Sick cannon fodder develops a paranoid ancient god

The raging flames scorched half of the sky, and countless black smoke almost condensed into dark clouds. The sound of ghost horns seemed to be blowing from the underworld, and the disgusting smell of blood enveloped the whole person.

Chaoge did not expect that just after crossing over, he would take over such a lingering body.

Among the scorched wood, the man in white robe curled up in a pool of blood, his long hair scattered like splashed ink, his facial features were handsome, and the most special thing was a small red mole in the center of his eyebrow.

[The level III world has been successfully connected, and the host's memory is being input... Task difficulty rating: B level, task description: The traveler in another world has insight into cause and effect, seizes luck, and intends to become a fairy. The culprit, mission progress: 0%]

Chaoge turned his head to the side and vomited a mouthful of blood. If the pain of burns and disfigurement is level one, the pain now definitely exceeds level ten. It is entirely because the system forced the plot into his brain that he did not pass out completely.

This body is named Fang Chen, and it is the head of Jiange. It is said that it is the head. In fact, this sect has only one head and one disciple. It is not enough to put it in front of the hundreds of thousands of bases of the cultivation sect. Jiange has always lived in seclusion. , naturally not well-known in the comprehension world.

This is such a small and obscure sect, but it also suffered a catastrophe. The day before yesterday, Fang Chen rescued an injured cultivator, but he did not expect that this person had evil intentions, forcibly broke into the secret place of the Jiange, and took away the treasures of the town sect. The Heart Lamp, because the treasure was taken away, even caused the remnant soul of Ying Long who was guarding the secret ground to escape.

The heart lamp guarding the magic circle was connected to the head's heart veins. When the heart lamp was taken away, Fang Chen's heart veins were completely destroyed.

The sect was destroyed, and ordinary people living at the foot of the mountain could not escape death. The white-eyed wolf bit back, ruined the sect's thousand-year foundation, and implicated the lives of dozens of innocent people. Fang Chen lost his cultivation and died of exhaustion.

The heart of practicing swords is the most tenacious and stubborn, how could Fang Chen not hate him.

The biggest problem now is that Chaoge knows Fang Chen's swordsmanship, but he has no cultivation level. He is not even as good as an ordinary person. In this ruins, he can only wait for death.

The more anxious the situation became, the more Chaoge calmed down. Looking at the system tasks, the difficulty increased a lot this time. In the last world, everyone else was just a mortal body, except for Su Yingying whose abilities were more difficult. He was almost killed by Su Yingying.

But this time, there is no law and no equality in the world of cultivating immortals, and the law of the jungle is all about. What's more, Fang Chen is currently a waste with no cultivation base, let alone revenge, it is difficult to save his life now.

The man curled up into a ball, his white robe was stained long ago, and he remained motionless, as if he was a charred corpse that had been dead for a long time. Suddenly, a drop of raindrops fell on his face, and the water droplets slid down his face, like tears, washing away the dust and blood stains , revealing the jade-like skin underneath.

The rain was getting heavier, Chao Ge didn't have the strength to open his eyes, every breath wanted to use up all his strength, and boarded on the original owner's body, the system would slowly repair the injured body, ensuring that the host would not die immediately.

Amidst the sound of dense rain and the miserable sound of the wind, a black figure was looking around in the wilderness. Knowing that he touched the white corner of his clothes, he rushed to him in a hurry.

"Master..." The man in black knelt down, stretched out his trembling hands and hugged him into his arms.

Chao Ge only felt severe pain all over his body. He didn't know what happened. His chapped lips were pushed away by warm fingers, and the pill was bitter from his throat to his heart. After the bitterness passed, he felt some strength.

"Master...so...what the hell happened?" A gentle male voice rang in my ear.

Chao Ge was stunned for a moment, and then he recalled that this was Fang Chen's only apprentice and the next head of the Sword Pavilion, Zhang Xunnian.

"Xun...Xunnian, cough, cough, cough" Before he finished speaking, Chaoge realized that his throat was hoarse and sore, and he could hardly make a sentence, and vomited out a few mouthfuls of fishy-sweet blood.

Zhang Xunnian looked around, stretched out his hand slowly, and swayed in front of the master's eyes. Those jet-black eyes in the past would watch him practice sword with a smile, help him get into trouble, and seriously teach him how to cultivate, but now there is nothing. up.

The young man frowned in pain and buried his head in the man's neck.

Master... Master is gone.

The man seemed to be tired. He closed his eyes, and the rain washed away the stains on his face. His long, crow-colored hair further accentuated his pallor, revealing an ominous blue color.

When Chaoge was half asleep and half awake, many fragmentary memories were mixed into dreams. In the dense mist, Qin Ran was busy in the kitchen wearing a plaid apron, and the spicy aroma of hot pot seemed to be on the tip of his nose.

Looking at his tall and slender back, Chao Ge smiled and called out. The moment Qin Ran turned around, the scene suddenly changed.

The tall, middle-aged man wore rimless glasses and had a cold expression, repelling others thousands of miles away. Only when he saw his son did his frozen expression loosen a little.

Reluctantly took the ice cream bought by his son, behind him was the gorgeous castle in the fairy tale, colorful animal balloons, like a perfect dream.

That was his tenth birthday wish, to go to the amusement park with his busy father, that was the happiest birthday in Chaoge's memory.

Because from that day on, the strange disease in his body finally revealed its ferocious claws. There is no future, no happiness, only endless fear of death.

"Hmm..." There was a slight sound from inside the dark green bed curtain, Zhang Xunnian hastily put down the powder in his hand, and lifted the gauze lightly.

