Long Aotian [Transmigration Book]

Those idiots who killed thousands of knives!

The moment he saw Su Buping clearly, Jin Fu's heart ached for Qiu Ze's death.

Oh no, he didn't know the name of this little Nascent Soul at all. Strictly speaking, Qiu Ze's backer had lost his heart.

But now Su Buping is still staring at him with a smile on his face, Jin Fu can't cut him if he wants to, and can't scold him if he wants to, so he can only lie down obediently, almost suffocating himself in one breath.

No matter how much he wanted to suffocate, he still had to swallow his breath and reply: "This subordinate doesn't know."

Su Buping's words "He is the future Supreme Demon Dao" almost popped out of his throat.

Think about it later.

It is said that the future is unlimited, and when it is not realized, it is empty, and the tree attracts the wind. At this time, setting up a shining target for Ye Feizhe to poke the eyes of the Mahayana around Mo Dao is tantamount to calling Ye Feizhe to die.

That person has been dead for so many years, and it's hard to find someone who is pleasing to the eye, so he must use more snacks.

So he glanced at Jin Fu with a sneer, and snorted through his nose: "You don't know who he is, but you still dare to attack? Do you want to die?"

Jin Fu was dumbfounded by the scolding.

In this world, he has killed hundreds of thousands of people, if not millions. How can he take the time to remember their names and origins one by one?

Besides, there are so many people in their Mahayana, and they know each other well, and they can count on two hands the people they can't provoke, and they can understand it when they meet each other.

But the speaker is Su Buping.

The Mahayanas of the Demon Dao were willing to bow their heads and call out the venerable Lord, not because of the face of the former Demon Lord whose bones might have turned to ashes.

In fact, if it weren't for Su Buping's own limitations as a weapon spirit, he had to fall into a deep sleep state for many years before he recognized his master, he would be the one who most deserves to be the Supreme Demon Dao.

Therefore, even if Jin Fu feels that he has been wronged like Meng Jiangnu, and if he is not fair, it is worse than bullshit, he still has to lower his eyebrows and pinch his nose to admit:

"That's what the Holy One taught."

"Holy Saint... Holy Lord?"

The second sound of the Holy Venerable falling gave Bai Ruojin a sense of pitiful reality.

You know, when Jin Fu appeared, Bai Ruojin's heart stopped beating.

That is to say, only when Su Buping can see Jinfu is like looking at Chinese cabbage.

Otherwise, with Jin Fu's status and status, where would he not be able to say what he wants?

It's not a person that Bai Ruojin can see Zunrong at all.

When Jin Fu respectfully called Su Buping to the Holy Venerable, Bai Ruojin's three souls and seven souls were all blown out of the sky together.

He grinned his teeth, and because of the excessive shock, the expression on his face was quite ferocious. He grabbed the Patriarch of the Bai family and shook him vigorously: "Is he the holy one?"

What did you say?

Bai Ruojin was thinking in a daze.

A lot, I can't remember.

But to sum it up, probably, probably, it seems, roughly, that Chu You and Ye Feizhe are a natural couple, you are not even a monster, you dare to intervene, why don't you go look in the mirror and die.

Bai Ruojin didn't dare to think deeply, let alone recall carefully.

He gestured to the beam above his head, wanting to throw his belt up and hang himself.

Why did you do that with your own thoughts?

He hoped that the holy knife would not be confused by Ye Feizhe, so he tried his best to dissuade Su Buping from getting involved between the two of them.

The result is now...

What the hell is this all about? !

"son!!!"

Seeing Bai Ruojin's movements, the Patriarch of the Bai family turned pale with fright, and the soul that was frightened away by Su Buping was frightened back by him, "Why don't you think about hanging yourself?"

Bai Ruojin turned her head sadly, and sadly said to him: "It is better to die early than to die late, and to have short-term pain is worse than long-term pain."

"..."

The Patriarch of the Bai family calmed down for a moment, and actually felt that what Bai Ruojin said made a lot of sense.

He squeezed the cold sweat on his hands calmly, and said calmly: "Come on, son, let me go, father and son together."

When it comes to despair, the Bai family father and son are far inferior to Qiu Ze and Luo Yang.

