I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

Rong Huai woke up from a coma.

When he opened his eyes, dazzling light came from all directions. He closed his eyes, waited for a while, and opened them again.

He was in a square hall, the walls made of piles were as smooth as a mirror, the brighter the light outside, the brighter the inside.

Rong Huai is no stranger to this place, this is the place where Tian Yanzong holds a sect meeting every time.

Lying under him is Sect Master Yan's Taiqing Throne.

The whole hall was silent, Rong Huai wanted to sit up but was powerless, and slid down the back of the chair. He asked the system in his mind: "What happened after Ying Zhu brought me out of Qingxue Hall?"

The system waited in fear for a day and a night before Rong Huai woke up, and immediately broadcast the live broadcast to him: "Ying Zhu opened the channel between the Demon Realm and the Realm of Comprehension, led demon soldiers and generals to invade the Realm of Comprehension, and all the sects desperately resisted. There is no power to fight back.”

"It makes sense," Rong Huai said.

The world of comprehension kills the demon lord of the ninth world. As the tenth world, Ying Zhu will definitely take revenge on the world of comprehension with the inherited memory. In the original plot, after the reincarnation of the tenth demon master, the demon body becomes great and invades the world of comprehension. Both sides will fight you I'm so sad.

But now Ying Zhu is Ah Yan, how can the devil in the original plot be compared with him?It is also expected that the cultivation world will be defeated like a mountain.

Rong Huai asked: "How is Tian Yanzong?"

"Tianyanzong was the worst, and it was the first to fall." Thinking about it now, the system still feels terrified: "Everyone is locked up now. It seems that Ying Zhu intends to set up the base camp here, and the prisoners of other sects are also arrested. Transported here to be imprisoned..."

Rong Huai had a general understanding of his post-coma progress. He still remembered that in Qingxue Temple, Qiu Shui said that if he didn't get the pure spiritual root to save his life that night, Ji Yunmin would die, so he asked, "Is Ji Yunmin dead?" ?”

"Hey, no." The system checked it and was also surprised: "Not only did he not die, but he escaped the danger of his life. He deserves to be the child of luck."

Rong Huai didn't take Ji Yunmin seriously. His focus now is on Ying Zhu. Ying Zhu is an outright crazy critic. Even if it's to provoke him, he must be careful.

Just thinking about Ying Zhu, the person arrived.

A tall figure stepped in from the palace gate, holding a bloodthirsty heavy knife, and walked in step by step with bare feet. I don't know how many monks he killed in this day and night. Ying Zhu's body was stained with blood, and his scarlet pupils focused on Rong Huai's face.

Ying Zhu's whole body was full of evil spirits, the system was too scared to look at it anymore, Rong Huai frowned, he was still unable to move.

"I told you earlier that you are not allowed to hang out with your master anymore, but you didn't hear it," Ying Zhu shook the heavy knife, and the blood on the knife seemed to be rained, soaking the floor tiles. Turning bright red, he turned his head to look at Rong Huai, "But if you promise to kill him yourself, I can let the past go."

As he spoke, he threw down a sword on the ground with a bang. The blade was like moonlight, frost and snow. It was Qiu Shuiyang's natal spirit sword.

Rong Huai: "You are dreaming."

Ying Zhu laughed, his blood-red eyes were as thick as ink, he grabbed Rong Huai's neck and said coldly, "Since you don't want to do it yourself, I can do it for you."

Rong Huai felt light all over, and fell into Ying Zhu's arms. The picture in front of him turned like a kaleidoscope, and they were standing in an ancient temple.

This is the place where the Tianyan Sect paid homage to the ancestors, but now it has become a prison for the disciples of the Tianyan Sect. will also be sent here.

The monks of various sects tried to break the ban and break out, but no matter what methods they tried, it was of no avail.

As soon as Ying Zhu appeared, a monk screamed: "I recognize the heavy knife in his hand, he is the devil Lord Ying Zhu!" The monks present were in an uproar, and they all retreated a few steps at the same time.

