Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

Unexpectedly, the orange pig would be of such great use one day, Wen Chuyi hugged Xiaoju in comfort and rubbed hard, until Xiaoju was overwhelmed by the disturbance, raised his paw and gave him two bang bang punches before stopping.

He touched the two freshly baked plum blossom marks on his cheeks, and the tension in his heart disappeared miraculously.

Hey, sure enough, smoking cats is the best way to relieve stress.

Wen Chuyi breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't contacted Zhou Yuyue yet, and didn't know how he was doing, so he took out the voice transmission jade slip and sent him a message, "Junior brother, is everything going well with you? "

The consciousness sealed in the silver ring was not triggered, so he shouldn't have encountered any danger.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Zhou Yuyue's voice sounded from the sound transmission jade slip. The cold voice was slightly unsteady, but with a smile on it, "Well, don't worry, I'll be back soon."

This voice fell into Wen Chuyi's ears inexplicably itchy, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only say: "Aang... Be careful."

Zhou Yuyue drew out the Flowing Frost Sword, and scarlet blood gushed out along the gap in an instant. The demon's body lost its support and fell to the ground in an instant. The heavy body fell, splashing a burst of dust.

"Okay," Zhou Yuyue's tone remained unchanged, his plain white clothes were stained red with blood, and he couldn't tell whose blood it was. His scarlet eyes glanced at the corpse on the ground, and continued to walk towards the magic palace, "Brother, Will be in touch later."

There are also the last few mice, you can go to him after killing them.

The Flowing Frost Sword was tilted downwards, and the blood droplets on the silvery white sword gathered at the tip of the sword, and hit the ground drop by drop, leaving a string of bloodstains as he walked, but it was not conspicuous among the bloody stumps all over the ground. .

Wen Chuyi didn't know about Zhou Yuyue's affairs, but he heard that his voice and tone were not much different from usual, so he didn't think too much about it.

Previously, Wen Chuyi left a trace of consciousness to pay attention to the movement of Xuanjianzong. Seeing that they were ready to go, he sent Xiaoju back to the reincarnation ring for the time being, followed the tail of the team quietly, and followed them southward , to Yishui City.

This trip was divided into two teams, one went straight to Yishui City, and the other dispersed to kill the scattered fallen phases.

Wen Chuyi boarded the flying boat directly leading to Yishui City. Because he deliberately suppressed his breath, no one noticed him. The flying boat gradually drifted away. More flying boats gathered on the road, and the flying flags were familiar. Most of them are disciples of Yunshan Sect and Danding Sect.

Cangyu Gate is still on its way because it is too far away.

Wen Chuyi looked at the Dandingzong flag flying outside the window. That day, the two disciples of the Dandingzong belonged to the Xiezong, which meant that the Xiezong had planted people in each sect. Maybe there was something hidden in these flying boats at this time. Many.

Xiezong's infiltration ability and speed are so strong that he feels almost weird.

Suddenly, a luxurious flying boat flew past him, catching up with the flying boat in front of the head of the Xuanjian Sect and Chang □□□□, and through the window, Wen Chuyi caught a glimpse of Qu Zhushen.

Although Qu Zhushen used to have pale complexion, his lips were still bright red, but just now he saw that his face was as pale as paper, only a pair of dark eyes were of another color, as if two drops accidentally dazzled on the white paper Ink.

Feizhou quickly staggered away from him. Wen Chuyi looked away and frowned slightly. How could he feel that Qu Zhushen was not angry at all, and that perverted temperament seemed to dissipate, as if... a different person.

Even though it felt a bit strange, Wen Chuyi wasn't too entangled. He had nothing to do with him in the first place, and even if something happened, it had nothing to do with him.

After roughly two hours, the speed of the flying boat began to slow down, and finally stopped on a wide grass field. This is the meeting point agreed by all the sects, and it is only half a quarter of an hour away from Yishui City.

Many disciples from various sects gathered here, following behind their elders in an orderly manner, most of them had forcibly calm expressions on their faces, but their constantly wandering eyes revealed their emotions, and a tense and silent atmosphere enveloped everyone.

They knew well what kind of fierce battle they were going to face next, but because of this, it was rare for all righteous monks to unite and fight against the common enemy together.

The sky is getting darker, and the evil sect has sent out many depraved figures to arrest the monks for tomorrow's transfer to the immortal formation. At this time, the guards in Yishui City are looser than before, and a faint red light rises from the sky, as if dyed with blood. , even though they are far apart, they can still feel the cold bloody smell.

Although the Zhuanxian Formation is estimated to be formed tomorrow, there is no exact time. They cannot sit still and watch the formation be completed. Moreover, although a hidden enchantment has been set up here, there is a lot of movement when they come, and it is difficult to guarantee that the evil sect will not stop. will notice here.

The heads of each sect discussed how to attack at the front end, and finally came to a conclusion: use sword cultivation as the master, body cultivation and spirit transformation as the shield, and Dan cultivation as the rear supply.

