The male protagonist I slag is reborn [Quick Transmigration]

Lin Konglu clenched the hilt of his sword, looking at the demons and ghosts who were constantly being sucked into the formation, his expression became colder, and the sound transmission said to Wu Ci: "I'm fine, but I may need your cooperation to help lure out a few mice."

Wu Ci instantly understood what he was going to do, but his brows were furrowed, still worried.

Lin Konglu stood up holding the sword, and suddenly slashed at the demon attacking them.In an instant, demonic blood splattered everywhere.

Wu Ci immediately pulled him behind him, blocked the blood with his palm, and said in a low voice, "Don't move, I'll take care of it."

After saying that, he unleashed both swords, the might of the sword shook the heavens and the earth, the sword intent filled the entire magic circle, and the evil spirits and ghosts were strangled to death with one move.

The blood that fell on the ground merged into a trickle, flowing meanderingly, and the smell of blood and coldness filled the entire space.

Seeing the blood, Lin Konglu's face turned pale.

Wu Ci frowned, and realized that this formation was quite different from the previous life, and should have been improved. He was about to find a way to break the formation, when suddenly there was a gust of wind in the formation, and countless demons were involved, attacking them frantically.

The formation seems to strengthen the power of the monsters, and at the same time plunder their power.

Lin Konglu hurriedly drew his sword to fight together, and in an instant, the sword light in the formation was like rain.

But the demons kill more and more, and even the dead will be "resurrected" by the array, becoming walking dead and continuing to attack.

The blood on the ground meandered towards them, forming a strange new formation.

One trick, two tricks...

Lin Konglu became more and more exhausted as he fought, his beautiful eyes gradually lost their luster, as if he had lost his sanity in the killing.

He finally couldn't hold it anymore and landed on one knee, panting hard.

After Wu Ci strangled all the monsters in the formation with another move, he turned around and saw him kneeling on the ground with a sword in one hand, all dressed in red, as if seeing a nightmare from a previous life.

"Little deer!" Panic flashed in his eyes, and Yufeng came to Lin Konglu.

Lin Konglu raised his eyes, his eyes were empty, and suddenly he drew his sword, the sword was merciless, and the cold light hit Wu Ci's throat.

Wu Ci's pupils shrank suddenly, he raised his hand to block the sword light, clamped the sword body with both fingers at the same time, and asked in a tight voice: "Xiaolu, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Konglu drew his sword and attacked again, as if he had completely lost consciousness and was driven by the evil formation.

Wu Ci couldn't break through the formation for a while, and he wasn't afraid of hurting Lin Konglu, so he could only back down and deal with it, fighting very hard.

But at this moment, trickling trickles of demonic blood suddenly wrapped around his wrists and ankles like thin snakes, making it even more difficult for him to move.

Wu Ci frowned, seeing Lin Konglu's sword coming again, he shouted anxiously: "Xiaolu, wake up!"

The edge of the sword stopped less than a finger's width from the side of his neck. Lin Konglu held the hilt of the sword, and a moment of confusion flashed in his empty eyes.

In the depths of the magic palace, the old man with white beard and hair finally got up and said to Xuan Cang: "It's ok, I will take care of the rest myself."

Xuan Cang has a suspicious personality, upon hearing this, he asked in a deep voice, "Why didn't you just kill Sui Yuan?"

The old man shook his head: "I can't kill you, and neither can you, only he can."

He raised his finger to the red-clothed Lin Konglu in the Shadow Transmission Stone.

Xuan Cang frowned: "Then why did he stop?"

"I still need some fire," the old man said indifferently, "I am here to light this fire. As for your lord, I can use this opportunity to deal with the divine soldiers who came to attack the demon world."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

Xuancang's expression was obviously unswerving, but he didn't say anything, and walked out of the magic palace.Not long after they left one after another, there was a muffled sound from the underground prison of the Demon Palace.

In the formation of Xuanyin Mountain, Lin Konglu and Wu Ci were still in a stalemate.Wu Ci secretly tried his best to break free from the shackles of the devil's blood, but he was strangled more and more tightly.

At this time, an old man in white appeared in the formation.He was neither a demon nor a ghost, walking slowly while chanting an unknown incantation.

There was a gust of gloomy wind, and the dust mixed with blood flew up. The old man seemed to be covered with a layer of light, without any dust and blood. He closed his eyes slightly as he walked, like a god-man.

