Quick Pass Cannon Fodder Survival Manual

Mist and thick clouds descended, mountains and rivers shattered, bricks and tiles were stained with green blood and fell into the ground, horizontal lances pierced through iron armor, broken halberds sank into the sand, it was hard to tell whether it was day or night, the entire sky was covered with gray and decayed colors by storm clouds and thunder, The gates of the city were wide open, and from time to time, crazy soldiers of the Devil's Cult escaped from inside.

But within a foot away, a golden lightsaber that fell from the sky nailed it to the ground, and the demon soldier immediately let out a shrill scream. The sword was like a raging fire, burning his dark body clean, but the ground was still alive. Tens of thousands of monk corpses lay there, and their corpses were entangled by a wave of demon energy, and their broken souls wandered in the shackles, unable to escape.

There are two figures, black and white, on the city wall. The black one has pale skin, a little vermilion flame on the forehead is coquettish and charming, the black hair is loose, and the blood-stained fur is messy in the wind, but it does not reduce the man's madness at all. Aura, he smiled evilly, with a pair of thumb-long dragon horns hidden in his forehead. At this moment, he was being pressed against the cold city wall by the man in white, with a huge golden lightsaber stuck obliquely in his chest.

"Heh, my good disciple, you can't kill me like this. After all, the teacher absorbs your physique to return to the peak. Even if I don't have the souls of thousands of monks, I can still haunt you!"

The devil laughed so hard that his eyes were bloodthirsty red, which made the man in white with the sword furious: "Master? Pooh, it's because you sucked my spirit and caused me to be chased by my fellow disciples." Kill! Even if I sever my veins today, I will never let you poison the world again!"

As he said that, several golden lines crawled across the face of the white-clothed man, like golden flames burning, the face of the demon king suddenly became ugly, his slender body became shriveled instantly, and the lightsaber finally lifted up. When it came to the effect of burning, he said viciously at the moment when he turned into fly ash: "Jiang Shuoshui! You are really the real one, good disciple!"

With a bang, as the face of the demon king disappeared, the big screen was also turned off. An Sui sat in a daze in the pool water in front of the console, with tears and snot bubbles on his face, his left hand clenched tightly, holding a ring.

"Host, this is the background of the next life. This time, due to the system upgrade, you can watch it in the form of a video..."

Number seven flashed its furry wings, landed on An Sui's shoulder fawningly, and rubbed An Sui's face with his chubby body.

"Xiaoqi, tell me, if I am successfully resurrected, what will happen to those people in the world I have experienced?"

An Sui stood up stupidly, looking around at the huge and beautiful space of the main god. The console was connected to an unknown place, forming two vortexes above his head, staring at him quietly like two eyes.

"They may live well in their own world, or they may also be affected by the host and come to the host's world in the form of reincarnation. It depends on fate."

"Yeah, it depends on fate..."

An Sui solemnly put the ring on his left ring finger, then wiped away his tears vigorously, stared at the red eyes, and came to the side of the console.

There will be no text displayed on the screen, only the mysterious progress bar remains at 50%, a book is lying at the bottom of the screen, and An Sui flips the cover: The Da Vinci Code.

What the hell is this?What does this book have to do with the fairy world in the video just now?

An Sui had a black line in his head, and for some reason, No. [-] opened the book with his wings and introduced: "Host, this is the skill of your next world. One thing, because the host has successfully completed the missions of the previous worlds, the form of rewards has changed, and after this mysterious progress bar is full, there may be great prizes!"

An Sui, who had already looked down on the rewards, glanced at the Da Vinci Code casually, and found that there were some secondary moves such as Maha Chop and Silver Moon Slash, so he didn't care. As for the rewards, forget it.

The blue light of time travel lights up again. This time, An Sui's task is to be an oil bottle for a cultivating wizard. He is a demon who was killed by the righteous way. His cultivation base and spirit gradually grew, and the hero was also misunderstood by his fellow disciples because he had the aura of the Demon Lord. Finally, he pulled the Demon Lord out of his body, and after a great battle, the Demon Lord's spirit and soul disappeared.

It can be described as a life-and-death Shura field, An Sui rubbed his temples, pulled himself together, and stepped into this world of immortals and demons.

As soon as he opened his eyes, An Sui found that he had a strange perspective, like a spider crawling on the ground, and a pair of muddy legs always appeared in his vision. He tried to move, but found that he couldn't feel his limbs.

An Sui: Damn!Am I turning into a stick? !

No. [-]: The host is calm, you are now possessed by the spirit body on the jade pendant of the hero, it is normal to have no hands and feet!

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and An Sui focused his attention on those jumping legs. He seemed to be a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with sleeves tied up to his elbows, and a bunch of braids behind his head. He looked playful and cute, revealing The skin on the outside is tanned to a healthy wheat color, and the voice of practicing martial arts is also the vitality unique to young people.

"What does this hero look like? At least let me take a look!"

An Sui tried desperately to move his body, but it was useless, he couldn't move as if he was sucked to the ground.

Suddenly, the field of vision suddenly became higher, and An Sui felt two fingers pinching himself up, and a crackling voice sounded in the back of his head: "Our great genius is hiding here to practice! Let me find it easy, junior brother." !"

As soon as Jiang Shuoshui turned his head, he saw three young juniors from his own sect crossing their arms and looking at him. One was shorter than the other, but judging by the posture, it seemed that he was superior to others. The jade pendant that was removed and put aside for practice.

