Vicious villains always roll over [Quick Transmigration]

"By the way, he's probably dead by now."

Lin Qingzong's disobedience suddenly turned into a sea of ​​blood, and the old blood froze into ice, which was immediately covered by new blood.All the spiritual plants were covered with condensed blood beads.

Mozun takes the entire Linqing sect as the formation and the entire spiritual vein as the source, he is the eye of the formation.

His heart is full of satisfaction, and he is about to take revenge for hundreds of years of imprisonment.

He is confident in the phantom array he personally set up, because it is filled with the souls and resentments of those who died in the mortal world.

Even a Mahayana cultivation base is hard to fly.

The formation is changeable, and if the moves of the people in the formation change, the formation will also adopt corresponding changes.The most powerful thing is that he can copy exactly the same attack.

Rong Ning was pulled to the ground by the formation.

The white-clothed friar's beautiful face is calm and composed, like a piece of wood, which has lost its joy and sorrow. In terms of swordsmanship, it releases a big move recklessly, which is harsh and consumes spiritual power.

Everything is copied back by the formation.

It is difficult for people to defeat themselves.

Mozun was very happy, he sat in the front of the formation, tripping up Rongning from time to time.

Under the double pressure of the formation and the Demon Lord, Rong Ning was knocked to the ground, his thin lips were pursed, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Like a broken magnolia.

There were bursts of tingling pain from the meridians with dry spiritual power.

Rong Ning stared blankly at the hairpin that was breaking in the palm, the sharp end pierced his palm, and the jade white was stained with blood.

His Miaomiao... is gone...

What is the meaning of his existence.

Rong Ning's eyes were blank, and then became hollow, and a kind of numbness appeared on his beautiful face.

Hanguang was very anxious, resisting the demon's attack.

In the next second, the faces of the demon cultivators changed.

The sky is getting darker, black clouds are gathered, and the darkness is bottomless. If the sky was still clear just now, the whole world is now surrounded by darkness, scrambling to swallow up all the light.

Dazzling purple thunder pierced the dull air.

Aura is gathering.

The moment Rong Ning lost Ji Miao, he became ruthless.

Pei Zhi sensed it naturally, and stopped to repair the wound.

What is love calamity? The arrangement of love calamity is that the way of heaven wants to change from being sentient to ruthless. First, it must destroy being, and then there will be nothing.

He had already arrived. He deduced it a few times, lost his cultivation, and his fate changed again and again. Rong Ning's fate was very strange. The previous calculation was completely inconsistent with the latter calculation. The former said that Rong Ning would fall.

Unwilling to give up, he deduced again, and suddenly there was a turning point in the fate chart, only a little red appeared in the center, and that turning point was love disaster.

He was afraid of making a mistake, so he did the calculation again, and finally concluded that his junior brother would ascend to the sky.

But there is a price, losing what you love, being alone, enjoying endless loneliness.

And the thunder robbery of his junior brother was linked to the fate of Lin Qingzong.

……

The Mozun in Zhenyan opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and the creases on his face were trembling.

"Crossing Tribulation."

From the middle period to the late period of Mahayana, one has to endure three thousand lightning calamities.

Everyone present will be affected.

The Mozun gritted his teeth, and just as he gave the order to retreat, a huge thunderbolt struck down.

The demon cultivators fled everywhere.

……

When Ji Miao came out, the ground was dilapidated, the cave collapsed, and the whole world was shrouded in darkness. He almost thought that he had changed another plane.

A sigh escaped from the thin red lips.

I'm afraid Shangyang Peak won't be able to live there.

Being pulled under his feet, Ji Miao lowered his eyes and saw the phantom beast with excellent eyesight.

When the little phantom saw its partner looking at him, it squeaked excitedly.

"Squeaky-"

Miaomiao, come with me, it's dangerous here.

Ji Miao couldn't understand, he was attacked as soon as he left the cave, but luckily the repaired hairpin saved him again.

Then he was dragged by the phantom beast and hid in a secret cave, which was the place where Lin Qingzong buried his spiritual veins.

If Xiao Jiujiu hadn't shouted in his mind, telling him to find Rong Ning, he wouldn't have come out.

Ji Miao stretched out her hand to grab the phantom beast by the back of its neck, and held it in front of it.

He was very good-looking, like a painting, and the Eudemons obediently picked him up.

"Zhizhizhi—": Miaomiao, don't lose me, huh.

"Don't follow me."

After he finished speaking, he threw the phantom beast away with force.

Turn around and look for Rong Ning.

[Host, can’t you go fast? If you’re one step late, your Taoist partner will die. By the way, I forgot to tell you that you can’t escape even if your Taoist partner is dead! 】

[He is a person from the upper realm, and once he dies, his memory will be restored. 】

[Host, you want to kill me at this speed!Inherit my negative points? ! 】

Little Jiujiu's eyes went dark, and he entered the little black room with honor. He was beaten to death by his wayward host.