In the sound of his slow chanting, Lin Konglu's mind seemed to be awakened, he raised his hand to cover his head, his figure swayed, and suddenly he staggered back holding the sword.

"Little deer." Wu Ci's voice was tight, his eyes full of worry.

The old man in white had already walked in front of the two of them at this moment, and suddenly stopped chanting the mantra, and raised his hand, as if to touch Lin Konglu's head.

Lin Konglu just took a step back, raised his head, his eyes were blank: "Who are you...?"

The old man had a loving expression on his face, and he said, "I am an envoy of God, your loyal follower."

"God...envoy?" Lin Konglu murmured.

The old man nodded, and said in a low voice as if brainwashed: "You are the god of the main world, and we have the supreme faith."

0687: "It's numb." Reveal it, reveal it all.

Lin Konglu's eyes were still blank, as if his mind was being controlled.

"We enshrine you, believe in you, and pray for your strength. We are your most loyal believers and people, but one day..." The old man's tone suddenly changed, and he spoke faster, "The greedy human tyrant covets your power, and he destroys you. They stormed the temple, massacred believers, and took away your power, trapping you in a small world to torture you, life after life without a good end.”

0687:"???"

"We have been looking for you and want to save you," the old man sighed. "Fortunately, we finally found it."

"You..." Lin Konglu looked blank.

"Xiao Lu, don't trust him." Wu Ci said anxiously.

The old man finally looked at him, his benevolent and peaceful eyes were gloomy and cold, and when he spoke again, his tone was still kind: "He is that tyrant."

He pointed to Wu Ci and said, Wu Ci was stunned.

0687 muttered: "This is too good to blow."

Lin Konglu mechanically turned his head and looked at Wu Ci with blank eyes.

Wu Ci froze and opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.His mind suddenly fell into confusion, is he really that kind of person?

"He took your power," the old man said slowly again, in a low voice, like a spell to control the mind, "You should take back your power and kill him again."

"Kill... him?" Lin Konglu repeated unconsciously.

"Yes, kill him." The old man continued as if reciting a spell, "This is the punishment for heresy. Anyone who doesn't believe in God deserves to die."

"Then do you believe it?" Lin Konglu asked suddenly, his tone mechanical and his expression blank.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, and subconsciously said, "I am your loyal believer."

"Oh." Lin Konglu suddenly curled his lips into a chuckle, "The god told you to die, do you listen?"

The old man's face changed suddenly, but the next moment, Lin Konglu raised his palm and hit him directly in the heart, and his face returned to normal at the same time.

Wu Ci also broke free from the shackles of the devil's blood in an instant, and used Qi to move the sword, and the sword pierced the old man's heart.

"You! You—" The old man staggered back, spitting blood, his face pale.

Lin Konglu tilted his head and smiled lightly at Wu Ci: "The acting is not bad."

Wu Ci looked a little helpless.

Lin Konglu turned his head and looked at the old man again, his eyes turned cold: "You are the bishop, right? It's really not easy to lure you out."

"Haven't your memory been washed away?" The old man gritted his teeth, already knowing that he had been fooled.

Lin Konglu snorted softly, seeing that his body was clearly dead but still able to move, he knew that he was different from those people in the temple before, and immediately mobilized the power of his soul to kill his conscious body.

The bishop noticed that red light erupted all over his body to resist instantly, and at the same time controlled the magic blood in the formation to surround Lin Konglu.

The foul-smelling and heavy blood gas rushed towards him, making Lin Konglu's face pale for a while.But he and Wu Ci raised their palms at the same time, breaking through the blood mask in an instant.

"You think I'm still afraid of blood?" Lin Konglu walked towards the bishop through the blood fog.

Wu Ci frowned and enveloped a layer of true energy around him, so that the blood mist didn't get on him at all.

Every time Lin Konglu took a step, the power of his soul increased by one point, eliminating the red light all over the bishop.

The body of the bishop is dead, but the consciousness still exists tenaciously. He said with difficulty: "Why? We provide for you faithfully, but you choose a tyrant who doesn't believe in God at all? You betrayed your believers..."

"God doesn't need believers," Lin Konglu frowned, "You are just doing things to satisfy your own desires in the name of God."

