Villain Boss Raiders [Transmigration Book]

Ye Fei looked at her with a smile.

The old boa constrictor followed the corner of his smile and looked at Meng Cang, who was still fighting to the death with the golden red flame.

"You want to kill him too?" Otherwise, why not help.

Ye Fei's smile didn't change: "Look, do I need it?"

The old boa constrictor coughed up a big mouthful of blood: "He! He must die! Even if it is a half-step immortal, no, even a real immortal, we will all be buried here today! You have no idea how much the fire in that spirit bead is. ..."

"Is it fire?"

Ye Fei laughed.

There was a hint of madness in the eyes of the old boa constrictor: "Of course it's fire... the most powerful strange fire, open your eyes before you die, and let my son never be reborn together hahahaha!"

She is laughing at an ending, an ending that she will also face.

However, there are always people in this world who sink the small boat they are in together for revenge.

Surviving, not as good as revenge, comes comfortably and comfortably.

Ye Fei: "Oh."

The old boa constrictor laughed angrily: "When the demon fire swallows the damned Taoist priest, it will swallow you!"

Ye Fei raised his head slowly: "I'm afraid I can't."

"Look..."

The old boa constrictor turned to Meng Cang, just waiting to see his soul swallowed by the demon fire, but when he looked at it, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

In terms of strength, the demon fire naturally far crushed the ant-like lower realm monk in front of him.

It flew up and down, fighting with Meng Cang like a cat playing with a mouse, testing each other's limits.

However, every time Yaohuo wanted to go further, he couldn't, and was always blocked by the broken iron-like long sword in the ant's hand.

The red-golden flame was furious, and as the spirit orb was completely damaged, its body grew even larger, almost filling the entire ancient temple, and smashed towards Meng Cang without hesitation. swallow.

"Hahahaha! Hard-spoken boy.'

The old boa constrictor got what he wanted, lying on the ground like a dead body, looking at Ye Fai with mockery in his eyes.

She has succeeded in revenge, and her life and death at this time is just a symbol.

Seeing the expression of unwillingness and fear on the enemy's face, she was satisfied... No, no!

The old boa constrictor raised his head abruptly, only to find that Ye Fai was still smiling.

The young man in plain clothes stared at the strange fire with raging flames, to be precise, he stared at the part where Meng Cang had been devoured by the strange fire just now.

The situation in the world changed rapidly, and the murderous aura in the ancient temple rose to the highest level at this moment.

All I saw was that group, the originally extremely dazzling golden-red flame, from the thickest part of the flame core, a white spot of light began to emerge.

Gradually, the spot of light becomes larger, continuously extending and spreading outwards, long branches converge and form, and the center is a lotus heart, which is a white lotus-like flame, which keeps beating, spreading out from the flame heart of the demon fire, When the flame is burning, there is a crackling sound.

It's just that the sound is louder, louder, and more complicated, as if two flames are fighting for some kind of dominance.

Finally, the little lotus fire gained the upper hand. From the inside to the outside, it gradually dyed the golden-red flame body white, turning it into a pure and crystal-clear lotus-white color, leaving two streaks of golden-red color on the periphery of the flame center and inside the flame circle. stripes.

The lotus fire, which was originally pure and white, has two extra circles of coquettish and strange colors.

The huge lotus fire, the lotus leaves are tightly held together, and the lotus heart is slowly opened after the color is completely transformed, revealing the lotus seat.

The relatively gentle flame touched the killing array ambushed in the ancient temple, instantly dispelling all the dead energy of the opponent, and under the purification, the souls of ghosts that were originally shrouded in black mist were cleaned up and turned into ignorant and unconscious new ones. The ghosts fled to the abyss below, and all disappeared on the surface of the ancient temple.

They were lucky, they didn't have to trek through mountains and rivers, two floors down, they were the first floor of the Desire Realm, which was also the Ghost Realm that accommodated new ghosts.

