Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Duan Lin stood in front of the bed, staring at the man on the bed with an unclear expression.

After Fang Zhuo gave up vomiting, he said slowly, "Is that why Master doesn't want to take medicine?"

Fang Zhuo raised his head stiffly, showing a pale smile, "Three at a time, it's too much."

Looking down at his face was too cold and terrifying, he felt a little guilty, and naturally, he moved his gaze down and landed on the little apprentice's hand.

On the back of the clenched hand, the veins are bulging, and the creaking sound between the joints can be heard faintly.

Fang Zhuo, "..." suddenly had a bad feeling.

The fist was raised suddenly, he instinctively shrank back, and the skirt of his clothes was grabbed.

Duan Lin's eyes were gloomy and depressed, and his forehead was pressed against his forehead, and he said softly, "I've been away for a few days, why didn't Master take good care of his wounds, huh?"

Fang Zhuo is most afraid of him like this, as if he wants to eat people.

Duan Lin, "The aura in your dantian is even scarcer than before."

He took a deep breath, and withdrew his body slightly, "Shen Su, give me a reason."

The place of bitter cold is just that the spiritual energy is thin, not completely absent. If one concentrates on meditating and practicing every day, it is impossible for this person's sea of ​​energy to dry up like this.

There is only one answer, he did it on purpose.

"I, I..." Fang Zhuo racked his brains but couldn't think of an explanation. Finally, his brain twitched and he blurted out, "The aura is thin, and it's too laborious to collect it. I want to wait for you to come back to double cultivation."

The little apprentice's face covered with gloom was obviously blank for a moment.

Fang Zhuo strikes while the iron is hot, "That way you will be comfortable and I will be comfortable, and most importantly, it will get twice the result with half the effort."

After speaking, he took the opportunity to look down at his abdomen, the wound had stopped bleeding and began to heal slowly.

He quietly sensed the dantian, and it was so fucking awesome, there was a small group of spiritual energy wandering around in it.

233 is long overdue, "Fusion is 43.6%."

Fang Zhuo's head hurts, "This is the previous data, but now."

233 fell silent again.

Duan Lin pinched Fang Zhuo's chin and lifted it up, narrowing his eyes dangerously, "Really?"

Fang Zhuo blinked his eyes, "If there are lies, there will be a thunderbolt."

Duan Lin laughed softly, trembling with his body.

He raised his eyes and stared at the man's eyes for a moment. The shape and outline of the eyes were slightly different from what he remembered, but the eyes were equally clear.

"Master, there is always a way to coax me." Duan Lin lowered his eyes, and touched the blood on the burning clothes below with his hand.

The blood hadn't dried up yet, just a little rubbing left a smear of bright red on the fingertips.

He raised that finger, and suddenly stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it, then pressed Fang Zhuo's lips, and squeezed his finger in with a bit of force.

With slightly cold hands, he rubbed his tongue hard.

Fang Zhuo's scalp was numb, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

An Jing's tongue next to his lower gum was suddenly lifted, and his malicious fingers pulled out the elixir hidden under the root of his tongue.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

dying.

The air suddenly became cold, thick and suffocating.

"Master, are you having fun?" Duan Lin smiled half a smile, his eyes were cold, and he didn't intend to ask himself an answer.

Fang Zhuo answered the question, "I still say the same thing, three pills are too many, I'm weak now, and I can't absorb too many pills at once, and it's easy to backfire."

Duan Lin didn't believe this, and didn't care how disgusting the two pills that were sticky with saliva were, and threw his head up into his mouth.

Fang Zhuo opened his mouth in surprise, "Brother Ah San, is he mad?"

233 dropped two words and came over, "Hehe."

Fang Zhuo sweated coldly in his heart, if the little apprentice went crazy, the magic cultivators would have no leader, and the game would be over in an instant.

He quickly calmed down, raised his hand and slapped it, and with a slap, he didn't dare to slap his face, and slapped it on the opponent's shoulder, "Wake up, it's medicine, not sugar."

