After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

Jiang Qianzhou's words were so sudden that even he himself didn't expect to say it out of his mouth. The weather was unfavorable from time to time, and even the people were not compatible.

The inner circle was extremely dangerous, and the two of them were also seriously injured. These words should have picked a sunny time.

He had lived for nearly a thousand years, and was tempted for the first time in his life, but he was also extremely reckless like a young boy.

Jiang Qianzhou was also a little uneasy, but he didn't show it on his face, he just asked, "How is it?"

Sheng Zhao was stunned, but did not react: "What?"

Jiang Qianzhou approached him: "My deity said, I like you and want to marry you."

After Sheng Zhao reacted, he became flustered, and used Wu Yu as a shield in a panic: "I... I have a Taoist companion."

This excuse seemed too sudden, his mind was in a state of confusion, he hadn't figured out how to answer it, so he had to refuse.

Jiang Qianzhou sneered coldly: "Tao couple? For the time being, let's treat you as real Taoist couples, but you are Wuwang's apprentice, and you also know his personality. Do you think he really likes you?"

"If you are sincere, why don't you give you a title, hold a Dao Companion Ceremony, and inform the entire cultivation world?"

"Master said it was because he was worried that I would receive too many people's attention, which would be bad for my cultivation." Sheng Zhao pursed his lower lip, looking a little lonely.

"He's lying to you." Jiang Qianzhou said: "You have such a talent, even if you are not calm, you can still make a big difference."

Sheng Zhao frowned: "Master won't lie to me!"

Jiang Qianzhou continued to ask: "Then do you like him?"

Sheng Zhao was speechless, and hesitated for a while before saying: "He is my master, he is the one who led me to the fairyland—"

Jiang Qianzhou interrupted: "Ask yourself, you agreed to Wuwang to be his Taoist partner only because he is your master, and you have to listen to what your master says."

There was calculation in his eyes: "Or is it because you really like him?"

Jiang Qianzhou said one sentence after another, aggressive.

He knew what he was doing, the little fox obviously didn't understand love, as long as he made Sheng Zhao fool his head, the other party would definitely agree to him.

Sheng Zhao was silent for a while, then suddenly pushed Jiang Qianzhou away, seeming angry: "I don't know, I don't want to talk about it."

"you are nasty."

Jiang Qianzhou grabbed his wrist: "Think about it clearly, you know that you agreed to him because you wanted to listen to Wu Wang's words."

"He lied to you."

Sheng Zhao glared at him: "Master won't lie to me—"

Jiang Qianzhou interrupted him again: "Have you ever practiced with Wu Wang?"

Sheng Zhao was stunned: "You, what are you talking about! Of course not! He is my master, how can a master and a disciple..."

In the end, his voice was like a mosquito.

Jiang Qianzhou said what he was thinking in his heart: "You are both masters and apprentices, as well as Taoists, why is he different from your dual cultivation?"

"It means that he doesn't like you, and he must have other plans to become a Taoist partner with you."

Sheng Zhao was furious, and then retorted: "Do you have to do such things between Taoist couples?"

Jiang Qianzhou took it for granted: "Naturally, if you like someone, why don't you want to get along with him?"

Just like now, he also has desires for Sheng Zhao who is persecuted by him in front of him, and the desires are gradually rising.

Jiang Qianzhou wanted to kiss him and hug him.

He continued to coax in a low voice: "Look, there is no real relationship between you as a husband and wife, but only a relationship between a master and a student. Wu Wang has never even witnessed with you under the heaven."

"You just need to say lightly, and you can be separated from Wuwang."

"We're separated, why can't we be the Taoist companion of this deity?"

Sheng Zhao was shaken by Jiang Qianzhou's words. He bit his lip and said after a while, "But... I don't like you either—"

Sheng Zhao spoke very quietly, but Jiang Qianzhou heard it anyway, he was about to explode when he heard Sheng Zhao say: "I don't know if I like you or not, can you let me think about it?"

In Jiang Qianzhou's eyes, it was as if he was trying to cover up, whether it was the previous sentence "I don't like it" or the later sentence "I don't know".

After saying the first sentence and then the last sentence, the "don't like" was still said in such a low voice, as if he was refusing casually in a panic, and he was afraid that the other party would be sad, so he added "I don't know".

I like to hide it.

Jiang Qianzhou felt that the prey was coming soon, and he couldn't bear to push Sheng Zhao too hard, so he agreed: "Okay, I promise you."

