Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

"Ziyu, don't go!"

Anxious shouts sounded in the distance, and Mo Zixuan stretched out his hand towards Lin Ziyu who didn't care, but it was of no avail.

Song Yunyin's pupils shrank, and his footsteps moved slightly, but he hesitated for a moment because of the pain from his body. He could only watch as Lin Ziyu flew towards him like a blue bird, blocking the sharp purple light in front of him. out of his sight.

The next moment, a big bloody hole suddenly burst open on the boy's back, and the soaring devilish energy connected to his body and the flesh and blood, and it was torn apart together. The Nine Yin God Needle went straight through his chest. Unabated, he attacked Song Yunyin.

"Ziyu!"

Mo Zixuan's mournful cry came from beside his ears, Song Yunyin's body froze, and he couldn't avoid the injection.

The thin needle entwined with the ominous black air pierced through the body in an instant, and inserted straight into the extremely transparent golden pill exuding azure blue light.

The golden core that was slowly rotating in the sea of ​​qi stopped abruptly, and the surrounding aura twisted, showing signs of collapsing faintly.Immediately afterwards, the golden core trembled slightly, and from the point where the silver needle pierced, the spider web-like cracks spread towards the surroundings, and the speed became faster and faster.

In the next second, as if hearing a click, the golden pill that was obtained through eight years of hard work burst apart in Song Yunyin's sea of ​​energy.

"puff--"

The blood on Song Yunyin's face suddenly faded, and the whole person spurted a big mouthful of blood forward, and the severe pain all over his body was like overwhelming.He swayed like a flimsy piece of white paper, his knees softened, and he knelt down with his sword propped up.

The Divine Sword Sect disciples who watched the whole incident widened their eyes one by one.

Senior brother Yunyin received 39 needles without saying a word, and everyone was happy and saved them all, but he suddenly collapsed at the last moment.

It's so dangerous, the one who stays at the end is not me...

One by one, they thought about it luckily in their hearts, and their foreheads couldn't help being covered with a thin layer of sweat.

If they knew that in order to save them, Ling Xiaofeng commanded the elders, and the golden core of the ancestor Cheng Jun's beloved disciple was broken, and since then lost the capital they are proud of, and can no longer enter the fairyland, I don't know if they will feel conscientious. disturbed.

But at present, it seems that touch is touch, and anxiety should not be disturbed.

The road of cultivating the Tao is too narrow, and only one person can walk it. Now that you understand that you can get away with it in the end, who will take these unnecessary emotions and desires to heart? What about thunderstorms?

"Ziyu, Ziyu... are you okay, Ziyu!"

Mo Zixuan rushed to Lin Ziyu's side, picked him up from the pool of blood, opened the healing barrier to deliver spiritual power to him, and took out various elixir from the universe bag and fed him into his mouth.

The elixir went down, but the effect didn't come up.

Lin Ziyu pushed away the elixir that Mo Zixuan continued to hand over, turned her head, looked at Song Yunyin who was kneeling behind him with his sword propped up, opened her pale lips, and smiled weakly, "Senior brother...why treat me... ...for this great gift..."

Song Yunyin: "..."

Mo Zixuan: "...It's come to this juncture, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"Ahem..." Lin Ziyu's chest was opened with a big hole the size of a fist, and the blood flowed unstoppably. Mo Zixuan's lost spiritual power seemed to have fallen into a bottomless pit. last breath.

"Senior brother, look, I haven't forgotten...protect...protect the body..." Lin Ziyu turned her head and continued, "I remember everything you taught...Am I very good..."

You haven't forgotten the body-protecting qi, but the thin layer of body-protecting qi for sword cultivators in the qi refining stage is useless to the golden core stage monks.

Song Yunyin swallowed the blood in his mouth, closed his eyes towards him and nodded lightly, "Well, you are very good."

Lin Ziyu's eyes lit up after being praised by his strict senior brother. He smiled at Mo Zixuan and held his hand that was casting a spell, "Zixuan...you and I will be together with our senior brother. All my magic treasures and spells are given to you, and...the spirit stone hidden under the bed...don't forget..."

