Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Yin Nan made a gesture to Xu Qiubei, and poured all the spiritual power into Zhao Dongnian's body together.

With a bang, the flames in the Lingxu Pagoda exploded, and the temperature in the air became much higher.

The ice and snow on the ground began to melt, and the withered and yellow weeds became more fragile after being baked, and they broke when touched.

Everyone on the ground stopped their swords and stared at the direction of the Lingxu Tower.

Fang Zhuo was so anxious that he almost vomited blood, his eyes were red, "Can you get something from the storage bag?"

233 remained silent.

Fang Zhuo said, "Help me get a bottle of elixir."

"I refuse to operate in violation of the regulations." 233 stood firm, "He is not dead, just wait."

"What if it happens!"

The system was a little confused by the yelling. If it happened, the world would collapse...

Fang Zhuo patted his chest irritably, giving himself comfort, "Everything can be blamed on me, is that okay? Brother, we have been friends for so long, can you help me out?"

The system weighed that the host could really shoulder the responsibility for him.

There was a loud bang.

A white porcelain bottle fell out of the storage bag. Fang Zhuo picked it up and poured it all into his mouth. The damaged tendons and dantian recovered in an instant, and the abundant spiritual energy nourished everything in his body. organ.

233 was astonished, "Your previous efforts were in vain."

Fang Zhuo's eyes were burning with anger, "It doesn't matter, let's fuse together, the big deal is to take out the Yuan Dan together."

The worst result is nothing more than a death sentence.Anyway, it's not that he never died, don't be afraid.

The Yangming True Fire in the Lingxu Pagoda was still burning, almost turning the sky red.

Fang Zhuo forcibly broke through the barrier's restriction on the sea of ​​Qi in his body, and concentrated all the spiritual energy in his body on his fingertips.

As long as a hole can be poked, there is a way to tear the entire enchantment apart.

After about half a stick of incense, there was finally a small hole the size of a needlepoint on the barrier, the barrier was broken, and the restrictions on his body were suddenly reduced.

Fang Zhuo took out the ice edge sword from his dantian and disappeared in place.

Zhao Dongnian and his two juniors were concentrating on manipulating the Lingxu Pagoda, their eyes glowed with excitement about the upcoming victory.

The unmelted ice and snow on the ice field suddenly suspended in the air, changed shape, and turned into sharp ice thorns, piercing towards the three people above.

The transmission of spiritual energy was forcibly interrupted, and the three of them suffered backlash at the same time and were sent flying out.

Zhao Dongnian stabilized his body and took a closer look. There was a person standing among thousands of ice thorns.

"It's you!" He gritted his teeth, "I haven't looked for you yet, but you came here to die."

Without further ado, Xu Qiubei took out the talisman and threw it at Fang Zhuo, and took the time to say to Zhao Dongnian, "Brother, look at the Lingxu Pagoda, don't let that monster escape by chance."

As soon as the words fell, the Lingxu Pagoda shook suddenly.

The flames in it flourished and extinguished from time to time, which was very strange.

Xu Qiubei's talisman was used superbly, and he fiddled with many new gadgets.

Fang Zhuo dodged one sideways, but before he breathed a sigh of relief, the thing turned back and followed him behind.

Fuck, this Thunder Talisman also has a tracking function.

Unable to dodge or shake off, Fang Zhuo could only turn around and strike head-on with the Tracking Thunder Talisman.

The thunder talisman exploded with a loud bang, shaking all the people on the ground directly below to sit on the ground.

Xu Qiubei narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched his fingers and recited the formula, and the talismans placed in the storage bag flew out together, obviously intending to put people to death.

"Brother!" Zhao Dongnian yelled at Yin Nan.

Taking advantage of the skill of avoiding the talisman, Fang Zhuo followed the sound and swept over. The fire in the Lingxu Pagoda became weaker and weaker, and black smoke continued to leak from it.

Tsk, why did I forget.

Yangming True Fire is the fire of the most yang, and it is born to restrain yin and evil, but Duan Lin is a demon of heaven, neither yang nor yin.

The fire affected him, but it was by no means fatal.

Thinking of this, the anxiety and worry in my heart were swept away.

Fang Zhuo changed from defense to offense, relying on the predictive function of the system, he took the initiative to swing his sword at Xu Qiubei.

