Vicious villains always roll over [Quick Transmigration]

The black-eyed Moxiu smiled really badly.

Ji Miao ignored the stinging pain coming from his chin, stretched out his slender hand to grab Moxiu's wrist, pulled hard on his phalanges, and pulled the cold and pale hand away with spiritual power.

took a few steps back.

The corners of her mouth curled up, as beautiful as peach blossoms, and a certain emotion danced in her eyes: "You smile so ugly."

The spiritual pressure spread to the surroundings, and the faces of those monks with dull eyes became extremely pale, tiny cracks appeared on the skin, and the oozing blood dripped to the ground.

Ye Zhuo even used his whole body's spiritual power to resist the spiritual pressure, tiny beads of sweat were forced out on his forehead, and his lips turned white.

Facing the powerful spiritual pressure, Ji Miao still has the leisure to call out the Wufang Sword.

He looked at Moxiu who was suddenly motionless with a strange expression.

"Blockhead? 』

[Host, don't you feel it? 】

Xiao Jiujiu was already preparing for the death of her own host.

"How should I feel? 』

The young man is reckless, holding the Wufang sword, the jade-white hairpin is cold under the lingling light, and the circulating light falls in his eyes.

Flying towards the chest of the black-eyed magic cultivator.

Suddenly his face turned pale, and he fell to the ground like a broken peach petal.

The black-eyed Moxiu stepped down from his seat, walked in front of Jimiao, put away the leaked spiritual pressure, and looked at the young man on the ground with disdain: "Ant."

"Ants?"

Ji Miao raised her head, the tails of her eyes were smudged reddish, mixed with a bit of scarlet.

"Master Mozun, be careful of ants."

Ji Miao spoke lightly and loudly, and it fluttered into the ears of the black-eyed Moxiu.

Like a newborn plumage, he moved his eardrums, and the black-eyed Moxiu paused for a moment.

Before Moxiu could react, the Wufang sword had already shone with spiritual power, piercing Moxiu's chest silently, and the pure aura made him stunned.

A small pool of black blood flowed out.

Sizzling with black air, Ji Miao stood up easily, because of the stimulation, thin red climbed up his cheeks, and his complexion was unbelievably beautiful.

He casually rubbed his stinging chin, his nerves keenly receiving the pain.

Gee.

subject to human feelings.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his chapped lips casually, forming a seductive sheen on the surface.

The black-eyed Moxiu stared at him for a while, and finally said inexplicably, "I've changed my mind."

The Wufang sword was stripped from Moxiu's body little by little, and Ji Miao immediately mobilized all the spiritual power in his body to control the Wufang sword.

The two started a tug of war.

The sword trembled constantly in their spiritual power.

[You can't beat the host. 】

"I know. 』

In the end, the Wufang sword was bounced sharply against the wall, scoring eight points.

The spiritual energy was blocked, that is, the spiritual power in Miao's body was a little messy.

The wrist was clamped by Moxiu.

Pulling out the white jade hairpin on Ji Miao's head, the circulating inscription emerged.

As soon as Moxiu's hand touched the hairpin, his cold and pale palm turned black.

"Rongning's anti-spirit formation?"

"He really values ​​you."

Mo Xiu narrowed his black eyes dangerously.

"I heard that Merren is the best stove for dual cultivation."

"I want to pamper you and heal my wound."

……

Under the leadership of Mozun, the demon cultivators outside quickly regained their vitality, and the immortal cultivators entered the world one by one to protect the mortal world.

But most of those cultivators came from the Linqing Sect, and only a small number were sent from other sects.

……

Ji Miao looked up at the wall.

I also tried to touch it with my hands, but the black air bounced back.

[Host, are you panicking? 】

[Host, do you want to change something? 】

[Host, as long as you exchange the treasure that Rong Ning gave you, the system will help you escape. 】

Xiao Jiujiu brainwashes Jimiao tirelessly.

【Host……】

"it is good. 』

Xiao Jiujiu: !!!∑(°Д°ノ)ノ

Watching Jimiao take out a bunch of treasures, watching Jimiao pick and choose at random, and finally choose one, Xiao Jiujiu hurriedly exchanged it.

Three points.

"Give me a pill that resists all medicines, but the body is already Chinese medicine in the eyes of outsiders. 』

Xiao Jiujiu: ... the host, please stop making trouble.