Sheng Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Qianzhou said again: "After leaving the secret realm, tell me your answer."

Sheng Zhao was half-relaxed, and raised his tone again: "Okay."

After the conversation, Sheng Zhao immediately turned his back to Jiang Qianzhou, stared blankly at the bones on the ground, and unconsciously grabbed his clothes.

Feeling confused for a long time, I couldn't help but ask Jiang Qianzhou: "How many days until the end of the secret realm?"

Jiang Qianzhou: "The day after tomorrow morning."

Sheng Zhao: "Have we stayed here all this time?"

Jiang Qianzhou: "Do you want to find a chance to be promoted to Nascent Soul?"

Sheng Zhao: "Yes."

Jiang Qianzhou thought for a while before saying: "You have injuries on your body, there are spirit beasts chasing you outside, and there are no opportunities for you to deal with inside, so stay here."

Sheng Zhao let out a disinterested "Oh".

They turned their backs like this until sunset.

Sheng Zhao fell asleep.

As soon as the moonlight rose, Jiang Qianzhou, who was running his spiritual power cross-legged, felt something fall on him.

He opened his eyes and saw Sheng Zhao who was sleeping soundly.

After a day of running around, I should really be sleepy.

Jiang Qianzhou was funny, and quietly looked at Sheng Zhao's sleeping face with downcast eyes. He looked at Sheng Zhao's sleeping face for a long time, but he didn't get tired of it.

On the contrary, I was eager to move in my heart, wanting to play with the boy's long eyelids, to kiss the boy's slightly parted thin lips.

But he was afraid of waking Sheng Zhao up, so he had to give up.

Silent night.

The moonlight shines on the earth, dispelling the darkness, and the light makes people let go of their vigilance. The place is terribly quiet, but the flowers blooming on the branches make this place like a paradise.

Jiang Qianzhou was absorbed in watching, ignoring what was wrong around him.

Sheng Zhao opened his eyes in a daze, and complained, "Why do you keep touching my feet?"

Jiang Qianzhou looked at Sheng Zhao's slightly curved legs.

Before he knew it, the flower vines entangled half of Sheng Zhao's feet, but he didn't realize it.

Huateng realized that she had been spotted, and suddenly tightened her grip, quickly retreating with the prey she had caught.

Sheng Zhao was completely awake, he immediately grabbed Jiang Qianzhou's arm, and said in a low voice, "You Yan!"

You Yan moved in response to the sound, and cut off the flower vine according to the master's will.

And Jiang Qianzhou also hugged Sheng Zhao tightly to prevent him from being dragged away vigorously.

After the flower vines were cut off, the cut pieces were left behind and immediately hid among the flowers without being seen.

Sheng Zhao broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't dare to imagine what would happen to him after being caught. He was afraid that he would also become a corpse buried in the soil.

Jiang Qianzhou frowned: "Are you okay? I didn't notice it coming, there is something weird here."

Sheng Zhao rubbed the bruise left on his ankle: "We made a mistake. We thought that there would be no danger on the inner edge. As long as we stay safe, we can get out of the secret realm safely."

Jiang Qianzhou closed his eyes and let out his consciousness, but only a sticky white mist came out. His face was ugly: "The consciousness is useless. I can only see the strong spiritual power of these flowers."

"Each of these flowers has spiritual consciousness."

Jiang Qianzhou made up his mind: "This flower field is alive."

Sheng Zhao felt a chill, and there were thousands or even hundreds of thousands of flowers here, each of which gave birth to wisdom.

I'm afraid they have been watched as soon as they entered.

When night fell, they commanded the flower vines to drag the prey that had been safe all day long and their vigilance down into the depths of the flower field.

Cruelly hang the prey alive, the corpse is torn apart, broken into thousands of pieces, and then they are eaten by them.

Sheng Zhao stared at the ground to prevent another flower vine from coming out.

He raised his sword: "No wonder the soil is full of broken bones. It turns out that every plant here is a piranha."

The bloody mud must have been stained so evenly only when the corpse was dismembered and the blood splashed everywhere.

Jiang Qianzhou also drew out his sword. He stood up, looked at the endless sea of ​​flowers, and said in a deep voice, "They are coming."

Sheng Zhao propped himself up with his sword: "It was the gust of wind that made them rush over from the center."

He thought in his heart, his face was getting colder, this sea of ​​flowers is endless, how could a sword be able to stop it?