Although Qiu Ze was injured by the wind from Su Buping's attack, he was physically and mentally weak, and the hand that was strangling Luo Yang's neck almost forced his eyes out. He roared: "Look at what you have done! This time! Both of us must die!"

As soon as he thought of the holy sword he had mentioned when he was showing off his majesty, he regretted so much that he wished to strangle Luo Yang and himself together.

Who would have thought that the Holy Knife, the Holy Knife, would actually be on the scene?

After living for more than a hundred years, Qiu Ze realized for the first time that he was really a living crow's mouth.

While shaking Qiu Ze's hand, Luo Yang dragged his choked throat to speak: "I, I, I said that he is the magic envoy that Holy Knife favors, how can you say that he has nothing to do with Holy Knife? ?”

Qiu Ze: "..."

Hold.

There are dozens or hundreds of magicians, just like a Chinese cabbage.

The holy knife has been asleep for hundreds of years, and no one can wake it up, just like a dead pig.

Who the hell would have thought that the holy knife would wake up this time?

Who the hell can think of the holy knife and can't think about choosing this magician?

With such unfathomable luck, why didn't I fall off the cliff to find the master's cheat book and practice it to an incomparable cultivation base?

On the other side, Jin Fu panicked and called out a third time: "Holy One!"

There is no need for Su Buping to say too much, he can already guess exactly what Su Buping wants to do.

When the previous Demon Lord was in power, he was bloodthirsty.

Things that violated the rules, things that annoyed him, things that he didn't like...all were done with one blow.

At that time, the Mo Dao was really full of swords and heads.

After drinking so much blood, Su Buping opened his mind, and in the way of killing, he almost carved out the same unreasonable virtues as his master.

Today I moved someone who shouldn't be moved, I am afraid that if I am distracted, I won't even think about staying.

For Mahayana, distraction is also closely related to the body. Jin Fu didn't want to be damaged for nothing, so he spoke very fast:

"Today's subordinates don't have eyes, and if they move people who shouldn't be moved, it's the subordinate's fault."

Jin Fu kowtowed again, a bruise appeared on his forehead.

When he suddenly raised his head, he met Su Buping. On that unmoved face, there was a blood-washed, cruel handsomeness that was almost devouring.

Jin Fu gritted his teeth hard, and regained some courage to speak: "In order to make up for my mistake, my subordinate must apologize to this fellow Taoist."

"Apologizing is not just a joke."

A voice came faintly.

Ye Fei was seriously injured, but he was the calmest among the group.

When he opened his mouth, Jin Fu actually felt a little startled.

Because their fear of Su Buping is justified.

Su Buping is the one who can control their life and death, so of course they have a reason to be afraid of Su Buping.

Ye Feizhe's indifference towards Su Buping is unreasonable.

He is a nameless rogue cultivator with a body like duckweed, what confidence does he have to bend over against Su Buping, not to be frightened by the grandeur of the holy knife?

But Ye Feizhe really did it.

He was carrying an ordinary scimitar for carrying water and chopping firewood, and there was a gossiping smile on the corner of his mouth: "My lord, if you want to make amends and apologize, you have to kneel down if you don't say anything." Crying and begging for mercy, let me believe in the sincerity of your so-called apology."

Ye Fei's implication was very clear.

Believe that he is a ghost and apologize, it is nothing more than pretending to look good in front of Su Buping.

Jin Fu's complexion faded as soon as he brushed the ground, and continued to speak to Su Buping holding back his anger: "This subordinate is willing to keep this fellow Taoist safe."

He finally raised his head, and his words were pun-meaningful: "After all, the Holy One can't be with you all day long, so it's hard to guarantee that this fellow Taoist will have a 21 time...do you want to use your subordinates?"

It's here, it's finally here.

The nonsense that Jin Fu had laid out for so long before, and he endured such a big breath, was not for the purpose of making a shitty apology and keeping him safe.

He is naked|naked|nakedly threatening Su Buping.

Your sage has great powers, but you are nothing but a weapon without an owner, and you cannot escape the fate of sleeping forever.

It is these Mahayanas who are really the masters of the evil way!

If Su Buping is willing to let Jinfu go back intact, Jinfu is also willing to give Su Buping a face, expose Ye Feizhe's matter from now on, and reward him with his life.

