Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

"Huh..."

There seemed to be a slight electrical sound in his head, Xiao Jianyuan felt a stabbing pain in his head instantly, and staggered on his feet.

Behind him, Jianxiu in white followed him closely, his face expressionless, his eyes darkened.

What on earth did this kid see in Wugan Fu, with such a serious sequelae?

Xiao Jianyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and reluctantly followed his memory to run into a canyon, but his calf was cut by a sword energy.

The cold sword energy pierced into the flesh and blood, Xiao Jianyuan's legs and feet buckled in pain, and he almost fell to the ground.

It was this pause that compelled him to continue his run north.

"Huh..."

The electric current sounded again, Xiao Jianyuan's forehead twitched, and he closed his eyes forcefully.

The trees around him retreated in a hurry, and the eyes gradually opened up. Xiao Jianyuan was startled by the inexplicably familiar scene.

He didn't have time to wonder, the spiritual energy behind him suddenly surged, and the strong spiritual flow directly hit him against the tree trunk.

"cough……"

Xiao Jianyuan sat up with his back against the tree trunk.He took the sword out of his hand, and was about to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but he ignored the slippery texture in his hand, which made his chin completely stained with blood.

The white-clothed swordsman only had messy black hair, and his robe was barely torn. He still looked cool and cold, except for the thick blackness in his eyes that warned Xiao Jianyuan.

Fu Yaoye walked over at a leisurely pace, stepping on the fallen leaves.

"Senior Brother." He spoke slowly, his voice soft and soft, and if he ignored the sword in his hand, it would be no different from usual.

Xiao Jianyuan clutched the wound on his abdomen, and said angrily, "If you still recognize me, drop the sword in your hand."

Fu Yaoye didn't listen to him at all, walked over on his own, and knelt down in front of him: "Brother, don't you think this place is very familiar?"

Xiao Jianyuan took the time to feed himself the elixir, but ignored him.

"Heh..." Fu Yaoye covered his face and let out a low laugh, then suddenly swung Hai Jing and pointed to the left side of the two: "Brother, do you still remember it?"

Xiao Jianyuan turned his head to look, and his whole body was shocked!

In the ordinary grass, there is a lavender spirit grass mixed with it. Its roots are slender and thin, like an ordinary weed.

"...The Devil-eating Grass looks very ordinary, but its color is different, it is a strange purple..."

Xiao Jianyuan murmured: "Devil-devouring grass..."

"Brother actually recognizes it..."

Fu Yaoye stood up, and with a wave of his hand, chopped off the lavender spirit grass.

Watching his movements, Xiao Jianyuan felt a splitting headache.

"Huh..."

Fu Yaoye looked at him condescendingly, holding the sea mirror in one hand and the root of the devil-devouring grass in the other: "I almost don't remember what it looks like, because I only saw it once..."

He said, "You just planted it in my body."

"Whoo-"

The sound of electricity in his mind suddenly became clear, and Xiao Jianyuan heard the long-lost system voice:

"Xiao Jianyuan run! He is reborn!"

"Puff."

Hai Jing pierced into the flesh.

Xiao Jianyuan thought to himself, it's too late.

No wonder this passage is so familiar. Isn't this the plot in the original novel where Fu Yaoye was ordered by Sheng Lang and Sheng Lang drove him here?

Xiao Jianyuan even took the time to recall his previous route, which was exactly the same as in the original book.

It's just that in the original book, Sheng Lang didn't kill Fu Yaoye in order to plant the devil-devouring grass for him...

This plot is messed up, what else is there to do?

This was Xiao Jianyuan's only thought before he lost consciousness.

The wind blows through the crown of the tree, and the fallen leaves rustle softly as they fall to the ground.

Fu Yaoye seemed startled by the extremely slight sound, his shoulders trembled, and his eyes gradually became clear.

With a sound of "clang", he dropped the sea mirror in his hand and knelt down.

"Senior Brother...Senior Brother!"

Fu Yaoye stared blankly at the blood-soaked person in front of him, and tried to cover the wound on his chest with trembling hands, but he couldn't stop the blood from gushing out at all.

Fu Yaoye was at a loss, looked at the blood on his hands and whispered: "I made a mistake, brother, you didn't...you didn't want to harm me..."

He hugged the man on the ground, and after a while, tears flowed out.

He muttered to himself: "I didn't intend to kill you, I was wrong."

The body temperature in his arms gradually dropped, Fu Yaoye hugged him tightly, his mind was in chaos.

I didn't mean to kill you...

His white clothes were stained red by the blood of the person in his arms, but black mist swirled around him.

Why don't you fight back?

Fu Yaoye couldn't feel any pain on his body, but felt a heart-piercing pain.

"Brother, I was wrong, wake up..." He burst into tears, and whispered to Xiao Jianyuan's forehead softly, "I... I didn't want to take revenge on you, you hit me back, you hit me..."

When did he hit you?

Fu Yaoye thought vaguely, he always stops in front of you.

Just like in Nanyou City, the wound Cang Shuyue inflicted on him was also on his chest.

"I didn't intend to kill you..."

He didn't know how many times he repeated this sentence, but that couldn't stop his body from getting cold in his arms.

Brother can't die, can't... How can I save him...

Fu Yaoye's lax eyes gradually cleared up.

He saw the roots of the spirit grass that had been crushed to produce juice on the ground.

Devil Eater Grass.

Not far away, Zhuang Han covered his mouth with one hand, and the fingernails of the other hand sank deep into the bark.

Fu Yaoye, he is also a demon cultivator!

He also killed his senior brother...

He tremblingly looked at the black air on Fu Yaoye's body.

This is to let all the immortal sects know that the two disciples of the head of Qingheng Mountain...

He swallowed, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

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"Magic to God":

"...

Fu Yaoye knelt in front of the hall, receiving punishment.

Elder Dong took the whip and said, "The punishment of seven hundred whips is over." '

Elder Lu asked in a deep voice: "Fu Yaoye, can you admit that you are a demon cultivator?" '

He was about to lose consciousness, his forehead was full of cold sweat, but he still knelt straight: "...disciple, don't admit it. '

'Bastard! '

Elder Lu jumped up against the table and asked angrily: "Then how can you explain the devilish energy in your body?" '

Fu Yaoye raised his head with difficulty, his eyelashes blinked, and his vision gradually became clear...

... The young man with his back facing him was tall and straight, with a high jade crown and a clean and tidy robe, but he never looked back.

Fu Yaoye finally couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed to the ground.

Why don't you explain?

Is this what you want to see?

He muttered in his mouth: "The disciple does not recognize it." '

But Qinghengshan is no longer ready to recognize him.

......"