Heroic Death System

After Shanko and Yan sent Yu Wenjie to Xia Liang City and Yu Wenjie secretly informed the same door, several people temporarily found a hotel to set foot in.

Yu Wenjie opened three rooms, but Yan did not live in his room, but naturally followed Jean into his room.

“I opened a room for you, and you don't need it. Why didn't you tell me earlier when you opened the room?” Jean-Claude looked at him.

“He drives him. I live with him. What does it matter?” Yan slaughter sat on the window deck and took out the storage ring that he “picked up” during the day, removing a piece of Jade Jane from it.

And then he came over and he said, "What is this? ”

“The cultivation of true kung fu.” Yan slaughter handed him the jade at will.

It was still available for a while, and the contents were similar to those of the Heavenly Book to him. Non-human organisms are cultivated in a completely different way than humans, and they do not have specific methods of cultivation, mainly absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, so cultivation is far less rapid than that of humans. And in order to set a good example for the Yan slaughter, as a mushroom, you can never suck on the spiritual essence of the Divine Spirit, cultivating more slowly like a snail.

“Can you practice?” Yet you can look at the slaughter with bright eyes. Though he could not understand it, he also knew that it was a true cultivation method. Yan now lacks nothing but a complete set of correct methods.

“Yes.”

“Well...” Hurry and cultivate! The door to the divine realm has been opened for you.

“Dislike. ”

“What?” is suspicious.

“I don't like this kind of work.” Yan took a spiritual stone out of the storage ring and put it in his hand to play with, but he didn't give a shit about that jade Jane.

“What kind of work do you like?” Give us a target, we'll climb the mountain of swords and go down to the sea of fire to get it for you.

Yan looked at him and said seriously: "You are like this. ”

Jean-Claude was confused: “What about me? ”

“Do as you please, do as you please, absorb all essence.” Pause, add, "with a damp mushroom. ”

It's fine if it's the first sentence. How many words does it mean? What do you mean "wet mushroom smell”?!

“Mushrooms are natural, you can't envy them!” Jean-Claude, “you should choose an honest technique suitable for normal human cultivation! ”

“Well, you're right.” Yan nodded, "I can't be like you, but I have my way. ”

“What way?” Not yet.

“Refine the former babies of the cultivators and take their power into their own hands.” The tone of Yan's speech is as casual as discussing today's weather.

Shanko: “…” This guy's magic is so natural.

A deep breath can be exhaled in an attempt to correct his wrong perception: “This is wrong, and the practitioner should pursue the right path and renounce evil ideas, or else he will fall into the magic. ”

“What about falling into the devil's path?” The Yan slaughter is confusing. "Isn't the little mushroom the demon spirit? ”

There is nothing to be said. It's a bloody fact. But the reason he got into the demon was someone else did it to him, okay?

Yan put his hand over his head and comforted him: “I think the mushrooms are fine. You shouldn't have to be foolish and force yourself to chase the right path. ”

He actually persuaded him the other way around! Who's being paranoid? Who's chasing the right path?

You can turn around and fall on the bed helplessly.

“Are you going to bed?” Yan slaughter jumped off the windowsill, took off his jacket at will, moved it to the inside, put it right, then lay beside him and said, “Good night.” Then close your eyes and fall asleep.

Shanko: "…” I don't know why, all of a sudden I feel that people like Yan Jiao don't practise magic is a terrible thing!

The next day, you can restore your spirit, cheer yourself up, and continue to do good deeds to save people in order to fundamentally indulge this evil demon.

Yu Wenjie injured Rongji in the battle and could personally go up the mountain to help him find the psychotropic medicine, and moved him. It's not just him, he helps whenever he encounters someone in difficulty. Money is used every day to help people by collecting mountain fruits and herbs, making small things of their own and playing piano art.

At first, he felt a little tired, but gradually, he found that he was able to practice his body method and merge the spiritual energy of heaven and earth faster. It was also a cultivation method, so he worked harder on the "good deeds”, which he did not like.

Yan was incomprehensible, but did not stop, watching him roam vibrantly every day.

Yu Wenjie admired Shang as almost his own white moonlight. But for half a month, he was left with a heart.

Beneath the tree, sitting on the floor, holding a wasp in his hand, his fingers dancing and playing a series of sharp tunes. His eyebrows drooped, his eyes focused, his white hair floating gently in the breeze, the sun shining through the leaves and sprinkling a speckle on him. The long shirt is elegant and cloudy, except for the thin lips, which are red as blood and moisturizing.

Around him were seven or eight children, who listened quietly to the songs of euphoria, their little heads swinging with the songs from time to time. Adults not far away also put aside their livelihoods and stood smiling.

Leaning on a pillar of stone, Yan stared silently at Sangkou under the tree and reflected his figure in his unwavering eyes.

Yu Wenjie's mind was intoxicated and an unusual obsession appeared on his face.

Immersed in the playing, it has not been discovered when the noise around them has disappeared, as if there was only a loud sound of walrus between the heavens and the earth.