If Su Buping killed Jin Fu's distraction just like that, Jin Fu would have to arrest Ye Feizhe when he went back, with the hatred in his heart.

Su Buping was noncommittal, just smiled and said: "This is really a novelty."

After sleeping, someone dared to threaten him on the head.

There was no turning back when he opened the bow, no matter whether Jin Fu had confidence in his heart or not, he could only harden his heart and go all the way to the dark: "Could it be that you, the Holy One, can still protect him for the rest of his life?"

After finishing speaking, Jin Fu inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine, penetrating his bone marrow.

For a great cultivator who has reached his level, if his life is not at stake, what can cause him to deliberately give birth to omens?

Jin Fu straightened his neck stiffly and turned his head slowly.

He crashed into a pair of cold and lonely eyes.

Those eyes were extremely cold and silent.

At first glance, it seems to have passed through the deep universe beyond the Milky Way and stars, facing the gods and Buddhas above the nine heavens.

Evil.

Such a pair of eyes, growing on a young man who is not as old as the weak crown, and the cultivation level is not as good as the golden core, is the greatest evil nature.

Chu You said, "I can."

He was returning to Jinfu to question Su Buping's sentence "Could it be that you can still protect him for the rest of his life".

A person's life is full of fate, there is a sky beyond the sky, as close as parents and family members, as powerful as two leaders, how many dare to say that they can accompany you through the journey, and never miss the journey; how many dare to say that they will protect you forever, No hair loss?

Chu You thought clearly and spoke firmly.

In this day, no matter how many hardships there are, and how many layers of heaven and earth there are, the truth is always the same, and it always follows the heart.

If you want to be rich in your heart, you go to seek wealth, and if you want to live forever, you go to seek immortality.

In the final analysis, it is just what the heart thinks, and it takes half a lifetime to get things done.

And what Chu You thought in his heart was already doomed when he opened another door for Ye Feizhe, willing to accept the unknown bloodline and embark on the risky road.

He has a lot of time and a lot of determination, which is enough to spend his whole life with Ye Feizhe.

Jin Fu just wanted to scold the ever-used "what are you", but before scolding, he widened his eyes in horror: "What have you done to me!"

Let him down, Chu You is really something.

I don't know how Chu You manipulated it, but Jin Fu's distracted spirit body gradually thinned out, and his body was not feeling well either.

It was as if a handful of hair had been pulled out by someone, and the pain was terribly painful, and he became an unsightly bald man.

The demon cultivator cultivated with Yin evil energy, and the distraction condensed at a high level is the purest Yin evil condensate. For Chu You, not only is it not difficult to absorb, but it is also an excellent tonic.

It’s just that the tonic is a bit too much, the body is like boiling water in a pot, pouring a scalding pot, pouring the internal organs together with the flesh and blood into a burnt paste.

Chu You closed his eyes slightly due to the pain, and said softly, "Just pay for what you deserve."

Chu You didn't care who Jin Fu was, what intimidating means of status he had, or what terrible words he said.

What he thought was very simple.

Since that person has moved Ye Feizhe in front of him, don't even think about leaving with all his tail.

That's it.

"I'll see you in the future... My seat, I will definitely kill you!"

Jin Fu was so distracted that he had nothing to do, and only had time to leave a sentence of threats and scolding.

Chu You is calm.

For such cruel words, he has always come to listen to them as a hospice care, and forget them after hearing them, not as good as air.

"grown ups……"

Qiu Ze and Luo Yang were still feuding with each other just now, one choked their necks and the other broke their hands. This time they were surprisingly unanimous, crawling towards Chu You's feet with their faces covered with tears and fingerprints.

There was a gust of wind.

Qiu Ze and Luo Yang watched helplessly as their hands were left with nothing but bones in the wind, as if they were wind-blown gravel.

Then to the arms, to the shoulders, to the body...

Their proud cultivation, their exuberant and inexhaustible vitality, and even the most basic skin and muscles, all turned into insignificant dead branches and leaves, and were swept away in that strange wind.

In the end, there were only two white skeletons left, and the black holes on the skulls leaked air from the eye sockets, dazed and at a loss.