Their voices were not loud, and they didn't deliberately cover up. Wen Chuyi stretched out his consciousness to observe the Yishui City in the distance, and listened to it by the way.

He has no objection to this arrangement, thinking about the action steps at that time, first release all the silver sea monsters to the east and west continents to destroy the formation in batches, and then take advantage of Li Buxun to hold Fanchi back, Destroy the formation, take out Xiaoju and stand by...

Wen Chuyi went through the process smoothly. As long as there are no special accidents, there is basically no problem.

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No one expected that it would be the demons who sounded the horn of this war.

It only took half a day from the time when the seal of the demon abyss was broken, to when the demons crossed the vast sea to reach Central Continent.

When he heard the news from the disciples lurking on the coast, Wen Chuyi had already extended his spiritual consciousness. Although the distance was far, it was only a matter of breaths for the divine consciousness of a monk who fit into Dzogchen.

The Demon Race, which has been sealed for thousands of years, is full of freshness to everything in the outside world, but with the order of the Demon King, they immediately rushed to Central Continent. …

Looking down from a high altitude with Wen Chuyi's consciousness, he saw countless tall demons galloping on the sea, and under them were sea beasts desperately paddling their limbs.

He even saw a demon riding a sea beast that looked like a pippi shrimp...

Although it was filled with an indescribable sand sculpture atmosphere, the giant Pippi shrimp was swimming really fast. Looking at the white waves turning up behind the Pippi shrimp, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is riding the dust.

As soon as the demons came ashore, they immediately flocked to Yishui City non-stop. Their professionalism is very admirable.

The monks of the various sects reacted quickly after being shocked: what the hell, the demons are coming at this time, don't they have to deal with the evil sect and the demons again?

Panic, consternation, fear, anger and other emotions were mixed together, and finally turned into a mixed feeling of numbness.

No matter how complicated their hearts were, each sect had told their disciples when they came that they must obey orders and act, and they were not allowed to retreat. They could only choose to charge forward.

The tragic atmosphere spread quickly. Wen Chu looked at the little fat man beside him with tears in his eyes and trembling lips, and recognized that it was the little fat man from Riwai Peak.

His round face vividly interprets what is meant by "the wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return when he is gone." Wen Chu felt a little unbearable at first glance at that tragic expression of going to death, and thought about it for a while , Take out a magic weapon for body protection from the Qiankun Ring.

The little fat man is a disciple of the Outer Peak, and he is still young. There should not be many magic weapons to save his life. The armor scale in his hand is the first grade of Xuan rank, which can withstand the full blow of the Nascent Soul cultivator. Items, once used, are gone.

Entering the armor scale into the aura to activate it, and then pressing it on the little fat man's shoulder, this time can be regarded as his reward for answering his own question that day.

Wen Chuyi's movements were very light, the little fat man only felt a very light wind blowing over his shoulders, subconsciously glanced at it and ignored it, and continued to cry silently against the wind.

It was already difficult enough to deal with so many fallen phases, but now there is another demon clan. Although the current position of the demon clan is a bit confusing, but if you look up, the fallen phases can be regarded as coming from the demon abyss. Yes, it's hard to say whether they will turn enemies into friends later on.

The leader of the Righteous Path cultivator watched the movements of the demon clan for a while, and saw that they were indeed attacking Yishui City with a purpose. After a quick discussion, they decided to take this opportunity to attack the evil sect.

It is said that the enemy of the enemy is a friend. Although it is impossible to become friends with the demons, it is really unreasonable not to start taking action when the goals of the two parties seem to be the same for the time being.

The fallen phase in Yishui City soon discovered the invasion of the demons, and the two sides fought quickly. The monks took advantage of this turmoil to successfully break through the city gate, and the sword cultivator led the way and attacked all the way to the inner circle. The city lord's mansion where the law is located.

But the closer you get to the City Lord's Mansion, the higher the cultivation level of the Fallen Aspect, and it was pushed down layer by layer. In the end, only a dozen headmen and elders stood at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion. Several of them looked ugly, and they were just Fallen Aspects outside the mansion. The strength is in the Nascent Soul stage.

The head of Xuanqiu has the highest cultivation among several people, he holds the natal spirit sword and smashes through the city gate, and the other hand hidden in the sleeve holds a piece of black sword jade. Give Fanchi a fatal blow at the right time.

This sword jade is one of the secret treasures passed down by the Xuanjian Sect. It contains three Mahayana Dzogchen sword qi inside. Even if it faces Fanchi whose cultivation base is one level higher than his own, he can not fall behind.

The moment the door was broken, four fallen phases in the mid-stage of transformation rushed out from inside. Their appearance was not like those fallen phases outside, which looked like monsters, except for a pair of scarlet eyes, and black shadows around their bodies. Qi, it is no different from the human race.

The night was completely dark, and after Yishui City was occupied by the Fallen Prime Minister, the previously brightly lit Flower City now only had a few sporadic lights, but it was illuminated by bloody red light tonight.

Tall and strange demons, strange fallen figures, monks and disciples from various sects interweave together a treacherous and bloody picture.

