Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

After closing the file, Qu Yang didn't stop, and directly entered the second world. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, there was a huge thrust in front of him, and his body fell backwards unconsciously.

The roar of the beast shook the sky, accompanied by the exclamation of a young man.

Before his eyesight had fully recovered, Qu Yang followed his breath and reached out to grab one's sleeve tightly, then pulled it back.

"Xue Lingyu! What are you doing?!"

The two fell from the flying sword together, the wind was blowing, the sleeves of their robes were flying, and the young man was terrified.

He originally wanted to push Xue Lingyu down to ward off the disaster, but he didn't expect this soft bun to jump over the wall in a hurry, and dragged him into the water even if he was desperate.

Qu Yang ignored him, the figures of the two were like arrows flying from the string, speeding down from the air.

There was another ferocious howl, and a huge silver-white animal shadow flashed forward, opening its fangs glowing with cold luster, and the foul wind swept straight towards the two of them.

The monster has a pair of golden vertical pupils, and a tall silver body with a tail swishing. It is a silver flood dragon, and its cultivation is in the early Yuanying stage. It is not something that the two monks who have not even reached the golden core stage can resist. of.

The huge dragon's head stabbed suddenly, and the fishy smell became more obvious.

The young man in his hand was trembling with fear, but his eyes were instantly fierce, and a palm that contained most of the spiritual power suddenly came to him.

Qu Yang glanced at the young man with a half-smile, he had read the information before, and already knew that this was the original owner's hair.

Greedy for money and afraid of death, those who resell teammates in times of crisis tend to be small.

If the time of entering the world had been later, Qu Yang might already be queuing up for the reincarnation of the original owner.

"Brother Cui, what are you pushing me for?" Qu Yang lightly caught the menacing move, and asked with a gentle smile.

When the words fell to the ground, Qu Yang didn't wait for Cui Jinghao's answer, he held his collar behind his back and stuffed him into Jiaolong's mouth, leaving only half of his head outside.

Cui Jinghao was so frightened that he was out of his wits, he rolled his eyes to reveal the whites of his eyes, but at this moment he was brought out again by Qu Yang.

Jiaolong's saliva and cold sweat permeated Cui Jinghao's back, and the place where his fangs swept was covered with blood. Watching the handsome male cultivator's calf tremble, he fell to the ground with a "bang" from the air.

With a flick of Qu Yang's fingertips, the power that could destroy the world gathered in it. He wanted to come over to eat, but the ferocious dragon turned around and ran away. When its tail disappeared into the forest, it howled in a human voice: " It's a small one with eyes but no pearls, but a big one can spare his life!"

After the turmoil subsided, Qu Yangfei came to a solid stop next to Cui Jinghao.

At this time, a flying sword rushed towards him quickly, and the unsmiling male cultivator stepped down from above, frowning at Cui Jinghao, who was in a semi-comatose state.

"He was caught up by that flood dragon?"

Qu Yang knelt down to help Cui Jinghao up, and felt that the skin under his hands stiffened, he curled his lips calmly.

Sealing Cui Jinghao's dantian, Qu Yang supported the "comatose patient" to get up, nodded in pain, and blamed himself: "Oh, it's my fault, brother Cui was caught by that dragon..."

He seemed unable to bear to continue talking, took a deep breath, and continued after Chen Miao's questioning: "I was bitten by the poisonous fangs of the dragon, and the poison invaded the dantian. I am afraid that I am too weak to recover."

Cui Jinghao couldn't pretend anymore, he hummed weakly twice, slowly opened his eyelids, his pale lips squirmed.

"Wake up! Wake up! Senior Brother Chen, look quickly, Brother Cui is awake!"

Chen Miao put his hand on Cui Jinghao's wrist, and felt a ray of spiritual power. The other party's dantian was empty, without a trace of spiritual energy stored, and concern could not help showing on his stern face: "Junior Cui, how do you feel about the dantian? gone?"

Cui Jinghao couldn't hold it anymore, his chest heaved with anger, pointed at Qu Yang and said bitterly: "Senior brother, don't listen to his nonsense, Xue Lingyu, a despicable person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, is the one who pushed me there In the mouth of the monster!"

Chen Miao paused as she withdrew her hand, her fierce gaze slowly scanning back and forth between the two.

Obviously, this passage was full of flaws, Chen Miao didn't believe it all, but she didn't have much trust in Qu Yang either.

"How can brother Cui slander people for nothing?" Qu Yang pretended to be surprised, when he looked down at Cui Jinghao who was a little shorter, his eyes were full of malicious jokes.

