Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

233 said, "...just wait."

Then, the system sent a full body photo.

Fang Zhuo looked at himself whose hands and feet were tied up with a whip, and he was relieved at first. The whip looked so familiar, so he should not have been caught.

But immediately after, he opened his eyes in disbelief.

Masters are like this, and the stinky boy is still playing for fun, which is a bit too kind.

"Is he there?" Fang Zhuo looked around and asked, "I didn't see anyone."

233 talked, "Something happened."

Fang Zhuo was nervous, "Has the matter been exposed?"

233 said, "You have advanced."

Fang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and lowered his consciousness into his dantian, the sea of ​​energy was wider than before, and the color of Yuan Dan hanging above was also purer.

It was a good thing, but he couldn't be happy.

Half of Hengtian Stone and Yuandan have been fused together.

This fucking is forcing him to commit seppuku.

Fang Zhuo's heart was completely cold, and he asked listlessly, "What's going on outside? Where am I now?"

"Everyone outside is looking for you." 233 didn't bother to waste much time, and showed him the replay.

After reading it, Fang Zhuo didn't speak for a long time. Sadness, fear, anxiety, hesitation... all kinds of emotions were intertwined.

In his opinion, he was just a dream, and when he woke up, the world was turned upside down.

The same goes for the female demon cultivator, she doesn't miss any old feelings, the original owner just avoids her like a snake and scorpion, oh, and said some insulting words...

But it can't be said that if you expose the old truth, you will expose the old truth, so that he is not prepared at all.

"Are all the magic cultivators so powerful now, they can get in casually."

"They're not casual." 233 said, "Don't think that magic cultivators are not as diligent as human cultivators, and they are not idle."

He always likes to tinker with little magic tricks, such as changing faces, shrinking bones, and separating limbs. In short, there are many unexpected little magic tricks.

Fang Zhuo sighed, in fact, whether it is a magic cultivator or a human cultivator, everyone is human in essence.

It is really unnecessary for the two groups of people to be arguing to the point where they are today.

233 asked, "Things are already like this, you must stand in line now."

Fang Zhuo said without hesitation, "Stand by my husband's side."

A bone carving as big as evidence is there, and now he stands up and says that he has not seized the house, no one will believe it at all, and the senior brothers can't wait to tear him into pieces.

Taking a ten thousand step back, even if there were no such nonsense, he would definitely stand by Duan Rin.

As for your own man, you must support him unconditionally.

He sighed, "Actually, I don't want to stand on either side. It's best if both sides can sit down and have a good talk."

Renxiu dispelled the prejudice against Moxiu and gave it to others little by little. After so many years, relying on his large number of people, power, and wealth, it was a bit too much to squeeze Moxiu into the penance.

It would be best for Moxiu to abandon his opinions on Renxiu, and from then on, the two sides will not interfere with each other.

If it is a little bit longer, we can also get married to promote the relationship, harmony and beauty, and common prosperity, how great it is.

The beautiful blueprint in Fang Zhuo's mind suddenly collapsed, his brows frowned, his brain hurt, followed by a blur in front of him, and he quickly became clear again.

He stared blankly at the dilapidated roof, and suddenly realized.

Oh no, it's the Yuan Mingzong positioning secret technique!

Fang Zhuo couldn't lie down at all, and struggled to get up, but the little apprentice's whip seemed to have been refined, so he couldn't break free.

I could only shout at the top of my lungs.

In the woods not far from the cabin, the man in black is setting up a formation.

This woods was filled with dense fog, and with the enchantment array, once entered, it was easy to fall into hallucinations and demons. Only one person could fall into the demons, and he had a way to make him never come out.

After putting down the last talisman, he turned back and walked halfway, when he suddenly heard someone calling himself.

He quickened his pace and paused when he pushed the door open.

Inexplicably nervous.

He tugged at the clothes on his body, dusted off the dust that didn't exist on his body a few times, and then opened the door to enter.

