Infatuation buff transferred [Quick Transmigration]

The night is dark, and the full moon hangs high above it.

The moonlight shone on the shattered ice cones, and the crystal clear ice slags reflected Duan Fangxiao's cold expression, falling off piece by piece.

Before the ice pick had completely fallen and dissipated, a beam of sword light and a piece of yellow talisman followed closely from the other direction.

The talisman paper full of bright red spells turned into a jet of black lightning wrapped around the body of the Spirit Sword, dragging a black streamer, avoiding Duan Fangxiao, and stabbing obliquely at the Zifu between the eyebrows of the person beside him.

Duan Fangxiao saw that there was a few traces of demonic energy on his face instantly, and his expression was extremely cold.

What is engraved on the talisman paper is a spell that belongs exclusively to the demon cultivator. After being cursed, the demonic energy can eat away at the mind and cannot be driven away. In the end, it can only be reduced to a murderous and bloodthirsty monster.

Lu Peichen happened to catch a glimpse of the black air flashing between the strange and beautiful eyebrows, he frowned slightly, and his eyes sank.

He turned his gaze to the side, and in his pupils was reflected the point of the Senhan sword that pierced straight to the center of his brow.

The spell was insidious, but the caster was a little behind. The sword in Lu Peichen's hand had just been unsheathed. The spirit sword that knocked down the ice cone seemed to be enlightened. The blade drew an arc in the air and turned quickly.

Lu Peichen paused.

The two long swords were facing each other for no more than a moment, and the spiritual power of the opposite long sword was obviously weakened. Duan Fangxiao held a tactic with the hand hanging by his side, and the spirit sword, which was already in the upper hand, completely destroyed the long sword.

When it came to the little apprentice, Duan Fangxiao just wanted to make a quick decision. With a cold face, he vigorously shook the spirit sword into the forest.

The thrown spirit sword did not return, the sword lingered on the terrifying pressure of the high-ranking cultivator, and without a single pause, it shot straight towards the hiding place of the cultivator who had summoned the ice pick just now.

But for a moment, the slight sound of sharp blades piercing into the flesh was amplified countless times in the silent forest at night, and the bloody smell gradually permeated and became more intense.

Duan Fangxiao put away the condensed look on her face, her phoenix eyes softened, and she turned to Lu Peichen and said warmly: "Friend Lu, go to rest first, and Duan will arrive later."

Lu Peichen glanced at the place where the bloody smell was coming out, and wanted to go to check it out, but he stopped and looked up at Duan Fangxiao.

The young man was tall and tall, his face was different but his expression was quite familiar, his voice was no longer concealed, and it was no different from the familiar tone in his memory.

Lu Peichen raised his eyebrows slightly, put the summoned long sword into the jade ring, and nodded slightly at the young man: "Then I will trouble Fellow Daoist Duan."

Yu Bi glanced at him again, then turned and left.

Duan Fangxiao stood in place and watched Lu Peichen walk a short distance away.

Not far away, the spirit sword in the forest made a slight buzzing sound, sprang out from the depths of the darkness with a bloody complexion, and obediently floated in the air beside Duan Fangxiao's right hand.

Holding the blood-colored long sword in her white as jade hand, Duan Fangxiao walked slowly over.

He didn't notice that someone had quietly put on a magic weapon to conceal his figure and attached it behind his head.

The sword body of the spirit sword was soaked in blood, and the dark red blood dripped down the sword body, drop by drop, vying to be the first to drip from the tip of the sword to the grass.

Duan Fangxiao took a few steps unhurriedly, but in an instant he was in front of several Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators who had fallen to the ground.

When they saw the sword, they all covered their wounds that were bleeding continuously, with frightened expressions on their faces.

There was a person on the ground who had died. Duan Fangxiao stepped over him, held a sword and stood condescendingly in front of the highest-level demon cultivator, and asked coldly, "Who is the chief envoy?"

Moxiu's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak.

Duan Fangxiao raised his wrist, and the tip of the sword was pressed against his dantian, with a cold expression: "Speak."

In the blink of an eye, it seemed like after several sticks of incense, Duan Fangxiao lost patience when seeing someone's mouth open and close, the long sword pierced and paused, and then drew it out very quickly.

There was a lot of fresh blood on the sword, Duan Fangxiao flicked the blood off the sword without blinking.

A small half of it was thrown on the face of the monk next to him, and his breathing suddenly became short of breath.

Duan Fangxiao changed the question again, he hesitated for a while, but didn't finish a word.

He frowned, he didn't want to waste time on these few demon cultivators who had killed countless people, he always thought of the little apprentice not far away, he couldn't ask anything, so he simply ended it with a sword.