"If I push you into the mouth of that flood dragon, with its Nascent Soul stage cultivation, forgive me, I'm afraid Brother Cui, you have become its belly food now, how can you escape?"

"It's clearly Brother Cui, you were caught up by the dragon, and you were bitten by it on the back, and you were poisoned by it." Qu Yang tore open Cui Jinghao's back, and in the wound that was deeply bitten by the fangs, black The blood flowed more and more, he sighed.

"I turned around and grabbed you, and threw the spiritual fruit just now into the distance. The flood dragon was anxious to recover the treasure and didn't pursue it any further. I took Brother Cui and you continued to move forward, but one of you didn't pay attention, so you jumped from Feijian Falling up and down, you still wronged me like this.”

Cui Jinghao touched the storage bag, and felt that the rare spiritual fruit inside had really disappeared. His brain buzzed, and he was completely stunned. When he turned his head, Chen Miao's expression was unpredictable, and his eyes were very complicated.

Qu Yang looked disappointed when he encountered the dangers in the world, handed Cui Jinghao to Chen Miao to support, picked up the long sword and stepped up alone.

"Since brother Cui doesn't want to see me like this, I won't worry about myself here, so I'll go back first."

Chen Miao stared intently at Cui Jinghao, but without saying anything, silently summoned Feijian and carried him back.

The three of them had received a reward from the Deacon's Hall for this trip. They wanted to go to the vicinity of Taohua Town to eliminate the remnants of the absconding demon cultivators, and they usually lived in a short-term rented courtyard.

After Qu Yang went in, he closed the door tightly and put the latch on. 0641 on his shoulder said in a low mood: "Sorry host, the timing of this teleportation is too bad."

Qu Yang smiled: "Just right, saving a lot of unnecessary time."

0641 rubbed his palm obediently, Qu Yang touched the little light ball, and went through the plot again in his mind.

The original owner of this body was named Xue Lingyu, and his junior sister Lu Liuhan were the only closed disciples under the Xuanyi Sword Master. Like many heaven's favored children, they had outstanding talents and boundless scenery, and they naturally had secret feelings for each other.

Not to mention that the grandfather of the original owner was still the Great Elder of Jian Chaozong, who had always loved and favored him very much.

In the first 25 years, the original owner was so smooth that everyone envied him.

It's just that everything went smoothly later on with the new junior brother, the newly promoted genius in the cultivation world who holds Long Aotian's script in his hand.

When the original owner was 22 years old, Sword Master Xuan Yi suddenly declared to the outside world that he had accepted Chu Xiao as his junior disciple, and that he would not accept any more disciples after that.

There was an uproar in the sect.

Young people are so hot-blooded and conceited, many disciples sneered at Chu Xiao openly and secretly, disdainful but envious and jealous, even the original owner didn't know what the master thought of the old man.

At this time, Chu Xiao was only a monk in the Qi training stage, with mixed spiritual roots, any disciple randomly picked out from the inner sect could crush him, and only a handsome face stood out from his whole body.

No matter how you look at it, it is not the material for practice.

And this temporary Longshui Shoal, for the son of luck, may be just to feel more elated after the counterattack.

Chu Xiao's unusual evil aura is manifested in the drastic change in his temperament, his cultivation has improved rapidly, and he possesses all kinds of supernatural powers. Those who catch his eyes become more pleasing to his eyes, and those who don't like him fall into the quagmire more and more. deeper.

Long Aotian's pure blood is vividly reflected in him.

However, in two years, Chu Aotian's cultivation level has reached the sky, ushering in the highlight moment of life, and he is only one step away from forming an alchemy.

Sword Master Xuan Yi is proud of it, the original owner and other former geniuses are all overshadowed by him, and most of the female disciples in the sect also cast their eyes on him - including Lu Liuhan.

Although the original owner was sad and unwilling, he gradually understood and let go.

Human nature is strong, and it seems reasonable to like a more outstanding person.

But Chu Xiao is not a good man.

The original owner got this knowledge and paid the price in blood.

In order to get the Qin family's treasure handed down from generation to generation, the Kuntian Bracelet, Chu Xiao relied on all kinds of strange magic weapons and formulas. He was brave enough to infiltrate the Qin family alone, and broke into the interior, pretending to be a servant.

As a result, the Kuntian bracelet was really stolen by him.

Coincidentally, the original owner's grandfather, Xue Changzhou, was visiting the Qin family at the moment. He didn't want to meddle in these nosy matters, but he couldn't bear the Qin family's begging for a while, and finally nodded and agreed to catch the thief.

