Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

The quiet air made people start to feel uneasy.

Fang Zhuo urged, "Can't you? You are talking."

233 was silent for a long time, and finally said, "Impossible, the mission will end sooner or later."

Fang Zhuo was so frustrated that even the chicken cubs who were playing games with Shocking Python stopped, tilted their heads, and stared at Papa.

Seeing how pitiful he was, the system couldn't bear it, and thought twice, "Have you forgotten what I said before?"

Fang Zhuo was at a loss, "Huh?"

233 said, "If you work hard, you will have everything you want."

The system said this several times, but he never took it seriously, thinking it was a slogan to motivate the delivery staff.

After all, people's desires are unpredictable. If he wants a golden mountain, can the management bureau really give it to him?

The answer is obviously no, this is not in line with the virtues of thrift.

Besides, the system didn't cheat people once or twice, he didn't dare to believe it all.

But now, if you don't believe it, you have to believe it.

Fang Zhuo rubbed his sore eyes, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes for a moment to calm down.

Open your eyes again, the eyes have been replaced by ruthless.

Fang Zhuo asked, "Scan the situation of Hengtian Stone and Yuandan."

233 started the scanning program, and within a minute, an accurate value was given, "The degree of fusion is 1%."

Fang Zhuo frowned, it was too slow, if Heng Tianshi and Yuan Dan peeled off by themselves, the day lily would be cold.

He couldn't control that much anymore, he turned around and went back to the house, and started to move things in the air. Although it didn't consume much spiritual power, he couldn't bear to keep moving.

After the sea of ​​qi is exhausted, the aura wanders in the meridians and automatically returns to the dantian to nourish the Yuandan.

In less than a quarter of an hour, more than half of it was consumed.

Fang Zhuo clutched his chest, swallowed, staggered back to the bed and sat down.

My chest hurts like hell, it feels like it's going to explode.

233 said, "You take a rest and continue tomorrow."

Fang Zhuo nodded, lay back, folded his hands on his stomach, like a dead man.

Probably because he was really tired, he fell asleep without even bothering to watch the live broadcast of the battle.

In a daze, Fang Zhuo couldn't open his eyes when he heard the shouting, he couldn't even move, and he didn't get up because he gave up on himself.

Shouts gradually turned into footsteps.

The bearded man hurried in, seeing the straight figure on the bed, his eyes turned black with fright.

"Immortal... Immortal Elder...?"

His voice was trembling, as if he had been frightened, he knelt down on the ground with a plop, walked to the edge of the bed, and opened his mouth to howl, "Ah, wake up, if you leave like this, we won't survive."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

He raised his hand with difficulty and touched his bearded fingers.

The bearded man raised his head in horror, and with an ahh, he sat down on the ground.

Fang Zhuo, "...I'm not dead, it's fine."

The bearded face turned blue and red, and he hurriedly stood up and reported the business respectfully, "Immortal Chief, we have caught a spy from Yuan Mingzong."

Fang Zhuo opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, "Let it go."

The bearded man nodded, glanced at the cold-looking man opposite, and asked worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?"

It's not just uncomfortable, the dantian is burning, the meridians are tingling, every inch of flesh and bone is sore as if being run over by a wheel.

He shook his head and said, "No."

The beard receded, and he didn't look back before leaving the door. The fairy head's face was really ugly, just like his brother who was tortured by tuberculosis many years ago, before he died.

Fang Zhuo rubbed his forehead and asked if the system could help him block the pain.

233 said, "Yes, the system has been successfully upgraded, and I will help you adjust the pain sensitivity right away."

Not long after the words were finished, the pain started from the toes and disappeared little by little.

At the moment when he completely lost his sense of pain, Fang Zhuo felt his whole body relaxed. He helped the bed to get off the ground, and staggered out.

He knew that Jingtian Python's eyeliner was there, and as soon as he entered the yard, he straightened his back, looking in good spirits.

There was the crisp sound of soldiers fighting each other, blown up by the cold wind.

Looking down, a group of demon cultivators surrounded a sapphire-blue boy in an airtight manner.

Fang Zhuo asked the system to capture a high-definition close-up, which turned out to be Song Qingjian.

That kid is only in the Qi training period, how could he beat so many demon cultivators, after three or five moves, his whole body is covered with injuries and his face is covered with blood.

Demon cultivators have had a long-standing grudge against human cultivators, and when they meet someone who throws themselves into the trap, they humiliate and torture him to death.

Seeing that Song Qingjian was dying, Fang Zhuo quickly took a breath, and shouted to the bottom, "Stop, bring someone up."

The people below were quite obedient and didn't punch more.

Carrying the fainted boy, he quickly climbed to the top of the peak and threw him on the ground.

Song Qingjian was in pain all over. He smelled the familiar sandalwood and struggled to open his bruised and swollen eyelids.

He opened his mouth and uttered three breathy sounds, "Little Martial Uncle..."

Fang Zhuo sighed, "What are you doing here, I'll send you back."

Song Qingjian closed his eyes, and when he moved a little, he gasped in pain.