As soon as the long sword was pulled out, Moxiu, whose face was covered with blood, jumped up and shouted hissingly: "You let me go, I say, I say."

Duan Fangxiao lowered her phoenix eyes slightly, looked down at him, with her long sword hanging by her side, said coldly: "Say."

"We don't know who it is. When he came to trade, he was wearing black clothes and covered his face. We only know that it was a man who looked very thin. He offered [-] spirit stones in exchange for the fat worm powder on his body."

"Fat worms?" Fat worms are not common, even rare. They can be ground into powder and sprinkled on people to attract special magical beasts. If you have another cochineal in your hand, you can also use it to find people with powder people.

The demon climbed to the corpse of the one with the highest cultivation, and took out a fat red caterpillar from the storage ring that had become ownerless, and showed it to Duan Fangxiao: "If the fairy doesn't believe it, You can check it out."

Duan Fangxiao picked up the bug, looked at it for a moment, and nodded slightly.

Moxiu was overjoyed, but the next moment he was pierced by a sword, and his eyes were wide open, obviously very surprised.

In the forest, only the indistinct sound of insects and birdsong was left in the distance, and the only person standing was extremely cold.

"Death?" Duan Fangxiao twitched his lips.

The aura of righteousness in his body disappeared in an instant, Duan Fangxiao's whole body was raging with evil aura, a dark red magic pattern appeared on the center of his brows, and the originally clear eyebrows and eyes suddenly became coquettish and gorgeous.

The white Nascent Soul in the dantian also began to slowly rise up with pitch-black devilish energy, and Duan Fangxiao's phoenix eyes were full of hostility.

He closed his eyes, put his mind into the red fat worm in his hand, and used his spiritual power to pursue it.

Standing behind the tree, Lu Peichen could clearly see the magic pattern on the center of Duan Fangxiao's eyebrows. He was stunned for a moment, and his brows were tightly frowned. Why did Master become possessed by demons?

After watching for a while, Lu Peichen turned and left.

half an hour.

The young man's pure white Taoist robe was embroidered with gold thread, and the breeze blew gently, and the blood on the grass blades and the blood left from the corners of his lips polluted the Taoist robe and slowly smeared.

The injury has not healed, the inner demon invaded the body, and used spiritual power to trace the monk, the dantian in Duan Fangxiao's body, the sea of ​​consciousness has long been in chaos.

Duan Fangxiao opened her eyes and wiped away the blood on the corner of her lips expressionlessly.

That beautiful and cold face was full of murderous intent.

"Yu Xinran."

Lu Peichen tidied up the bedding on the bed, and saw that the young man in white robe seemed to have the same expression, and walked out of the forest slowly.

"Brother Duan finished handling the matter?" He put down the things in his hand.

Duan Fangxiao was silent for a few moments, then turned his eyes to the white jade bed restrainedly, and said, "I haven't finished dealing with it yet, so I'll say goodbye."

Lu Peichen had expected it a long time ago. He nodded and said calmly, "Then we will see you later."

Duan Fangxiao waited for a while, what he wanted to say came back and forth in his heart, his lips opened and closed, and finally he couldn't help asking: "Is it just this sentence?"

He clearly knew that Lu Peichen had guessed that he was his master, and he obviously exposed it on his own initiative, and he had already decided to be a good master who couldn't pass the line...

But he can't help but want to take a step forward with this false identity that only leaves a thin film, which can be broken at a poke, hoping for more.

Duan Fangxiao lowered her eyes, covering up the reluctance in her eyes.

Lu Peichen looked at him, his mind was full of his demon-ridden appearance in the forest just now, his brows frowned almost indiscernibly.

There was no warning about Master's infatuation this time. When he first entered the secret realm, everything was normal, but now his Dao heart is almost collapsed, and his cultivation base and sea of ​​consciousness are in jeopardy. There must be something he doesn't know.

He needs to figure it out, so that he can help the master get rid of the demons before leaving the sect.

Lu Peichen's fingertips moved slightly, and tiny fluorescent lights flickered for a moment.

Duan Fangxiao was stunned when a pair of slender and powerful hands broke into the lowered eyelids.

Lu Peichen took off the Pisces jade pendant worn around his waist, and was tying it to the youth's pure white belt embroidered with gold thread.

He knotted his fingers slowly, and after tying it, he bent his eyes slightly and said: "Then I wish Brother Duan a safe journey, and the important matter will be resolved as soon as possible. Brother Duan will return this piece of jade when we meet next time. "

Duan Fangxiao looked at the jade pendant on her waist, her eyes darkened.

This piece of jade was obtained by Tangmei Village back then, and it can cover up the evil energy. Is it a coincidence that Xiaochen gave it to him?

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