"Heh...heh..." The bishop gasped for breath, and a powerful burst of power suddenly erupted in his consciousness.

Lin Konglu raised his hand, and the boundless power of the soul was pressed down at the same time.

Seeing that the small world was shaking again and was about to collapse, 0687 hastily reminded: "Host, please be quiet."

Lin Konglu paused and said, "I will try my best."

A burst of dazzling white light flashed, and the world returned to peace.

After a long time, Wu Ci put down his hand covering his eyes, and looked at Lin Konglu with complicated eyes in surprise.

Lin Konglu coughed lightly, and said: "I have already got the sword, Xuancang will leave it to you to deal with it."

Wu Ci remembered what he had promised before, and his mood became more complicated, so he nodded lightly and said, "Okay."

But just as he was about to leave, he couldn't help but turn around, and Chi asked, "You...won't you leave."

Lin Konglu put away Zhu Shenjian, walked over, looked at him with a smile and said, "Of course I will go together, but I'm tired, so I won't make any further moves."

Wu Ci breathed a sigh of relief, and there seemed to be light in his eyes, but after a long time, he only held his hand tightly, and said softly again: "Okay."

Lin Konglu didn't have a sword, stepped on Wu Ci's sword, and leaned against his back, as if he was really tired.

Wu Cifei was very careful, and tried to pull him into his arms several times to hold him more firmly, but he didn't speak.

0687 asked curiously in his mind: "Host, is that... bishop dead?"

Lin Konglu closed his eyes and said, "It's hard to say, I took a lot of effort in the end."

Lu Weixi didn't die last time, and this bishop is obviously better than Lu Weixi.

"However, even if he didn't die, he should be disabled, and then just leave it to your tyrant to deal with it." Lin Konglu said again.

0687: "Uh."

"Well, host, the male master... is he really His Majesty the Tyrant?" It asked cautiously again.

Lin Konglu: "Bold, didn't you say before that you can't be called a tyrant?"

0687 "Xin" Xu: "...I didn't hear you shouting that."

Lin Konglu: "Can you be like me?"

0687:"……"

"Is that so?" it asked curiously.

Lin Konglu didn't say anything, just said: "I don't know, am I losing my memory?"

0687:"……"

Xuanyin Mountain is located on the edge of the mountain in the Ghost Realm. After the white light disappeared, Lu Weixi shook his head and chuckled: "The bishop may be in danger this time."

Behind him, Chen Qi asked worriedly, "Is God alright?"

Lu Weixi shook his head: "Of course it's okay, the commotion is so loud... Forget it, let's go."

Chen Qi hesitated: "Where are you going?"

Lu Weixi was silent, and said after a long time: "Back to the main world."

He guessed that the god and the tyrant should be returning soon.

However, the actual situation is exactly the opposite of Lu Weixi's guess.Lin Konglu has no plans to leave for the time being. He has always done things from beginning to end. Wu Ci's blackening value has not dropped yet. Can he leave?

If you want to go, you have to take Wu Ci with you.

Furthermore, although Wu Ci's soul fragments have been collected, they are still cracked and not fused.If you want to fuse, it is estimated that the blackening value will also need to be reduced to zero.

At this moment, Wu Ci had reached the top of the battle between the gods and demon armies, and Lin Konglu looked down at the dark demon army and the magic soldiers in white battle clothes, and suddenly reminded: "I have not been refined into a sword spirit, and the ending is the same as that of my previous life." no the same."

Wu Ci froze, and slowly turned his head to look at him.

Lin Konglu smiled at him, and continued: "I can stay in this world for a long time, and if I leave, I can take you with me, not to other small worlds, but to the main world. In addition, I am not trapped, you don't have to Think about helping me get rid of my fate, sacrificing this mess for me."

Wu Ci kept staring at him stiffly, as if fireworks exploded in his mind.After a long time, he finally came back to his senses, understood the meaning of Lin Konglu's words, and suddenly held his hand tightly.

0687 said anxiously in Lin Konglu's mind: "If he is really a tyrant, no no, I mean His Majesty the Emperor, then he must be brought back...Ding, the blackening value is 1."

The system was stunned, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Lin Konglu let out a long sigh of relief. Finally, this blackening value, which is as stubborn as a tortoise, can be counted as moving.

"Ding, the blackening value is 11235..."

0687: Help, the chip is going to burn.