Xuan Qiu looked at the fallen faces in front of him, and one of them was very familiar, it was the elder Ziwu who disappeared a few days ago from Xuanjianzong.

At that time, his cultivation was only in the early stage of Yuanying, but now he has reached the middle stage of transformation. The speed of this cultivation would not be so fast even if it was put in the heyday of Wanggui Realm, not to mention tens of millions of years ago. Don't mention that Zi Wu's own talent is there, and he can be promoted so quickly in a short period of time...

Seeing the unconcealable bloody smell on Zi Wu's body, the sect leader Xuan Qiu couldn't help but frowned, it was because he had sucked the blood of many innocent people.

"Ziwu! You traitor who has taken refuge in evil cultivators! Let me see if I will kill you!" Xuan Qiu was still calm, but the good-tempered Elder Ding Feng beside him couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and his already big eyes widened. Like a copper bell, it seems to be able to burst into flames, pick up the sword and slash towards Ziwu.

"Heh, what do you know?" Zi Wu slanted to avoid the cold long sword, his blood-like red eyes showed disdain and pride, "Look at yourself, it's so much better than me, I didn't expect it to be me now. Get ahead of you."

Seeing the two men make a move, the rest of the fallen figures attacked the nearby monks one after another.

The monk who has become a degenerate no longer belongs to the human race, not to mention the blood of so many people on his hands. The head master Xuanqiu looked at Ziwu with no warmth in his eyes. He looked away and looked around. Since the city lord's mansion, they have already entered the formation.

Those four fallen figures were being dragged, Xuan Qiu and the others continued to go deeper, and it didn't take much effort to find Fanchi standing in the center of the formation, but besides him, there was another young man with his head bowed .

With his hands behind his back, Fanchi turned around leisurely, a slight smile appeared on Yuli's indifferent face, "Master Xuanqiu, long time no see."

"Fanchi, you have taken away the body of the elder of my sect, you have harmed and deceived countless people in the world, and you have disregarded the common people's lives just for your own selfish desires. It is not a pity to die." The head master Xuanqiu squeezed the sword jade in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on him. Fanchi, step closer.

"It's their honor that they sacrificed their lives for my ascension." Fan Chi didn't take Xuan Qiu's accusation seriously, let him approach, and looked at his hand indifferently, "Do you just want to use these sword qi to deal with me? "

After the words fell, Xuan Qiu stopped in his tracks, not because of his words, but because of a round red beam of light that rose suddenly.

Immortal Transformation Formation was completed at this time!

Fanchi hooked his fingers, and suddenly dozens of fallen figures appeared in the dark. He held the young man's shoulder sideways, turned his head slightly to look at Xuanqiu, as if looking at an ant, "Then just try it."

The halo built by the power gathered from the east and west continents can completely compete with the sword energy in Kendama. Fanchi's excitement reverberates in his chest when he thinks that he will be able to return to the upper realm soon.

No one knows how much energy he expended and what kind of pain he went through in order to survive, and now he can finally realize his wish. Fanchi took a deep breath, felt the surging and majestic power around him, closed his eyes and got rid of distracting thoughts, and prepared to win Abandon.

The scarlet beam of light shot straight into the sky, and suddenly there were several depraved figures with cultivation levels comparable to theirs. The atmosphere was tense for a moment, and the next moment, the opponent's offensive was violent and swift, like a torrential rain, hitting everyone.

Through the conversation just now, the heads of the elders of each sect also understood that Xuan Qiu had a magic weapon in his hand that could fight against Fanchi, and tacitly surrounded him, "Master Xuan Qiu, leave this place to us, you go quickly."

Time was running out, and the situation in front of him was not the time to refuse, Xuan Qiu quickly expressed his thanks, put away his natal spirit sword, and the sword jade in his hand suddenly became bigger, and the sword body was transparent ice blue, which did not match the exquisite appearance. , is the terrifying coercion it exudes.

The perfect sword energy of the Mahayana period fell on the beam of light, and the huge impact rushed to the surroundings like a wave, cutting off half of all the buildings in Yishui City.

The Zhuanxian Formation shook violently.

Feeling the shock, Fanchi frowned suddenly, his face was not good-looking, the sword energy of the perfect Mahayana period could only cut a crack in the Immortal Transformation Formation at most, so there was obviously something wrong with such a big movement just now.

Seeing that the attack was effective, Xuanqiu took a deep breath and pointed his sword at the beam of light again, but the sword was deflected, and passed by the beam of light obliquely, drawing a huge bottomless crack on the ground.

Smelling the bitter fragrance of medicinal pills at the tip of his nose, he lowered his head, the blade in front of his belly was sharp and piercing, and an extremely cold air spread from the blade, almost freezing the blood in his whole body.

"Xuan Qiu, don't blame me." The head of Dandingzong drew out his sword, the blade was clean without a trace of blood, as if the backstab just now was just an illusion, "Who told you to block our way. "

Dan Dingzong's rebellion caught everyone by surprise. The irony is that more monks who wanted to die at the hands of the fallen phase were actually killed by their own allied human race.