After transmigrating into cannon fodder in the cultivation world [Transmigration Book]

Jiang Henting looked at him coldly.

Ya Xiaoshang glanced around him almost greedily, and continued: "Your potential is much higher than this body, and you have infinite possibilities. If you are willing to hand over your body to me, you and I will join hands. , is there anyone who can stop us?"

"Killing is your purpose?"

Ya Xiaoshang seemed to tilt his head innocently, then raised his hand slightly and shook him, saying: "This is just a deterrent, what I want is the surrender of all people, don't you want it? There will be no one who disobeys you in the world, Naturally, you can do whatever you want. At that time, the younger brother will naturally be a no-brainer, oh, no, when the time comes, how many younger brothers do you want?"

When Jiang Henting heard this, his eyelids twitched suddenly, and his originally expressionless face showed some emotion. Seeing that he finally reacted, Ya Xiaoshang thought that his words had worked, and wanted to say more, but saw Jiang Henting's sword intent suddenly became domineering, trapping him firmly within it.

"How can my junior brother be compared to others? I'm really sorry, I'm not interested in what you said at all!"

After Jiang Henting finished speaking, his subordinates were even more merciless. Ya Xiaoshang drove Phosphorus to dodge, sneered, shook his head and said, "Since you don't want to listen to me seriously, then don't blame my subordinates for being merciless."

After all, the phosphorescent light in his hands condensed even more unscrupulously, and they were under the barrier in an instant.

Shen Muzhe supported Wu Huai to stand up slowly inside. Although Shen Muzhe was exhausted, he had a disinterested smile on his face. For a moment, there seemed to be countless mottled cracks on the barrier, and his sword intent flew, and the barrier shattered in response.

This turn of events also made Ya Xiaoshang a bit apprehensive, he paused between his fingers, although he didn't want to show it, there was still a bit of haste on his face.

"how is this possible!"

Shen Muzhe smiled, but Wu Huai in his arms slowly raised his head: "Who are you?"

Seeing that Wu Huai woke up unexpectedly, Ya Xiaoshang was a little unbelievable, almost in an instant, he wanted to snatch the person from Shen Muzhe's hand.

A voice came from the sky and fell on the ears of everyone present, and then a monk hurriedly followed and said to Xiao Li: "Young Master, these two people are going to barge in. We are not strong enough to stop them."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two figures falling in front of him, Jiang Henting asked in surprise, "Master, uncle?"

Master Zichuan nodded. He approached Wu Huai, but Wu Huai's eyes dimmed, and he looked at him: "Uncle, brother, why did he cast such a spell?"

Shen Muzhe didn't know the reason for Wu Huai's sudden loss, and he didn't ask why Wu Huai was able to break through this barrier. He only knew that Wu Huai was a little bit out of his wits when he woke up and turned around. The grievance seemed to burst out in an instant.

Master Zichuan probed his inner breath, but couldn't detect half aura, then sighed at Lingyangzi, shook his head and said: "This layer of aura is gone, but I can remember the past."

Shen Muzhe doesn't know what happened to Wu Huai's past, but seeing him like this doesn't seem to be a very happy memory.

Lingyangzi also sighed, and then said to Ya Xiaoshang: "I didn't expect you to hide for so long, we would treat you as dead. I didn't expect that after so many years, you are still ruthless and ruthless, even your own flesh and blood , are willing to make such a move!"

Ya Xiaoshang didn't take it seriously, nor was he surprised that he was recognized, and said: "If it wasn't for me, there wouldn't be him. Since it exists for this reason, what's wrong with it being used by me?"

"You died once, and you are still so stubborn?"

After hearing this, Wu Huai was so shocked that he forgot to speak, and Shen Muzhe, Jiang Henting, and the disciples of Laijun Mountain who were present were also quite confused. It took a long time for Wu Huai to find his voice.

"Uncle, who do you say he is?"

Jiang Henting suddenly remembered the whiteness in the snow many years ago.

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