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips tightly, and did not relax because the other party was a child. He let the bearded man help him to the bed in the house, and stood aside with his hands behind his back.

"Who asked you to come."

The bed was full of the fresh air of the little uncle, Song Qingjian was in a daze.

He took out the pill from his waist, stuffed a few pills into his mouth, and recovered quickly.

"I wanted to come by myself." Song Qingjian sat up from the bed, looked straight at Fang Zhuo, "I came to ask you a question."

Fang Zhuo guessed [-]% to [-]%, "You ask."

Song Qingjian's eyes were flushed, and he clenched his fists tightly, "You killed the little uncle, and then seized the house to pretend to be him, right?"

Fang Zhuo was silent for a while, "I didn't kill Shen Su, let alone seize his body. After his death, I came back to life by chance."

Although the master and uncles, and even the entire Yuan Mingzong people, are despising this person for being shameless and vicious...

But he is willing to believe him.

Song Qingjian lowered his head, and the pain that weighed on his heart seemed to be diluted, "Then your concern and love for me before were all true?"

He still remembers the feeling of the man's warm and dry palm rubbing against the top of his head.

So gentle, so reassuring, with the pampering of the elders to the younger ones.

Fang Zhuo looked at him covered in blood and felt uncomfortable.

He never thought that things would develop to this point. His initial plan was to deliver the cheats early, lead the little apprentice to leave Yuan Mingzong, and find a small town that no one knows at the foot of the mountain to live quietly.

Every seven days is counted as a round. The first five days are closed-door practice, and the next two days are leisurely in the town, or go out to visit the mountains and rivers.

That day was beautiful just thinking about it.

It's not like it is now, with the Xuanmen Sword Sect blocking the way, and the Heavenly Dao watching over it.

Fang Zhuo withdrew his thoughts, "It's true."

"Believe it or not, I swear, I never meant to hurt anyone."

When the teenager heard the answer he wanted, the corners of his mouth were tightened, and he lowered his head and did not speak.

Fang Zhuo stared at his head in a daze for a while, and then realized that the kid seemed to be crying.

He sighed, stretched out his hand to pull him into his arms, and gently patted the boy's thin back, "Don't cry, go back down the mountain."

Song Qingjian didn't stop, she cried even harder, and finally hiccupped.

Hey, little brother, you are crying so much that I am very worried, let's get together and part ways.

Fang Zhuo pushed the man out of the yard, and said to Lujihu, "Send him back to the town, if anyone dares to touch him again, don't blame me for being rude."

The fairy elder has spoken, who dares to say no.

The bearded man nodded and bowed, dragging Song Qingjian down.

Fang Zhuo stood there watching for a moment, then turned and walked in, the courtyard door was gently closed with his wave.

Seeing that it was about to close, there was a sudden bang, and a sapphire blue shadow rushed in.

Song Qingjian's eyes were dark and out of focus, but he could clearly identify the target's position.

He approached with lightning speed, and slapped him with his palm. Because of his height, his palm just hit Fang Zhuo's stomach, and at the same time, a sword appeared out of thin air.

The sword penetrated Fang Zhuo's body and nailed him to the pillar.

Seeing this scene, the bearded man who ran back in a hurry turned pale instantly, took out a big knife and slashed at him.

Song Qingjian's cultivation is definitely more than just Qi training, at least he has reached the Nascent Soul stage, but the spiritual energy on his body is still thin, and it should be controlled by someone behind his back.

The bearded man was struggling to deal with it, and was about to call someone up to take the fairy away first, when a cloud of devilish energy suddenly condensed in the yard.

Duan Lin's face was tyrannical, and his body was covered in blood. He stepped out of the black mist, and grabbed Song Qingjian's back of the neck from behind.

Song Qingjian stabbed backward with a backhand sword, but was blocked.

Duan Rin held the blade with one hand, and with a little force, he broke it into two pieces.

Fang Zhuo clutched his bleeding wound, staring blankly, thinking that this kind of exaggerated plot can only be seen in TV dramas.

The boy's thin body flew out and hit the courtyard wall.

With a flash of a black figure, Duan Lin appeared in front of Song Qingjian, with black nails growing out of five fingers, in the shape of eagle claws, piercing the boy's clothes and the fragile flesh.

Song Qingjian struggled on the ground, screamed, trembled, and occasionally whimpered.

Duan Lin showed no mercy on his face, his fingers were stirring in the young man's fragile dantian.

Fang Zhuo couldn't help trembling, it was too bloody and cruel, "Duan Rin, stop, Song Qingjian is dying."

From a long time ago, Duan Lin hated hearing this name from Master.

The three words Song Qingjian took away the care that belonged to him alone, and took away the melancholy emotions of the master.

Fang Zhuo's words did not have any soothing effect, but instead made Duan Rin hate him even more.

Almost maliciously, he fumbled around in Song Qingjian's dantian, but at the moment when the person was about to die, he took the pill from the other person's waist and fed it to him.

You can't live, you can't die, it's probably about the current situation.

Fang Zhuo looked down at the sword wound on his body, blood trickled out, and a bright red flower appeared on the white clothes.