Until their deaths, Qiu Ze and Luo Yang's struggling fingertips never touched Chu You at 01:30.

Su Buping watched the whole process with relish, and did not forget to ask Ye Feizhe: "Do you know why I showed up on purpose?"

Without waiting for Ye Feizhe to speak, he asked and answered by himself: "Because Jinfu and the others had the guts to touch the head of the future Supreme Demon Dao."

The Mahayana exists every year, and one or two deaths are not too rare, no more than the Supreme Demon, he has been looking forward to it for hundreds of years, gold is precious.

Ye Feizhe answered irrelevantly: "Are you asking this question as my savior, or as the sage of the Demon Dao?"

It’s weird.

If other people know that they are the so-called Chosen One, that the Supreme Demon Dao is a certainty, and that there is such a big backing as the Holy Knife, they will probably dance wildly and find the north, not to mention going back to repair the smoky ancestral tomb.

Ye Feizhen alone is not the same.

Don't ask the Supreme Being of the Demonic Dao, don't climb a big tree to enjoy the shade, but want to pursue a position that Su Buping speaks.

"neither."

Su Buping smiled and said, "Me? I'm just a poor sword spirit who has been waiting for hundreds of years to choose a master."

"Then give up."

Ye Fei's voice was flat and unwavering: "If you speak from the standpoint of my savior, morality is hard to violate, and I will agree to you. Others, the Holy Lord of the Demon Dao, choose the master sword spirit—"

He didn't continue because of etiquette, Su Buping was stunned because he heard the meaning of "you're a fart" from Ye Feizhe's meaningful pause.

Su Buping didn't give up: "I can give you a very strong power, the kind that can aspire to become the Supreme Demon."

Not to mention, when Ye Feizhe was young, he didn't know the importance of cultivation. He was the happiest and the most frivolous. At that time, he narrowly judged others by himself, thinking that even if it is a dog, after hundreds of years of cultivation, he can cultivate himself to behave like a human being. Cultivation world.

But how many outstanding talents like him can there be?

How many families are there who are as arrogant as him?

How many people are as talented, outstanding, and arrogant as him?

It wasn't until he was beaten like a dog by Jin Fu's men that Ye Feizhe realized that being too arrogant and not carnivorous, there will be retribution in this world.

Falling off a cloud does hurt.

It's embarrassing.

Ye Feizhe was really moved.

Speaking of his heartbeat, he really couldn't see the frown on his surface.

"Forget it." Ye Feizhe sighed, and said leisurely, "I promised my master that I will never touch the devil in this life."

In his master's words, Mo Dao is a bunch of fucking bastards, and it is not appropriate to keep a good Xuanshan fairy head. Do we have to go to Mo Dao to swim in the muddy water and compare who is more asshole?

For a Demon Lord to say such words, one can imagine the bastardity of the Demon Dao.

Although Ye Feizhe thinks that the world is as black as crows, and he probably can't find a few more jerks than him in the magic way, but after all, sometimes you have to listen to what your master says.

Su Buping was surprised and said, "You actually listen to your master."

"Will you listen to it? You have to do what you promised to others. It is the same as the kindness you have received from others."

Ye Fei folded the injustice into the scabbard with a backhand:

"Remember the grace of saving my life, return the sword to you, the Supreme Demon Dao loves whoever, and there are a lot of Demon Cultivators who want to be, so don't hang yourself here."

It's a pity that Su Buping has a very strong desire to hang himself.

He just shook his head and smiled, leaving a sentence: "You will understand later."

This is the fate that none of them can escape.

After saying that, he disappeared without a trace, and he didn't even bother to ask Ye Fei for any injustice.

It is a great spectacle to make yourself look like a pottery with a dignified holy knife.

"A Zhe."

When Chu You said this, he was in a very bad state, but his eyes were like stars burning with fire.

The pain caused by too much Yin Qi entering the body is not so much torture as rebirth.

For the pain of powerlessness is the greatest, compared to the shattering of a body is a gift.

He seemed to be saying it to Ye Feizheng, but also to himself: "It's all right."

At the same time, the extremism from the blood is like a trapped beast, bumping into the cage woven with reason and self-deception and the stability of the years.

The trapped beast opened its mouth, and a hoarse voice was drawn into the demon.