Duan Lin twitched the tip of his tongue, sneered, held the hand behind his back, and pulled it towards him, the man threw himself into his arms.

Fang Zhuo was forced to look up, his cheeks were pinched by the two fingers of the little apprentice, the handsome face of the other party suddenly approached, and he kissed his lips.

This kiss was very hard, especially with the tongue.

Duan Lin's tongue pushed the two small pills into Fang Zhuo's throat, and with a grunt, he swallowed them completely.

At that moment, Fang Zhuo felt dizzy and the world was dark.

He has maintained his sickly body for so long, and his efforts have fallen short.

233 took the initiative to tell him, "I checked, and the fusion is not complete. The current data is 49.9."

Fang Zhuo was not comforted at all, he just wanted to cry.

After Duan Lin finished feeding the medicine, his tongue searched the master's burning mouth for a few times, and then he backed away with unsatisfied intentions.

Fang Zhuo's face turned black into pot ashes, he closed his teeth forcefully, and tasted a bit of fresh fishy sweetness.

Duan Lin wiped off the blood with his thumb, took the remaining elixir, and tapped his finger lightly on the bed. The whip wrapped around Fang Zhuo's waist automatically climbed up to his hand and tied it tightly, making a tight knot.

"I thought it would be safer for master to stay in the back. Unexpectedly, master seems to be a little..." Duan Lin paused, and finally found a word, "Itchy skin."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Fortunately, it wasn't an itchy butt, otherwise he would really be overwhelmed.

Duan Lin dragged the man out, and when Hu Hu saw the old ancestor coming out, he got up immediately, and miraculously found that the fairy leader only went in for a few moments, and his complexion improved a lot.

Song Qingjian stood up clutching his bloody stomach, dangling back and forth, on the verge of falling.

Fang Zhuo gently bumped the little apprentice's arm with his elbow, "Give him some medicine, otherwise he will die."

Duan Lin's thin lips were tightened, and murderous aura surged in his eyes again. He stalemate for a moment, and finally, under the serious and pleading eyes of the man, he threw a small porcelain bottle to Song Qingjian.

Song Qingjian squeezed the bottle and didn't eat.

No matter whether he was accused or not just now, he shot and hurt someone.Not only was the other party not angry, but he even asked Duan Lin to save him.

The boy's lips trembled and his voice was crying, "Little uncle, I'm sorry..."

Before Fang Zhuo could speak, Duan Rin had already said, "Get out, don't let me see you again."

It is too disobedient for the master to stay in the Qingcang faction alone, so Duan Lin can only take him by his side.

Seeing that the two masters had left, the demon cultivators who stayed behind immediately packed up and set off, eager to go to the front line.I can't wait to take out my weapon immediately and fight with Renxiu for three days and three nights.

Song Qingjian took medicine for himself, and Yu Jian followed behind with great difficulty. He had to make sure that the little uncle was safe and sound before he could rest assured.

Duan Lin can travel thousands of miles a day, but in the blink of an eye, he is gone.

The rest of the demon cultivators were fierce and fierce, and they were not easy to provoke. The young man didn't dare to get close, and after trying his best to chase after less than a stick of incense, he was completely left behind.

Outside Junjie Town, on the wasteland ten miles away.

The temperature in this area is not as low as that in the north. The plain is full of strange rocks, dry weeds and white snow everywhere.

The two parties have already had a confrontation, and they are currently in a truce.

There was a bloody smell in the air, Fang Zhuo was about to look down, when a black cloth strip appeared in front of him out of thin air, covering his eyes.

After landing, Duan Rin casts a barrier, enclosing Fang Zhuo in it.

I can't hear or see anything in the barrier, as if I'm in another dark space.

"Brother Ah San, let's start a live broadcast." Just sitting like this, people will become bored and crazy.

