Thank you villain for your favor [Transmigration Book]

Not only the disciples of the Qingfeng Immortal Sect, but also the disciples of the other sects who had just gone through a bloody battle and saw that there was only a little blood left, surrounded them.

And the group of female cultivators in the middle were so frightened that their faces turned pale with fright, and their eyes were swollen from crying regardless of their appearance.

A female nun said: "The Zhi Clan sealed the only gap, we can't get out."

It doesn't matter what she said, the other female cultivators also cried and wiped their tears when they heard it.It's like the first day of entering kindergarten, when the children are hugging each other in panic, and suddenly one of them says "Mom doesn't want us anymore", the effect is the same [rolling eyes up]

"Everyone, don't panic, the masters are already on their way, as long as we don't get scattered, we still have a chance!"

Most of these monks with an average age of fifteen or sixteen were like newly weaned or even unweaned babies. They gradually stopped crying when they heard that their master was on their way.

"Look above!"

Wen Yuhuan's ears finally cleared up a little, and he was startled by this scream with a different tone.

Everyone looked up at the sky. At this time, the still smoky night sky was completely occupied by the huge Sun Clan. Groups of people circled around and kept screaming "Jie Jie", and the unreasonable people panicked.

It can be seen that these Sun Clan have no intention of making a move first, they just want a group of monks to fight the Nine-headed Demon General first, and then reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see the truth, and the Nine-headed Demon General naturally knows that his eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, and he sternly said to the sky: "Blaze Demon, you villain! Even if Japan will die here today, you will not Become the next Demon Lord!"

"That's right... then let's see who has the last laugh! Burn them to death for me!"

When the Balrog in the sky gave an order, a hundred or so birdmen neighed at the same time, and the frequency of flapping their wings was obviously accelerated.Wen Yuhuan saw their mouths wide open, and their stomachs began to bulge slowly.

Mo Lianfeng's face changed drastically: "The Sun Clan is about to launch an attack! Hurry up and prop up the water world, hurry up!"

When a catastrophe loomed, all the sects didn't care about competing for the top [-] list, so they hurriedly dispersed.

The weapon cultivators of the Five Elements Master Water sacrificed their treasures to attract thunderstorms, while the sword cultivators of the Qingfeng Immortal Sect were in charge of supporting the sword array. Wuyinmen sent a total of ten people, and there are only six left now. Nor is it optimistic.

Rao the desire to survive at this moment overcame the physical pain, the six surviving disciples of Wuyinmen sat upright in the square and began to pluck the strings and play music, turning the attack into defense, so as to strengthen and prop up the water world.The rest of the general disciples of Qingfeng and a group of people from Wuji Palace became the main combat force in the crusade against the Nine-Headed Demon General.

In the bloody battle of swords, lights and swords, the nine-headed demon general who was fighting to the death suddenly turned out of his original body, revealing a bright red letter, followed by a burst of flying sand and rocks.

Immediately, several disciples with weak spiritual energy were thrown into the air by the gust of wind, and were directly swallowed by the nine-headed demon general.

Wen Yuhuan watched the nine-headed demon general turn into a powerful range hood in an instant, and before he had time to dodge, he felt top-heavy for a while, as if silver needles were piercing his temples.

Wen Yuhuan gritted his teeth and hugged his head, only to feel that the sky was spinning for a while, and the howling and howling wind around him mixed together, making him restless, as if a anger in his body was burning more and more intensely.

"Brother!"

Seeing this, Mo Lianfeng hurriedly protected him, raised his hand and injected a stream of spiritual flow into Wen Yuhuan's head.Wen Yuhuan only felt his head lighten, and the bloody smell around him gradually began to fade away, and a dry and fresh air that only belonged to Mo Lianfeng rushed towards his face.

He is very familiar with this smell, it is the aroma of purple cloud flowers blooming in the sea of ​​flowers on Shuitian Yise Peak.

In the chaos, Mo Lianfeng's voice slowly fell into his ears like a stream of clear spring: "Senior brother, don't be afraid, I'm here!"

It's strange to say that Mo Lianfeng was clearly just calming down, but Wen Yuhuan felt that he had really become clearer, and the fear and anxiety in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Seeing that Wen Yuhuan gradually calmed down, Mo Lianfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly: "Senior brother, listen to me... the devilish energy of the nine-headed demon general is enough to invade the six senses of a cultivator and turn him into a demon. You Quickly stand on the ground, where the defense is the highest, and leave the rest to me, okay?"

