A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

Mo Qingai used a trick to get herself and Feng Ye to replace the sedan chair, and the bearers didn't realize it, they were still chatting while leaning on the railing of the stone bridge, smoking cigarettes.

The line of sedan chairs stretched for dozens of meters, across the bridge, and lined up at the end of the alley.

The closer it is to the start of the blessing ceremony, the more tourists there are, most of them are from the surrounding towns to see the excitement, and many come here to admire the Ruichuan puppets.

Sitting on the horse, Mo Qingai dutifully played the role of a puppet, because his appearance was so extraordinary and handsome that even his lifeless appearance had an outstanding temperament, which attracted many people to gather around and discuss.

"Which family's young master is this, he really looks like a heavenly man!" Someone sighed, "I've never seen it before in the city!"

"I don't know which family's girl is going to marry. Look at it, it's a high-quality puppet with jade tied around its waist. It can be worth hundreds of gold in the Qiqiao Festival, right?"

The porter who led the horse knocked his cigarette stick on the stone pier where the horse was tied, shaking out a cloud of ashes, "Tsk, not only that, the Wang family was very flattering when he asked me to bring the puppet, and he asked me not to make any mistakes. , I’m afraid they collected a lot!”

He waved his hand, "Don't even think about it, you're not from Ruichuan at all, and you get married at the inn next door. I guess some young master brought... to Ruichuan to elope—"

The porter deliberately stumbled, glanced at the shadow in the sedan chair behind, and said in a low voice, "The one sitting behind is also a thing with a handle..."

The people who were close to him exclaimed softly, some of them shook their heads, and looked at the handsome groom on horseback with some disdain in their eyes. It turned out that they were going down the road of extinction, so it was no wonder they had to come to Ruichuan to beg for a doll after spending so much money.

Feng Ye's hearing was excellent, and he rolled his eyes under the hijab when he heard the discussions outside.

He then thought about it, after so many years of life as the proud son of the emperor, Mo Fengzhu had never been discussed in front of others in such a grand manner, so he wondered if he was angry.

"Master Mo?"

Feng Ye quietly performed a telepathy.

"What's the matter?" Soon he received a response from Mo Qingai.

As soon as Feng Ye heard the man's voice, he became happy, "I want to hear your voice - do you think we are secretly eloping with a song?"

There was no voice on the other end, and it took a long time before he replied, "It's Ming Media who is getting married."

"Master Mo is clearly buying and selling by force, and he doesn't even have a dowry." Feng Ye joked.

Mo Qingai chuckled twice in his mind, "I'll give you whatever you want."

During the conversation, the happy horn of Changjie sounded, marking the beginning of the puppet marriage ceremony.The entire street was filled with gongs and drums, and the sedan chair under Feng Ye trembled twice before being lifted up.

There were screams and noises from outside, and the tourists also started booing, and the bridal sedan chair team gradually moved forward.

It must be extremely uncomfortable for Mo Qingai to be watched in full view.

Feng Ye asked him, "What should we do next?"

During the previous discussion, the two guessed that Ruichuan Xiangrui's way of transshipment was stolen by someone using a puppet to perform an array, so they pretended to be a puppet and got on the sedan chair team in order to find the eye of the array to dispel evil spirits and attract blessings.

"Destroy the formation and find out the evil spirits." Mo Qingai replied lightly, "Stealing people's luck is against the sky, this method of passing on disasters is evil, even if it is done by a cultivator, it is very vicious. "

"Why?" Feng Ye paused, "According to your orthodox words, isn't it a good deed to benefit the common people?"

"Blessing is good, but luck stolen is hypocrisy." Mo Qingai said, "The fate of all creatures is balanced. Ruichuan is a place where floods are frequent and extremely evil. This is a disaster, but the mountains, rivers and waterfalls are beautiful. Fu, the two are like yin and yang."

"But the formation method stole other luck in the world and passed on Ruichuan's disaster." Mo Qingai paused, "The thousand-year-old flood turned into auspiciousness, but the opposite is true for the smuggled place. The sins involved are unpredictable .”

Feng Ye pursed his lips, and he said slowly, "I heard that Rui Chuan was almost unscathed during the years of 'I' killing the world?"

"Is this the way it stole?"

"Not necessarily." Mo Qingai said, "It's a calamity passed on."

Feng Ye was taken aback.

Mo Qingai then asked, "Feng Ye, do you remember what happened back then?"

"No." Feng Ye said, "I don't have the memory of the original owner, only a systematic oral statement—" He paused, and 001 said "Feng Ye" did all kinds of crimes for Bai Yueguang Qingjun's murder and arson, as if he didn't have any subjective evil move.

Something is wrong.

If it was the original owner, it would be the end from the destruction of the world to being subdued and then to the interrogation and execution in the Hall of Inquiry, but because of the awakening of self-consciousness, Mo Qingyi was disturbed by the inner demon, thereby changing the fate of the demon king in the script.

Feng Ye, as the only Mahayana demon cultivator who could save Mo Qingai, was kept by the head of the Jingxin faction. This was what everyone in the Hall of Questioning had seen when A Nuo tied him back to the Kongyingtan.

Feng Ye recalled the tense appearance of the black-hearted white lotus when he questioned the crime, and he became suspicious.

Qingjun gained the reputation of "a clean and virtuous man" by virtue of his first-class work in subduing demons, and was listed as the next head of the Jingxin sect. Once Feng Ye is still alive in the world, it must be a great hidden danger to him.

That is to say-

"Qing Ai, the Gu Jing you mentioned is composed of the best practitioners of the Meditation Sect?" Feng Ye said, "Should the candidate disciples for the head be among them too?"

Mo Qingai replied: "Yes, every head is selected from the ancient mirror."

"Then I know." Feng Ye said, "We've been tricked."