The Nascent Soul is capable of reaching the sky, Chu Xiao fled in a hurry, and the traces left along the way were too late to erase, but in just a cup of tea, he was stolen by Xue Changzhou.

What follows is a memory transmitted by Xue Changzhou's remnants when the original owner went to collect the corpse.

Chu Xiao's golden finger system is added to the body, but there is a hidden danger in the sea of ​​consciousness. The half-step god's magic cultivator's spiritual consciousness is hidden inside, waiting for an opportunity to seize it.

"Master Demon God!" Chu Xiao was bound tightly by the immortal lock, and suddenly yelled, "Before I die, I will ignite my dantian and explode myself, and then you will die!"

"You might as well take him away! Otherwise, no matter how high your cultivation base is, what can you do? Why don't you die with me, an ant!"

Xue Changzhou was in shock and was about to scold angrily when a group of black shadows flew towards the sea of ​​consciousness. There was a sharp tingling sensation from his head and soul, and he couldn't help tearing his eyes, holding his head and howling.

"Ignorant junior, how dare you collude with Moxiu!"

The Xianxian lock was loosened, and Chu Xiao easily broke free. Hearing this, he smiled fiercely, and rushed forward with his sword: "I'm not dead! If you tell me you're here, no one will know?"

Taking advantage of Moxiu's fight with Xue Changzhou for control of his body, Chu Xiao pierced through with his sword.

Blood spattered, his head was pierced through, the look in Xue Changzhou's eyes gradually disappeared, and he fell silently muttering something.

The sea of ​​consciousness collapsed, and the primordial spirit and demon cultivators were destroyed together.

"Xue Changzhou, the great elder of Jianchaozong, practiced evil ways, and now he has been obliterated!"

The head full of demonic energy became iron-like evidence, and rumors flew all over the cultivation world like wings. The old man, who was upright and straight all his life, was nailed to the pillar of shame after his death, and his spine was poked and scolded.

The original owner wanted to explain, but no one wanted to believe it. Even with him, his status in the sect plummeted. Sword Master Xuan Yi terminated his master-student relationship with him, and Lu Liuhan broke up with him with disappointment in his eyes.

The original owner hated Chu Xiao. Xue Changzhou was his only relative. He lived a bright and upright life, but died tragically because of Chu Xiao's selfishness.

But Chu Xiao lost his waywardness, but let him take advantage of all the benefits. The dirty water and infamy were all passed on to others, but he himself lived a chic and reckless life.

The monstrous resentment was pent up in his chest, and the original owner was finally haunted by demons. Even if he used ten times and a hundred times his efforts to cultivate, he gradually became mediocre.

In the Zongmen Grand Competition, the original owner was unexpectedly defeated by Chu Xiao's light sword. He climbed up unwillingly, but repeatedly humiliated himself.

It was as if he was clenching his teeth, and all his unshakable efforts were all to leave a humiliating figure kneeling and crawling in front of Chu Xiao on that side of the battle stage, which was extremely ridiculous.

From then on, the original owner stayed behind closed doors until two days ago, when Cui Jinghao and Chen Miao invited him to accept the task of offering rewards to punish evil and eradicate harm.

The original owner thought about it and agreed.

But what he never expected was that Cui Jinghao pushed him into the mouth of the guardian monster for a rare spiritual candle fruit that could help monks form alchemy in one fell swoop.

In the original plot, Xue Lingyu died tragically in the belly of Yinjiao just now.

A pot of depression like boiling water was brewing in his chest, and the inner demon jumped out and began to bewitch him loudly.

Qu Yang ignored all of it, and asked with a soft smile, "What wish do you want me to help you achieve?"

After a long while, a hoarse male voice came: "I don't want to be disturbed by demons anymore, to avenge my grandfather! Let that bastard, Chu Xiao, be haunted by demons, and die in the end!"

Qu Yang smiled and nodded: "Okay."

In the dead of night, heavy clouds covered the sky, and it began to drizzle in Taohua Town.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and in the darkness, someone held an oil-paper umbrella, pushed open the gate of the courtyard, stepped out with boots, and walked slowly to the adjacent courtyard at a leisurely pace.

The umbrella continued to fall along the dripping raindrops, tick-tock, he stretched out his pale and slender hand with well-defined bones, passed through the rain curtain, bent slightly at the knuckles, and knocked on the door lightly.

Circling the spiritual energy, the sound of "dongdong" knocking on the door was transmitted into the room, Qu Yang licked his lower lip and showed an inexplicable smile.

Like a ghost who came to claim his life at night.