Jiang Qianzhou said without hesitation, "Go, get out of the inner circle."

He was still thinking about Sheng Zhao's inconvenient legs and feet, so he picked up the person with one hand and ran back.

They quickly ran to the edge of the inner circle, but hit a thin film invisible to the naked eye.

Inner circle, can enter but cannot exit.

Sheng Zhao made a decisive decision: "Go to the tower in the middle, go to Yujian!"

The wind was so fast that they could not lose a moment.

Although flying with the sword is a heavy burden for the monks in the Nascent Soul Stage, if you don't fly with the sword, you won't be able to reach the tower at all, and you will be swallowed.

When they stepped on the sword and flew a foot away from the flowers, the flower spirit also arrived.

Flower vines intertwined in an instant and attacked them fiercely.

After the hidden forest secret realm was opened, prey ran into their territory for the first time. They have been hungry for too long. How could they let the prey they got escape?

Standing behind Jiang Qianzhou, Sheng Zhao cut off the attacking flower vines with a sword, and in the next moment, countless flower vines rose up.

The speed of his sword was forced to be extremely fast, and the naked eye could only see a little bit of sword light across the blade.

Sheng Zhao said: "Jianzun, go to the top of the tower and enter from the cut corner!"

After all, he slashed with his sword with all his strength, and the sword that burned the spiritual power was so powerful that all the flower vines were cut off in an instant, and Sheng Zhao's whole body's spiritual power was also exhausted.

And the next moment, the flower vine regenerated.

But enough.

Sheng Zhao bought Jiang Qianzhou enough time for him to fly to the top of the tower.

The moment they entered the top of the tower, their vision suddenly went dark.

The faint fire rose in an instant, and the surroundings suddenly lit up.

As soon as Sheng Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the Three Lives Mirror made of cold jade in the center, and he looked at himself in the mirror.

The simple and heavy coercion was suppressed at the moment they looked at each other, and the heart of surrender spontaneously arose.

Sheng Zhao turned his eyes away in a hurry, but Gu Yun stayed deep in his heart.

Is this the Sansheng Mirror?I don't know what the purpose of this ancient god realm is, but it should also have something to do with astrology.

A figure at the back of the Third Living Realm was slowly revealed by the moonlight. It was a heroic woman in a white dress.

The high ponytail hangs down long, and the breasts stand on one side.

The woman frowned: "Who trespassed on my star tower?"

She yelled: "Come! Fight!"

Jiang Qianzhou said coldly: "The visitor is not kind, you can hide in a corner later."

Sheng Zhao nodded, took a few steps back, and gave the battlefield to the woman Tong Jiang Qianzhou. He thought in his heart that the inner circle opportunities Wu Yu mentioned should be the piranhas under the tower.

He will be promoted to Nascent Soul in his desperate situation, and then he will successfully control his sword to the top of the star tower, hide in the flower field, and after revealing his identity to the woman, he can safely wait for the end of the secret realm here.

Wu Yu helped Sheng Zhao think about everything.

Sheng Zhao sighed softly, but he didn't aim to be promoted to Nascent Soul, nor did he care whether he would get hurt or not.

He thought that Jiang Qianzhou was now at the end of his strength, so he should not be able to defeat the tower guard.

He already had an idea in his mind, so he watched Jiang Qianzhou's life-and-death battle with the woman with peace of mind.

** Hit first.

Jiang Qianzhou's sword domain also unfolded accordingly.

No matter whether they were firing guns or swords, their speed was unimaginably fast, and their figures were almost ghostly.

As time passed, Jiang Qianzhou gradually showed signs of fatigue.

Those who guard the tower are immortal, and their spiritual energy will never dry up. Even if they are injured, they will heal quickly.

But Jiang Qianzhou is human, and even the most rigorous swordsmanship can't resist such an undead.

The woman stabbed and picked, and the situation became clear in an instant.

Jiang Qianzhou's abdomen was pierced, and when he was picked again, his body was smashed against the wall next to the tower, blood spattered everywhere.

In a trance, he heard a shout of "Jian Zun", and he slightly curled his lips towards Sheng Zhao who was in the corner: "Don't be afraid."

Jiang Qianzhou quickly stood up, tapped his toes, and stabbed the woman's shoulder with a sword.

He thought to himself, Sheng Zhao seemed to have red eyes just now, maybe he was going to cry again.

How did he find out that this little fox loves to cry so much?But every time I cry for him.

