Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

There was no one around at the moment, so it stands to reason that as long as Mo Zixuan was fooled by a little trick, it would be fine even if he used his devilish energy.

But Song Yunyin felt a little uneasy in his heart, so he never drew his sword.

"Boy surnamed Song, hurry up and hand over the secret treasure of my teaching!"

The men in black on the opposite side are all at the Foundation Establishment Stage, and only the leader is at the Golden Core Stage. If the original Song Yunyin were to deal with these people, he might end up in a situation where both sides would be hurt. It can be seen that they are all prepared. Come.

However, those few people didn't know that the current Song Yunyin was the ancestor of the Yuanying, who had entered the Yuanying at the age of 26, even if he was called a once-in-a-thousand-year genius, it would not be an exaggeration.

In terms of cultivation, these demons have to call Song Yunyin senior.

but……

Song Yunyin's hands were hanging by the hem of his clothes, wanting to move but then stopping.

"Brother..."

Probably just suffered an internal injury, Mo Zixuan passed out before finishing half a sentence.

It's just the right time, place and people.

Zhang Liangshao couldn't help the tempting devilish energy and the smell of flesh and blood spread to the Demon Sword.

"What are you hesitating for?" He actively urged, "Do it, isn't it the responsibility and obligation of every student of the Divine Sword Sect to eliminate demons and defend the way?"

Song Yunyin lowered his jaw slightly, raised his eyes to look at the demon in front of him, and didn't answer.

"Hey, Boss, isn't this kid out of fright?"

"I heard that he was abolished by the saintess. I don't know if it's true."

"How about we try him?"

Several men in black looked at each other, and rushed towards Song Yunyin with a horizontal knife.

The sharp blade slashed towards the front door. On one side of the man's body, a silver blade flashed in his dark eyes, and a strand of hair on his forehead was broken and fluttered down.

Time slowed down for an instant.

The silver sword in his hand slammed, and the bright blade suddenly popped out. Almost at the same time, a hand slapped the pommel, forcefully pressing back the half-unsheathed sword body.

The next moment, the heavy back of the knife hit Song Yunyin's back all at once, and he staggered and fell to the ground. When he raised his head again, he was already under the control of others.

Zhang Liangshao cursed in his mind.

The masked leader raised his eyebrows, took a few steps forward, and walked in front of Song Yunyin, "Unexpectedly, the former proud son of heaven has fallen to this point. It's really pathetic."

"If you hand over the secret treasure, I might spare your life, but if you don't... I'm afraid the head disciple of Ling Xiao doesn't know how many people in our demon world hate you to the bone. Ashes!"

Song Yunyin looked down at the ground, "I'll give you the secret treasure, will you let me and my junior brother go?"

"That's natural." The masked leader raised his head.

Bai Yi Jianxiu closed his eyes, "Okay."

!!!

Zhang Liangshao opened his eyes wide.

The masked leader looked at Ling Xiao's head disciple who was prostrate at his feet, his hands trembling in panic, and there was a hint of complacency and sinister in his eyes, "You are wise."

Song Yunyin held the trembling Yanyan sword silently, and took out a Qiankun bag from his bosom.

He has no cultivation now, and he can't even open his Qiankun bag.

The masked man snatched the heavy Qiankun bag, sneered, injected a wave of devilish energy into it, and forcefully destroyed the seal.

All of a sudden, the restraint was lost, and the entire Qiankun bag suddenly swelled up, and countless things spewed out from the mouth of the bag with a bang.

The masked man was hit with a spirit stone on the head, and his whole body was almost buried in it. He was about to yell, when suddenly something with terrifying sharp teeth fell from the sky, which made him yell out in fright.

"Oops Mom!"

Plop plop!

Two lively carps hit the huge calyx of the phoenix flower, and then landed on the pile of spirit stones along the emerald green calyx. Their flat fish eyes looked at this colorful world, and their gills opened and closed.

Song Yunyin looked at the demon who was completely blocked by the huge piranha, expressionless.

"puff--"

A subordinate with a low laugh accidentally laughed out loud.

The next moment, the laughter stopped, and the man covered his throat with blood spurting out, but it was too late, his head slowly moved away, and the head was separated.

The masked man was holding a blood-stained long knife, and his whole body was extremely dark. He grabbed Song Yunyin's throat with one claw, lowered his body, and said in a gloomy tone, "There is no reincarnation mirror in there, how dare you play me?!"