Fang Zhuo was wriggling on the bed like a caterpillar. When he saw the little apprentice, his eyes lit up, "Hurry up, help me untie it."

I thought the other party was going to chant a spell, or make two gestures.

In the end, he just hooked his fingers lightly, and the whip on his body loosened automatically, rolled into a ball, and returned to the master.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

The situation was critical, and it was too late to get sticky, so he propped himself up on the bed, "Several senior brothers are here."

Duan Lin walked over, pinched his chin, and pressed his lips together, without sticking out his tongue or biting, just rubbing his four lips against each other.

What time is it, still fussing.

Just about to curse, the little apprentice suddenly asked, "What is Master's inner demon?"

"I have no demons." Fang Zhuo blurted out.

In life, where there may be smooth sailing, there will be ups and downs, there will be resentment, there are no people in this world who have no evil intentions.

Duan Lin moved his lips away, smiled softly, and asked another way, "Then what did Master dream about?"

"I dreamed..." After only three words, he was stuck.

Fang Zhuo tried to say something else, but as long as it involved dreams, his throat would be pinched by an invisible hand, not to mention pronunciation, even breathing was a bit difficult.

But as soon as the thought of speaking was dispelled, breathing became smoother immediately.

Fang Zhuo trembled all over, and asked the system in fear, "What happened just now? The rules want to strangle me?"

"No...yes...yes..." 233's signal seemed to be not very good, it was intermittent, and he couldn't hear the last two words clearly.

This was the first time this happened, Fang Zhuo said with a heavy heart, "Brother Ah San, are you alright?"

233's voice was smooth this time, "It's okay, sorry, I can't tell you more."

Fang Zhuo said it didn't matter, "Long live you understand."

He frowned and looked at Duan Rin, "I'm sorry, apprentice, I can't say it for the time being."

Duan Lin held his face and kissed his forehead all the way to his lips, "It's okay, I will know sooner or later."

The cabin is about to be surrounded, and the two must set off immediately.

Now it has reached the border between the north and the south, and further on, it is the border of the demon cultivator.

There is too much devil energy in that place, as long as Fang Zhuo's spiritual power is exhausted, he will recover extremely slowly, and even the healing speed of the wound will be inhibited.

But they have no way out.

Renxiu chased after him, tore up the agreement, even ran over Junjie Town, and stationed in the territory belonging to Moxiu outside the town.

The demon cultivators in the bitter cold place are panicked, and more of them are on standby, ready to fight against trespassers at any time.

Renxiu occupies the mountains, rivers and rivers, and doesn't worry about spiritual energy or elixir herbs. When tired, hungry or injured, he can just take the elixir.

Moxiu is going to be in a much worse situation, and there is nothing to ask for, but fortunately, they have their ancestors now.

The devil energy in the ancestor's body was extremely pure and continuous, and only a little bit was needed to promote cultivation.

When Duan Lin and Fang Zhuo entered the extreme north, the hundred or so disciples of Qing Cangmen knelt down beside the cracked mountain gate stone as soon as they arrived at the rift valley.

The leader is the bearded Fang Zhuo who has heard the news.

After kneeling down for several days in a row, everyone began to feel overwhelmed, but they couldn't bear to say anything.

The bearded man knelt on the top of the cliff of the ice valley, and shouted down, "All the disciples swore to the master that if you come back, we will follow you to the death."

Fang Zhuo had heard these words countless times, and every hour, the bearded man would growl above him.

The patriarch of the Qing Cang Sect, who was once a little follower of the demon boss, before Duan Lin entered the rift valley, Zeng Yuanshen came out of his body and informed the little apprentices one by one:

If the Heavenly Demon returns, he will follow him faithfully and will not hesitate to die.

Duan Lin didn't want to be the leader of the demon cultivator, so he turned a blind eye to it, and every day he either broke the ice to catch fish or wild rabbits, to change the taste of the master and replenish his body.

Although the members of the Qingcang faction usually go their separate ways, when they get together, they can twist into one rope. No matter what they do, everyone has a strong will and is united.