Under the threat of Jimiao, Xiao Jiujiu reluctantly exchanged it, and the three points just happened to be exchanged.

Seeing Xiao Jiujiu deflated, Ji Miao laughed viciously.

"These are still useful to me. 』

He swallowed the pill.

Even Miao didn't know how long she had been imprisoned.

The spiritual door suddenly opened, and Ye Zhuo appeared at the door.

Ye Zhuo's eyes reflected the boy's appearance: "Come out, that demon cultivator wants to see you."

The young man came out, looked at Ye Zhuo, and said with emotion: "You are not dead yet, where are the other peak masters?"

Ye Zhuo said nothing.

He was asked by the black-eyed demon cultivator to take Jimiao there.

A few traces of madness appeared in his eyes, and finally he just said lightly: "Today should be the memorial day for you and Rong Ning."

This was originally the fate of the two of them in the last life. If it hadn't been broken by Jimiao, the matter would not have developed to this day.

Thinking that both of them will die, and he will inherit all of Rongning's things, his face can't help but twist.

He was right.

Ji Miao stroked the Wufang Sword, the protagonist is sometimes mentally retarded.

As soon as he entered, he was sucked in by a strong suction force.

As soon as his sight changed, there was soft cloth under his body, and the black-eyed Moxiu on his body seemed to be in a bad condition.

Magic lines appeared on the face, and the black eyes turned into red pupils, which looked a little weird.

Disordered breath.

"This is mine."

"Hundreds of years ago, I was hurt by your Taoist companion, and now it is up to you to pay back."

Moxiu took out a jade bottle from his bosom and wanted to pour it down forcefully, but Ji Miao obediently drank it.

The taste is a bit sweet.

Moxiu was a little surprised: "If you keep this thing and drink it, you can experience the fun of it."

Ye Zhuo at the door saw this scene with mockery in his eyes, this impostor must die.

Thinking about turning around and leaving, it was time for him to find Rongning.

[Host, do you want to ri him? 】

In Xiao Jiujiu's mind, the host of his family has never been inferior.

Ji Miao's slender fingers brushed Moxiu's neck, which made Moxiu a little vigilant.

The effect of the medicine gradually increased, her fair skin was covered with red, her eyes were shining, her lips were as red as blood, and even her finger bones showed a deceptive redness.

The beauty of the world, but so.

When Moxiu thought that Rong Ning's Taoist companion was under him, he couldn't help but want to jump in without hesitation.

Ji Miao stopped Moxiu from trying to pull his clothes away.

Sticking it to Mozun's ear, the exhaled breath was scorching hot.

"Ugly things, you deserve it too?"

When Moxiu had someone say this, black air floated in the air: "You will know later whether I am worthy or not."

……

Ye Zhuo cut his clothes, smeared other people's blood, and stumbled out.

Not long after he left, a deserted breath rushed towards him.

There was a bone-chilling voice.

"Ye Zhuo, have you seen... other people."

There was emotion on Rong Ning's usually cold and beautiful face.

He didn't scan Ye Zhuo with his spiritual sense to check Ye Zhuo's injuries.

The phantom beast in his hand rattled.

"Miao..."

Ya changed his words in a hurry, and hurriedly said: "He... is near here..."

Ye Zhuo's lips were pale, he looked extremely weak, and his eyes were a bit worried: "Moxiu injured several peak masters, and died several juniors and younger sisters..."

"That's Miao."

There was some pain in Ye Zhuo's eyes: "He was captured by the demon cultivator... The disciple tried his best to resist, but the junior brother was still captured..."

Hanguang sensed his master's unsteady mood, and trembled slightly.

Ye Zhuo raised his eyes, Rong Ning had disappeared, he relaxed, thinking of the phantom beast just now, he lowered his eyes.

Useless things like this are useless to him anyway.

Ye Zhuo left without any regrets.

He knew that the newly released Mozun couldn't kill Rong Ning in his heyday, but what he wanted was not Rong Ning's death, but Rong Ning's injury.

……

Inside the hall, there was a mess, and Ji Miao wiped off the blood from her lips, feeling a little evil.

In Xiao Jiujiu's wailing, one after another of the best and extremely aggressive babies were thrown at Moxiu.

Sweat slips off.

Wufang Sword couldn't resist the Moxiu who was equivalent to half of the Mahayana period, and was stepped on the sole of his foot by Moxiu.

Ji Miao still has time to talk.

