Book Transmigration: A Guide for the Protagonist to Obsess

The waning moon is like a bow, mottled the shadows of trees.In the deserted long street and ancient road, someone came running wildly, with ragged clothes and blood stains.

Behind him was a group of unidentified monsters wrapped in black cloth from head to toe, searching along the bloodstains, screaming excitedly under the moonlight.

Although he was exhausted, he gritted his teeth and persisted, as if he was still talking to himself.

"Is it because I ruined my face and they stopped chasing me?" Fan Sheng was a little impatient, "Don't pretend to be dead at the critical moment, and quickly think of a way for me! Is there any benefit for you if I die!"

"No, you won't die." The flat, toneless voice in his mind sounded again, reminding him: "They are monsters, they have no face, and they will only take your face after they catch you. You will become a faceless person like them, and live forever..."

Counting the days, it has been almost 18 years since Fansheng traveled to the novel "One Sword Into the Demon". In this world where every step of the way is tricking everyone to kill demons, he has become the youngest son of the ancestor of the demon way.

However, he was already a dead person, and he felt that it was not a loss to be able to live his life again in this form, until one day the system told him that this was an enchanted system, and the stronger the magic way, the longer he would be able to live.

In the mainland of Kyushu, everyone cultivating Taoism is delusional about one day attaining Taoism and becoming an immortal. They have always sneered at the way of demons, killing them quickly, and forcing one person to become a demon. It's not that simple.

But if you want to drive people into demons, you must first cut off their backs, destroy their reputations, take away their treasures, make them desperate, isolated and helpless, and think that the road ahead is lost, their reputation is ruined, and no one believes in them, and then they become demons with a single thought.

Unfortunately, he was targeted by monsters as soon as he came out of the magic way, and the demon king came to the human world, a major event in the past century!

Fan Sheng didn't dare to stop at all, and waved his sleeves to resist the continuous stream of monsters.

The monster flew over, the wide black cloth shook, Fan Sheng's eyes went dark, and the person was already covered by the black cloth.

His body was also thrown to the ground, and a bone-chilling body was stroking his arm.

The black cloth was torn off, and Fan Sheng saw the light again, and what came into view was a dark and empty face.

The four monsters suppressed his limbs respectively, unable to move. The back of his head hit the stone slab heavily, his chest heaved up and down, and he was panting unsteadily.

Before the flowers and under the moon, the night is quiet.

Someone came through the void, dressed in black as if trying to blend in with the night, step by step, like walking on flat ground.

"The flesh is good, it's even my heart, how about peeling it for me?"

The Demon Lord's voice was hoarse, with a hint of deepness, and his face could not be seen clearly under the ghost mask, only the devilish energy surrounded him, which was indescribably eerie.

Fan Sheng frowned, smiled slightly, and said in an unhurried voice, "I am the son of Patriarch Samsara, if you kill me, aren't you afraid that he will trouble you?"

Although he is a man, he has a romantic charm, his pupils are agile, his face is like a peach apricot, his posture is leisurely and elegant, and he still has a lonely and thin appearance.

Fan Sheng's body lightened, and his body had already been hugged and crashed into a warm embrace.

Surprisingly, the Demon Lord did not have that unpleasant rancid smell on his body.

"Hand." Mozun's throat overflowed with a word, and the breath in his body was even stronger.

Fan Sheng's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and at some point he smelled a bloody smell, and he took a look, it turned out that the four monsters who were pressing him just now broke their hands, and they gritted their teeth tightly and dared not yell out.

Fan Sheng's body froze, and the expression on his face was slightly dazed.

Mozun seemed very satisfied with his actions, put his arms around his waist and chuckled in his ear: "Your skin and flesh are mine, and I won't let anyone touch them."

Fan Sheng remained motionless, lying obediently on his chest, with his eyebrows lowered.

Suddenly there was a sword shadow in front of him, with sword aura flying from a hundred feet, as if someone was fighting.

The Demon Venerable tilted his head and looked at it.

"Good opportunity." A cold light flashed from the corner of Fan Sheng's eyes, and he raised his hand to hit the devil's chest.

Taking advantage of the situation, he flew down, pulled out the devil's sword, and pretended to stab himself in the chest.

The skin needs to be alive to keep it fresh, and the demon king needs his face, and he will never let him die.

Sure enough, the pain from the long sword entering his body never came, and warm liquid dripped down the edge of the sword onto the back of his hand. The Demon Lord stretched out his hand to hold the edge of the sword in order to prevent himself from hurting his body.

Fan Sheng turned his backhand, and the sword was driven by him, and made a piercing sound, which hurt Mozun's palm, and more and more blood dripped on the ground, speckled.

Mozun laughed instead of anger, making Fan Sheng's hair stand on end in a dumbfounded voice: "Those with thorns should be pulled out bit by bit."

Fan Sheng's scalp went numb for a while, and he took the opportunity to escape far away, Mozun said angrily in a deep voice, "Chase!"

