Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

Of course Song Yunyin didn't just watch Zhu Jiu's needle go through his heart, he moved his footsteps a little, and transferred the injury point to the rib on the right side of the heart.

In the blink of an eye, the purple awn broke through the body, and there was no bleeding or wound. Looking at the person concerned, except for the trembling of the body, even the indifferent and solemn expression did not change.

The disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, who was still worried about whether senior brother Yunyin would be unable to hold on, couldn't help feeling relieved.

It seems that the demon girl is just an embroidered pillow. She put on such a good posture, but in fact she has no lethality at all. Senior brother Ling Xiaofeng didn't even blink his eyes.

Others were just looking at the appearance, only Zhu Jiu looked at Song Yunyin who was standing opposite, with a surprised expression.

Zhu Jiu's needle is her natal magic weapon. The needle is not made of any ordinary metal, and the purple light on the needle is not because the poison has been quenched, but because her hair is originally this color, mixed with her heart and soul. Afterwards, the refined magic weapon will also glow faintly and darkly.

It is precisely because this weapon is from her own body that she can better follow her heart. The Nine Yin God Needle, which has become extremely tough under the manipulation of devil energy, will quickly curl up after being penetrated into the body, just as Jiang Yuyuan said In that way, the tendons and even flesh and blood can be twisted into a ball, and even wander in the body.

Just like what Zhu Jiu said, she was tough on the front, she was not Song Yunyin's opponent at all, what she had to do was to defeat the enemy in another way.

Like her, Song Yunyin is at the Golden Core stage. If she can destroy his sea of ​​qi and absorb his aura for her use, maybe she can improve a small realm immediately.

A trace of greed flashed in Zhu Jiu's eyes.

Let alone forty needles, even if a cultivator in the same realm as her is only penetrated by a Jiuyin God needle, he will be killed by the devilish energy scurrying around in his body. Can you stand it?

The reason why Zhu Jiu said this, on the one hand, was to torment the ice cube face in front of him who was so upright that he hated it just by looking at it.On the other hand, it was also a pretext to make these ignorant sword repairers mistakenly think that this is just an ordinary hidden weapon, and there is no twists and turns.

In fact, she didn't intend to spare anyone present at all.

It's okay if she can get that supreme artifact, but if she can't, heh, the soul in the soul-locking orb is a good nutrient, and all the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect here will become sacrifices for her to improve her cultivation.

All benevolence, righteousness and morality are jokes, but she is a demon cultivator, what kind of oath is she talking about?

So what if he couldn't ascend?

The heavens couldn't tolerate her, and of course the demons would protect her, she was only punished by the gods, at worst she would never return to the human world.

She did not expect Song Yunyin's little tricks, she thought that these fairies who claimed to be righteous would not play such tricks.

But what about avoiding the deadly parts?

Zhu Jiu hooked her lips, and Zhu Jiu smiled treacherously.

If you move, my needle will move too.

And it's still in your body, the feeling of passing through flesh and blood, isn't it even more uncomfortable?

Song Yunyin stood there, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, and the other behind his back, with a deep and unpredictable expression in his eyes, "A needle changes a life, don't forget what you said."

He looked at the disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, and nodded his chin to Die Ling, who was wearing a white dress and blue brocade, crying like pear blossoms and rain, "Let her go."

Zhu Jiu was startled, turned his head, and glanced at the fragile woman.

"Unexpectedly, the young master is still a person who loves the fragrance and cherishes the jade, well, Zhu Jiu keeps his word."

As she spoke, the Soul-Locking Orb in her hand released a light wisp of white mist, which sank into Die Ling's body, and stretched out her slender fingers to untie the rope on her body.

Die Ling only felt that the spiritual platform in her mind was cleared, and the sense of oppression of being controlled by others disappeared without a trace. The next second, the ropes tied to her ankles, knees and wrists were also disconnected. She stood up while stroking the tree trunk, He cast a complicated look at Song Yunyin with mixed feelings, "Elder brother!"

With a soft cry, she started to run towards Song Yunyin.

"Hey, stay safe and don't be impatient." Zhu Jiu cast a fixing spell over there, "This is a bet between me and this young master. I don't want a third person to disturb me."

Die Ling froze in place, struggled with his ankle, but couldn't move, and cast a grievanced look at his senior brother with tears in his eyes, "Eldest brother..."

Song Yunyin looked away from her, "Continue."

Zhu Jiu stroked the long hair on the side of his face, and said softly, "The next thing is the second injection, you must be mentally prepared, young master."

After finishing speaking, the second Nine Yin God Needle next to him swished, and struck straight at the man's sword-holding wrist, revealing his vicious heart.

……

At this moment in the Burial Sword Valley, there is a storm, thunder bursts, and the wind is biting.

The Yanyan sword standing in the middle of the ice field trembled violently. The tattered and faded black-red fringe of the sword fluttered with the wind and frost. The ice edges that condensed on the sword gradually cracked and fell from above.

[Player, calm down, if this continues, the seal may not be broken, and you will be struck to death by lightning. ]7474741 advised Zhang Liangshao in his mind.

Zhang Liangshao remained silent.

At this moment, he did not appear in human form, but the restless black smoke on the magic sword had already explained his inner drama very clearly.

He thought he was going crazy.

If he just noticed that the imprint of spiritual consciousness on Song Yunyin's body was touched by someone, maybe he would bear it.

After all, two thousand and seven hundred years have survived, what else can't be tolerated?

But soon, the imprint was touched again.