233 is also unambiguous, the live broadcast is turned on, the sound effect is three-dimensional, and the picture on the light screen is better than the blue light, so clear that even the pores on the face can be seen.

Fang Zhuo wowed, "It's different after the upgrade, awesome."

233 was praised a little bit, "It can also switch the lens according to the idea."

Fang Zhuo thought of a name in his mind, and the camera switched to the little apprentice.

The battle was triggered again, and Duan Lin fought one against three, and soon his arms and legs were covered with more than a dozen large and small wounds. The wounds were deep and shallow, and the blood quickly solidified.

He has a high cultivation base and a strong ability to repair his body, while the rest of the cultivation bases are so low that the demon cultivators will be miserable.

All of them were covered in blood, and several people had their entire arms cut off. Many corpses on the ground had numerous sword wounds, as if they were used to vent their anger.

It is said that human beings are dedicated to the Tao, kind and generous, but Fang Zhuo really can't see how kind he is.

On the contrary, it is the demon cultivator who never cuts off people's hands and feet. Most of them are stabbed to death with a sword.

During the ruthless fight, a cleanly dressed boy suddenly rushed in.

Song Qingjian dodged the big knife, turned around and ran towards the human cultivator camp. He wanted to tell the master and the uncles that the death of the junior uncle had nothing to do with that person.

Among the several peak masters of Yuan Mingzong, three of them are fighting Duan Lin.

Xu Qiubei mastered the talisman and quickly set up an array to attract thunder.

Although Yin Nan is the main sword, his natal sword was broken during the last fight, and the one he is using now is not enough for his hand, and the virtual swords he has transformed are only a few thousand, and Qi Qi stabs at Duan Lin.

And Zhao Dongnian sacrificed his natal artifact, the Lingxu Pagoda.

There is a Yangming real fire in the Lingxu Pagoda. Once a person is put inside, it only takes three hours to burn the person to ashes.

When Fang Zhuo saw this thing, he jumped up from the ground and motioned to help, only to realize that the spiritual power on his body was restricted by the barrier and could not be used at all.

He hehe sneered twice, good, good, his wings are hardened when he grows up, and he has learned to bully Master.

233 couldn't help reminding, "Compared to being bound with a whip before, the enchantment is already very mild."

Fang Zhuo blushed, "Can you stop talking?"

He stared at the light screen, walking around inside anxiously, and suddenly the barrier shook.

Outside the golden barrier, his arch-enemy Li Lang was slashing down with his sword.

Li Lang's eyes were red with blood, and after being pushed back by the barrier, he slashed again unwillingly. This time, he used [-]% of his skill, but the barrier still remained motionless.

"You shrinking turtle, come out!" Li Lang yelled.

Fang Zhuo looked calm, and discussed with the system, "Is he a ghost? Why is his ghost always lingering?"

233 thought for a while and said, "You are now the number one wanted by Yuan Mingzong. If you are killed and hung on the flagpole, it will save face."

"Besides, Li Lang and Shen Su have hatred for taking their wives. Shen Su is dead. He must have someone to vent his anger on."

Hatred is illogical and unreasonable in many cases, Fang Zhuo said, "I don't have the same knowledge as a lunatic."

It's just that I regret it a little. I shouldn't have kicked him off the competition stage at the beginning, but I should have let him be hacked to death by Lei.

Li Lang stabbed to death a sneak attacking demon cultivator with his backhand. This time, he used all his strength and hit with all his strength.

The enchantment really felt the killing intent, and no longer defended safely, a golden light flashed, and the attacker flew out.

The system's camera tracked it, and Li Lang fell to the ground, hitting his head on a rock, blood was flowing, his eyes were closed, and his head was tilted.

Fang Zhuo touched the goosebump on his arm, "Is he dead?"

233 said no, "I passed out."

As soon as the words were finished, a demon cultivator passed by, regardless of whether the person was dead or not, he quickly made up two knives.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

On the other side, the three brothers of Yuan Mingzong had already lifted the confrontation and began to attack with all their strength.

