Cannon Fodder Disciple Dressed as a Master[Transmigration Book]

The gray-haired Celestial Clan stepped forward in surprise: "Your Highness, are you awake?"

When Qian Wei woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in Qianchenyuan's bedroom.

There are swirling black discs above the head, which are reflected on the black and black palace pillars on both sides, flickering and dimming.Lifting up the cloud tent, there are three or four floating palace lanterns in the distance. The candles inside have been extinguished, and the light from outside shines in, refracting a dim luster on the glazed pieces of the palace lantern.

He raised his hand to cover the light shining on his face, and the scenes of stabbing his master with the "Feng Ling Ba Leng Mace" before reappeared in his mind, causing him great pain.

Suddenly there was a slight sound of "Xisuo", and the cloud tent beside the bed moved, and a huge black dragon hovered up and landed on the ground directly in front of it, transforming into the appearance of Qian Chenyuan.

"Why, still feeling distressed?"

Qian Chenyuan's black hair was scattered behind him like ink, his eyes were deep and clear, and in the dim light, he could see the flashing purple inside, shining dazzlingly: "I always keep my word and do what I say, people of the Celestial Clan It has been released, and your Highness is still alive."

It's just that he stabbed the pure blood of Phoenix in front of everyone, and since then he has completely cut off the boundaries with the heavens.

Qian Chenyuan was talking, but Qian Wei didn't listen to a word, he slowly curled up into a ball and squatted, his eyes were dull and silent.

It was as if something he had been doing unswervingly was suddenly stopped by someone, and he suddenly became dazed.

Ever since he transmigrated into this world, he has been tense, and has been deliberately looking for a specific goal for himself: from the beginning, he wanted to survive, and wanted to deceive Immortal Yan Chen; Save, he thought maybe it would be good to follow Master like this in the future, and live an ordinary life...

After Xianzun Yan Chen died for him, he wanted to find him again, go to his side, protect him, and guard him.

People cannot be without a goal. Once they lose their direction, they will be like a walking dead, becoming confused.

And now Qian Wei is in this state.

His eyes lost light, which is not what Qian Chenyuan wanted to see: "Although you have been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage, you are not considered stable compared with other people who have passed through the ranks. If not I gave you a lot of spiritual power, I'm afraid you won't be able to sit here properly at this moment."

He raised his hand and summoned two demon cultivators: "Send Feng Ganwei to the Demon Tower for training."

The two demon cultivators glanced at each other, then stepped forward as ordered, and dragged Qian Wei off the bed.

Before he was taken away, Qian Chenyuan raised his hand and released a black light, which landed on his forehead.

Qian Wei raised his head, and the black light on his pale face turned into a bewitching red spot.

The Demon Tower is a cultivation tower summoned by Demon Lord Qian Chenyuan hundreds of years ago from the Xiaoqian World.

Under the universe, there are tens of thousands of worlds, some worlds are full of monsters and monsters, and some worlds have no aura.Immortal cultivators can break through the boundaries and enter the lower world, especially those like Qian Chenyuan who have reached the stage of crossing the catastrophe.

The magic building is summoned from one of the small thousand worlds. It has a total of ninety-nine and 81 floors. Each floor is a huge space. Some spaces are swamps, some spaces are forests, and some spaces are mountains. All kinds of monsters.

The cultivation base of monsters on the first floor is generally relatively low, and the higher the cultivation base is, the stronger it is. When it reaches the No. 70th floor, it has basically reached the strength of the distraction stage or even the Mahayana stage.

The magic building has only one entrance and one exit. The entrance is on the first floor, and the exit is on the No.80 floor.

If Qian Wei wants to get out of it alive, he must continue to practice in it until he can break through the No.80 floor, and then he can find the exit alive.

"Tell me, what is the attitude of the lord towards this person? The lord gave him the magic weapon forged from the blood and bones of his real body." One of the escort demon cultivators really didn't understand.

After the battle with the Celestial Clan, everyone in Demon City was discussing Feng Qianwei's identity.

At first, they all thought that Feng Ganwei was the demon king's favorite person. They could personally convey spiritual power to him, expand his spiritual veins to help him advance, and even let him lie in the bedroom. This was unprecedented for all the demon generals in the demon palace. of.

But now he is going to be sent to the magic tower.

To put it bluntly, it is experience, but to put it bluntly, it is to die.

"Who knows, maybe there is something special about this person, and the Lord should respect him." Another demon cultivator said.

As they spoke, they had already brought people to the entrance of the magic building.

This tower building volleys on the rock wall. The entrance is a stone step extending from the rock wall. Going up the stone step is the magic building.

There was a handrail entwined with vines on the edge of the stone steps. Two magicians quickly brought Qian Wei up to the black iron gate at the entrance.

"Master Feng, please go in."

The hand holding Qian Wei loosened, and the two pushed him a step forward.

Qian Wei stared up at the iron gate in a daze. The screams of monsters could be heard from inside the iron gate. It was empty, distant, and terrifying.

Seeing that he was standing still, one of the magicians wanted to go forward, but he suddenly moved, stretched out his hand almost without hesitation, and pushed the door open.

Inside the door, a strong wind blew in. The wind was mixed with a strong smell of blood, and there was a dark forest in front of him.

"How long does it take for people who enter the magic building to come out?"

Qian Wei spoke lightly.

