[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

The sudden words startled Fang Muyu instinctively. He couldn't see anyone around him. After careful identification, he realized that it was Jiang Wuren's voice, but he didn't know where he was.

Bitter cold, with a sense of indifference to life and death.

But this is ruthless to him.

At some point, Xiao Yu held that stone in his hand again, and the light in his palm flickered. Jiang Wuchen played with the stone and spoke sarcastically, but his expression was very casual, as if he was saying, "What are you eating tonight?" ’ as utterly nonchalant.

From the very beginning, Jiang Wuyuan's style has been that when he is in front of others, he is perfect, and when he is behind others, he lacks interest.If it wasn't necessary to speak, I'm afraid he wouldn't even bother to speak.

The black mist reappeared, hovering around Jiang Wuyuan's wrist to obey orders, he tossed the stone, and pursed the corners of his mouth knowingly, at first he saw the stone and understood that all this was just a trick to lure him to appear , because the pattern on this stone is exactly the same as the totem on the hilt of the elder sister. Obviously, the person who played the game knew that he was virtuous in anyone, and would not accept softness, but the only weakness was the elder sister.

Knowing that no one can see him in this environment, there is no need to pretend to be so heartless. He has a natural contempt for this kind of demon cultivator or monsters and ghosts, and the whole person seems to have withdrawn his sharp edge in the dark. The venomous snake dormant everywhere, letting its prey run and flee, watching from the sidelines, only delivering a fatal blow at the end.

He squinted his eyes listlessly and continued to speak: "Let him go, we two are done."

There was a low-pitched laughter in the dense fog, and bee pupae came from all directions, and it was impossible to distinguish the direction and source of the sound.

"When you were at the peak, you could only injure this old man, not to mention that your realm has regressed so much now. Do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with this old man?" Hoarse like a dying old woman who has been up for several nights, the magic sound came into my ears, shaking My eardrums hurt, and my mind began to blur.

Demon cultivators are full of demon cultivators, but demon cultivators are not demons after all, and demon cultivators are just human beings.And there is a legend that there is a guest official of the Devil's Cult, who does not appear in front of others, has a very high level of cultivation, and his whereabouts are surreptitious. It seems to be... a real devil.

This person is the guest minister, and only Jiang Wuresent and the master sister Fang Mushi who resisted the attack of the Demon Sect knew his true identity. At that time, they teamed up to injure them hard, but what they can display now is only the strength of a high-level fit.

"Qualifications?" Jiang Wuyuan sneered and already made up his mind, he raised his right hand, and a yellow talisman appeared on his fingertips: "You think too highly of yourself."

Fang Muyu couldn't believe that the cold voice he heard was actually Jiang Wuren's voice.

Immediately, the sound of metal colliding and rubbing came to mind, and there was a flash of light in the dense fog. The light was not obvious, but it moved very frequently.It can be seen that the fighting is fierce.

Fang Muyu groped and retreated until he retreated into the pavilion, watching the situation. Although he was praised as a genius, he was only 16 years old, and he was already considered a monster at the eighth level of Qi training, but he was definitely not at the level of Jiang Wuyu. People in the Nascent Soul stage are on par, so he knows that going out is just a burden.

Jiang Wuyuan flipped his hand, and there were three extra talismans between his fingers. He bent back to avoid the claws, took advantage of the momentum, flipped back, and jumped a few meters away.

"You are so powerful that you never saw you defeat me."

The demon noticed Jiang Wuren's cultivation from the fight just now, and was terrified for a moment, his breath was unsteady: "How could you...! Didn't you fall into the Nascent Soul!"

"Who told you that the Nascent Soul Stage must be the Nascent Soul Stage?"

Such an arrogant and conceited tone, but Jiang Wuyuan didn't get any benefits, it's just that he didn't appear to be seriously hurt on the outside, and only he knew about his physical condition, and the calmness on the surface had become a mask that couldn't be taken off , In fact, all internal organs are damaged, reminding him that he is not what he used to be.

Licking the blood that hadn't dried up on his lips, Jiang Wuyu glanced in the direction of the pavilion, but Fang Muyu was very sensible and didn't come out to disturb him, which made Jiang Wuyu feel very satisfied, and threw out the talisman paper At the same time, after a little thought about the next steps, after almost a breath, Jiang Wuyuan evoked a smirk.

After half an hour.

After burning the last piece of talisman paper, Jiang Wuyuan was really exhausted, leaning on the pavilion pillar to pant, and concealing his injury, he asked the guest about the purpose of bringing him here.

"Heh..." The other party didn't seem to be so relaxed, and his voice was much weaker: "Of course it's to avenge the past, hahaha... But it seems that I can't kill you."

"You didn't give me my life, so of course you can't kill me."

"Do you still think you are a master in the fusion period? Or do you think you have two..."

"Shut up!" Jiang Wuchen didn't seem to be able to hear this sentence, and unexpectedly violently, he found the position of the demon with his own perception, and with a claw-shaped hand, he grabbed the demon's left arm and pulled it hard. down.

The screams mixed with the sound of tearing flesh and blood were particularly ear-piercing, and Fang Muyu in the pavilion was startled.