[Is there anything that keeps him from lifting. 】

『Host, just kick him there. 』

Xiao Jiujiu was a little bit weird, and blamed the host for throwing away most of the treasures that could be exchanged for points.

"good idea. 』

Ji Miao laughed badly.

Little Jiujiu:?

That is to say, Miao pretended to be invincible.

The unparalleled young man knelt down on the ground.

Moxiu became more vigilant, scanned with his divine sense, and found that the body of the person in front of him was seriously damaged, and he raised his eyebrows sullenly: "I wanted to give you a good time, but you are looking for death."

When Moxiu came over, Ji Miao charged up.

"so hard……"

Little Jiujiu:?

Before Moxiu came back to his senses, Ji Miao called back the Wufang Sword.

The hand holding the sword trembled a little.

"Just castrate it. 』

The boy's cold voice sounded in the system space.

Xiao Jiujiu shivered.

Ji Miao was entangled with Moxiu, his body was seriously injured, and he could only try not to use his spiritual power.

Although he can't defeat Moxiu, Rong Ning has given him a lot of things to protect himself.

The spirit rope wrapped around Moxiu's hands and feet, and was torn apart in a while.

Moxiu had had enough of cat-and-mouse games, and finally ran out of patience.And Ji Miao also waited until this time.

Even though there are many holes in the body, the body can no longer withstand the spiritual power attack.

After the white jade hairpin blocked the black-eyed Moxiu's blow, it broke to the ground.

There was no trace of pain on Ji Miao's face, but he felt a little happy in his heart.

His complexion was alluring because of the effect of the medicine.

Ji Miao held the sword, smiled wantonly, and watched Moxiu pounce.

Then someone hugged the waist and watched Moxiu go away.

"Who disturbs my eunuch! 』

Little Jiujiu: ...

"Rong Ning!"

When the black-eyed Demon Lord saw the figure of the monk in white, his former enemy was in front of him, and he was furious immediately.

The white-clothed monk's handsome complexion was extremely ugly, his beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, blood appeared in his pale eyes, and his thin lips were tightly pursed, showing a pale color.

The spiritual energy in his hand poured into Jimiao's body, and when he touched it, he found that the meridians in the boy's body were in disarray, as if he had just left.

He never tires of trouble, the powerful Mahayana cultivator only dared to be cautious when opening his aura, combing and repairing the youth's veins over and over again.

Never dare to stop for a moment.

Seeing people ignoring him like this, Mozun charged up a black energy to hit the monk in white.

The friar in white followed him with eyes behind him and caught it.

Ji Miao saw that Rong Ning's face was extremely pale, and she didn't feel anything after adding the medicine just after the fight.

When the spiritual power poured in continuously, once his body relaxed, he found himself in great pain.

"Miaomiao..."

There was a little begging in a slightly deserted voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person in his arms.

The body was overwhelmed, and Miao's eyes went black.

Before he was black, he still wanted to eunuch.

This is his second gaffe.

The black-eyed Moxiu seemed to have discovered something, and he looked up to the sky and laughed happily: "Rong Ning, you also have today."

"I didn't expect that you valued a spirit so much."

The monk in white immediately closed his eyes, his expression incredibly calm.

His eyes were also closed, and a dark blue shadow fell.

He protected Jimiao's heart.

Fortunately, but also unfortunately.

Ya huddled aside, his aura was flying around, the aura belonging to a Mahayana monk made him breathless.

It was the first time he saw Rong Ning angry.

Surrounded by ice and snow, the bone-piercing cold invaded every inch of his skin.

Eyebrows were stained with hoarfrost, Ya seemed to be frozen to death at this moment.

The only person present who was not invaded by the cold air was the person in Rong Ning's arms.

The black-eyed demon cultivator tried his best, but he didn't hurt Rong Ning in the slightest.

He had already forgotten his hatred for Rong Ning.

Panic replaced contemptuous glances.

After all, he is only half of the Demon Lord.

He tore open the space to escape.

When he arrived in the space, even if Rong Ning had great abilities, he would never be able to catch him!

The black-eyed magic cultivator's body was suddenly frozen, leaving only the black eyes moving.

Eyes wide open, with unbelievable.

It's impossible, it's impossible for Rong Ning to catch him in space.

Only the upper realm can control the space of the lower realm.

unless……

Rongning is still...

"die."

With a fluttering sentence, the black-eyed Moxiu watched his body crack open inch by inch.

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