"Ziyu... woo woo woo... I don't want those... You don't want to die..."

Mo Zixuan's eyes turned red, and tears rolled around his eyes, accumulating into huge golden peas, which fell on Lin Ziyu's face.

"Don't cry... Zixuan, do you still remember the agreement between us... From now on, you must become stronger than Senior Brother Yunyin..." Lin Ziyu's voice became weaker and weaker, "You have to let me ...those who underestimated us...regret...let them know..."

As soon as he let go of his hand, his black pupils completely lost their luster.

"Ziyu...Ziyu..." Mo Zixuan shook the corpse in his arms and cried out, "Ziyu!"

Song Yunyin looked at this scene, his expression remained unchanged, but his right hand hanging beside him was clenched silently, blood flowed from his fingers, fell down along the joints, dripped on the ground, and sank into the dark ground.

"It's such a touching scene..." The voice of Saintess Zhujiu sounded inappropriately, but with the pride of the winner, she looked at the forty disciples of the Excalibur Sect, "It's a pity, your Senior Brother Yunyin In the end, I still didn’t persevere to the end, if that’s the case, then I have no choice but to accept your spirits.”

"You witch, how dare you break your oath! As promised, one shot is worth one life, even if senior brother falls down, at least... At least you will let us 39 people go!" Someone said angrily.

"Hahahahahahaha, little brat, where do you think this is, and it's your turn to bargain!"

Zhu Jiu's laughter was sharp and crazy. From the very beginning, she didn't pay attention to this group of disciples in the Qi refining period. She didn't even want to say anything at the moment, and threw the soul-locking pearl in her hand, "Can you become a master?" The nourishment of women is your honor!"

The black soul-locking bead spun in mid-air, and the surroundings seemed to create a vacuum vortex, creating a huge attraction. The disciple closest to it lost his eyes and fell down with a plop. The white soul broke his body It came out and was sucked into the black bead.

Starting from this disciple, like dominoes, a group of people fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

"Hahahahahaha!" Zhu Jiu stood among the men in black, laughing wantonly and wickedly, "Song Yunyin, you broke the golden core for these heartless little white-eyed wolves, I really feel not worth it for you! "

Jiang Yuyuan, who barely persevered until the end, was shocked when he heard it, as if struck by lightning, "What! Master... Junior brother, your golden core is broken!?"

Song Yunyin supported his body with the sword in one hand, glanced in that direction, and didn't speak.

Jiang Yuyuan's face turned blue, his lips twitched, "Retribution... Retribution..."

As a Golden Core cultivator, his natural vision is farther than others.

Cultivate the Tao, cultivate the Tao, what is the Tao?It is cause and effect.

If you plant a cause today, it will bear fruit in the future.

Good causes produce good results, and evil causes produce evil results.

The reincarnation of heaven, the retribution is not good.

Originally, as a Golden Core cultivator, Song Yunyin could take care of himself alone. Even if he wanted to save them, he could choose to save the disciples of Ling Xiaofeng who were within his scope of duty and then leave. There was no need to care about their lives.

But since he chose to save them all, then they accepted the cause he gave.

Song Yunyin broke the golden elixir because of them, the way of heaven is watching this matter.

Even if he escaped this catastrophe, he would still have to pay it back sooner or later, no matter if it was a demon, a thunder catastrophe, or any other catastrophe...

However, from the looks of it right now, death is inevitable this time... Even if you want to pay it back, you can only wait until the next life...

Alas, it's a pity for this sect's once-in-a-century genius.

A generation of bright stars has just fallen.

Jiang Yuyuan closed his eyes, allowing himself to fall into chaos.

……

With Jiang Yuyuan's fall, the surroundings fell into a dead silence.

"Burn these corpses, don't leave traces and be discovered by those old immortals of the Divine Sword Sect."

"Obey, my lord."