As long as the ancestors of the demons do not agree, they will kneel down.

With such a spirit, do you still worry about not being able to accomplish great things?

Fang Zhuo touched the little apprentice's arm, "Do you really care about them?"

Duan Rin shook his head, "It doesn't matter."

Fang Zhuo curled his lips and asked the system, "Has the plot changed?"

The system said no, "It died on the four stars and has not moved. The fifth star has no tendency to light up at all."

He and Duan Rin have already left Yuan Mingzong, Duan Rin's identity has been basically exposed, and he was forced to return to the extreme north. How could the plot not move?

Fang Zhuo didn't believe it, "You check again."

233 was obedient and checked again, the data was still the same.

Fang Zhuo was puzzled, what else is missing?

He turned his face and stared at his apprentice's face, looked again and again, and slapped his thigh fiercely, "I haven't reached the peak of my cultivation, and I haven't started my career yet, so of course I can't be regarded as a winner in life."

Knowing where the crux lies, Fang Zhuo began to persuasion earnestly, why as a man, he must have a career, so as to achieve his own revenge and value.

Duan Lin asked him, "Do you really want me to take over the Qingcang faction?"

Fang Zhuo nodded repeatedly.

Duan Lin's eyes were half down, his eyes fell on the snow-white ice, and he was silent for a long time, as if after a long struggle, he finally found the answer.

He said, "Okay, as you wish."

A month later, the word Qingcang was widely known in the realm of demon cultivators. After knowing that the person sitting in the town was the mysterious power, he came to ask for an interview, and those who wanted to join the sect flocked to him.

There are also many small sects that disbanded on the spot and came to defect.

The people of the Qingcang Sect seem to have been waiting for this day. Each disciple has a lot of money in their storage bags, waiting for the official establishment of the sect to build houses.

Two months later, eighteen houses were erected on the northernmost peaks of the Extremely Cold Land, and one of the most luxurious ones was located on the top of the peak.

Below the peak, there is a dojo, and the surrounding peaks are natural barriers that can block all wind and snow.

Not only that, but the beloved ancestor of the Heavenly Demon, the Shocking Heavenly Python, would often form a circle around the dojo, making a protective gesture, no one dared to take half a step closer.

Fang Zhuo sat in the spirit-gathering array and practiced for two hours, shaking his head, the spiritual energy in this place is too thin, according to this posture, it is impossible for him to make a breakthrough until he dies.

However, Duan Rin's situation is exactly the opposite.

In order to cope with the Dao of Heaven, after the little apprentice moved to the peak, he practiced more diligently than before, and his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds.

Fang Zhuo sighed, took out the last few spirit stones from the storage bag, and just as he closed his eyes, he was forcibly pulled into a dream.

This time, it was different from the previous setting and retreating, but a complete dream. Judging from the surrounding scenery, it was Wuwei Peak.

A word popped up in Fang Zhuo's mind, pit.

At the beginning, the secret technique of dream positioning was based on blood, even if the soul was changed seventeen or eight times, it would be useless.

Fang Zhuo looked forward, "Brother..."

Zhao Dongnian shouted, "I'm not your senior brother!"

"Who are you, why did you want to kill me, my junior brother, why are you so alike, and what did you do to him!"

It's not just similar, it's exactly the same.

Fang Zhuo's focus was on the first half of the sentence, and he felt aggrieved. It was obviously your junior brother who was greedy and arrogant, and wanted to swallow the demon seed in one gulp, and finally blew himself up.

"He hurt himself, it has nothing to do with me."

Zhao Dongnian's face turned black, "Then tell me how he hurt himself."

Everyone in Yuan Mingzong knew that Shen Su survived the catastrophe of thunder and was not injured to death.

Fang Zhuo couldn't lie to people that the original owner was struck to death by lightning, but now people outside are just guessing that Duan Lin possesses the Demon Seed, he can't tell the truth.

If they confirm their guesses, everyone should not be chasing after them. Even the obedient disciples of the Qingcang Sect may turn their backs and plan how to kill the demon in order to get the only big treasure in the world. .

