I am the soul behind the villain [Quick Transmigration]

In this critical situation, Yin Linchuan was strangely comforted by the other party's calm tone... no wonder!

The suction force behind him was increasing, and Yin Linchuan's body was clinging to the cliff, his knuckles were suffering from the pain of being almost snapped, and he was already unable to handle it.

If you usually run into Qi Ling who has only been heard of in legends, Yin Linchuan will definitely serve you with a gentle voice and a smile on your face, and must lure | Kidnapping Qi Ling to recognize him as the master, but now Yin Linchuan is anxious and directly He yelled at Broken Sword: "Find a way to save me! Otherwise, I'll smash you to pieces right away, and no one will live!"

Broken Sword seemed to be really intimidated, and he said an unbelievable sentence: "I didn't recruit you, and I didn't provoke you, you are such a rascal."

Yin Linchuan didn't even say a few words of polite nonsense, his other hand condensed out flames, and approached the broken sword.

"Hey, don't, don't, why do you still set fire to the one you agreed to smash... I'll tell you how to run, you're about to put out the fire!"

It is said in the book that most of the spirits are well-informed and have great supernatural powers, and most of them are simple-minded, which seems to be true.Yin Linchuan squinted his eyes and thought, moved his hand a little away, but did not extinguish the fire, and said, "Say it quickly."

"You are not afraid of burning your hair in such a strong wind." Broken Sword murmured as if complaining, fearing the threat of fire, he quickly said, "You are a dual spirit root of wind and fire, right? The most basic How far has Yufeng Jue repaired?"

Yin Linchuan was slightly stunned. He had never encountered anyone who could reveal the existence of his specific spiritual roots without measuring the spiritual stones before.

Even though he was still half-believing and half-doubting in his heart, it was inevitable that he felt a little inconspicuously convinced. Yin Linchuan paused and replied, "Yes, as for how far he has cultivated, he is very proficient."

Broken Sword complained at the right time: "It's really not modest."

Yin Linchuan fell silent and did not explain: Without the protection of anyone or any sect, it is extremely difficult for a casual cultivator to obtain a skill.

——For a long time in the past, he only majored in basic exercises, the Wind Control Jue and Fire Control Technique that all three-year-old children in the comprehension world would recite.

"Your spiritual power should be enough." Duan Jian complained and then became serious, his serious tone caught Yin Linchuan's attention, "That person probably couldn't catch up with you for a while, so there was a tornado, first try to calm down." Concentrate, concentrate, can you see the eye of the wind?"

Flying sand and rocks a few miles away, dark clouds and heaven and earth mixed together.With Yin Linchuan's eyesight, he will be able to see clearly the most turbulent area in the hurricane.

The old man in black robe is inside right now, waiting to cramp and skin him.

"The wind blows from the upper right, down, and then turns to the left. You only need to use the Wind Control Technique to blow a strong enough but opposite wind. When the eyes of the wind collide, you can be rushed away and use the momentum to escape."

I thought things would take a turn for the worse, and with the help of Qi Ling, I would be able to escape easily and smoothly, but this time it was Yin Linchuan's face full of disbelief: "Are you kidding me?"

In Yin Linchuan's view, it is almost impossible to resist a strong reverse wind in this level of storm.

Even if he could—

Yin Linchuan roared: "He is a Golden Core cultivator! I am only in the early stage of foundation establishment, how can I compete with him?"

Broken Sword denied it in a very serious way: "Things that are whimsical, of course they can't compete. If you can't make it bigger, just make it smaller and refine the strength. But you must grasp the timing and roll up the hurricane as soon as possible. If it slows down for a while, it will be crushed by the scattered wind outside the eye of the wind, and at that time, it can only fall into the trap."

Yin Linchuan was dazed for a few moments, and found that Broken Sword was actually serious.

He asked, "Is there any other way!?"

"What else can I do?" Life is not easy, Broken Sword sighed, "Compared to that guy, your cultivation is too low, you can't beat him at all."

Yin Linchuan didn't believe it, and stared at Broken Sword: "You are a weapon spirit."

"What's wrong with Qi Ling, Qi Ling is amazing, who stipulates that Qi Ling must be very powerful." Duanjian retorted unconvinced, "If I am powerful, can I still be in your hands?"

Yin Linchuan: "..." It seems very reasonable.

Duan Jian said: "I have already told you how to run, should I be let go?"

At this time, a stone hit a place not far away in the strong wind.The stone hit the mountain wall, and the gravel splashed and scraped towards Yin Linchuan's body fiercely.

"!"

Having endured such ravages from the wind and rocks, his skin was covered with bloodstains from being wiped out. Yin Linchuan's whole body was in severe pain, especially his arms, which were bruised and numb.He was holding the broken sword, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, his face was tense, he didn't say a word, his body was like a dead leaf swaying in the strong wind.

Suddenly he raised his head and stared at the storm rising into the sky, as if he had made a major decision, his eyes were full of determination.