Zhu Jiu withdrew the Soul-Evoking Orb, pushed away the men who were protecting her, and walked towards Song Yunyin.

"You witch, I will fight with you!"

Mo Zixuan put down Lin Ziyu's body, stood up, drew out the spirit sword in his hand, his eyes were red.

"Oh?" Zhu Jiu raised his eyebrows, "Missed one?"

She stopped and looked carefully at the boy in front of her.

Seeing that this disciple in Tsing Yi was not very strong, even if he absorbed spiritual power, it would be a drop in the bucket, she withdrew her interested eyes and glanced at her mouth with disdain.

In the matter of cultivation, the strong are respected, and the weak are not even qualified to choke.

She stretched out her hand and waved Mo Zixuan aside like a small flying insect.

With a bang, the spirit sword fell to the ground.

Mo Zixuan hit the tree trunk hard, fell to the ground and passed out.

Zhu Jiu looked at the man in front of her again.

He was hunched over, holding a sword while coughing blood, his spotless white clothes were stained with dust, and the moiré blue brocade, which symbolized nobility and perseverance, was stained by blood, and for the first time, weakness and apathy appeared on his always strong and indifferent face. pale expression.

Thinking of this proud son of heaven who once stood invincibly in front of him and almost killed him with a sword, a rising star of the new generation of the righteous way, he was beaten to kneel in the mud and lost his cultivation, and he also witnessed his own death Brothers from the same sect were imprisoned one by one, and the beloved junior died tragically in front of him, his meridians all over his body were broken, and the golden core was also smashed into pieces by himself, causing great physical and mental trauma, Zhu Jiu couldn't help feeling a surge of joy in his heart.

Being able to crush this kind of proud and aloof sword cultivator into the dust with his own hands, seeing his unwilling and helpless expression when he was dying, was so exciting that his whole body trembled!

"Son."

Zhu Jiu suppressed the twisted desire in his heart, raised his hand and sent out a ray of devilish energy, and held up the spirit sword lying on the ground firmly, "Don't worry, you are different from them, I will leave you a whole sword." Corpse."

Then refine your body, and use it as the dead servant of this saint, driven by me.

As she thought about it, a gleam flashed in her eyes.

"..."

Hearing the voice in front of him, Song Yunyin slowly raised his head, his dark eyes looked straight at the demon goddess in front of him, in his eyes, there was no resignation and despair as Zhu Jiu thought, but it was like a pool of stagnant water, the ancient well was endless. The wave is creepy.

The sky was dark, and Zhu Jiu didn't notice that Song Yunyin's black pupils, which looked like deep pools, gradually turned into a strange dark purple.

She held up the spirit sword and aimed it between the man's eyebrows, and the billowing devilish energy from her fingertips controlled the sharp blade to drive away at a high speed.

A ray of bright white light pierced the long dark night.

……

"what!"

In the Burial Sword Valley, Zhang Liangshao, who had been at loggerheads with Fang Tian's painting halberd, suddenly roared. He raised his head, staring at the sky with his blood pupils, the veins on his neck popped up, and the devilish energy behind him rose.

"let me out!!!!"

The flame-like lines between his eyebrows turned into living lines for a moment, and the black flames turned into a deep red, like blood, flowing along his body to the surroundings, corroding lines on the hard ice surface, It made a terrifying sound like a red-hot iron block suddenly being immersed in cold water.

Click!

There was a soft sound from the ice layer, and an invisible gap suddenly opened at the place where the blade of the magic sword connected to the ice sheet.

At the same time, the Fang Tian painting halberd that he was holding tightly all the time finally began to slowly move upwards...

"not good!"

In the Discipline Hall, the Discipline Elder who was dealing with sect affairs frowned, his expression suddenly changed, "The seal of the Flame Sword is different!"

The author has something to say: the next chapter breaks through the seal and upgrades the orange alert...

What about that, big guys, don’t point a knife at me and my attacker, if you have something to say, he’s not afraid of me_(:зゝ∠)_