The white sword wind swept away, carrying countless tiny ice cones, making it hard to guard against.

Xu Qiubei's arms and legs were covered with large and small cuts, and he was forced to fall to the ground. He stomped his feet, and the talisman flew out, forming a formation quickly.

233 suddenly shouted, "It's Honghuangzhen, run quickly."

The Great Desolation Formation is commonly known as the Desperate Formation, and the higher the cultivation level of the person who set up the formation, the greater the power of the formation.

It is said that as long as the cultivation reaches the stage of refining the void, the power of the formation can spread hundreds of miles away, and all living beings within the range will be reduced to nothing.

Fang Zhuo's face was ugly, "Is he crazy!"

233 said, "Blinded by hatred."

Who would have thought that a peak master with the least sense of presence in Yuan Mingzong could do such a crazy thing.

Fang Zhuo Yujian swooped down, and suddenly saw two huge monsters, one red and one black, out of the corner of his eyes.

Especially the black one, with a sweep of its tail, the human Xiu and Moxiu who were beating and killing were knocked down.

A few sporadic people who were afraid of snakes rolled their eyes and fainted under the terrifying appearance of the shocking python on the spot.

The chicken cub came by the wind, Fang Zhuo took the sword away and landed on its back.

He grabbed the fluff around his good son's neck and shouted, "Son, see that strange uncle in blue clothes down there, peck him!"

The chicken cub spread its wings to the fullest, screamed, and rushed down obliquely.

That speed was too fast, in the eyes of everyone, it was just a red phantom, let alone reacting, how to attack.

Xu Qiubei's body was knocked out, and he slid a long trail on the muddy ground. A mouthful of fishy sweetness welled up in his throat. Before he could get up, he was hit hard by the quilt on the top of his head.

When the chick is small, it is fluffy, and the beak is shaped like a triangle, covered by the red fluff, only a small tip can be seen, so cute and cute.

Now that it has become bigger, the bird's beak is shaped like an eagle's beak, with a sharp hook. If it is pecked casually, there will be a hole on the top of Xu Qiubei's head.

Fang Zhuo was frightened by the chicken cub's posture, ordered it to stop, took out the fairy rope from the storage bag, tied up Xu Qiubei, and threw it to the shocking python.

One person and two spirit beasts are like an assembly line.

The shocking python raised its tail, caught Xu Qiubei, and wrapped him tightly.

At this moment, seven or eight people came from afar, in a hurry.

Fang Zhuo, "He came from the south to report for help?"

233 relayed what he heard to him verbatim, "The mountain gates of the five sects were all blown up by Moxiu. The situation is critical. I hope we can send people back to help."

Before the system's words fell, the few big bosses who were directing the fight had stopped and shouted, "Retreat!"

After working desperately for a long time, many people died and were injured, and many people quietly retreated.

Seeing others retreat now, it is inevitable that my heart will itch, and I will also have the idea of ​​retreating.

The disciples of Yuan Mingzong yelled at cowards, and the flames of war in their chests became more intense, and each shot was more fierce than the other.

Fang Zhuo kicked the two people away and looked up at the sky.

Zhao Dongnian and Yin Nan are trying their best to fight against the people in the tower, to supplement spiritual power pills one by one, stuffing them into their mouths as if they don't want money, but it doesn't help at all.

They clearly felt that the spiritual power in their bodies was losing faster and faster, as if there was a terrible vortex that could swallow everything hidden in the Lingxu Pagoda.

Yin Nan looked at Zhao Dongnian, "Brother, let's let go together."

Zhao Dongnian was obsessed and refused, "If you don't kill people today, and wait until Duan Lin completely refines the demon seed, you and I are no match for him!"

"You don't want to be ashamed!" Fang Zhuo Yujian went up, took out his whip and whipped it, "The demon seed you are talking about belongs to my apprentice. It is not a peerless treasure, but a magic core. The so-called demon seed , It's just your patriarch's fucking imagination."

Yin Nan stopped the transmission of spiritual power and raised his sword to block the whipping.

The realm of the two is very different, Fang Zhuo threw away the whip, and Yu Jian ran away.

Yin Nan wanted to help his senior brother, so he chased after two steps and went back.