He felt it silently, it didn't hurt at all, "Brother Ah San, your black technology is still awesome."

Seeing that he couldn't even stand firmly, 233 worried, "Are you okay?"

Fang Zhuo nodded, everything is fine, but a little dizzy and out of breath.

Duan Lin's whole body was wrapped in black mist, his expression was extremely gloomy, and he forgot everything around him.

At this moment, his mind was clamoring frantically, wanting to torture this person to death.

Fang Zhuo didn't realize that something was wrong until now, he shook off his bearded hand, rushed forward and hugged Duan Lin tightly from behind.

The strong smell of blood had already covered up the quiet fragrance, but Duan Lin was keenly aware of something, and the stirring posture suddenly stopped.

Song Qingjian groaned in pain and managed to open his eyes.

Probably because it hurt too much, the eyes were swaying with water, and he opened his bloodless lips, "Little uncle, it's not...not me..."

In the short time with this man, he can clearly perceive the sincerity of the other party.

What's more, during the period when this person replaced the real junior uncle and stayed in Yuan Mingzong, he really did not do any bad things.

Even during the last Thunder Tribulation, in order not to affect others, he left the Crossing Tribulation alone.

To put it bluntly, if he really wanted to harm someone, he could have stayed in the sect. Anyway, wherever he was, Lei would strike with a knife.

After a thunder calamity, not to mention the entire sect being razed to the ground, two or three hills would definitely not be able to be kept.

But this person didn't.

Before leaving the sect, he never asked the other peak masters for anything, never asked for anything.

Song Qingjian believed what he saw, and believed that this was not a heinous villain.

I sneaked here today, not to avenge anyone.

But for some reason, when he walked halfway up the mountain, he suddenly lost consciousness, and when he woke up from the pain, the little uncle had already been injured.

And he himself was suppressed by Duan Rin, and he had no power to resist.

Fang Zhuo's panting was loud, like a dilapidated bellows that might strike at any time.

He firmly grasped Duan Rin's clothes, and tugged back, "Let him go."

Duan Lin's whole body was tense, and he let go of him suddenly. When his five fingers left the opponent's dantian, he took away a talisman folded into a triangle.

Lying on the ground, Song Qingjian's pupils constricted, and he recognized that it was the fourth uncle, Xu Qiubei's soul-controlling talisman.

The soul control talisman can manipulate the opponent's body in a short period of time, and use the spell as a medium to transfer one's own cultivation to the opponent.

Fang Zhuo also recognized it, feeling delicate.

Xu Qiubei was the second taciturn among the five senior brothers, and the first was naturally the original owner.

He and Shen Su were selected as personal disciples, and they were also children with miserable backgrounds. It was said that they had witnessed their parents being brutally murdered by the demon cultivator.

Fang Zhuo always thought that he had already seen the hatred, but from what he saw today, Xu Qiubei just hid the hatred, kept a low profile, and waited for the day to kill all the demon cultivators to vent his anger.

Song Qingjian shook his head, with teary eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know...I really don't know..."

The soul-controlling talisman hadn't completely failed yet, a red light flashed, and half of the talisman had been embedded in Duan Rin's palm.

Fang Zhuo, "Be careful!"

Duan Lin frowned slightly, and a blue magic fire ignited in the palm of his hand.

Xu Qiubei was probably doing something, and the talisman could not be burned for a while. Duan Lin was worried about Fang's burns, so he controlled the fire with one hand, and held his buttocks with the other, and hugged him up.

He looked at the bearded man, "Find out all the pills on him."

Song Qingjian didn't let anyone do anything, and took the initiative to pour out all the pills from the storage bag, held them in both hands, and walked in step by step.

The bearded man stopped him, "You didn't kill him, you are unwilling."

Song Qingjian sighed, coughed a few times, and said, "I didn't, I really didn't mean to."

The bearded man snorted coldly, snatched the pile of small porcelain bottles, ran into the back room in a hurry, and placed them on the bed one by one like offering treasures.

Duan Lin didn't understand medicine, so he didn't dare to feed men randomly.

He opened the bottles one by one, and asked Fang Zhuo one by one, which ones were helpful for wounds and recovery of aura.

Fang Zhuo looked at the small white porcelain bottles and said to the system, "Brother Ah San, I can't hold my breath."

233 said, "You have lost too much blood and are dying."

Fang Zhuo almost jumped up when he heard it, quickly picked up a bottle, poured out a few pills in the palm of his hand, and twitched a few corners of his mouth, this thing looks similar to Chen Pidan, is it really effective?

233 said, "Pillions should not be judged by their appearance."

That's right, anyway, it's refined and eaten by oneself, it doesn't need to be fancy, as long as it has effects.

Just as he was about to eat it all, Fang Zhuo hesitated suddenly. If he ate it all, the previous spiritual power would be wasted.

He asked the system, "What is the fusion degree of Hengtian Stone and Yuandan now?"

233 said, "Wait a minute."

Seeing him holding the medicine in a daze, Duan Lin's eyes dimmed, he took the pill, pinched the man's chin, and forced it into it.

Fang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then he immediately bent down and scratched his throat with his fingers desperately.