Long fingers, in the bouncing room, left a light purple clear fog, eyes flashed, corners slightly curled, red lips drawn a charming curve, beautiful score exorcism. The original delightful song gradually turned into an exhilarating demonic sound. Thousands of meters in a circle, all tranced, like drunkenness, a strand of clear precision flowing out of them, slowly converging towards the cozy direction.

Of all people, the only thing left to do is slaughter the noose without trace and start absorbing the air's diffuse precision without any hesitation.

“He Fang Sin is here to make a mistake!” At this moment, a whiff of alcohol is coming from not far away. The sound broke through the sky. Like arrows, it went straight to Sankoh, and the power of the powerful Truth interrupted his play.

Once the music stopped, the surrounding people gradually regained their minds and reactivated, completely without discovering the abnormality just now.

Still stunned, several cultivators had plundered into the near future, and one of the white-haired old men scolded: “It's just a little weirdo, dare to mess around here and try to absorb the energies of the living. ”

Jean-Claude recalled what had just happened and realized what she had done. He is shaped by the Magic Robbery, and He produces the Magic Dan. Though harmless to man's heart, the strength in his body runs counter to his heart. Unintentionally motivates the demon to absorb the spiritual qi.

The elderly provoked swordsmanship, a sound of purring sounded, and scared the surrounding children away.

There was only one person left in front of him, and the elderly attacked him mercilessly.

“Uncle Qing Chong Shi! No.” Yu Wenjie shouts in the back, "that's my friend. ”

The old man ignored him and continued to wave his sword.

Jean doesn't have to fight to know that he can't, but he runs with a pipa in his arms. The old man and several other cultivators followed him closely, and countless swords flew across the sky, drawing a blood stain on him.

This is the first time Jean-Claude has experienced the assault of a true practitioner. It is truly a sword shadow, killer and can hurt him even hundreds of meters apart.

“Uncle, don't!” The sight of Shang can be knocked down by a sword, bloody, Yu Wenjie immediately went forward and stopped, “Uncle Shi, he is my friend, please show mercy. ”

“Mercy? He's a weirdo who hurts people. Who knows how many more spirits he will destroy in the future, not just him today.” Qingzhongdao pointed his sword at Sangkou on the ground.

“No, he won't!” Yu Wenjie pleaded with compassion, "he saved my life and helped many people. Even if he was weird, he was a good-hearted weirdo. ”

“Are you confused by him?” Qingzhong Daoist Cold Road, “he just played the demonic sounds, trying to absorb the energies of others, which is also called kindness of heart? ”

Yu Wenjie's eyes flashed a slight consternation and looked back at Shannon. He struggled to get up from the ground, his clothes scattered, his blood stained, and his deep eyes were a little sad. The left forehead was ripped open by the sword, blood flowing down the left eye, condensed into a blood bead at the corner of the eye, then slowly slipped off the white face.

The teenager is as beautiful as a jade.

After spending half a month together, Yu Wenjie couldn't believe that Shanko would be a monster to harm. But even the demonic sounds were bewitching him. If they hadn't arrived, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Yu Wenjie's eyes were complicated and he didn't know what to do.

Yet he laughed at himself and did good a hundred times. As long as he accidentally did evil once, the previous efforts became false.

Qing Chongtao was impatient to wait for Yu Wenjie to make his choice. Lifting his long sword, he could strike again.

Sankoh wanted to fight back with magic, but saw the far-off slaughter and abandoned the idea. This has come to pass, so let it be done. Even if he is forced to despair, he will not use magic to harm the people.

The body is in the Abyss and the mind is in the right direction. Even as the world despises it, the mind remains the same.

You can still tie the heart of the demon, not attack, the wounds on your body are increasing, your eyes gradually wear a layer of tear, but your eyes are always firm and fearless.

“Xiang Chang, please show mercy, Sang Xiao is a good man!” At this moment, an old woman on the side of the road suddenly begged aloud.

“Yeah, give him a break, please.” There's another man in peace.

“Don't hurt Brother Sang.” These are the kids who just listened to Piwa.

More and more voices are ringing, all of whom have benefited from this period of time. It's just a small grace, but it's incredibly gratifying for them to be simple in heart.

Qing Chongtao and others looked at each other suddenly. I didn't expect that these mortals would actually speak for a strange man. He almost took my soul away from me. I can't believe it!

Yet Yu Wenjie moved his heart and knelt down: “Please let him go. ”

“You!" Pingtou people ignorance forget it, his nephew is also fascinated by the mind? Qingchong Daoist was angry and pointed at Sangkou: “Get lost! Better not let me see you again, or I won't be merciful. ”

Stand up and look around for a week, then lift your arms and make a deep gift to these good people. They not only saved his life, but also gave him hope of fulfilling his mandate.

You can walk away from this small town in the eyes of everyone.

Throughout the day, Yan watched indifferently. After Shannon could leave, he turned his gaze to the group of flying swords, stared for a moment, and then turned towards Shannon could leave.

Yan found the bloody clothes in a woodland, looked around and found a mushroom with a chill on the roots of an old tree.

He squatted down and whispered, “Why should I be on the right path when it's a mushroom? With your spirituality, relying on magic, it takes less than two hundred years to build a demonic body, transcendent in holiness. How could those people be your opponents? ”