Fang Zhuo was buzzing there like a little fly, "Shen Su has done a lot of evil, taking pleasure in torturing the back mountain spirit beasts all day long, and that's what caused the mysterious thunder of heaven."

"He overestimated himself, snatched my apprentice's magic core and swallowed it, and died of a madness. I didn't kill him at all."

Zhao Dongnian's eyes were red with anger, "You are spitting blood!"

Suddenly, the demon energy inside the Lingxu Pagoda became stronger, and with a bang, the tower exploded.

Fragments and Yangming True Fire were scattered everywhere, and many people were unable to escape and were quickly swallowed by small sparks.

Duan Lin hung in the air unscathed.

The dark clouds above his head gathered in an instant, and the sky thunder, which was as bright as white paper, turned into a dragon, struck from behind, and rolled him up.

"It's Thunder Dragon!"

Someone yelled and fell back in fear.

The blood on the ground and the resentment and panic of the crowd turned into black mist at the same time, surging behind Duan Lin, and gradually condensed into a huge dragon.

The demon dragon was completely black, and his eyes were red as blood. He rushed forward swiftly and bit the thunder dragon's neck.

At that moment, black clouds covered the sky, and the entire continent was shrouded in darkness.

The wind and waves blew up on the turbulent sea, easily overturning and swallowing the fishing boat.

In the desert to the west of the mainland, the sky was full of yellow sand, and the strong winds swept a caravan into the sky.

Even the central part of the mainland, where the weather has always been smooth and rainy, was drenched by heavy rain. The common people covered their heads and rushed to hide from the rain, only to hear a rumble in the distance. The mountain torrent broke out, and the river rose in an instant, flooding the streets and flooding into the houses.

An old man with a white beard was kneeling on the ground, looking helplessly at the rice washed away by the water, and worried about how to feed his grandchildren who had lost their fathers and mothers.

"God, please give me a way to survive."

An old lady who passed by took the initiative to help him up, and gave him a small piece of silver, "This sudden flood is not a good sign, old man, go back quickly."

The picture flashed across the light screen, and many Fang Zhuo didn't have time to see it clearly.

This is truly heaven-shattering.

The people around had already stopped fighting and watching the excitement.

The thunder dragon transformed into lightning appeared once before, but it was not as powerful as this time.

Obviously, Tiandao was angry and wanted to strangle that hateful Moxiu on the spot.

"Have any of you ever seen a demon cultivator who can turn demon energy into a dragon?" Someone asked tremblingly.

The dragon is the auspicious auspiciousness of the heaven and the earth in ancient times. Everyone has only seen it in murals. Not to mention the fusion period, even in the Mahayana period, no one can rely on aura or magic energy to transform the aura into a real dragon.

The people next to him began to panic, "What the hell is that Duan Rin, unexpectedly, unexpectedly..."

"Do you still remember what the fake Shen Su said to Zongzhu Zhao?"

"Remember, he said, that the so-called Heavenly Demon Seed is the Demon Core of that kid named Duan."

"The magic core of fart, according to ancient books, it was formed by the condensed blood and evil energy during the battle of the demons."

"It must be true in the book?"

"I heard that the record about Heavenly Demon was passed down by Yuan Mingzong."

Fang Zhuo eavesdropped, a little shocked, "Is what that man said true?"

233 began to investigate from the origin of the mainland, and finally found the result, "It is true, the ancestor of Kaishan ordered his disciples to spread the news."

"Why did he..." Fang Zhuo suddenly stopped, it was the way of heaven, "he is a man of the way of heaven!"

Human cultivation respects the heavens, and can make a founder of the mountain obediently, Fang Zhuo can't think of anyone else except the way of heaven.

"In Jiuyuan's sea of ​​blood, what about the stone tablet that said the demon seed came out, was it also created by the Dao of Heaven?"

"It should be." 233 didn't pay attention to check this matter just now, and he wasn't too sure.

Fang Zhuo had a calculation in his heart.

After the demon's body died and his soul was rebuilt, the demon core should be in a state of deep sleep, and Tiandao could not perceive his existence, so he wanted to use the hands of Renxiu and Moxiu to search around.

Tsk tsk tsk, so scheming.

In the sky, two dragons are biting each other, one is the illusion of thunder and lightning, and the other is the condensation of heaven and earth demon energy, neither of them is flesh and blood, and it is impossible to tell who has the upper hand for a while.