Fang Muyu narrowed his eyes, tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, pondered various possibilities in his mind, stood up after a while, lowered his head and pulled out the saber at his waist, and when he was about to go out, he suddenly hit his head Something, the footsteps stopped suddenly, and it was carefully touched forward. The touch felt like a soft but firm membrane.

Returning the sword into its sheath, frowning and walking a few steps to the side, only to see that Jiang Wuyu had pasted a boundary talisman on the pillar of the pavilion at some point.

Fang Muyu looked serious and unpredictable.

He can't go out of this barrier, unless the owner can't remove the talisman paper. He raised his hand and rubbed the corner of the talisman paper, drooping his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

These talisman papers were all made by his elder sister.

Suddenly, he drew a line on the edge of the sword with his finger, and stuck his finger on the barrier. The barrier sucked blood and opened an opening, and then recovered quickly. Fang Muyu took the opportunity to throw the sword out.

"Hey, here's the sword!"

The other side caught it, followed by the sound of drawing the sword, Jiang Wuresence was still very surprised when he took the sword, but his eyes changed the moment he drew the sword.The sword qi entangled in an instant, and the demon saw the sword light that even the thick fog could not cover, and his shock turned into panic. It had to recall the scene that was almost the same as today eight years ago.

The fog gradually dissipated after drawing the sword.

Jiang Wuyuan appeared not far away, holding a long sword in his hand, and his long hair was swayed by the sword energy circling upwards without wind. It brushed against his pale and transparent cheeks, vaguely revealing the pair of phoenix eyes and slightly curved eyes that exuded a faint light. Weird mouth corners.

His back was facing Fang Muyu, so the latter didn't see that expression, and only knew that the little master was ignorant, but now it seems that it is not always the case.

The barrier was completely stitched together again, and Fang Muyu didn't plan to come out from the pavilion.

"I'll give you two choices." Jiang Wuyuan raised his hand, the silver-white lightning of the sword crackled, and his voice was full of oppression: "First, disappear in front of me now, and second, continue to fight."

Although the white clothes on his body were stained with blood, his clothes were ragged, criss-cross wounds could be seen everywhere, and blood flowed into his eyes from his forehead, which looked like blood and tears—but still gave off a feeling that he was invincible.

The demon was wearing a black cloak, and he couldn't tell what he looked like, but he was already covered with wounds, and the left cuff was dripping with dark purple blood, supporting his black halberd so as not to fall down. He didn't expect it to come out this time Jiang Wuchen's state fell to the Nascent Soul and could still display the strength of the fusion stage. Its old wounds have not healed and new wounds have been added. If you think about it carefully, it is better to go first and not to be brave.

Before leaving, he said harsh words: "Fight again in the future!"

"I will definitely accompany you." Jiang Wuyuan replied in a neutral tone, and after watching the demon leave deeply, he turned around, his expression changed in a second, and the smiling one was so proud that the corners of his mouth almost reached the back of his head.

"Apprentice! As a teacher, I know that my apprentice still has a teacher in his heart!"

Jiang Wuyuan almost flew to the pavilion, tore off the talisman paper, and opened his hands to hug the person sitting in it, but he stopped when he was about to hug him, stopped, and looked down at the tattered person on his body. With his rotten clothes, he put his hands back, his expression darkened, and finally he just put the sword on the table.

"I have blood on my body, so it won't dirty your white clothes."

Fang Muyu pinned the sword, untied the medicine bag hanging from his belt and handed it to him, raised his eyelids: "Who is that man?"

Jiang Wuyuan took it flatteringly, found a bottle of recovery medicine, pulled out the cork, and poured it into his mouth, only to recover some blood, sat down and told the truth without any scruples: "Devil's guest, Mr. Ji, is a true demon."

Fang Muyu was stunned for a moment: "Is that how you told me?"

"Why should I keep it from you?" Jiang Wuyuan propped his chin, his eyes were so gentle that water could be squeezed out, and he answered "I believe in you."

Fang Muyu: ...

"How's your cultivation?" After a long time, Fang Muyu let go of the embarrassment from the nasty words, and asked the next question.

Jiang Wuyuan didn't show any reservations, and said frankly: "I was seriously injured before, so the realm has regressed from the fusion stage to the Nascent Soul, and now I can't go up again."

Listening to his tone, it seems that he doesn't care about the level of cultivation, and he is even a little careless.

"You..." Fang Muyu met his eyes in surprise, but only saw peace and tranquility in them, with a smile on top.

Cultivators pay the most attention to cultivation, and some practice hard for decades or even hundreds of years just to improve one level, and no one can bear to regress in realm, let alone regress by two stages!

What kind of mentality is it that can be so pessimistic about one's own cultivation?

Now even Fang Muyu, who was usually calm, was not calm anymore: "Then you haven't thought about recovering?"

"No." Jiang Wuyuan shook his head, made an incomprehensible expression, and spread his hands, "Why do I need such a high cultivation base?"

"Of course it's to protect the people you want to protect!" Fang Muyu almost blurted out, acting faster than thinking.

Jiang Wuyuan stiffened almost imperceptibly, but recovered immediately. He tried to maintain the original expression but failed. In the end, he could only try his best to maintain a deadpan expression, so as not to let others see that he was disappointed. People like this need protection."