Reincarnation mirror?

Song Yunyin's eyes darkened, and he said hoarsely, "I just want to tell you that I don't have what you want."

The masked man narrowed his eyes, "In that case, I will call you dead today!"

After saying that, he raised the long knife in his hand, and the blood on the knife drew a long line like splashed ink on the ground, and the tip of the blade glowed coldly in the dark night.

"Ah."

A low laugh emerged from the throat of the person in front of him.

"You demon cultivators, are you all so contradictory?"

Song Yunyin's eyes as deep as a black pool blinked, and purple awns suddenly appeared.

Puff!

The sound of something breaking open the body.

The masked man looked dazed, and still held the long knife high in his hand, but his mountain-like body swayed. He slowly lowered his head and looked at his abdomen.

A bloody fist was slowly retracted from his dantian, and unfolded, a purple round pill sticking with blood lay in it.

"Golden Dan, that's all."

Jianxiu in white looked at the magic pill in his palm for a few seconds, tilted his palm, and threw the pickled stuff with flesh and blood on the ground.

The masked man's face turned pale immediately, the knife in his hand fell slowly, he staggered back a few steps, and then fell to the ground with his eyes wide open and his feet turned upside down, dying with regret.

"Ah!" As the man in black fell down, Zhang Liangshao screamed, "Why did you throw it away, it's a great remedy!"

The Flame-eating Sword Spirit, who couldn't absorb the magic energy, felt his heart bleeding.

"Boss!"

The matter happened too hastily, and the rest of the men in black didn't see clearly how Song Yunyin did this at that time, and only relied on the demon's aggressive instinct to attack Song Yunyin with a knife.

"Take your life--"

The machete trend stopped abruptly, and the exquisite silver scabbard blocked the sharp blade.

how can that be!

The man in black was shocked.

He... Didn't he lose his cultivation?

Is it...

In uncertainty, he watched the sword cultivator in front of him slowly raise his head, his forehead hair blown away by the wind, revealing a pair of bright purple eyes.

The next moment, he was kicked in the chest, flew six or seven meters away, fell to the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, and died suddenly.

……

I don't know when, the night has completely invaded this small town. Without the lighting of the lanterns, the street market is dark, the wind is howling, and the atmosphere is extremely chilling.

There is only a white dress, in the dark night, like the flickering lights, countless black moths rush towards it, but they don't know that this means the end of life.

And the lights were gradually dyed red in the washing of life and death again and again.

pat.

The body of the last man in black fell to the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the sky.

Song Yunyin stood where he was, panting slightly, blood trickling down from the nail tip of his left hand and splashing into the soil.

He raised his hand and looked at the bright red palm.

It is it that has taken away countless lives.

Contaminated, countless sins.

Countless images suddenly flooded my mind, and my temples twitched, making me extremely dizzy.

Song Yunyin flickered, closed his eyes, and said.

"Stop pretending, I know you're not Mo Zixuan."

Behind him, someone dusted off his clothes and stood up.

"Senior Brother Song..."

The delicate face of "Mo Zixuan" gradually changed into a young boy with cat eyes.

"You are possessed."

Lin Qinghuan said softly.

Song Yunyin turned around slowly, and confronted the disciples of Tianji Peak among the corpses.

"So what?"

He said four words lightly.

"Song Yunyin."

A deep voice sounded, Song Yunyin's face turned pale, and he looked at the person who came out of the alley behind Mo Zixuan.

White clothes, cloud pattern, blue brocade, and the familiar Ling Xiao sword.

Song Yunyin's lips trembled, and he raised his head in a daze, "Master..."

"I don't have an apprentice like you!" Xu Chengjun frowned, looked at the first disciple standing in front of him, and said sharply, "Don't kneel down yet!"

Song Yunyin lowered his head and knelt down in a pool of blood without saying a word.

"Song Yunyin, how did you become what you are today! Half-human, half-devil, nondescript!" Xu Chengjun tremblingly pointed at his former favorite disciple, and shook his head, "I am very disappointed in you."

After all, he seemed to be extremely angry, and even supported his chest, his body tilted, and his steps were a little unsteady.

"Master!" Song Yunyin quickly straightened up and stretched out his hand to help him.

Before he got close, a strong aura brushed him away, "Get lost!"

Song Yunyin was caught off guard and fell to the ground with blood and dust all over his body, in a panic.