The bridal sedan chair had already passed through the busy city, and was marching around the city by an inaccessible part of the moat. The festive gongs and drums were still playing, but without the supporting audience, it looked gloomy among the group of wooden puppets.

Mo Qingai said soothingly in his heart, "Be careful."

Before the words were finished, No. [-]'s shrill suona pierced the sky, got stuck in the middle and died suddenly, as if the performer was strangled by the neck.

A gust of wind blew past Feng Ye's ears, and the red curtains and veils were all thrown away. He grabbed the hijab in front of him and turned his eyes away.

The sky darkened, as if it was suddenly covered with a layer of black cloth, so dark that there was no distinction between heaven and earth.

The scarlet magic pupil observed through the wind, sand and flying dust that the mountains and rivers in the distance were bubbling with the water of the river, and the evil breath began to boil in the corner, rolling into the dark sky, breaking a dark crack.

The roaring thunder exploded in people's ears, and all the voices in the team fell silent, except for the wind and thunder.

A pale bolt of lightning fell from the crack, extending into countless blood vessel-like veins, reflecting the entire Ruichuan into a funeral white circle. Like an elegiac couplet hanging Ruichuan's corner.

"The formation is broken." Mo Qingai seemed to sigh, and the heavy rain poured down from the sky, hitting the mud heavily, creating a pothole like a knife.

Someone broke the formation that prayed for Ruichuan for thousands of years.

Feng Ye didn't care about putting on the puppet, and turned his head abruptly, a sinister sword light split off the sedan chair he was riding in, the red curtain was torn apart, and the sky was full of gorgeous colors.

With the sound of fighting, Mo Qingai arrived in front of Feng Ye and summoned her natal sword.

Dozens of corpses of bearers lay on the ground, all of which had their throats sealed with a sword.

Feng Ye raised his eyes, and saw an extremely feminine face through Mo Qingai's side.

The man's skin showed a terrible bluish-white color, and the blood vessels penetrated into the skin like dry branches. It was a demon cultivator.

The domesticated 001 reminded at the right time, "This is the current Demon Lord, your former and present subordinate, Zuo Wuyin."

Zuo Wuyin...Qing Jun...

Feng Ye realized instantly, and shouted, "Stop him, don't let him run away!"

"Hehehehe..." The demon cultivator let out an uncomfortable laugh, "Have you finally understood? Demon Lord, ah no, the former Demon Lord?"

Before Mo Qingai waited for him to finish speaking, he raised his sword and struck at him.

is a phantom.

Feng Ye's ambition sank, the feeling of being calculated by others was really uncomfortable.

His brain was running fast, and he grabbed Mo Qingai, "Let's go!"

"Go? Where are you going!" A sharp spiritual force came with a solemn and resonant voice, cutting open the sleeve robe that Feng Ye was holding.

Feng Ye raised his head, just in time to meet the handsome and complex eyes beside Wan Gan.

Behind Wan Gan, there were 33 Gu Jing people behind him. His fierce eyes swept towards the scene of blood flowing into rivers on the ground, and he shouted, "Mo Qingai! As an elder of the Meditation Sect, it is true that you colluded with the devil to set up an insidious array in Ruichuan. thing?!"

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Mo Qingai's sharp eyelashes raised a cold light and blocked Feng Ye.

"Zhuzi slandered." Feng Ye said with a cold face, and raised his hand to take the life of that handsome dog.

The dark red demonic energy suddenly broke through the rain curtain, and the coercion of the Mahayana period made half of the meditation disciples present trembling and speechless.

Qing Jun's face turned pale. He didn't want to confront Feng Ye at first, but he came up with the plan. All the disciples in the ancient mirror were summoned, so he had no choice but to fight with Master Wan Gan.

When the oppressive devilish energy hit, his legs were half weak.

Fengye...why did Fengye treat me like this?Love is clearly inextricable!

"The devil is so vicious!" Wan Qian thought that the devil was coming towards him, raised his sleeves and swung Feng Ye's attack, his thick eyebrows twisted into a hemp rope, and cursed, "Mo Qingai, if you still want to help that The devil is no longer my Jingxin faction!"

Peak Master Mo acted as if he had never heard of it, he still stood there, his finger on the sword, not making a move was the only respect he had left for the sect.

"The matter hasn't been clarified yet." Mo Qingai said, "Feng Ye has always been by my side and has never done anything evil."

"You're still quibbling!" Wan Gan stepped forward, stepping on the torn red silk of the sedan chair into the mud, "Are these dozens of corpses fake?"

"It's Zuo Wuyin." Mo Qingai replied, "I just ran into him, and he killed him."

"Nonsense!" Wan Gan scolded, with a heartbroken expression on his face, "Master Mo, you are a junior brother with a bright future, how can you have a secret relationship with this cruel devil! If you don't admit it, then let me replace you!" Your immortal master cleans up the door!"

A flash of sword light greeted him, Mo Qingai frowned and dodged it, and said, "Why don't you believe it?"

"The devil's rhetoric, he should be killed!" Wan Gan was only one step away from the Mahayana stage, and with 33 high-level practitioners behind him, the fight would probably be a tragedy.

Ten miles away is a busy city full of people, Mo Qingai frowned fiercely, and kept away from Feng Ye's pursuit, no longer wanting to fight.

He was already covered in blood by Zuo Wuyin's frame, but if he fights with the disciples of the Jingxin sect, and the sword Wuyan hurts someone, then it's hard to argue!

The knife-cut rain curtain instantly blocked the figures of the two of them.

Wan Gan knew that he could not catch up with the two heyday Mahayana cultivators, so he waved back and led Gu Jing's 33 people back to report to the master, informing the entire cultivation world to encircle Mo Qingai and Feng Ye.