"He is the one who imprisoned me here."

"He is an unprecedentedly powerful demon lord. None of the great powers in our sect's distraction period are his enemies."

"Hush—he's looking over here."

Facing the demon lord Ying Zhu who turned the comprehension world upside down, everyone was filled with anger, and felt humiliated by being locked up here, but most of them still looked away in fear.

Ying Zhu didn't care about their eyes at all. He hugged Rong Huai and stepped into the main hall. Inside the ancient temple was the ancestral hall. Most of the disciples of Tianyan Sect gathered here. Sect Master Yan led the elders and disciples to kneel on the futons to pray to their ancestors. .

The immortal sect disciples who used to be aloof in the past are all disgraced at this moment, obviously suffering a blow from the battle with the Demon Realm.

Only Immortal Venerable Qingxue was sitting on one side, his white clothes were not stained with dust, and he still looked indifferent and calm.When Ying Zhu stepped into the palace door with Rong Huai in his arms, his calm expression finally changed slightly.

Sect Master Yan stood up from the futon and said in a deep voice, "It's the devil!"

He accumulated the powerful skills of the Transcending Tribulation Period in his palm, and slapped Ying Zhu directly with his palm, wanting to kill him off guard, but Ying Zhu had already become a demon body, and gods and demons did not invade him, so he slapped him with a mere palm No response.

On the contrary, Sect Master Yan was seriously injured and fell down straight after he slapped him.

"Sect Master!" The disciples rushed to help him.

Rong Huai looked around and found that Ji Yunmin was not in the inner hall, Wen Yuanzhou looked at him worriedly, Rong Huai bent the corners of his lips towards him, signaling him not to worry.Just as he was about to look away, he was caught off guard by a pair of familiar and hateful gazes. He had no memory of the original owner, but he could tell that the thin-faced disciple and the original owner must have had old grievances.

"The host guessed right," the system said: "After all, the original owner is hated by thousands of people. There are too many enemies at ordinary times. For example, the thin-faced disciple performed abnormally in the competition, and the original owner took the lead in laughing at him, so he hated you. .”

Rong Huai rubbed the center of his eyebrows subconsciously, so he realized later that his body could move.

The thin-faced disciple didn't let go of this opportunity, and immediately jumped out and reprimanded sharply: "Junior Brother Rong, you are so close to the demon lord, you must have betrayed the sect a long time ago!"

Wen Yuanzhou immediately denied it: "Absolutely impossible!"

The faces of the elders of Tianyan Sect were dark, and they were quite skeptical when they thought about it. The disciples also glared at Rong Huai, "I was surprised at the sudden appearance of the devil in the sect." It's not that Ronghuai is cooperating with others." "Junior Rong is indeed the biggest suspect."

Hearing the discussions among the disciples next to him, the thin-faced disciple suddenly froze before his complacent expression appeared on his face.

"It's really noisy!"

With a wave of Ying Zhu's hand, the ground of the ancestral hall cracked open, and countless bones tore through the floor tiles and rose up from the ground, entangled the thin-faced disciple's feet like vines, and dragged him to the ground.

The thin-faced disciple just woke up like a dream. He drew his sword and wanted to cut off the bones, and the disciples beside him also helped, but just as one was cut, another one appeared, and even a raging fire burst out. It wrapped around his waist and neck like a fire vine, and the crackling sound of the scorched flesh made his scalp numb, and he gradually lost the ability to resist.

He could only stretch out his hand desperately, and screamed in horror, "Help me——"

Everything happened so quickly that the people beside him had nothing to do, and the thin-faced disciple could only watch himself sink into the ground in great fear.

The disciples of Tianyan Sect present shuddered, and the huge ancestral hall was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

No one dared to denounce Rong Huai as a traitor.

