After the cannon fodder was reborn, he got the devil

Scraps of paper were floating in the sea water, and the broken words were washed away by the sea water, gradually blurring into ink blobs, the ink was so dark that even the handwriting in it could not be seen clearly.

Song Minglong was shattered into countless black ink, and the core was hidden behind the ink mass in "Defying the Heavens".

He stared down, and heard the Demon Venerable passing through the black ink, ignoring the truth and falsehood, confiding in his heart: "I like you."

Song Minglong was stunned.

He thought for a long time, no one had ever given him such warm love.

He suddenly felt endless envy.

How wonderful, even if you will die, you have not been deceived by hypocrisy for a lifetime.

Ying Baiye held Xie Yun, avoiding the water droplets to form a thin water film around the two of them, the handwriting escaping from the two of them flowed through Ying Baiye's line of sight, Ying Baiye lowered his eyes, and rested his chin on Xie Yun's shoulder.

He was trembling all over, his arms passed through Xie Yun's waist, and he hugged her tightly in his arms. He heard his own voice trembling: "Xie Huaiyu——"

Ying Baiye's rapid heartbeat reached Xie Yun's ear.

Xie Yun's chaotic mind suddenly cleared up, he bit the tip of his tongue, the pain made him more sober, it was the first time he faced a person's worries so bluntly.

That intense, undisguised emotion made Xie Yun sober even more than the pain.

I like you.

Xie Yun was stunned for a while, then suddenly covered her eyes with one hand: "What did you just say?"

Ying Baiye repeated word by word: "Xie Huaiyu, I like you in this world."

Xie Yun was tired but satisfied: "I don't care what they think of me, the love and hate that all sentient beings give me is nothing worth mentioning."

Xie Yun was held in Ying Baiye's arms, a line of comments about Ying Baiye flashed in front of him, he quietly raised his hand to break up the comment: "But I think, you are not one of the sentient beings to me."

Ying Baiye felt his heartbeat gradually stabilized, and after the intense mood passed, a sense of exhaustion and fatigue surged up, and only then did he realize that the loss of those ink stains had taken away most of his spiritual power.

Ying Baiye hid his exhausted expression: "That's really an honor."

Xie Yun really didn't have much strength, so he simply sat on the sand, closed his eyes and smiled: "Why are you rushing here?"

Xie Yun thought he had exhausted his spiritual power when dealing with the shark monster, but at this moment, as the ink blots overflowed, his meridians continued to convulse, squeezing out the last trace of spiritual power.

Xie Yun's body

The injury couldn't heal on its own, and he didn't bother to take the elixir. Anyway, according to this divergent trend, he would turn into a paralyzed black ink sooner or later.

Ying Baiye relaxed all over and fell on Xie Yun's body. After the spiritual power was running at a high speed, the pain of Wan Jian piercing his heart was transmitted to his limbs and bones. He raised his head and panted softly: "I'm afraid you will be lonely, so I come to die with you."

Xie Yun opened his eyes, and the words "Ying Baiye" floated past his eyes. Xie Yun stretched out his hand to catch them, and the three words melted into a ball of ink in his palm.

Xie Yun wiped the ball of ink on Ying Baiye's clothes: "Well... I'm not afraid of death, but I'm a little afraid of loneliness. But the master is probably going to die of anger, and he took in two apprentices who didn't show up. It's a pity that I didn't prepare a mausoleum. Otherwise, it would be domineering to put it here."

Ying Baiye: "...you still have to stand in someone else's cemetery after you die, how wicked."

Xie Yun ignored him: "At that time, I should have brought two coffins out of Master's tomb. Not only did I sleep in his coffin, I took the first place in his coffin, and I also wanted to carve words on the tombstone, just write—the tomb of the sword fairy who died young. "

Ying Baiye: "Then what should I write? The number one Demon Lord who was stillborn?"

Xie Yun's chest trembled slightly, and he smiled and said, "Shameless."

Xie Yun was strangely peaceful in his heart.