But soon, everyone discovered that the thunder dragon was screaming in pain, and the dragon's sharp claws slashed fiercely on its abdomen.

Thunder Dragon felt the pain, and suddenly loosened the three claws holding Duan Lin.

Fang Zhuo squeezed away the people in front, ran over, caught them accurately, and fell to the ground together.

Duan Lin did not know when he fell into a coma. At this moment, he was more like a container that provided energy.

Demonic energy was pouring from his dantian to the magical dragon in the air, making it more powerful, while the Thunder Dragon of the Heavenly Dao was gradually losing ground in several battles.

The magic dragon did not let the other party go.

Tiandao's deeds over the years have always been accumulated in its heart, tumbling and brewing, it approached with killing, and brutally biting.

The weaker the brontosaurus became, the more excited it became.

When the last mouthful of the Thunder Dragon was completely swallowed, a burst of fog suddenly blew up in the air.

The fog was so thick that it was hard to see your fingers.

Fang Zhuo hugged the little apprentice tightly, and looked around warily, for fear that Tiandao would come up with something again.

Suddenly there was a scream nearby, followed by the sound of fighting. Just as he wanted the system to help him find out, someone suddenly fell straight in front of him.

The man looked terrified, staring straight ahead, "It wasn't me, I didn't kill you, you fell down by yourself."

Fang Zhuo frowned, and quickly realized that this mist can make people hallucinate and trigger demons.

He hurriedly covered the mouths and noses of himself and the little apprentice, but it was still a step too late, Duan Rin had already started talking, struggling in pain.

In the gray mist, a huge black thing walked by.

Fang Zhuo firmly grasped the hilt of the sword and stood up, guarding the little apprentice behind him vigilantly.

Suddenly there was a roar of a dragon in the air, and a black shadow bumped into him directly in front of him.

Fang Zhuo slashed with his sword, and the black shadow brushed against his body, causing a burning pain in his arm.

It's not the way of heaven, it's the magic dragon.

The dragon slammed into Duan Lin's body, the body and tail collapsed, wrapped it, slowly penetrated into the texture, and returned to the magic core.

Fang Zhuo took a step back subconsciously, feeling a little uneasy.

He squatted down hesitantly, and touched his apprentice's cheek, "Duan Rin, wake up."

The sounds of fighting all around grew louder, mixed with insults and terrified self-justifications.

Those voices are like a curse, constantly drilled into the ears, disturbing people's mind.

His eyes gradually blurred, Fang Zhuo shook his head vigorously, then fixed his eyes again, and found that the surrounding scenes had changed.

There is no snow and withered grass under the feet, and there is no thick fog. Instead, there is a clean and bright living room.

Pale golden sunlight passed through the gauze curtain, mottled on the floor, and a faint fragrance of green grass floated in the air. In front of him, there was a stack of books and a brazier.

Back, are you back?

He pinched his face in a daze, and ran to the bathroom in disbelief.

In the clean mirror, there was a face exactly like his. Fang Zhuo stared blankly for a long time, feeling that something was missing.

He had a flash of inspiration, "Brother Ah San, are you still there? I have completed the task?"

"Don't look for it, he's already gone." In the empty bathroom, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

He could hear that voice every day, and it was terribly familiar.

A chill crept up the back, the empty bathroom seemed to be suddenly crowded with people, and the air was so cramped that it was suffocating.

"Who are you?" Fang Zhuo stepped back, not daring to look at the mirror.

The voice was smiling, "I am you, look up at me."

Fang Zhuo didn't want to raise his head, but his body didn't obey. The corners of the mouth of the person in the mirror were raised, and his eyes were dark and dull, like a puppet that had lost its soul and was being manipulated.

He said, "I am you, and you are me. If you don't believe me, come and touch the mirror."

"I don't." Fang Zhuo retreated back and forth in panic, and the wall that was supposed to be a few meters away moved behind him at some point.

A hand protruded from the wall and pushed it from behind. Uncontrollably, he staggered forward and slammed his head into the mirror.

The person in the mirror closed his smiling face, put his hands on Fang Zhuo's shoulders, and dragged him into the mirror.

The other side is gray and white, and the air is filled with black ash and the smell of burnt vegetation.