The burnt smell of the skin-thin disciple's flesh still lingered in the ancestral hall, Ying Zhu put down Ronghuai, and kissed the line of his neck affectionately: "Give you another chance, kill your master, or I Do it yourself."

The long sword made of frost and snow was thrown on the ground.

When everyone present heard what he said, they gasped and dared not speak out, Qiu Shuiyang's calm eyes fell on Rong Huai and finally trembled slightly.

Ying Zhu wanted Rong Huai to kill Qiu Shuiyang himself not just out of pleasure, monks cultivated the heart of Taoism, and paid attention to cause and effect. Killing teachers and relatives will produce demons, and if Rong Huai gives birth to demons, he will be killed. Ying Zhu is at the mercy of her will and is forever controlled by her heart demon.

Ying Zhu doesn't understand feelings, the way he wants to get Rong Huai is to induce Rong Huai to fall into the devil.

Rong Huai also knew Ying Zhu's thoughts very well. He bent down and picked up the long sword. The blade was cold to the touch, and his whole body was as sharp and white as if made of ice and snow. It was also light in weight.

Qiu Shuiyang was also seriously injured, and sat there, watching him approaching calmly.

Wen Yuanzhou couldn't help but said: "Junior Brother Rong!"

His body trembled slightly, and he was ready to stop him, he must not let Rong Huai make a big mistake!

The atmosphere in the ancestral hall was almost stagnant, Rong Huai walked up to Qiu Shuiyang with a sword in his hand and stood still, and said with a smile on his lips: "When Master wanted to take my spiritual root yesterday, did you ever think that today I will be Daozu and you will be fish?"

The voice is calm and gentle, like a swaying soft wind.

The disciples present nervously watched the scene in front of them, Qiu Shui said, "No." His voice was still calm and cold.

"I'm really jealous," Rong Huai murmured, "Obviously I have done so much for Master, but Master still only sees Junior Brother Ji..."

In this situation, it may be a rare physical weakness. Qiu Shuiyang's heart moved, and before he could judge his emotions, Rong Huai backhanded a sword intent and stabbed at Ying Zhu who was watching with folded arms, "But I... still can't do anything to Master. .”

Facing the oncoming sword light, the smile on Ying Zhu's lips narrowed, and anger rose in his chest. He never thought that Rong Huai would swing the sword at him for the sake of Qiu Shuiyang. His anger swallowed him up in an instant.

The mere sword intent could not leave any traces on his demon body.

As soon as Rong Huai's sword touched Ying Zhu's body, the criss-crossing magic lines suddenly snaked up the bright sword body, and the sword body forged by the casting master poured his heart and soul into pieces in an instant.

"I gave you a chance," Ying Zhu suddenly stretched out his hand to strangle Rong Huai's slender neck, and the coercion around him suddenly increased, condensing to a disgusting level, and even the relatively low-level disciples vomited blood and fell into a coma.

Seeing that Rong Huai's hands were twisted behind his back and his neck was tightly bound, Qiu Shui's calm expression finally changed. He resisted the backlash from the shattered natal spirit sword, regardless of the blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. Taking off the hem of her snow-white clothes, she tried her best to support her body: "...don't hurt him! If you let him go, I am willing to sever my spiritual vein."

At this moment, Ying Zhu couldn't hear other voices in his mind at all. To be precise, it was like a sea of ​​jealousy. He was so angry that he could only accommodate the person in front of him, and everyone else faded away in his mind——

Why exactly?

Why would you rather hurt me than him?

Would you rather like other people than look at me more?

Ying Zhu hugged Ronghuai, and a blanket of red mist enveloped him. He waited for him to leave the others before he began to pant, and fell to the ground in a crooked manner.

The natal spirit sword turned into powder, Qiu Shui's heart was severely injured, and he couldn't hold it anymore and passed out. Until the last moment, his eyes were still fixed on the red mist that gradually dissipated.

"Rong, Huai..."

The system was puzzled: "Wu Cao, Qiu Shui is also tempted by the host, right?",