In the reincarnation of life and death, monks compete with the heaven and earth for their lives. Unless the Mahayana ascends, they will die in the heaven and earth.

Xie Yun: "In my life, I don't seek longevity, but the way of swordsmanship and love and hate. To this day, my merits and virtues are considered complete."

Xie Yun raised his head, and the scraps of paper from "Defying the Heavens and Changing Fate" floated above his head, and the ink blobs formed by its handwriting twisted and rotated, constantly absorbing the ink splatters from Xie Yun and Ying Baiye's bodies.

This is the true original work of "Defying the Heavens and Changing Fate", and what they found from the master was only a reprinted version circulated.

Even though the person is fake, he is real, and the love he gets at this moment is also true.

Ying Baiye tilted his head slightly.

For him, death is very imminent, swallowing the sun and the moon is like a sword hanging around his neck, which may fall at any time, so he will not complain any day he can go.

It's just a little pity.

Ying Baiye: "When you use the sword, you really look like a fairy."

Xie Yun agreed very much: "That's natural, they don't love me, it's really that they missed the pearl and enshrined Xie Yufei's fish eye like a treasure."

Ying Baiye couldn't help laughing, he looked at the black water in the sea: "By the way, when I came in, who was that monk?"

谢韫

The more he talked, the more energetic he became: "It's the same as Xie Yufei. Maybe it's the protagonist in a different storybook. These monsters in Yunzunze are actually wish power, but they are mixed in sea water, and they look like monks born after death. Ghost."

Ying Baiye: "He came to kill you?"

Xie Yun: "That's right, he has been hiding in the monster made of wish power. Do you think he was... ordered by the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Curses?"

Without waiting for Ying Baiye to answer, he overturned this idea again: "No, if tearing up the original book can kill us, why not just tear up the original book? Instead, send someone to assassinate? Unless..."

Ying Baiye's expression gradually became serious, and he continued: "Unless we tear up the original book, we can't be killed completely, it can only be seriously injured, so we have to send a special subordinate to finish it off."

Xie Yun looked down at herself: "Although the spiritual power is lost, the limbs are still alive, and there is still a human figure."

He supported Ying Baiye's shoulders and stood up. As time went by, the black ink escaping from his body gradually decreased, and so did Ying Baiye.

Ying Baiye had one hand on his lap, and it was rare that he didn't want to move.

Xie Yun felt that he was in a different state, so he lowered his head and took a closer look—there were still golden sun and moon patterns on the back of Ying Baiye's shoulders and neck, and the half-height collar couldn't cover the scar on the back of Ying Baiye's neck.

He reached out and wiped the back of Ying Baiye's neck lightly, his fingers were immediately stained with bright red blood: "Are you injured?!"

He thought that Ying Baiye's journey was relatively smooth, after all, he didn't encounter any difficult things when he came down.

Ying Baiye grumbled: "When I came here, I met a snake demon. It had already cultivated two front claws. It was about to turn into a flood dragon. I fought for a long time. I think that person deliberately pushed me into the territory of the snake demon. , I hope to find a bargain after killing you."

He fumbled in his sleeve and took out a round alchemy: "Do you like this?"

Xie Yun stretched out her hand in front of Ying Baiye: "The wound is so deep, the blood hasn't stopped..."

Ying Baiye clasped Xie Yun's hand, lowered his head to his finger, and sniffed lightly. The sweet smell of blood filled his sense of smell: "Blood?"

"Nonsense, of course I know it's..."

Xie Yun twirled her fingertips, and suddenly paused: "Blood!"

Xie Yun said: "I remember that when Xie Yufei was injured before, blood flowed from the wound. Or it looked like blood. After all, no one cares whether the blood smells like blood when fighting martial arts. As long as it is red, it will not attract attention."

Ying Baiye quickly said: "But Xie Yufei was seriously injured that day and was on the verge of death, unable to maintain the illusion, and completely dispersed into a fusion of wish power. You and I have been on the verge of death many times, and today the original book is torn up, which is definitely a serious injury for us, but... "

Xie Yun cut open his fingertips, and dark red blood beads oozed out of the skin, it really was blood.