The wing-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and under the jade-colored eyelids, the round eyeballs were wrapped gently, and it took a long time to slowly open the eyelids.

Chao Ge felt that something was wrong, the light in the room was very dark, but everything seemed to be covered with a thick layer of veil, and only the outline could be seen vaguely, not clearly at all.

Zhang Xunnian held his breath and sank his fingertips into his palm, not knowing what to say.

"Alas..." Chao Ge knew that the difficulty of this world would be very high, but he didn't expect, "My eyes are broken."

"It will be cured." The young man's voice was muffled, as if he was competing with someone, half kneeling on the footrest, holding Chao Ge's cold left hand, "Master, I will cure you."

"Xun Nian, have those villagers been buried?" In Fang Chen's remaining consciousness, the most guilty thing is to implicate the villagers around Jiange in the tragic death.

Zhang Xunnian nodded, and then remembered that Master was gone, "There are 46 people in total. Xunnian was buried one by one under the old pagoda tree at the entrance of the village yesterday morning."

"Master, who seriously injured you!"

Zhang Xunnian was brought up by Fang Chen. Although the two are masters and apprentices, they love each other like father and son. When mentioning the murderer, the always gentle man also has a killing intent.

"This person claims to be a disciple of the Lingxiao Sect. He was injured by an evil spirit while walking outside, so he rushed to ask for help. Now that he thinks about it, he must have pretended to be someone else and sent the magic weapon, the Heart Lamp, to me."

These sect secrets have always been known only to the head of the Jiange Pavilion, and Fang Chen has only revealed the secrets of the sect to his apprentices, but it is not uncommon for most Xiuxian sects to store elixir, magic weapons and the like here.

"The matter of the heart lamp is only known to the heads of the past dynasties. The Jiange has been passed down from generation to generation, and its reputation in the world of cultivating immortals is not well known. The remnant soul of Yinglong guarded by Deng also fled out together, which may cause disaster."

Chaoge can learn from Fang Chen's memory that Jiange's sect was not established to teach immortality. The previous heads of Jiange are more like grave guards, guarding the remnant soul of Yinglong in the secret place.

Jiao turned into a dragon for a thousand years, a dragon became a horned dragon for 500 years, and a dragon for a thousand years. Now there are only legends of the dragon clan in the world of cultivating immortals. No one has ever seen a scale and a half armor. The divine soul of Yinglong, once this remnant soul appears in the world, how many bloody storms will be caused.

Alas, as expected, the fantasy world is really dangerous. When Chaoge was a child, he also fantasized about flying with a sword and becoming an immortal, but when he became an ordinary person in the world of cultivating immortals, the experience couldn't be better.

Thinking of this, Chaoge could not help but sigh.

Zhang Xunnian held his master's hand tightly, and said seriously, "Heal your body first, and then we will take revenge. The Jiange can definitely be rebuilt."

The young man's voice was gentle, and Chaoge couldn't help but see the appearance of the disciple in his memory. His facial features were handsome and he often had a smile on his face. It's quite bookish like a literati.

"If you hadn't come back from the experience in advance, I'm afraid my life would be in danger." Chao Ge struggled to sit up straight, and just moved, he coughed continuously.

Zhang Xunnian panicked, and wanted to get the pills on the table, but he didn't dare to let go for fear that Master would fall and touch him, so he slapped his head anxiously, only then remembered that there was medicine in the medicine pouch on his waist.

There is no trace of blemish on the snow-white cheeks, black hair and black eyes, thick but not cluttered, brow bones are stretched, imposing and showy, and she has a charming and charming appearance, but unfortunately her lips are colorless and her eyes are dull.

There is a red mole between the eyebrows, which is a bit strangely beautiful, but it is a sign that the cultivation base of a hundred years is gone.

"Master, it's all my fault that I came back too late." Zhang Xunnian was distressed and regretful, if he had set off for home earlier, perhaps Master would not have been hurt by the thieves.

Chaoge swallowed a few bitter pills, and finally cleared his chest. He reached out and patted the back of his disciple's hand.

"It's all thieves who harm people. If you want to blame it, you have to blame the vicious heart. It can't be blamed on you. I am very happy that you can complete the experience ahead of time. Now that my cultivation base is exhausted, I can no longer use swordsmanship. From now on From now on, the master sword will be passed on to you."

"Master..." Zhang Xunnian didn't want to accept it. Historically, only when the previous head of the Jiange died, the successor could use the head's saber to "break the army".

The man frowned slightly, "Xun Nian, if you don't take the sword and someone kills me, who will protect my life?"

"The disciple will never leave the master for half a step, and will not let others hurt the master." Zhang Xunnian's eyes were full of tears, his eyes were like morning stars, and he looked deeply at the man in front of him as if thrown into soft waves.

Chaoge stretched out his hand tentatively, and stroked his disciple's head habitually, "Be good, be obedient, Master's eyes are also broken, and I won't be able to see you from now on."

Zhang Xunnian sat on the footrest, put his head lightly on the master's lap, and said comfortingly, "I heard on the way that there are spiritual herbs in the southwest. When your health is better, master, we will go out to find the medicine, and it will definitely be cured. .”

The long hair under his palm is soft and smooth, just like Zhang Xunnian's character, modest and gentle. Fang Chen doesn't have any close friends. The apprentice is the only person Chaoge can trust now.

Between master and apprentice, there is a deep affection, quietly enjoying the peace and tranquility of the present, but Chaoge feels a sharp pain in his heart and can hardly breathe.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Chaoge looked up into the distance blankly, "The heart lamp...the heart lamp seems to be approaching."