Yin Linchuan pulled the broken sword out of the stone wall without warning: "Give such a bad move, to be honest, I can't trust you."

He then ordered firmly: "So you have to help me to the end."

"What are you doing—"

With nothing to hold on to, Yin Linchuan's tiny body faced the hurricane, like a fishing boat caught in the tide, and was submerged in the wind and rocks in an instant.

Now calm down, calm down, don't be afraid, calm down.Yin Linchuan took a deep breath, quickly pinched the Yufeng Jue with one hand, held the broken sword in the other hand, and threatened: "Lend me your spiritual power, or I will take you on the road when I die!"

Broken Sword: "..."

The eye of the wind is already close at hand, and its intensity is strong enough to tear the body of a monk below the foundation into flying catkins, and it is even difficult for Yin Linchuan to open his eyes.

A small whirlwind took shape in the pinched method, Yin Linchuan swallowed his saliva, his palms were sweating from nervousness, he had already made preparations before making the move, if he couldn't escape, he would kill himself on the spot for a good time.

But he wants to live, no matter what the means are, or whether his body is smashed to pieces, he wants to live!

The old man in black robe looked at Yin Linchuan who had been swept up by the wind, his rough and haggard face was so happy that he twisted into a vicious look, his palms made eagle hooks, waiting to pinch Yin Linchuan's neck.

But what he was waiting for was not Yin Linchuan who was caught without a fight, but another strong hurricane!

The wind collided, the spiritual power surged, and there was a faint tendency to overwhelm. The black-robed old man opened his pupils wide in horror, and hurriedly sent spiritual power to the Wind Control Banner.

Yin Linchuan was faster, more ruthless and desperate than him. The instilled spiritual power flowed through the meridians of his body, his eyes were red, and his momentum seemed to be desperate!

The old man in black robe said angrily: "Little bastard, you really don't want to live anymore!"

His throat was itchy, and Yin Linchuan coughed half a muffled mouth, with a fishy sweetness in his mouth.

It was also at this critical juncture that a weak spiritual force that did not belong to him poured into the exhausted dantian from the broken sword. Yin Linchuan froze for a moment, feeling an unspeakable feeling in his heart, as if the barrier he had been sharpening to the outside had no Unprepared to be wrapped in warm water, there was softening.

That's enough, he thought.Yin Linchuan didn't expect that a broken sword with broken spirit power could really help him, he just wanted Qi Ling to express his opinion.

Moreover, it is willing to help if it threatens the weapon spirit so much... It's so fucking stupid, so stupid.

All Yin Linchuan's remaining spiritual power is now used to form a hurricane, but the wind is still not strong enough to touch the eye of the hurricane, and he can't get any closer.He thought sadly and self-defeatingly, how should he throw the broken sword naturally before he died, so as not to let the black-robed old man notice the spirit?

With the black-robed old man's vicious methods and temperament, if this innocent artifact fell into his hands, he might be unlucky, and might end up worse than himself.

Just throw it away now, pretending to be exhausted and unable to hold it steady.

Facing the broken sword, Yin Linchuan squirmed his lips and mouthed silently: Good luck.

The black-robed old man let out a disgusting laugh again, and Yin Linchuan's eyes were filled with sadness as he regarded death as home.

No one thought that the hurricane that was about to dissipate in Yin Linchuan's hands would suddenly become stronger!

The eyes of the wind successfully collided together, causing the power and fluctuation of landslides and ground cracks. In an instant, Yin Linchuan was ejected more than ten kilometers away, and he couldn't control himself to maintain stability in mid-air, like an arrow off the string, He plunged into the woods.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Howling in pain several times, Yin Linchuan broke three trees in a row, and was finally stopped by a slightly thicker tree, and his bones almost fell apart.

Fortunately, he protected his head with his arms in time to avoid the tragedy of bleeding.

His eyes turned black, and he was dizzy for a long time. Enduring the pain, Yin Linchuan fell from the branch to the ground with difficulty, leaning on the trunk and gasping for breath.

It is impossible to have the sun in the setting sun slope, but Yin Linchuan's position happened to be outside the setting sun slope. The not-so-scorching sun shone on Yin Linchuan's messy face, shining light in those eyes.

Not long after, Yin Linchuan put his hand on his forehead and laughed wildly for the rest of his life: "Ha...hahaha...haha..."

Broken Sword untimely interrupted Yin Linchuan's madness: "You and that old guy were blown away at the same time. It should be difficult for him to find you again. Now it's time to fulfill the promise and let me go?"

Yin Linchuan sat up halfway, he didn't care to take out the elixir to reply, and even ignored the pain all over his body, his eyes were burning, staring at Broken Sword like a baby: "You saved me just now."

But... wait?

Yin Linchuan reacted and suddenly realized that something was wrong.The broken spiritual power displayed by him and Broken Sword alone could not defeat the black-robed old man, and it was not by relying on the power he erupted that he could finally reach Fengyan.

The situation just now can only explain one thing, Broken Sword is hiding clumsiness!