Seeing that Fang Zhuo was speechless, Zhao Dongnian stabbed at him with his sword.

If part of the primordial spirit in the dream is injured in the battle, its vitality will also be greatly damaged.

Fang Zhuo couldn't get out of his dream, so he could only take out his sword and fight with someone in his dream.

After all, Zhao Dongnian's cultivation level was higher. After several rounds, Fang Zhuo gradually lost, and was finally slapped to the ground with a palm.

Seeing that the sword was about to poke his forehead, he suddenly woke up from the dream.

Duan Lin withdrew his fingers from the man's brow, and before he could speak, the person in front of him spat out blood.

Fang Zhuo was out of breath, and cursed in his heart, he was really going to be tortured to death for being injured one after another.

Immediately after his eyes went dark, he passed out.

I don't know how long it took, and there were buzzing voices in my ears, with worry and anger, and something warm brushed past my face.

Fang Zhuo struggled to open his eyes, and saw several people standing in front of the bed.

As one of the elders of the Qiongcang Sect, the bearded man was ordered to take care of Fang Zhuo's daily life.

"Immortal Elder, you are finally awake!" The bearded man had an exaggerated attitude, "This is the third day of your coma."

As soon as Fang Zhuo opened his mouth, he covered his mouth and coughed a few times thinking about it. He opened his palm and saw blood, it was blood.

"Brother Ah San, am I terminally ill?" Fang Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't be so bloody.

233 had already scanned him for a long time ago, and sighed, "No, it's just hurting the primordial spirit, it's good to cultivate yourself and take medicine."

Fang Zhuo let out a groan, and glanced away, the hands of the people in front of the bed were empty, not even a hair.

Fang Zhuo asked directly, "What about the medicine?"

The bearded beard was in a dilemma, his brows were frowned, and he clicked his tongue, "The ancestor went to Yuan Mingzong to get medicine."

Fang Zhuo first wrote that he jumped up from the bed, so he was looking for death and being a living target.

He threw off the quilt and got out of bed, and fell to the ground within two steps, almost knocking out his front teeth.

Fuck, what are you doing, didn't you say that the injury was not serious!

All the members of the Devil's Cult were also stunned, and one of the thin men reacted first, helped Fang Zhuo up, and put him back on the bed.

Fang Zhuo took a deep breath and asked the system, "What's going on?"

233 To be honest, "You had a fight with Zhao Dongnian in your dream, and you consumed a lot of spiritual power, plus the damage to your soul, you will have to rest for at least three to five days before you can get out of bed."

Fang Zhuo realized something later, his face changed, and he asked nervously and terrified, "Does the Yuanshen refer to my own soul?"

233 asked lightly, "If so?"

Fang Zhuo said in a deep voice, "I will fight you hard."

At least there was a safety rope in the last world, so there must be some protective measures in this world, otherwise, the uncle would be willing to do such a dangerous job.

The system remained silent, Fang Zhuo became uneasy, "Don't tease me, I'm timid."

233 Hehe, "Not exactly. Considering the safety of the courier, according to the original owner's appearance, I will pinch you a soul with codes and wrap it outside your soul."

In the world of comprehension, everyone is quite mischievous, and it is inevitable that they will leave the soul and go out to hang out.

If he hadn't disguised his soul, Fang Zhuo would have been exposed long ago.

He knew it later, so it's no wonder that the senior brother didn't notice it when he fell asleep.

But now this layer of protection has become a new evidence of his crime against the original owner.

Fang Zhuo's headache was about to split, it's alright, even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he wouldn't be able to wash it off.

Stimulated by this trouble, the fishy sweetness in the throat came up, and there was another mouthful of blood.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

The blood looked scary, except that the throat was a little stuffy before spitting it out, but it didn't hurt or itch.

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips and asked the system, "Is this necessary for the plot?"

233 said, "If you spit out a few more words, they will definitely find the protagonist right away."