After a while, he slowly propped up his body, brought his knees together again, and knelt in front of Xu Chengjun with a long body. He was silent for a while, and suddenly said in a deep voice, "This disciple is willing to degenerate and has failed Master's teachings. Disciple... 忝As Ling Xiaofeng's first disciple, I also ask Master... to expel the disciple from the master's sect."

After finishing speaking, he put the sword horizontally in front of him, fell down, and kowtowed three times to Xu Chengjun.

Standing in front of him, Xu Chengjun looked at everything in front of him, his face was dark, and he flew into a rage, "Okay! If that's the case, then I will clean up Ling Xiaofeng's house today!"

After finishing speaking, he drew out the Ling Xiao Sword and slashed straight at the eldest disciple in front of him.

Song Yunyin closed his eyes with a determined expression.

Lin Qinghuan watched from the side, and couldn't help but take a step forward.

Silver light brushed across the forehead, rustling, and the brocade belt symbolizing identity and status was split in two from the middle, and broke in two.

Xu Chengjun looked down at the young man in front of him, his eyes were extremely strange, "From now on, love will be broken, if we meet again, either you will die or I will die."

"..." Song Yunyin clenched his fists, held his sword, and stood up from the ground without making a sound, his eyes indifferent.

He saluted Xu Chengjun, took a few steps back, and turned to leave.

When the person walked away, Lin Qinghuan came forward and bowed to Xu Chengjun.

"Master, the Demon Sword Yiyan didn't show up, could it be... not with Senior Brother Song?"

"Xu Chengjun" turned around, it was still the Lord of Lingxiao Peak, but an old man with white beard and hair.

"It's him." Zhai Tianyin stroked his beard, his eyes were vicissitudes, and he seemed to recall something, and sighed, "It's really a bad relationship."

Lin Qinghuan showed doubts on his face, and did not understand what the Great Elder said.

However, the Great Elder's speech has always been extremely profound, and he was used to it, so he didn't ask back, but stayed aside obediently with his head bowed.

……

It's raining.

The mountain road was muddy, and Song Yunyin's boots were already stained with dirt, but he didn't stop, just allowing himself to be exposed to the pouring rain, without the restraint of the belt, the Taoist uniform with blue border and white robe was only It can be draped loosely on his shoulders. At this moment, his clothes are half uncovered and his hair is disheveled.

I don't know if it's because of the wrong atmosphere, but Demon Sword, who has always been surly, also remained uncharacteristically silent at this time.

The man walked for an unknown amount of time as if he had lost his soul. He left the town and came to a wilderness. Finally, as if he lost his strength, he fell down in a field of reeds.

He was half-kneeling in the weeds as tall as a person, the rainwater flowing from the top of his head over his handsome but pale face, converging on his chin and strands of hair, forming bunches of waterlines, hidden in the shadows where the original color could no longer be seen. In the robe.

The surrounding area was vast and silent, except for the pouring rain.

The man moved his lips, but his deep voice was extremely dry at the moment.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"is it my fault……"

Leaning on the long sword in his hand, he dug his five fingers into the bright red tassels, and his knuckles turned white due to excessive force.

Faintly, the long sword seemed to sense the master's state of mind, and buzzed and vibrated again.

This time, it got worse and worse, and even Song Yunyin's entire arm trembled.

He raised his eyes, froze for a moment, and opened his mouth.

"Eating Flame..."

Suddenly, a flash of lightning appeared in the dark cloud.

The lightning came so fast, like a golden dragon, opened its bloody mouth, pierced through the clouds, and galloped towards the center of the wilderness, above Song Yunyin's head, it was so majestic, majestic, unstoppable, It makes people almost give up hope of resisting, and can only accept the judgment from heaven.

Song Yunyin raised his head, and his eyes reflected the complex and bright electric light of the approaching Tianlei like a branch.

However, the next moment, his hand was raised uncontrollably, and the long sword came out of its sheath and lay across the top of his head.

Boom!

Deafening thunder rang in his ears, and it took a long time for Song Yunyin to recover his hearing.

In front of him, a man in silver armor, with silver hair and silver eyes held a golden long sword wrapped in lightning, and looked behind him through him.

The red-eyed sword spirit gritted his teeth, wrapped Song Yunyin's left hand with his right hand, held his body, and helped him resist the fatal blow.

"Heaven! Qiong! Sword!"

The Yanyan Sword Spirit's voice seemed to be trembling, but it was unknown whether it was because of anger or exertion.