Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Shen Zhezhu subconsciously pulled Gu Yao behind her. Wu Jue trembled violently and made a buzzing sound.

The group was forced to move closer to the center, but the clustered crimson vines stopped at that moment and let out a chilling scream, like a battle horn.

Those who had eaten the Fire Essence Fruit gradually lost their senses under the eerie, shrill sound.

Even those who retained a shred of reason were bound by the crimson vines that coiled around their bodies, embedding their serrated edges into their limbs and forcibly controlling them.

When those dark, hollow eyes looked over, everyone in this encirclement, except for Shen Zhezhu and Gu Yao, had already become puppets of these fire spirit trees.

Shen Zhezhu frowned, raised his hand to cover Gu Yao with the cloak, and reached out to grab the four soul-locking bells on the palanquin. The red spiritual energy supported the four bells. He bit his fingertip, forced out a drop of blood, and his face instantly turned pale.

"go with!"

The boy's hands moved rapidly, forming hand seals, using the Soul-Locking Bell as the base and a drop of his own blood essence as the array's core to set up the spiritual array.

Gu Yao looked up at the completed spirit array, his eyes flickering.

Once the spirit array was complete, Shen Zhezhu breathed a sigh of relief. Two steps away, he met Gu Yao's gaze, and a look of astonishment flashed in the young man's eyes.

Shen Zhezhu wiped the sweat from his forehead without a care and gave Gu Yao a reassuring smile, "Master, don't worry. After I kill all these disgusting things, I'll accompany you to see all the beautiful scenery of this secret realm."

Before he finished speaking, the young man had already turned around, sword in hand, looking at the group of people in front of him.

Those disgusting vines wriggled and bared their fangs, as if they were showing off to Shen Zhezhu.

Those young boys and girls had become their nourishment, and bright red blood flowed continuously from their bodies, feeding the Fire Spirit Tree.

Looking at the boy's cold and pale face, Gu Yao rubbed his fingertips together, his unease amplified. He frowned and couldn't help but remind him, "Don't force yourself. Just try to break out of this predicament."

Shen Zhezhu paused, turned her head to look at Gu Yao. The young man stood in the spirit array, dressed in white, his clothes as white as snow. When he met the boy's gaze, he adjusted his clothes and turned his head away to avoid the boy's eyes.

Shen Zhezhu smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master. Even for your sake, I will cherish my life."

Gu Yao lowered his head and didn't speak again. The boy lowered his eyelashes to hide the disappointment in his eyes.

His gaze toward the crowd before him was disdainful, his black hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes exuded an aura of domineering arrogance.

He was like a sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed, its posture arrogant, and its tone even more arrogant, "I know you have intelligence. If you covet my spiritual veins, then come and take them yourself!"

The waving vines paused, as if they hadn't expected this person to be so arrogant.

Even though she was already in his grasp, she could still be so arrogant.

The boy hovered in mid-air, the tip of his Wujue Sword pointing at the largest fire spirit tree in front of him.

His eyes looked like he was looking at a pile of garbage.

The blood-red vines intertwined and coiled, attacking Shen Zhezhu with a fierce intent.

The boy raised his hand to block, and the Wujue Sword emitted a series of buzzing sounds. Fiery red spiritual power intertwined with black energy, and with a single slash, it cut through the layers of vines in front of him.

But the evil tree, nourished by its blood, caused the severed vines to regenerate rapidly.

"Ah!! Ah!!!"

The boys and girls being fed the drug had distorted faces, still retaining a shred of reason, and were forcibly controlled to let out shrill screams.

The corpses lying on the ground became nourishment at that moment. The severed vines swarmed up, wriggling and devouring the corpses like parasitic tentacles.

The once plump body quickly withered, the blood and flesh disappeared, leaving only a layer of skin outlining the shape of the bones.

The vines wriggled wildly, and the well-supplied monster exploded. The thick, blood-red vines were constantly intertwining and writhing, like a pool of blood sacrificed to the living.

The vines moved with a fierce momentum and were extremely fast!

As if enraged by the person who had injured him twice before, blood-red vines, swirling with crimson light, suddenly shot out. The disgusting vines twisted together like maggots coiled together, but in an instant, they hardened and became the sharpest spears.

One after another, spears with serrated edges!

It stabbed fiercely at Shen Zhezhu, who was trapped in the center.

It looked like they wanted to prick him like a hedgehog.

The young man's face was solemn as he flipped his palms and formed hand seals. Spiritual flames appeared around him, and when he struck out with his palm, ten thousand spiritual flames flew into the spear formation.

His expression was cold and sharp. He made a grasping motion in the air and uttered a soft shout, "Explode!"

The massive wave of fire swept away countless fiery red spears.

A series of piercing screams filled the air as many vines were instantly reduced to ashes in the inferno.

Amidst the piercing screams, human faces appeared among the serrated vines, pitiful and sorrowful, yet finding release in this moment and place.

A burst of firelight stained the boy's slightly pale face red.

Gu Yao stared blankly at this scene. People in the cultivation world all said that Shen Zhezhu was a demon who killed people without hesitation, but in this bizarre scene, he seemed like a Buddha who saves the world.

They have saved countless wronged souls from death.

They have no afterlife, but they have finally found liberation.

There was less torment.

As the flames subsided, the many wretched vines were reduced to ashes.

Along with those young lives that were beyond saving, they also vanished.

With its claws and teeth dispersed, the fire spirit tree, half-burnt, revealed its true form. On its thick trunk, terrifying patterns twisted into a human face, glaring hatefully at Shen Zhezhu. It screamed, its voice filled with an indescribable distortion:

"Since you're blocking my path to immortality, then none of you will have an easy time either!"