What does this mean?It means he was injured again.

Before Zhang Liangshao had time to take a breath, a steady stream of fluctuations came from the other end of the spirit-soul connection.

The breath was directly stuck in the middle of his chest, he couldn't cough it out or swallow it, he was extremely aggrieved.

I can't bear to hurt someone...

Someone actually hurt him...

again and again?

Heart, ankles, elbows, shoulders, knees, ankles, flanks, viscera...

Nowhere, nowhere is it perfect...

This is to torture people alive!

Zhang Liangshao felt something spread out from the center of his rock-like strong heart, densely packed, cold and painful to the bone.

[Be patient a little longer. ]7474741 A mechanical voice with no ups and downs rang in his mind. It originally wanted to say that it would be better if NPC000 died, but seeing the player's appearance on the verge of collapse, he changed it to a more tactful way.

Ren Ren Ren, what do you know?

This is cutting my heart with a knife!

The blood in Zhang Liangshao's eyes almost spilled out of his eyeballs.

I can't stand it anymore!

Above the magic sword, the black flame suddenly rises and gathers into a human shape. Behind the long dark red hair dancing like a golden snake, the pair of blood-red eyes are vivid, and the black robe is flapping in the violent hurricane. The long red belt was also fluttering and flying.

His limbs and waist were covered with heavy black chains, and as soon as he took shape, he fell to the ground, and his palms fell into the snow.

The demon formation was activated in an instant, and the golden charms engraved on Fang Tian's painted halberd lit up one by one. The spiritual power was transmitted from the ground to the tip of the halberd, and a twisted purple tentacles protruded from the top. A huge purple electric ball was formed, and it couldn't help but hit Zhang Liangshao directly below.

"uh-huh!"

Zhang Liangshao had no way to avoid it, he was hit straight on the head by Dumb, and he groaned in pain, his figure suddenly blurred for a moment.

"Xu Chengjun, you bastard!"

He lay on the ground, wearing the heavy chain, and crawled towards the halberd closest to him.

Every time he moved, a purple lightning with the thickness of an arm struck towards his palm to stop him from moving forward. Zhang Liangshao gritted his teeth, ignoring the black smoke coming out of his palm, and climbed to the edge of the seal with difficulty.

As usual, this is almost the maximum range of his activities.

But not today.

Without Song Yunyin's blood, it was a bit difficult for him to separate out a ray of spirit. Besides, if he wanted to help, he had to create a clone with some cultivation.

Zhang Liangshao cursed again, and stretched out his hand to grab the ancient fairy artifact that had trapped him for 700 years.

"Ahhh!"

The rune on the halberd burned his palm into ashes almost instantly, and Zhang Liangshao couldn't help crying out.

In the next second, a steady stream of black flames filled the missing part of the palm. He tensed up all his strength, firmly grasped the flashing halberd, and pulled it upwards.

At this moment, Zhang Liangshao was in a state of embarrassment. The robe that had disappeared from his body was torn in half by the lightning strike just now, leaving almost a piece of rag to barely cover his body.The thunder power carried on the seal has been preventing the attempts to destroy the eye of the formation. The ferocious purple lightning wrapped his arms around his whole body, and the shackles on his hands were rattled by the electricity.

The damaged body was quickly repaired by the black smoke spreading from the Yanyan Sword itself. If you don't take a closer look, Zhang Liangshao now looks like a ball of raging black smoke, and there are still a few scary lines coming out of it from time to time. The thunderbolt kind.

But he didn't let go.

He had to go out, he had to be rescued!

……

"Hmph, I never thought you'd be able to survive until now. No one has ever been able to survive 39 needles in the hands of this saint. The disciple of Ling Xiaofeng really lives up to his reputation."

Zhu Jiu looked at the pale, flimsy figure in front of her who was still leaning on a sword to support his body standing in front of her, his eyes were slightly shaken.

It's a pity, this person is a malleable talent, it's too wasteful just to take away his cultivation base, if he can be made into a puppet, wouldn't he be invincible?

It's a pity, to turn a person into a puppet, he must first destroy his will, and I don't have that much time now.

She glanced at the wound on her shoulder, where the skin and flesh had turned outward, with bones visible, slightly white, and turned into dead flesh. If it was not treated, it might affect this arm in the future.

At the entrance of the cave, I wanted to take away the two young disciples who were in the Qi refining period of Lingzhao Peak, but suddenly a sword appeared on the treetop. Fortunately, she flashed fast, otherwise the neck artery would be cut, and the end would be fatal. Just like those subordinates who died on the road to cover her...

She raised her head and looked at the group of disciples under the tree who had been immobilized by herself.

Hmph, it's not that simple to get back the soul from the soul-locking orb.

The soul that has entered the soul-locking orb has been polluted by demon energy. In the future, even if it is practicing the righteous way, it will be difficult to keep the spiritual platform clear. magic way.

It was you who killed me first, so don't blame me for being cruel.

She narrowed her eyes, her expression sharpened.

"Song Yunyin, this is the last stitch, take it!"

The silver needle burst into purple light, and shot towards the head disciple of Ling Xiaofeng in front of him. Ling Xiao's first disciple locked it firmly.

"Witch, what do you want to do!"

At this moment, a firm and clear voice sounded, and a blue figure suddenly appeared from the nearby woods.

The author has something to say: This article adopts the strategy of bitterness first and then sweetness. Although the front is bitter, the later stage is very sweet. Please stick to it.

The next chapter, high-energy early warning.