The two demon cultivators didn't expect him to ask a question suddenly, and they were stunned for a moment.One of them was quite respectful, and answered him: "Very few people dare to enter the magic building to practice, and there are only a hundred people in the Shura world so far, and the Lord is one of them. Only ten out of a hundred people enter the magic building. There is no time for a hundred years. came out of it."

Apart from the Venerable Master, the Venerable Master is the fastest to clear the Demon Tower.

Is it a hundred years...

Qian Wei raised his head and looked at the sky above the magic building.

In the original text, after a hundred years, Master is already one of the most powerful beings in the heavens.I don't know what will happen to the master when he has a chance to come out of the magic building alive.

He let out a long breath, and then stepped into the magic building without hesitation.

The iron gate was slowly closed, and his figure gradually disappeared at the end of the black forest...

After completing the task, the two magicians turned their heads and left the magic building.

When they returned to Demon City, they met Ling Zhi of Hehuan Sect at the city gate.

"Master Ling."

Ling Zhi glanced at them strangely, knowing that they had given away to the Demon Tower, he couldn't bear to ask: "He went in?"

"Yes."

Getting along with people is a bit strange, at first Ling Zhi had no feelings for Qian Wei, even if he was introduced into the training formation, he would not have the slightest sympathy.But as the two of them got in touch with each other more often, she would always pay more attention to him: "Did you say anything before going in? Did you not ask the Lord for mercy?"

The two demons scratched their heads: "No, he went in by himself."

Lingzhi: "..."

As soon as he entered the magic building, life and death were unpredictable, not to mention that he had just passed the Nascent Soul Stage.

Could it be that the Lord really wanted his life?But if he wanted his life, why didn't he take back the magic weapon?How did the Mozun think of him after putting so much effort into it?

"Lord Ling, shall we go report first?" Seeing that she didn't ask any more questions, the two demon cultivators bowed respectfully and left.

Lingzhi waved his hand and let them go down.

She turned around and looked at the vast sky outside the city. Under the layers of clouds, the magic building standing in the mountains seemed to be like a stone statue, without the slightest movement.

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Heaven, Seven Mountains, Fengji Mountain.

The Yaohua Palace was brightly lit for 21 days, and His Highness Yan Chen, who was seriously injured, was finally rescued.

Immortal Miao Dan fed him the last life-saving elixir, and stood up with a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the magic weapon piercing the chest was made by His Highness's phoenix feather, so it cannot harm the original body."

If it was any other magic weapon, the wound would have been so deep that it would have been wiped out long ago.

A gray-haired Celestial Clan serving at the side frowned. After this period of time, he already knew that the person who hurt His Royal Highness Yan Chen was the waiter selected by Fengji Mountain at the beginning, or Prince Liyuan insisted on picking him up. For His Royal Highness Yan Chen, something like this happened now.

Lin Li's heart skipped a beat, and he hurried forward and said, "Our Highness doesn't know that the man is actually a demon cultivator. If he knew, he definitely wouldn't assign it to His Highness Yan Chen."

He came to visit by order, after all, he was the prince of the pure blood of Phoenix, so he had to go through the motions.

And it seems that since the battle in the Asura Realm, their Prince Liyuan's attitude towards His Highness Yan Chen in Yaohua Palace has changed a lot, and he will care about him from time to time.

The gray-haired Celestial Clan was reminded by him and thought of the demonic appearance of that young man that day, and he guessed in his mind: "Maybe it is the spies that the demons planted in Fengji Mountain."

"Y-maybe." Lin Li recalled the time he got along with Feng Qianwei, it seemed that it was difficult to see that he was a demon cultivator.

What's more, Fengji Mountain has a special enchantment, and usually the demon cultivators with demonic energy cannot enter, so how did Feng Qianwei enter?

The person on the bed trembled slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

The gray-haired Celestial Clan stepped forward in surprise: "Your Highness, are you awake?"

On the bed, Yan Chen had already changed into clean and tidy clothes. He was leaned on a soft pillow, his body smelled as warm as jade, his white hair was half tied with a green hairpin, and his eyes were cold.

During the more than 20 days of his serious injury, he had actually woken up several times, but because of the seriousness of his injury, he soon fell asleep again.After he had recovered a lot in the past few days, he would occasionally sit quietly on the couch, and just lie down for an hour or two without saying a word.

The scene of Feng Gan stabbing him is vivid in his memory, he should be angry and angry, but for some reason, his heart is very peaceful.

He just wants to know why.

Why did he want to kill him, why did he become a demon cultivator as soon as he raised his head...

Or is it that he was from the Asura Realm from the very beginning, and he came to his side only under the orders of the Demon Lord?

But if this is the case, why does he still make custard for him, celebrate his birthday, and make cakes for him...

"Your Highness. I will make a good weapon. If I encounter any monsters or water monsters in the future, I will be able to protect Your Highness."

"Is His Highness's birthday coming soon? I remember it is tomorrow. I will accompany His Highness to celebrate his birthday tomorrow, okay?"

"If Your Highness thinks it is delicious, I will often make it for you in the future. I also studied egg tarts, wood bran cups, and dirty buns. I can celebrate His Highness's birthday once a month."

"Your Highness, you are so beautiful."

……

Could it be that all the things he did to him in the Yaohua Palace in the past were just flattering gestures?