People from the upper world?

That thing is more interesting.

There was a bit of interest in Ji Miao's heart.

Then he raised his eyes and saw the terrifying scene in front of him. Hundreds of mines selectively slashed in that direction.

Before reaching the center of Lei Jie, he could feel the tremendous pressure.

Rong Ning ran quite a distance, probably because he was determined to die.

Ji Miao called out the Wufang Sword, and Yujian flew towards the center of Lei Jie.

……

Rong Ning's face was calm, and he was still holding the broken white jade hairpin in his hand.

Looking at the demon cultivators running around, he used the little spiritual power left to pull them into the center of Thunder Tribulation one by one.

Those with low cultivation levels were chopped into ashes, while those with high cultivation levels were still resisting.

Mozun is someone who is used to big scenes, and the sharp ice blocked his way, and the formation was split by lightning long ago.

After losing half of his spiritual power, he was no match for Rong Ning. Rong Ning pressed him to the ground and sank three feet into the soil.

After doing this, the monk in white vomited blood, which dripped from the corner of his mouth onto his clothes, smearing bloody plum blossoms.

There is a dilapidated beauty.

Afterwards, he could no longer stand up because of the severe pain in his body, so he sat down cross-legged.

His spiritual power had been exhausted, he lowered his eyelids and looked at the hairpin in his palm.

On top of his head was the thunderous robbery, but he didn't even hear it, and he didn't even have the heart to resist.

He intends to seek death.

The first purple thunder that fell hit his left hand, his arm was instantly blackened, and his left hand was useless.

He was afraid that his only thought would be gone, so he put the broken hairpin on his chest, and closed his eyes with the only residual heat in his chest.

"Master, do you want to seek death?"

A clear voice came from his ears, and his ears immediately caught the familiar and joyful voice, and the thunder seemed to be far away.

"Master is stupid."

Ji Miao propped up the barrier, and watched Rong Ning open his eyes with a dazed expression.

Sighing escaped from her thin lips, Ji Miao took out something from the storage bag and caught Lei with difficulty.

Due to time constraints, those treasures that he did not exchange had an effect at this moment.

Rong Ning was afraid that he would be injured before, so he gave him many defensive spiritual tools in this world.

He opened them one by one, and before he finished, he was held in his arms.

If other monks in the comprehension world saw it, they would definitely feel terribly distressed. Anyway, in the system space, Xiao Jiujiu was so distressed that he bleeds.

Little Jiujiu: (д)

With his intact right hand, Rong Ning carefully touched the beautiful eyebrows of the boy in his arms.

As if dreaming: "It's hot."

The eyes of the monk in white were red, and there was a smoke scene in the south of the Yangtze River in his eyes, but it was just a smoke scene in the drizzle.

Cool tears slid down the cool and pale face, and was wiped away with the pulp of a beautiful and slender hand, leaving water stains.

"Master, don't cry."

Ji Miao touched Rong Ning's forehead, half-jokingly said: "If you cry again, my heart will be broken."

He has never seen Rong Ning cry, but someone who never cried suddenly burst into tears, that is, Miao's tolerance is still very high.

The thunder disaster above the head is getting worse and worse, and Jimiao, who is in the center of the thunder disaster, can no longer escape.

As soon as Rong Ning raised his hand, the injury on his left hand was healed instantly. As long as he wanted to, he could survive the thunder disaster.

The terrifying purple thunder struck down, roaring loudly, vowing to chop the people below into ashes.

Only then did Rong Ning hug Jimiao wholeheartedly.

"It looks like we're going to be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks."

The monk in white buried himself in Jimiao's arms, breathing lightly: "No."

He clasped Jimiao's hand, met Jimiao's black eyes, and returned to his chest with panic. With a wave of his hand, those thunders seemed to be driven by some kind of force, and they all went around them and turned to smash the demon. build.

Ji Miao's beautiful eyes were somewhat surprised.

The monk in white couldn't bear it, and kissed the young man's eyelid: "I am determined to die, no one will stop me, but with you here, I don't want to die."

What Rong Ning didn't say was that the thunder tribulation in the later stage of Mahayana seemed useless to him.

As long as he wants, he can fly up anytime.

but……

He squinted his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Miaomiao, you are my life."

……

[Ding—add five to the blackening value, and now the blackening value is one hundred. Congratulations to Zi... the tasker... 嗞... for completing the task... zi... whether... 嗞... to leave...]

The next moment, the main system seemed to be malfunctioning, and a strong electric current sounded, causing Miao to have a headache and frown slightly.

"What happened. 』

"Mission? Escape?"

There was a bit of danger in the cold and puzzled voice.

The slender hands seemed to be as cold as jade.

"Miaomiao...want to leave me?"

Xiao Jiujiu: It's over!

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