Jiang Qianzhou sighed softly, this battle, whether it was for Sheng Zhao or himself, he could not lose.

If it doesn't work, he can burn his blood again.

Even if the injury is irreversible.

Jiang Qianzhou went through several tricks with the tower guard, and he was forced to retreat after making moves, but after many trials, he already knew where the tower guard's weakness was.

He mobilized his whole body's spiritual power on the tip of the sword. There was no way out for this sword, and he would die if he failed.

Jiang Qianzhou went all out, his face was cold, and he said every word: "One sword, break Kyushu."

The momentum of the sword was unstoppable, and it hit the middle of the woman's forehead!

At the same time, the pistol in the woman's hand also came out, hitting Jiang Qianzhou in the heart!

But Jiang Qianzhou couldn't retreat. If he retreated, not only would the tower guard not be killed, but he would also have no strength to fight again. In the end, he would still die under the gun.

At the very moment, a red figure rushed up.

Sheng Zhao's left chest was pierced by a gun, and the gun was also stuck in his body, so he didn't rush towards Jiang Qianzhou again.

His right shoulder was pierced by Jiang Qianzhou's sword energy.

You Yan draws out a light and shadow, mixes with the sword energy, and hits the tower guard with a somewhat weakened sword energy.

With a "bang", the middle of the woman's forehead was pierced by the sword energy, and her body exploded and collapsed.

The flesh stuck on Sheng Zhao's left chest also suddenly dissipated and turned into dust.

The red clothes fell from the sky.

Jiang Qianzhou rushed over to catch Sheng Zhao in disbelief.

Blood flowed out continuously, soaking Jiang Qianzhou's hands holding Sheng Zhao. Most people were so seriously injured that they were powerless to recover.

Jiang Qianzhou panicked completely, he went to wipe the blood overflowing from the corner of Sheng Zhao's mouth, but wiped more and more blood on the side of Sheng Zhao's face, even so, it couldn't cover Sheng Zhao's pale complexion.

Even those clear glazed pupils gradually turned gray.

Jiang Qianzhou had never recognized the horror of death so clearly, and it was also the first time that he was so afraid of someone dying in his arms.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was full of resentment, but he was unable to open his lips to say a word.

Sheng Zhao's breath gradually became lighter. He wanted to say something, but only coughed more and more violently. Blood mixed with internal organs spewed out from his lips mouthful after mouthful.

His voice was broken: "Jianzun...Jianzun, I hurt so much..."

Jiang Qianzhou spoke incoherently: "I will take you back to Jianzong for treatment. After the treatment, the pain will stop, the pain will stop..."

"Sheng Zhao, hold on for a while, don't close your eyes, okay?"

Jiang Qianzhou's voice was so hoarse that he knelt on the ground and begged in a low voice: "I beg you, I beg you, don't close your eyes."

Sheng Zhao smiled: "It hurts too much..., I, I will try my best."

Jiang Qianzhou hugged him and stood up: "I will burn my blood, I will break through this secret realm and take you back to the sect."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute—"

Enduring the pain, Sheng Zhao held Jiang Qianzhou's hand. The strength was soft, but Jiang Qianzhou's body stiffened instantly.

His voice was so soft that it could be blown away by the wind, Jiang Qianzhou bowed down and listened with all his attention.

Sheng Zhao said: "I don't know...whether I can wait, I want to talk to Sword Master..."

Jiang Qianzhou closed his eyes, resisting the soreness in his eyes, his voice was trembling: "What are you talking about? Listen to me, you can tell me everything, and don't miss a single word."

He was panicking, fearing that if he missed it, he would never hear it again.

Sheng Zhao pursed his lips, his eyes filled with hope: "My heart is happy... I am happy with Master Jian, who has been...protecting me in the secret realm. I also want to protect Master Jian once."

"I...want to be Sword Master's Taoist companion, Sword Master...if I can live, you...will you protect me for the rest of my life?"

Sheng Zhao murmured softly, "I like...Jian Zun."

When Jiang Qianzhou opened his eyes, there were tears in his eyes. He pressed his throat and choked up sobs. He swore to his heart demon, crying blood every word: "Okay, okay, whether you live or die, I will become a Taoist partner with you."

"I only look at you, I only prefer you, and I only protect you."

Sheng Zhao slowly closed his upper eyes: "Jianzun...don't lie to me."

He fell into a deep sleep, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if he was having a sweet dream.

