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

"Alright, then let me see what skills you, young man, have." The two dark holes stared at Shen Zhezhu.

Blood-red vines spread out, intertwining into a sharp net, and attacked Shen Zhezhu.

Shen Zhezhu's eyes flashed like torches as he dodged a long spear that was attacking him.

Spiritual flames swirled around the blade of the Boundless Sword, and demonic energy surged. The young man formed a hand seal, his eyes flashing with an eerie light, and a fiery lotus suddenly appeared in them. He softly uttered two words, "Flying Flower!"

The powerful pressure directly suppressed the rushing vines, and the surrounding wind and everything seemed to freeze.

The spirit sword, having been tempered in the spirit fire, now hummed with metallic clang.

A dozen or so spirit swords floated around the young man, their fierce winds making his handsome face appear even more stern.

Gu Lian gritted her teeth, her fighting spirit soaring. A burst of blood-red light erupted from the entire tree trunk, making her already pale face almost invisible.

Thousands of vines grow horizontally with jagged edges.

It keeps stretching!

Stretch it out even longer!!!

The wriggling, soft vines hardened in an instant and lunged at Shen Zhezhu.

It was as if they wanted to strangle this person to death.

However, he was blocked by a powerful stream of spiritual energy in front of him and could not advance any further. Shen Zhezhu was surrounded by dense vines, making him appear extremely small. The blood-red vines bared their fangs and claws, as if they wanted to strangle the boy directly, like ten thousand ghosts devouring his body.

The boy spread his arms wide, gritted his teeth, and blood slid down the corner of his lips.

He casually raised his hand to wipe it away.

Looking at the jagged net before him, the crimson in his eyes deepened. He gently curled the corners of his lips and slowly uttered, "Ten Thousand Swords!"

"Return to your home!!"

The boy's voice was soft, as if it could be dispersed by a gust of wind, yet it struck Gu Lian's heart directly.

At the same moment, the dozen or so spirit swords surrounding the boy began to tremble violently.

Do not!

It wasn't just the dozen or so spirit swords here, but the entire secret realm that began to tremble and hum.

And the buzzing sound grew closer and closer!

Getting closer and closer!!!

Until, it's right in front of you!

The clear blue sky overhead was now covered by tangled vines, reflecting a crimson glow, yet some light still managed to seep through.

At this moment, the cage was completely dark, as if the end of the world had arrived.

The oppressive feeling brought by the countless spiritual swords was like a heavy hammer hitting Gu Lian's heart.

Shen Zhezhu's face was now deathly pale, and her skin was cracking and breaking, like a shattered porcelain doll, with specks of blood seeping out, her whole body soaked in blood.

But at this moment, he laughed wildly, a laugh that chilled people to the bone.

With his hair fluttering, the young man's expression was arrogant, and the hair on his forehead turned white inch by inch. He pointed his long sword straight at the ground, and the sword intent in his hand rose with the wind. He shouted loudly: "Shen Zhezhu, a disciple of Immortal Lord Tianyue of the Tianqian Sect, begs Immortal Lord Qingheng to die!"

In that instant, the crimson vines that covered the sky snapped inch by inch, and ten thousand spirit swords, accompanied by a fierce wind, shredded the vines into powder.

A burst of blood mist exploded, only to be quickly covered by a dazzling array of flowers.

This was an extremely beautiful sword strike, and also an extremely powerful one.

The moment the cage broke open, peach blossoms and plum blossoms on both banks, along with wildflowers whose names were unknown, all fell instantly, then rose with the wind, millions of petals surrounding the boy's longsword, bowing down to the black and red intertwined Wu Jue Sword, a beauty beyond description.

Gu Lian was torn apart by countless swords and flowers, like being slowly sliced ​​to death. His blood-red tree trunk was scraped away piece by piece. As he fell, he stared blankly in the direction of Shen Zhezhu and murmured, "A sword flying flowers, so beautiful..."

So beautiful...it reminded him of someone else.

Someone I haven't seen in a long time...

She landed in front of him, stepping on the falling petals.

As the flowers faded, Shen Zhezhu fell to the ground, bracing himself with his sword, and looked up at the person opposite him.

Ten thousand spirit swords were piled up to form a tomb, the tree trunk was destroyed, revealing Gu Lian's true appearance.

Her eyes were gentle, her demeanor as serene as a gentle breeze and a bright moon.

Even if only a broken half of the body remains, it will only evoke feelings of pity.

He turned his head to look at Shen Zhezhu, who was walking towards him with his arms crossed, and a smile appeared on his lips. "Senior brother... is he alright?"

Shen Zhezhu pursed his lips, barely managed to stand up, and looking into Gu Lianxi's hopeful eyes, finally revealed the truth.

"My master had already passed away before I even joined his sect."

Gu Lian paused, looked up at the sky, the light in her eyes shattered, and her voice became somewhat unsteady, "I see, it seems I was the one who was obsessed..."

So many years have passed, how can we expect our senior brother to still be waiting for him?

Shen Zhezhu pursed his lips, using the last bit of spiritual power to pierce Gu Lian's heart with the Wujue Sword. Strands of blood clung to the Wujue Sword, only to be burned away by the fiery red spiritual power.

This sword strike is a pure Tianqian Sect technique – Demon Slayer!

Every newly recruited disciple of the Tianqian Sect will practice this.

Using this sword to end Gu Lian's life can be considered a fitting end to the story.

Those clear eyes became unfocused the moment the longsword pierced her heart, and finally she closed them peacefully.

After this sword strike, Shen Zhezhu had no strength left. He knelt directly on the myriad swords, spitting out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the spirit swords, blooming into a poignant flower.

Those who were training in the secret realm were all rushing this way.

He sensed powerful auras and chuckled softly.

It seems I'm going to die here today...

Fortunately, Master received his spiritual power, which was enough to protect himself...

"This demon is exhausted; now is the perfect time to kill this formidable enemy!"

"Who would have thought that the battle between the two evil spirits would end in mutual destruction? This is a blessing from heaven for the righteous path!"

"Disciples of the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, follow me to slay the demon!"

"kill!"

"..."

"..."

Shen Zhezhu couldn't hear what they said after that, but she still found their words ironic.

They talk about slaying demons, but it's all just to satisfy their own selfish desires.

hypocritical!

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips. Unwilling to be outdone in front of these people, he raised his head, straightening his back, and braced himself against the Wujue Sword.

Even if it means facing death, he will never bow his head!

Even if it's just his wishful thinking, there are no cowards under the command of Immortal Lord Tianyue.

Even the master no longer acknowledges it.

Before the entrance to the secret realm, the youth repelled the enemy with ten thousand swords.

Now, all the swords are about to fall into his hands.

Feeling the trembling of those spiritual swords, Shen Zhezhu forced a smile, gripped the Wujue Sword tightly with his fingertips, closed his eyes, and faced death with equanimity.

I only hope... that Master can find an opportunity in this secret realm.

This wicked disciple here wishes that Master may find the Great Dao and live as long as Heaven!