No matter how high Duan Lin's cultivation base is, he can't stand the opponent's crowd and is overwhelmed.

His eyes turned from pitch black to scarlet, and his black hair and black clothes moved without wind. Demon energy poured out of his body, quickly covering the wasteland.

Fang Zhuo was wondering what he was going to do, and frowned, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

Fuck, there are so many clones.

233 said, "A total of seven, seven, and forty-nine."

Fang Zhuo was so excited, it was too powerful, and he no longer had to worry about his apprentice being unable to beat him.

None of the three senior brothers expected this to happen, and for a while they couldn't tell which one was the real body, so they could only fight like headless chickens.

The avatars are not just phantoms, each of them can almost reach the initial stage of Nascent Soul.

Fang Zhuo stared intently, curled his lips, "Let them also taste the feeling of being surrounded and beaten."

Duan Lin mixed in the avatar, and only shot occasionally to avoid exposing himself.

Zhao Dongnian's Lingxu Pagoda rises from the air and rapidly enlarges, like a bell hanging above his head, capable of swallowing everything below.

A whirlwind began to roll up at the bottom of the tower, involving all the avatars, including human cultivators and demon cultivators.

At the same time those people disappeared at the bottom of the tower, Fang Zhuo heard screams clearly.

Fang Zhuo's face was pale as paper, "Where is my apprentice?"

His waist suddenly tightened, and he looked down, not knowing when he had extra arms.

Duan Rin hugged him from behind and kissed him, and he disappeared.

When he reappeared, the little apprentice was already standing on the spire of the Lingxu Pagoda. He did not know where to pull out a big knife and stabbed it in.

Zhao Dongnian seemed to have been humiliated, and mobilized all his spiritual power to turn the tower over, trying to put people inside.

The other two also took the opportunity to attack, so as to distract Duan Lin.

The power of the Lingxu Pagoda was even more terrifying than the previous suction, even the birds ten miles away were sucked in.

Fang Zhuo was about to go crazy, his precious apprentice was also put into it by that broken thing!

He couldn't take out the magic weapon from the storage bag and break the barrier, so he had to ask the system for help.

233 regretted, "The energy of the Lingxu Pagoda is too strong, and I have no way to detect it."

Fang Zhuo kicked over anxiously, the barrier didn't move at all, worry, fear, anxiety, all kinds of emotions swallowed his calmness.

233 sighed, "Don't do this, the world hasn't collapsed, it means the protagonist is alive."

Fang Zhuo roared angrily, "He is a living person, he will suffer from pain, and he also hopes that someone can save him."

What's more, Duan Rin is not only an apprentice, but also an old gong, so how can he calm down.

He asked again, "Can't you find out what's going on inside the Lingxu Pagoda?"

233 said no, "The energy of that thing is too strong, and the transmission signal of the live broadcast will be interfered."

Fang Zhuo had no choice but to call the little apprentice's name over and over to the barrier, hoping that the other party could hear him and give even a little response.

Song Qingjian stumbled, and finally crossed the battlefield and arrived at the location of the master.

Looking at the scars and black gunpowder smoke all over the ground, he felt chills all over his body, and his throat seemed to be blocked, unable to swallow or pour out.

Zhao Dongnian kept sending spiritual power into the Lingxu Pagoda, trying to make the Yangming True Fire inside burn more vigorously, but for some reason, the fire inside only decreased but did not increase.

And all around, black smoke rose from the dead bodies, like silk threads, drilling into the tower one by one.

Xu Qiubei frowned, dozens of talismans spread out, circled around him, and then stuck them precisely on the corpses.

The rising black smoke was instantly cut off.

Yin Nan held the sword firmly, with a cold and serious expression.

Jianxiu has a particularly keen perception of killing intent, and he is absolutely sure that the people in the tower are not dead yet.