"Give me the jade pendant!"

He stretched out his hand to those 13-year-old children, An Sui was thrown into the air by the little rascal, and only then did he see Jiang Shuoshui's face clearly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a pair of protruding ears, very cute and conspicuous, and the youthful youthfulness on his face , with a slightly sandy voice, much more immature than what An Sui saw in the video.

"If you have one, come and grab it, my genius brother! You have already reached the level of a third-level swordsman when we were so old, and now the bigger you are, the worse it is!"

An Sui was about to vomit, just because the child grabbed An Sui's jade pendant and swung him round to provoke Jiang Shuoshui. If that fat finger didn't pay attention, An Sui might be crushed to pieces on the spot.

Jiang Shuoshui, who was provoked, hesitated for a moment. An Sui could see that the practice stone he had hit just now had only cracked a small crack after shooting seven or eight chapters in succession. His aura is much higher than Jiang Shuoshui's now, he doesn't think he is an opponent.

An Sui, who was still counting on Jiang Shuoshui to be soft and save him, overestimated Jiang Shuoshui's self-knowledge. He lifted the hem of his clothes and made an attacking posture, and there was a trace of determination in his eyes like a small animal.

"Then I'm really here to grab it!"

Brother!Why are you still broadcasting yourself!

As he said that, Jiang Shuoshui raised his palm and attacked the child. The strength of his palm was so strong that An Sui couldn't help feeling a little bit of anticipation while complaining in his heart.

Facts have proved that all inspiring, passionate and qualified male protagonists had a miserable childhood. Jiang Shuoshui has a high level of combat quality, and his skills as a sword repairer are also very good, but his spiritual power is not good enough. An Sui's From the point of view, the spiritual power lingering on the male protagonist is like a gossamer, while the three children's spiritual power is a trickle, and they cannot match each other at all.

So Jiang Shuoshui was knocked to the ground without any suspense. Three children three or four years younger than him stepped on his back, pressed his face to the ground, and laughed and mocked him: "Haha, this It is the genius boy who is rare in the sword sect in a hundred years. He is only 17 years old and only has the cultivation base of a sword student. You are laughing so hard! Senior brother, I wish you an early attainment of the peak cultivation base!"

Jiang Shuoshui, whose face was rubbed against the ground, refused to admit defeat at all. He clenched his teeth, his face was flushed, his bright eyes looked at the jade pendant thrown aside without blinking, and his calloused hands struggled He reached out to An Sui, but in the next second, the child stepped on the hand mercilessly under his foot.

I didn't see it, I didn't see it, this child is too miserable, what should I do?Those who have no hands and no feet want to help but are powerless!

An Sui turned around in a hurry, trying to roll his body under Jiang Shuo's sailor.

Number Seven: Host!Good Luck!Feel the bond between you and the hero!Drain a little of his strength, and go hard!It's like having a baby!

? ?You give birth to a child and try it, I am a pure man!Use the most force to blow a fart out!

Complaining in his heart, An Sui still did as No. [-] said. He held his breath and concentrated, as if he had grasped a trace of connection with Jiang Shuoshui in the dark. After understanding, An Sui was startled. There is a vast ocean of spiritual power in his body. The connection between himself and him is like scooping water from the Pacific Ocean. It is insignificant at all, but one can clearly feel that there is a solid barrier covering this ocean. That is the hero's grandfather. The lowered seal.

In order to gain favorability in the future, An Sui only carefully absorbed a little bit of the hero's soul, and then secretly exerted force. Sure enough, a dark cloud suddenly gathered in the originally clear sky, and a strong wind blew up on the flat ground. The children instinctively Sensing danger, he jumped away from Jiang Shuoshui.

"You! You did this?! What are you going to do!"

There was a rumbling thunder above his head, and Jiang Shuoshui got up from the ground, his big eyes were a little dazed, he looked at his hands, and suddenly said arrogantly: "It's me! You don't want to get out of here! Brother, my lord!" Don’t remember villains! Before I regret it, I will spare your lives!”

The disheveled man with his hips on his hips made bold words that were obviously not very deterrent. One of the three children said: "Who knows that the sky has changed! His spiritual power has been degraded for four years, how could he be fine now?"

The child in the lead thought for a while, and his hesitant expression immediately became serious: "Okay! Jiang Shuoshui! How dare you scare me!"

Seeing him turn his spiritual power and form a long sword with his bare hands, Jiang Shuoshui was startled, and hugged his head obediently.

"Ignorant boy! Stay away from him!"

Seeing that the main man was injured, An Sui exerted all his breastfeeding strength, only to hear three bangs, three thunderbolts fell from the sky, just right under the feet of the three children who were about to slap their swords, scaring them to the ground.

"Damn Jiang Shuoshui, you bastard! I don't know what magic weapon you stole! I'm going to sue the four elders to punish you! Let me tell you by the way! Miss Fengxitang is here and wants to divorce you! Your father called I'm here to inform you!"

They scrambled and ran away, and with a single sentence, Jiang Shuoshui, who was relieved, was raised on the tip of the knife again. Mao Shunshun blinked his eyes, and suddenly he bowed to the surroundings with his fists in his arms, and said loudly: "I don't know." Which senior came to the rescue! Jiang Shuoshui is grateful, he has something important to do, so he will come as soon as he goes! Senior, wait a moment!"