"Meng Cang!"

Even though he knew what Meng Cang's real body was, Ye Fen's heart still couldn't help but beat when he saw Meng Cang struggling to get up from the rosette in tattered white clothes dripping with sweat.

This is the only person in his eyes.

Ye Fei rushed over, ignoring the defense and attack of Jingshi Lianhuo, jumped up and hugged Meng Cang's neck, and dragged him off the lotus seat.

"Xiao Pie..." Meng Cang's mind went blank, and when he came back to his senses, his hands had already wrapped around the young man's slender waist, clasping him tightly to his chest.

"You...you pair of dogs with broken sleeves!"

The old boa constrictor was first stiff because of the inexplicable change of the demon fire, his face was disbelieving, and the corners of his eyes were wide open.

Then trembling with anger, I saw with my own eyes that the fierce ghost vendetta that I spent a lot of effort to build collapsed completely, and the unknown person occupying Ye Fai's body embraced the enemy, without any scruples about morals and human relations!

She roared, hysterical.

Ye Fei came up playfully, put Meng Cang in one hand, and gently stroked his slender neck with the other: "Old boa constrictor spirit, you are jealous of my youth and beauty. Husband, is it too lonely to stay alone in the empty boudoir?"

Meng Cang looked at him with a helpless smile, but he didn't stop him from teasing himself and playing with the banshee.

Hearing this, the old python spirit coughed out the last mouthful of pure blood from his heart.

Already a half-dead snake.

She lay on the ground and muttered to herself: "How is it possible... how is it possible..."

Meng Cang followed the instinct of epiphany just at the moment of death, and brought the Pure World Lotus Fire that had just swallowed the Extermination Demon Fire into his soul, then put down Ye Fai's unruly hands, and walked towards the old boa constrictor spirit.

He took out a white porcelain bottle and opened the lid.

"His-"

After a battle of fire and fire, the ancient temple was in ruins, the roof of the hall was burned by flames, and the quiet environment was broken by a small voice.

The old boa constrictor opened her eyes in a trance, and her golden pupils revealed her unbelievable mood at the moment, like an explorer who went into the desert to hunt for treasure, at the last moment of losing water and life, he found the gold mine he had dreamed of.

"Yes...it's my son's voice..."

Meng Cang looked at her with no extra emotion in his eyes:

"It killed many people and caused my senior brother to die young. I wanted to get rid of the demon and defend the way, smashing its demon core and burning its soul, but after suffering in the snow bottle, it confessed the past, and I found that it was painful. The killer, because of being deceived by a mortal woman, let it go, only dissipating its cultivation, erasing its memory, allowing it to practice in the snow bottle and re-form."

Meng Cang knocked over the Xuejing bottle, and a slender, snow-white snake crawled out of it. The little snake had a pair of blue-black pupils, crawled slowly, and knocked its head to the ground from time to time, exuding a youthful and childish air.

It was lying at Meng Cang's feet, looking at the old boa constrictor from a distance, sticking out its tongue slightly.

Meng Cang said indifferently: "Although the memory is erased, it can still remember some vague ones. I know a little about snake language. It's called you."

The little snake slowly crawled into the palm of the boa constrictor's palm, looking at her with two eyes the size of a grain of rice.

"His-"

"His-"

The old boa constrictor opened his mouth, and with a scarlet tongue, he responded to his son's call.

She heard it... In her lifetime, she could still hear her son calling her "mother".

The banshee suddenly held the little white snake in both hands, and cried bitterly.

Her face was covered with dirt and blood, and after a while, she returned to her original shape.

This time, he was never able to transform into a human form again.

Among the ruins of the ancient temple, only the corpse of a giant black python remained, cold and hard, with golden snake eyes facing the direction of the coiled body.

On top of the python body, a little white snake sat up cross-legged, with the upper half of its body pressed against its tail, its eyes were filled with confused mist, not knowing what happened.

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