I play all the villains alone [Transmigration Book]

Among the monster clan, the nightmare is as famous as the dragon clan. It feeds on dreams and devours dreams. It is a very fantastic monster.But the demon in front of him has been fallen into the devil for a long time, and he has lost even a shell. If we really want to say it, it should be called "Soul Devourer".

Weaves illusions, tempts to indulge, and then devours the soul of the prey, so as to keep his life alive.

The food in his mouth flew, and the nightmare was not angry, he looked him up and down, and the smile in his eyes was even stronger: "Didn't you dragons never talk about demons, why, those old immortals are still like demons!" Is it their private prison, throwing you in to reform?"

He said teasing words in Lin Zhi's voice, his tone seemed to be casual, but it contained intentional or unintentional teasing.Although Shen Huan successfully walked out of the illusion, his mood was not completely calmed down. He felt restless when he heard it, and took another step back, looking at him coldly.

The nightmare didn't care, and when he raised his hand, a black mist was drawn in, trapping Shen Huan in it.

His belt was wrapped casually, and the silk was the smoothest. When he moved like this, the loose knot fell off directly. Without the restraint of the belt, the clothes also fell apart, revealing his pale chest.

Shen Huan caught it off guard, and couldn't help but deeply frowned, turning his eyes away without looking at evil.

The Nightmare Tapir let out an "ah" and said without sincerity, "I'm sorry."

After saying that, he bent down slowly to pick up the belt on the ground, wrapped it back leisurely, and tied it in a knot.

During this period, Shen Huan kept tilting his head, but he was in a dangerous place, and he couldn't willfully shield his five senses. His eyes couldn't see, but his scattered spiritual sense could see all this clearly.The black mist gradually approached, he held his breath, and the mist permeated through his skin, making him even more restless, almost unable to restrain the urge to kill.

However it didn't work.

The voice of the nightmare came from behind the thick black mist: "I heard that your lineage of the Fengshen clan is different from other dragon clans. You are good at cultivating the soul. Why don't you come and compare with me?"

Shen Huan didn't say a word, he jumped out of the Demon Abyss not long after he turned into a demon, and was hunted down all the time when he got out of the Demon Abyss. He didn't have time to digest the extra inheritance in his mind. It's just nonsense to say that the soul is strong. How could it be possible to really listen to the nightmare and compete with him for soul?

It's just that in the current situation, it seems even more impossible to break the situation with physical cultivation.

He rubbed the hand holding the handle of the Cunyin sword subconsciously, and the tip of his index finger suddenly seemed to be bitten by a mosquito. The pain was slight, not sharp, and would be ignored even in normal times, but under his drowsy eyes, it seemed like It was a ray of light that brutally tore a crack in his chaotic consciousness.

There were strands of icy devilish energy creeping in along the wound, Shen Huan didn't have time to think about it, and instinctively captured it and melted it into his dantian, and the Lingtai gradually cleared up.

He closed his eyes, and a distorted text suddenly appeared in his mind. He didn't know it, but he felt very kind in his bones. After reading the last line at a glance, he instinctively understood the meaning of it.

The overwhelming power of inheritance forced him to sit cross-legged, unable to separate his mind from caring about other things.

The black mist became thicker and thicker, almost wrapping him into a cocoon.

Shen Huan was completely immersed in the turbulent inheritance.

The face of the nightmare outside the mist moved, with crazy joy in his eyes, he tapped his fingers in the air a few times, and the black mist began to spin.

He, or it could be said that the corners of its mouth raised involuntarily, and rubbed its hands impatiently. After a few rubs, the black clothes that had been transformed into pieces could not bear it, and it could not maintain its handsome human appearance. It began to twist, its body swelled, and finally revealed its true face with a "bang".

The nose is as long as an elephant, the body is as hairy as a bear, and the tail seems to be transplanted from a cow... After falling into the devil, a certain divinity inherent in it has been wiped out, making it look like a patchwork of things Glued monsters.

It walked around the cocoon that was about to take shape a few times, with greedy eyes, dripping saliva dripping from its mouth, dripping to the ground, immediately corroding the size and size of the cocoon.

Different pits.

The remaining fog in the house began to dissipate, and it was the final stage.

It's just that the dispersal was a bit slow, and the nightmare looked at its prey dissatisfiedly, intending to add another fire, but saw a red light flashing through the thick black mist.

It froze for a moment.

At this moment, the black cocoon of the human form collapsed suddenly, revealing the figure trapped inside.

The nightmare instinctively felt that something was wrong, so he jumped over it.

Shen Huan's eyelids moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Still Qingjun and gentle eyebrows and eyes, but the eyeballs have turned into a strange red, and under the long eyelashes, there are actually a pair of vertical pupils.

Unspeakably weird, yet unreasonably harmonious.

At this time, the front paws of the nightmare were only a short distance away from his face, but his figure was fixed in the air, in a stretched state, unable to advance an inch.

It was only left with a very human panic in its beastly sharp eyes.

Shen Huan thought for a while, then opened his mouth a little strangely and spit out a dry syllable.

The nightmare's eyes widened suddenly, probably because of its strong will, the nose really broke free from the confinement, and drew towards Shen Huan.

However, before the meritorious service was established, it had already dispersed with its soul.

A round black bead fell from mid-air, Shen Huan reached out to catch it, without looking at it, he stuffed it directly into the storage ring, closed his eyes and meditated to relieve the pain like a bursting head.

Seeing this, Lin Zhi planned to hide his achievements and fame, and rolled back from the hilt into the black scabbard.

Unexpectedly, just after his primordial spirit moved, Shen Huan opened his eyes again, forcibly ignoring the prickling pain of his soul, stroked his sword with great care, and said in a low voice:

"Master..."

The tone turned back and forth, and finally turned into a sigh.

Lin Zhi was caught straight, and dared not move, for fear of missing his whereabouts, he could only angrily say in his heart: "You traitor, get rid of me!"

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