A premonition suddenly rose in Fang Zhuo's heart——

If you are completely dragged in, you will never be able to leave.

The cold body came up from behind, and he leaned into Fang Zhuo's ear and whispered, "Why do you want to shrink back, just walk in, and your task will be completed. Your family, friends, career, they are all waiting for you over there. "

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Big brother, please open your pig eyes and look at the other side, then the fuck is like hell, who are you lying to?

Isn't it a bit too mentally retarded for this demon of the illusion of the heavenly way?

Fang Zhuo couldn't be bothered to roll his eyes, and struggled hard.

The people behind him restrained him and continued to confuse him, "Don't hesitate, Duan Rin is just a passer-by in your mission world. If you lose this opportunity because of him, you will fall into endless travel and never reach the end."

"I won't go back." Fang Zhuo roared firmly, biting the tip of his tongue hard.

Blood soaked out, and at the same time as the pain hit, everything in front of him began to distort.

Those disappearing cries of pain floated from a distance, and the frontal wasteland was brightly illuminated by the flames.

Before he could recover, he was punched firmly in the face.

After the opponent punched one punch, it was not enough, so he swung another punch.

Fang Zhuo raised his hand to stop him, and stared at him, he must not be dazzled, it turned out to be a beard.

The bearded eyes were full of hatred, he failed to punch, and he kicked with his foot, but the opponent also dodged him.

Fang Zhuo covered his face with both hands, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Big brother, I'm not talking about you, if this thing breaks, your demon ancestors will look for you desperately.

The bearded man couldn't hear his voice, so he grabbed another person nearby, beat him like crazy, and quickly disappeared into the mist.

Heavenly Demon's move can be said to be very vicious.

People who fall into the illusion of heart and mind, whether it is hatred or resentment, will be magnified many times than usual.

And these negative emotions happen to be the cause of the demons.

"Brother Ah San, do you know where Duan Rin is?"

"You came out?" 233 was surprised.

"Do you know that I have fallen into the demon realm?" Fang Zhuo frowned, "So you also know what happened in the illusion just now."

233 didn't deny it, just said, "Go and help, the protagonist is crazy."

The fog was so thick that Fang Zhuo couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north. Finally, relying on the system's guidance step by step, he avoided those crazy scuffling people and came to an open space.

There is very little noise nearby, but the smell of blood is several times stronger than other places.

The system's route prompt stopped abruptly, "The protagonist's mood is unstable, and his energy fluctuates too much. I can't detect a more specific location."

Well, you still have to rely on yourself.

Fang Zhuo wrinkled his nose and sniffed, and continued to follow the smell of blood. He almost tripped over when he kicked something.

He knelt down and touched it. It had noses and eyes, and it was still wet and sticky.

It was a dead head with blood all over its face.

"Go!" A voice suddenly came from not far away.

"The demon cultivator has gone crazy." Another voice said, "You are going to die, don't drag me."

Fang Zhuo was too lazy to listen to their chatter, and ran over to the sound, grabbed one of them and asked, "Where's Duan Lin?"

Two men, one fat and one thin, were startled by the sudden appearance.

After realizing it, the first thing he did was cover Fang Zhuo's mouth and hissed, "Don't talk, he will listen..."

see.

Before he could utter the last word, a sword flew across the sky.

The two immediately pushed out the human shield in their hands.

The black sword entwined with demon energy brushed past Fang Zhuo's neck, shaved off a bunch of hair, and finally inserted it precisely on the forehead of the man behind him.

The matter is not over yet.

The black sword withdrew from the man's skull, and the next moment, a man walked out of the mist.

The other party's face was bloodstained, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloody red, and he was speaking vaguely.

Before Duan Lin could say the word Duan Lin, the other party had already grasped the sword and stabbed Fang Zhuo mercilessly.

"The protagonist is trapped in the inner demon realm and cannot get out. Everyone present is the target of his revenge." 233 said anxiously, "Including you... quickly hide!"

The little apprentice who was obedient before is now a crazy hungry wolf, biting Fang Zhuo and never letting him go.

Not to mention hiding, there is no space to take a breath.

Fang Zhuo was having a hard time coping. He called out the Bing Leng Sword and wanted to run away, but was dragged down.