Jiang Qianzhou's eyes almost burst into tears, and he shouted in pain: "Sheng Zhao?!"

In a blink of an eye, he muttered to himself again: "Yes, burn the essence and blood, break through the secret realm, burn—"

As soon as he stepped up, he staggered and fell to the ground.

He protected the person in his arms, and did not let Sheng Zhao fall halfway. He tried his best to stand up, but fell to the ground again.

In the end, he rolled and climbed and fell to the edge of the tower.

Jiang Qianzhou was so flustered that he naturally didn't notice a little bit of white light emitting from the Three Living Realms behind him, slowly drifting to Sheng Zhao's heart, and then slowly blending in.

Jiang Qianzhou lost half of the shadow of the high-spirited Sword Master Yuan Qing.

He straightened up slowly, ignited the blood all over his body regardless, broke through the suppression of the secret realm, and restored his cultivation base from Nascent Soul to Transcendence Tribulation.

He didn't stop.

Enduring the severe pain all over his body, he continued to burn his essence and blood. His cultivation broke through the tribulation and he was promoted to the Mahayana stage, but he could only maintain it for a short time.

After a quarter of an hour, Jiang Qianzhou's body will be left with irreparable trauma.

Jiang Qianzhou drew his sword, with grief and resentment, his eyes were red with blood, and the sword pierced through the night sky of the entire secret realm.

He drank in a low voice: "Break the formation."

With a "click", the secret realm was torn apart.

And the countless disciples who were practicing in the secret realm were in a panic, asking around what happened.

Then I heard a cold and hoarse voice spread throughout the secret realm of the Tibetan forest: "All disciples, immediately fly with the sword and leave the secret realm."

After Jiang Qianzhou finished speaking, he held the dying Sheng Zhao and rushed towards Jianzong. No one knew that his hands were shaking.

The blood on Sheng Zhao's body flowed non-stop, soaking his white clothes and turning them into blood.

He begged in his heart, begging a lot, but his five senses were so confused that he didn't know what he was begging for.

Begging Sheng Zhao not to die?

Begging him not to love him?

I don't even know what I'm regretting.

Regretting why I didn't burn my blood in the first place to deal with the Tower Keepers?

Still don't cherish the people in front of you?

……

-

After Sheng Zhao consciously woke up again, he only felt that his body was in a warm ocean, the pain completely dissipated, and there was no discomfort at all.

He looked around and saw silver and white everywhere.

Where is this?Within Sansheng?

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Sheng Zhao, it was that heroic woman, she wore a high ponytail, raised her eyebrows and smiled brightly: "You boy, you are really not afraid of death."

Sheng Zhao smiled: "I'm still afraid after all, I just know that I won't die."

Yes, Sheng Zhao had planned for a long time to play this play.

He has been thinking for a long time, and he has the white jade that Wu Yu left him in his heart. It is a high-quality healing spiritual jade, which is enough to save his life.

Enough for him to go back to Jianzong and wait until he is fully healed.

And the woman in front of him is also in his calculations.

The sword aura he sent out before he fell down carried Wu Yu's handwriting, accompanied by light and shadow. In the past, there was only one immortal in the world who could use it. Now that he uses this sword, this woman must recognize who he is.

Sure enough, Sheng Zhao caught it.

He wanted Jiang Qianzhou's heart.

Cultivation, he wants too.

Look, isn't the opportunity to be promoted to Nascent Soul coming soon?

Sheng Zhao smiled: "Sister, you hurt me so far, do you have any compensation?"

The woman crossed her chest and raised her eyebrows: "You used him to kill my incarnation, so you don't have to compensate me?"

Sheng Zhao spread his hands innocently: "Sister, you have to be reasonable. I didn't do it. I didn't want to kill you."

"And I know that the third-life realm will help you revive, otherwise, when my master came last time, you would have died long ago."

The woman became interested: "Master? Are you his apprentice?"

Sheng Zhao nodded, "Yes."

The woman said: "He is the only person in this world who is likely to ascend, not to mention that the spiritual energy in this world is dry. I admire him for being able to cultivate so far."

"And you..." She looked hesitant, but still swallowed what she wanted to say: "I won't argue with you anymore, I've already given you the compensation."

After finishing speaking, she sighed slightly: "I appreciate your courage, and I hope that in this life, you will get what you want even if you don't lose your heart."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, Sheng Zhao fell into darkness.

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