Xie Yun was stunned for a while, and said for the first time: "Then it seems that we are very different from Xie Yufei and his ilk, and we should not die so far."

He even prepared to write on the tombstone.

The two people who had discussed their own death methods for a while fell silent.

Ying Baiye felt a little awkward for the first time, he stood up and changed the subject: "If I had known it earlier, I would have held on to the thing first, and then I would have to ask about it. But I shouldn't die, probably because I was shrunk in these vows."

When he came, he was too murderous, and he directly shattered that person's form.

Ying Baiye stroked his neck with one hand, and the remaining spiritual power in his body circulated to the wound, and the opened flesh gradually healed.

Xie Yun was also embarrassed, and looked up and looked around.

The shark monster is dead, and there are still many black water streams entrenched around it, because these water streams have no difference except for their thickness and length, and the two cannot see the difference.

They are now two injured, and there is really no way to deal with these wishes immediately.

Xie Yun's eyebrows and eyes were filled with a layer of chill. Young master Xie had never made such a joke since he was born: "When I free up my hands, I will wring this piece with my own hands."

When the two were talking, a piece of black ink suddenly fell off from the top of their heads.

Xie Yun drew his sword quickly.

Ying Baiye said coldly: "Come out!"

The black ink the size of a fist wriggled for a moment in the sea water, and gathered into a human shape the size of a palm.

The shrunken Song Minglong said in a hoarse voice: "Your Excellency, don't do anything! I have something to say."

He is a little older, but his eyes are very bright: "I am willing to swear an oath to prove that every word I say next is true. If a word is false, I will be hit by thunder, burn my body, die without a place to die, and my soul will be shattered on the spot!"

The cultivation objects in the realm of comprehension are all bound by the way of heaven. If their words and deeds go against each other after taking the oath, they will be bound by the way of heaven immediately, and the consequences in the oath will be fulfilled.

Song Minglong: "I am a subordinate of Demon Venerable Ten Thousand Curses, and you are from the book "Change Fate against the Sky" written by Demon Venerable Ten Thousand Curses..."

Xie Yun and the two didn't interrupt him, listening to Song Minglong briefly recounting the contents of the chat book, it was indeed the same as what they knew.

Ying Baiye raised his eyebrows: "So you're like this, surrender if you can't beat it? Do you want me to let you go?"

When Huaiyu said that he wanted to wring this piece clean, the man showed up to show his loyalty.

There are too many monks who don't hesitate to be famous in order to survive, especially the demon cultivators.

"No," Song Minglong said, "I want to say that the two characters are completely different from the characters I've seen. Listen to me."

"The Ten Thousand Curses City where the Ten Thousand Curses Demon Lord lives raises hundreds of millions of mortals. Before he wrote a script, he threw himself into the city of mortals and collected the power of the mortals' wishes to create characters one by one. I came from another The story book "Swallowing the Fox Demon", because it took shape earlier, it was taken by the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Curses and took care of other formed characters for him."

"Things like us have only two weaknesses. For characters with less willpower, as long as they deviate from the set plot in the book, they will immediately change back to willpower. For characters with strong willpower, the weakness is the body. That is to create their script.”

"If the story book is burned, the characters will return to chaos and redistribute their wish power. But the two don't have it. I don't know who the two are, but I know that the two will definitely be able to do things that I can't do."

Song Minglong knelt down: "I beg you two to kill the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Curses, and give us immortal people a relief. All the vows in this sea area are born from literature, ink, love and hatred. They have lived, or I thought I had lived, but now I can only be reduced to a blur of wish power. I don’t know at what moment, I will mistakenly think that I am a person.”

Song Minglong kowtowed: "I beg you two to have mercy! I would like to die as an apology!"

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Xie Yun lay down: I'm dead.

Xie Yun sat up: Huh, didn't you die?

Dead, but not quite dead.