A cold hand grabbed his neck from the front.

Duan Lin kept repeating something in his mouth, his five fingers tightened suddenly, and the air that was already coming in and out was completely blocked.

Fang Zhuo kicked and kicked his feet in the air, his cheeks were flushed.

He struggled to squeeze out two weak voices from his throat, "It's... I..."

The blood in Duan Lin's eyes became more dazzling with the soaring killing in his heart.

On the contrary, Fang Zhuo's vision began to become blurred, and it was difficult to even lift a finger.

The only way now is to get the Hengtian Stone out, but the throat is stuck, and the combined volume of the Yuan Dan and the Hengtian Stone is too large, and there is no way to get it out of the respiratory tract.

Fang Zhuo mobilized his vague consciousness and asked the system if it could help.

The system has had the experience of digging out eyes before, so digging out inner alchemy is naturally no problem.

Fang Zhuo closed his eyes and heard the sound of his clothes being torn. He felt an invisible dagger cut across his stomach.

The freshly gushed blood made the person immersed in the hallucination stunned for a moment.

Duan Lin's eyes were clear for a moment, and he let go of his fingers, but the second Fang Zhuo fell to the ground, he fell into madness again, and the previous situation was even more terrifying.

Picking up the Hengtian Stone and Yuan Dan that the system put on the dry grass, Fang Zhuo looked down at his stomach, it was bloody and scary.

"Brother Ah San, can you sew up my wound and clean up my clothes by the way." He paused, "I want to die cleanly and look good."

In that case, the little apprentice will feel better.

With heavy eyelids and weakness in limbs, Fang Zhuo pinched his thigh, "Can you let me hold on for a while... I seem to be dying."

233,"Up to 2 minutes."

Fang Zhuo, "Enough."

Duan Lin was hacking around with the sword, Fang Zhuo was not afraid of getting hurt, he rushed forward, jumped on the opponent with all his strength, and forced the things in his hand into his mouth.

Then put his face on it, blocked the little apprentice's slightly cold lips, and pushed Heng Tianshi down with his tongue.

As Heng Tianshi took his stomach, the devilish energy around the little apprentice returned to his dantian, and he calmed down.

Fang Zhuo smiled reassuringly, hugged the other person's neck tightly, and still whispered to himself that belonged to the other person.

This time, he finally heard what Duan Rin was talking about.

"I want all of you to be buried with him," he said.

Although he was about to die, he was beautiful in his heart. Duan Rin must have seen him die in the inner demon realm.

Fang Zhuo raised his hand slightly, then dropped it weakly, resting on his apprentice's shoulder.

He really wanted to touch his face and tell him, "I'm not dead, I can continue to be with you."

But he was so sleepy and uncomfortable, as long as he closed his eyes and fell asleep, he could be relieved.

"Wake up, don't sleep."

233 screamed desperately in his head, but Fang Zhuo no longer had the strength to open his eyes.

The dense fog all over the sky suddenly dispersed, and the sun illuminated the entire wasteland.

The people who were fighting each other looked at each other blankly, then let go of their hands, dropped their swords, cupped their fists and apologized in shame and regret.

Only in the northwest corner of the wasteland, there is a man in black who has not moved.

He stood in a daze for a long time, and finally raised his arms to wrap around the man hanging on his body.

This person has never clinging to him so obediently as today, without making any noise, and so quiet that he doesn't even breathe.

Duan Lin patted the man on the back and called softly, "Master."

There was no movement, no response, and even less a warm smile.

This person is gone, gone, not even a ghost left behind.

The man in black brocade clothes knelt down on the ground holding the corpse, gently combed the other's hair, then lay down on his side, and cut open his stomach.

The onlookers in the distance looked at this scene in disbelief, "He, is he crazy?"

Song Qingjian was the only one who rushed forward, "He won't want you to do this."

As if Duan Lin had never heard of it, he lowered his head and kissed the man's head, and said softly, "Don't walk too fast on the road to Huangquan, and don't let me miss you."

Pulling your fingers together vigorously, the three crystal beads turned into powder, were blown up by the cold wind, and scattered in the air.

The moment Duan Lin closed his eyes, starting from the edge of the continent, the land was torn apart, the vegetation turned into green smoke and collapsed, and the walking flesh and blood turned into dust in fear...