Wen Yuhuan nodded hurriedly when he heard the words, but because of the howling wind at the moment, his feet became swaying, and he couldn't move his body at all.Seeing this, Mo Lianfeng immediately picked up Wen Yuhuan on his back, flew directly to an extremely concealed position, and then gently put Wen Yuhuan down.

Seeing that Mo Lianfeng was about to turn around when he drew his sword, Wen Yuhuan quickly grabbed him: "Wait, where are you going!"

【Dangerous action!Dangerous move!Players are requested to follow the plot, if the task fails, the player feels that the life value will be cleared! 】

It's so noisy, shut up!

Wen Yuhuan's eyes were scarlet at this moment. In fact, he knew that it was okay for him to let go, because Mo Lianfeng would not die because of this, but that hand did not stop his command, and still held Mo Lianfeng stubbornly. let go.

Seeing that Wen Yuhuan was so worried about herself, Mo Lianfeng couldn't help but grab Wen Yuhuan's hand, and smiled slightly: "Brother, I'm fine..."

Mo Lianfeng said, and then kissed Wen Yuhuan's blanched fingertips: "With senior brother around, Lianfeng is invincible."

The surroundings seemed to quiet down in an instant, so quiet that Wen Yuhuan could even clearly see the shadow reflected in Mo Lianfeng's eyes at this moment of life and death, and there was only himself there.

Wen Yuhuan felt the shock from his fingers at this moment, and the dense tingling seemed to come from his heart.His heart was tangled, blaming himself, roaring... But he could only watch Mo Lianfeng's figure sink into the bloody light step by step.

It wasn't until this moment that Wen Yuhuan fully felt that he was still a small supporting role who couldn't even guarantee his own wealth and life.

He couldn't stop the plot, couldn't resist the destiny, and couldn't help Mo Lianfeng.

Wen Yuhuan slumped on the ground in frustration, but the bloody fighting monk slowly fell down before his eyes.

one, two, three...

Fresh lives were disappearing one by one, and Wen Yuhuan could no longer regard these as a novel or a game, and the surging blood around him made him tremble all over.

Seeing the number of casualties gradually increasing around him, Wen Yuhuan couldn't sit still any longer.

To his supporting role, to his destiny!

After getting along for such a long time, how could he watch Mo Lianfeng charge forward alone.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Wen Yuhuan pushed away the monk standing in front of him, put on the black iron sword and flew out.

In the midst of the melee, the nine-headed demon general's real body began to split into poisonous snakes. Because he ate many monks and fellows along the way, the nine-headed demon general's body grew several times compared to before, but his movements were still fast.

Suddenly, a murderous aura seemed to separate the interlayer of air, and with a flash of silver light, one of the heads of the Nine-Headed Demon General's real body was chopped off by Mo Lianfeng's sword, and the blood that burst out was like a waterfall, which made people horrified.

Seeing the nine-headed demon general being seriously injured by Mo Lianfeng, all the monks saw a ray of hope in the endless abyss. Their morale was greatly boosted, and they concentrated their spiritual power to attack the opponent.

All of a sudden, countless magical artifacts shone together, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, which was a kind of extreme splendor.

"You stinky brat! You're courting death!"

The enraged Nine-Headed Demon General suddenly let out a roar, and a single head shot towards Mo Lianfeng like an arrow from Li Xuan.Mo Lian gave a soft shout and swung her sword to slash, but it's a pity that the Qingyun Sword is too ordinary and a low-level saber, and it can't stand the opponent's full blow at all.

Qing Yunjian let out a mournful cry in mid-air, and it was about to break due to the infusion of powerful demon energy, but layers of silver light burst out from Mo Lianfeng's body, and the silver light exploded like a meteor.

"go to hell!"

Just when Mo Lianfeng was struggling to hold on, the Nine-Headed Demon General took advantage of the void and swallowed Mo Lianfeng with eight heads with bloody mouths open.

Wen Yuhuan's head thumped: "Mo Lianfeng!"

Clearly, he still said plausibly, "He will be fine, he is the protagonist!" But the footwork under his feet changed on his own, and the voice of the system exploded in Wen Yuhuan's ears like a curse.