Fan Sheng seemed to be running wildly on this deserted street, squinting his eyes half-closed, feeling the sword energy in front of him, wailing everywhere, and looking closely, there were quite a few people standing on the street, all of them dressed in white clothes with long swords on their backs, looking upright , Kill the monster under the sword.

Looking back, those monsters chasing him had stopped at some point, staring at him and the group of men in white.

What a strange situation this is.

On one side stood the man in white, on the other side stood the monster in black, and he stood in the middle.

"This is embarrassing." Fan Sheng stood still, holding the magic sword, and sighed.

He has re-read this novel countless times, how could he not know that the group of white-clothed men in front of him are Kunlun disciples, and their mission is to slay demons and demons.

It stands to reason that he should run towards the Kunlun disciples unswervingly, but he is not a good person, a son of the devil, and also the target of the Kunlun disciples. There are wolves in front and tigers in back, and he will die wherever he goes.

The footsteps that shattered the world followed, and more than a dozen white-clothed disciples swung their swords: "Everyone in the devil's way can be punished, and they will be captured if they are not tied up!"

Obviously, he also regarded Fansheng as a part of the monster, unable to avoid it, and was forced to participate in this fight.

On one side is the monster, on the other side is the Kunlun disciple, both want him to die, but fortunately he has the magic sword in his hand to protect his body, in this fight, he is more than capable.

All the Kunlun disciples have a high level of cultivation. Facing countless monsters, they are not afraid at all. The light on the tip of the sword is flowing, with a strong murderous aura, piercing the chest of the monster in one fell swoop, but those sword lights are too fierce and diverge. Among them There are several cold lights coming towards Fan Sheng.

Fan Sheng only felt a wave of air blowing towards his face, and when he let go of his hand, the magic sword flew to nowhere.

This piercing sword aura had to expose his strength. When he gritted his teeth and wanted to bear it, a more powerful sword aura overwhelming the sky and earth resisted in front of him, with a protective cover of golden light shining.

Someone broke from the void, dressed in white clothes, and his icy face was three points colder than the moonlight. The cold sword in his hand turned into countless sword lights, and all the monsters who tried to escape turned into flies under this sword light. Ash.

The group of Kunlun disciples saw the appearance of the person, and suddenly changed their expressions, and said in unison respectfully, "Second Senior Brother."

He raised his eyes and glanced at the visitor, Kunlun's second senior brother, envious of him.

He had heard a little about Envy, that he was an extremely mysterious person, that he was upright and strong in martial arts, that he was a leader among his peers in the righteous way, and that he was someone he could never afford to offend, but...

"One of the enchanting missions is to force envy to become enchanted." I don't know if it is Fan Sheng's illusion, when the system said this, the flat and toneless voice was slightly excited.

how?Can't even control the system in front of good-looking people?

Fan Sheng looked at the miserable young man in front of him who was breezy and breezy, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Although this envy is a well-known and upright person, he is also a ruthless character. Back then, he killed his junior brother who had been with him day and night for decades without mercy. Now that it falls into his hands, he probably has no way out.

In front of many people of the righteous way, Fan Sheng consciously minimized his sense of existence. He heard the group of Kunlun disciples reporting the visit of the Demon Lord to the human world to Envy.

Fan Sheng looked at the Kunlun disciples around him, secretly thinking about the escape route, but felt that the surrounding air was a bit cold, and his voice stopped talking.

He looked up, and suddenly met his envious gaze.

Envy stared at him for a long time before withdrawing his gaze, standing in front of him with his hands behind his back, looking at the mottled moonlight under the shadow of the tree, wondering what he was thinking, and said calmly, "Where do you live?"

"I'm just an ordinary person. I live in Hexi. Thank you heroes for saving me tonight. Otherwise, if I fall into the hands of the devil, I will be skinned and boned. I will keep my kindness in my heart. I will leave when it is getting late."

Envy Zhi's expressionless expression was indifferent, and he saw through Fan Sheng's lies: "I know you, the youngest member of the Samsara Sect."

Fan Sheng's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, slightly trembling.

There are seven schools in the world today.

Kunlun, the Way of Heaven, Wangchuan, and Wuya, these four schools are the right way.

Nether, the other shore, and reincarnation, these three factions are demonic ways.

The head teacher of Samsara is his father, few people know.

"How do you know." Fan Sheng only felt that his teeth were trembling when he spoke.

He died before leaving the teacher, and the hero burst into tears, and escaped the skinning of the devil. Could it be that he could not escape the strangulation of the righteous way?

Envy did not answer him, but said to the group of Kunlun disciples: "I took this person away."

The words are cold, but extremely weighty, beyond doubt.

Regarding his words, the Kunlun disciples did not dare to criticize him.

Envy bowed down, wanting to pull him, "Follow me."

"I'm a demon, are you going to kill me?"

Envy's eyes were not disturbed, and he took advantage of the opportunity to pick up Fansheng who was looking at him on guard. The wind whistled past his ears. Fansheng couldn't open his eyes, and he didn't dare to open them. He said a few words, or he misheard.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

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