After discovering this point, thinking along the direction, many of the things he identified have subversive other sides.

"You don't need to talk at all, let me notice your existence." Yin Linchuan murmured to Duanjian, "You want me to notice you, why? Why did you take the initiative to save me after that?"

Yin Linchuan said word by word: "What do you want me to do for you?"

Broken sword in hand: "..."

Jiang Yi smiled, and spoke again, this time the tone was quite different from before, it was much calmer and more indifferent, and only said five words: "It's not stupid."

Yin Linchuan: "!"

Yin Linchuan was shocked. Among the complex emotions that kept churning in his heart, the biggest thing was not the embarrassment of being teased. It was probably because he never expected that the stupid and innocent weapon spirit in his opinion could still give birth to several children. Come with the momentum of a high-ranking person.

No...he thought about it again.

Being able to tell his spiritual root at a glance, and knowing the restrictions of the Wind Control Banner at a glance, he is extremely relaxed against the monks of the golden core stage, and the quite natural pretense of his language and tone makes it difficult for him to tell the truth from the fake.

——In the Broken Sword, is it the weapon spirit who has exhausted Qianfan, or is it an expert who is confined within it?

Yin Linchuan's throat twitched, and his mood was still extremely excited. Cultivation is the most important thing about chance, no matter what it is, he has earned it if he meets it.

However, after Jiang Yi spoke, he fell silent, no matter how flattering Yin Linchuan said, he didn't say another word.

Yin Linchuan tried to stimulate it like before: "Do you believe that I threw you here? No, I threw you in a place where there is no one, in the mud, in the waste water ditch!"

The broken sword was dead silent.

The great enthusiasm was poured down by a basin of cold water, Yin Linchuan calmed down, and found a problem, Duanjian was willing to speak before because he had a plan, and usually he didn't want to talk to him at all.

Is it the arrogance of a superior?Yin Linchuan sneered in his heart, too, how could Broken Sword look at him differently for a little cultivator like him.

Obviously, they lived and died together just now.

It should be said that Yin Linchuan was grateful for Broken Sword before, but now he is really a little annoyed.

It's like a long drought meets nectar, but the rain avoids him and falls to other places.

Yin Linchuan's expression fluctuated for a moment, he threw the broken sword away, and said with a sneer, "I can't afford to pay for your grand master."

Broken Sword still didn't say anything, just like before, unmoved.

Yin Linchuan was short of breath, and threw a qi invigorating pill into his mouth, turned around and left, speeding up, and his figure slowly disappeared into the shadow of the woods.

The wind blows the branches, rustling, there are no sounds of other creatures around, and it is very quiet.

Time passed bit by bit, a cup of tea, a quarter of an hour...

Finally, nearly half an hour later, Yin Linchuan's figure reappeared. It turned out that he turned back halfway.

But after leaving in a fit of anger, he came back like this, not only couldn't wipe it off, but also felt awkward. Yin Linchuan pursed his lips and looked intently.

The Broken Sword was lying quietly in the weeds, and the spiritual power that was about to collapse was also sent to him. It looked ordinary at the moment, as if it was really an ordinary Broken Sword.

Anyway, saved him.Thinking about this, Yin Linchuan finally took a step, picked up the broken sword with a twisted face, and gently shook off the grass clippings that were stained on the sword.

Afterwards, Yin Linchuan half-raised the broken sword and looked at it.

"What do you want when you come to me?" He said, "As long as you can pay me accordingly, it's not impossible to discuss."

Jiang Yi, who was possessed by Broken Sword, twitched his lips slightly and smiled.

A monk's spiritual knowledge is more sensitive than ordinary people. Although he can use his mental power to forcibly borrow a human body, there is no guarantee that it will not cause the monk's spiritual rebound. Yi can only possess dead objects and rely on the behavior of living things to carry out activities.

He observed the young man in front of him with extremely serious eyes.

Yin Linchuan wanted to manipulate him, Jiang Yi knew, this also highlighted Yin Linchuan's cunning character.But he is alert, bold and resolute, and seems to have experienced bad experiences, but he has not lost the pure kindness in his heart, which is also commendable.

Otherwise, Jiang Yi would not have decided on Yin Linchuan at this moment.

At first, he only thought that someone could take him to a market or something, and searched for a monk with a good temper within the scope of his spiritual power. Then he slowly thought about the countermeasures. He met Yin Linchuan who was hunted down.

If Yin Linchuan threatened him in spite of his life-saving grace just now, or if he got angry and left, he would directly borrow Yin Linchuan's body, or attach himself to the magic weapon that Yin Linchuan carried, and then find another opportunity to choose someone else.

This time, I saved a lot of effort.

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I never thought you were still here, I love you (づ￣?￣)づ

Xiao Gong, who hasn't appeared for a long time, has three consecutive thoughts:

Sir, when will you come, I have obediently waited for you as promised QAQ

Who is this kid? !Why did it appear by Mr.'s side! Σ(°△°|||)︴

I want to kill him, don't stop me sir (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