【Dangerous action!Dangerous move!Players are requested to follow the plot, otherwise their health will be deducted...]

It's just that the system's warning was only half spoken, and Wen Yuhuan had already jumped in front of Mo Lianfeng and hugged him.

At this moment, Mo Lianfeng could even see all of Wen Yuhuan's expressions at the moment, and all his movements were like slow-moving shots, played back frame by frame.

He just watched helplessly as Wen Yuhuan's left arm was bitten tightly by those bloody mouths, and blood spurted out like injections, splashing all over his pale face.

No, don't... no!

There seemed to be an invisible barrier in his heart that collapsed at this instant, and a red light suddenly burst out from Mo Lianfeng's bottomless black eyes, like a flame ignited in the extreme night, blooming bit by bit.

For a moment when their eyes met, Wen Yuhuan just watched the redness in Mo Lianfeng's eyes burn more and more intensely in his dark pupils, like sparks starting a prairie fire.

"what!!"

Mo Lianfeng let out a loud cry, and the monstrous anger turned into murderous aura at this moment and rushed straight to the sky, and the spiritual power around him also turned into a red flame and circled upwards at this moment, breaking up the Zhi clan in an instant. The army swallowed nearly half of the opponent's combat power.

"No, hurry up!"

Suddenly, a red gash opened between Mo Lianfeng's forehead, and strange flames began to dance wildly in front of Mo Lianfeng's forehead.

When it disappeared, three rhombus-shaped cinnabar appeared on Mo Lianfeng's forehead, which was actually the transformation of a red lotus.

The bright red cinnabar blended with Mo Lianfeng's already impeccable face, as well as the pair of slightly raised eye ends, which was so coquettish that it was suffocating.

Mo Lianfeng hugged Wen Yuhuan's falling body, and the blood sprayed by Wen Yuhuan seemed to have penetrated deeply into Mo Lianfeng's heart, causing his soul to tremble with pain.

Mo Lianfeng gritted her teeth, put one arm around Wen Yuhuan, whose eyes were getting more and more broken, and slowly stood up, standing proudly on the cloud and glaring at the nine-headed general who seriously injured Wen Yuhuan.It seems that no matter what kind of death penalty is imposed on the other party, it is not enough to eliminate the hatred in his heart at the moment.

"Lianfeng..."

In a daze, Wen Yuhuan just murmured, but Mo Lianfeng hugged him closer: "Senior Brother, don't be afraid, Lian Feng is here, right beside Senior Brother, not going anywhere."

Mo Lianfeng gently comforted Wen Yuhuan in his arms, and with a slight movement of the fingertips of his right hand, the churning flames quickly turned into flower bones and took root on the huge body of the Nine-Headed Demon General, piercing through its flesh - body, like a nail pierced into his bones.

The Nine-Headed Demon General wailed, twisting its huge body desperately, but the pain became more and more uncontrollable.The flower stems of the red lotus are like densely packed blood vessels, and the huge body of the nine-headed demon general seems to have been sucked dry in an instant, and the magic energy poured into Mo Lianfeng's body like a hundred rivers and seas.

Before being burned by the blossoming fire lotus, it turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared into the world.

"The villain!"

Just when everyone was dumbfounded, a shout of anger came over like a torrent of bells, and palm printers from various sects suddenly came slowly from a distance.

Mo Lianfeng's body trembled, and the despair in his eyes slowly spread like ripples.

He gritted his teeth and hugged Wen Yuhuan, who was seriously injured, and descended from the sword, then slowly knelt down on the ground.

"Master Master..."

In the chaos, Wen Yuhuan only saw red lotuses burning in the sky, as if he was in the abyss of reincarnation, but he didn't know a kind of coquettish to cruel beauty.

The blossoming lotus petals gradually separated from the stamens, burning...slowly turned into little sparks and scattered with the wind.

Wen Yuhuan knew that the war was over, but his heart seemed to be slowly withering at this moment, and the red lotus in the sky was gradually becoming barren.

He looked at the splendor of this school, as well as the surprised eyes of the disciples around him.

At this moment, Wen Yuhuan's expression was even uglier than crying.

He knew better than anyone else that the cruel beauty in front of him was expressing a grand farewell.

A farewell between Mo Lianfeng and Lan Ying.

A farewell between Wen Yuhuan and Mo Lianfeng.