"You can't hold back Ye Feizhe."

"You know he's lying to you."

"You will never be able to hold back Ye Feizhe."

----

"Sir!"

The magic palace where Jin Fu lived was supposed to be a majestic palace with strict guards, but now it is in chaos.

"I'm... fine."

The source of the commotion, Jin Fu, closed his eyes, and squeezed out three words from his lips,

His subordinate attendant lowered his head, unable to see his face clearly, but obviously he didn't quite believe him.

Jin Fu knew that his injury was serious this time.

The supernatural power is broken, and the distraction is swallowed up, how can it be light?

The worse he was injured, the deeper he hated the person who hurt him:

"Come here! I want the entire territory of the Demonic Dao, no, one person is wanted in the entire Immortal Realm!"

Jin Fu slowly clenched his fists, showing a smirk: "Let's just say...the future Supreme Demon Dao will appear, named Ye Feizhe."

His distraction alone is not enough to kill Ye Fei, so is it enough for a group of Mahayanas who are jealous?

There have always been only people he Jinfu didn't want to kill, and there was no one he couldn't kill.

To be able to die under the name of the Supreme Demon Dao is also an honor that Ye Fei spent eight lifetimes seeking.

So as messengers from family to family traveled all over the Demonic Dao, the fake news deliberately spread by Jinfu spread like beacon smoke, and hoarse voices whispered everywhere:

"A new demon has appeared."

"who is it?"

"A boy from Raozhou, named Ye Feizhe."

"Pass down the order, shoot and kill."

----

Not only the magic way, but also the high level of the immortal way turned the sky upside down.

With an order from the head of the immortals, the four masters of the four sects of immortality, Sifang, Dahuang, Bahuang, and Shiji, who are like pillars, gathered together.

The old guy who has lived for hundreds of years has no time to appreciate the rare snow-covered mountain scenery of the Sifang Sect, nor does he have the time to show off how good his disciples are, all of them have serious faces and expressions.

The head of the Sifang Sect took a deep breath: "If my calculation is correct, it will be a disaster for the world, and I will be born..."

The name Huoshi sounds mysterious, and it is difficult to connect it with a real person.

Only these few old guys who have lived for hundreds of years and hold almost all the mysteries of the world in their palms know that misfortune is not a magical weapon or an evil technique, but a very special bloodline.

That kind of blood is passed down to the ancient great monster, who can swallow all evil spirits in the world, from the bloody light that slaughtered a city and a country, down to the trivial things when quarreling with others, can be humanized by people with the blood of "disaster" For your own use.

Because the bloodline of Misfortune is basically acting against the sky, the ancient great monster who first passed on the bloodline was wiped out as early as ninety-nine and eighty-one days under the punishment of Tianzhu Thunder.

Most of the later descendants died under the torment before the bloodline awakened, and it is rare to see a truly awakened calamity in thousands of years.

Those who have great power will suffer great disasters.

Those who act against the sky will not die well.

It's always been this way.

Every time a calamity is born, it is bound to be accompanied by panic.

And how terrified the people are, how strong the fear is born, and how powerful the disaster is.

Under such a vicious circle, every time a misfortune is born, the world will suffer a catastrophe.

No wonder the four masters even omitted the repertoire of showing off their junior disciples when they met, and went directly to the topic.

If the misfortune once grows——

Even the masters of the four sects dare not imagine the world of cultivating immortals that will be turned upside down in the future.

The head of the Eight Desolation Sect resolutely said: "The order continues, all the disciples of my Eight Desolation Sect, except those who can't retreat, will go out to seek disasters. Those who are incompetent will protect themselves, and those who are capable will be killed."

"and many more."

The head of the Sifang sect stopped the other three heads who wanted to pass on the order.

He sat there, as solemn as a pine and a cypress, and like a peerless sword that could not be restrained, he propped up the backbone of an immortal: "You don't need your master's order, use my immortal head's order."

The hearts of the other three present jumped in unison.

Immortal order!

Once the Immortal Head Order appears, it has only one meaning:

Together with the immortal gate, there is no end to death.

When the demon cultivator who insisted on injustice and killed the demon way first ascended to the supreme position, was he treated like this?

The sound of metal and iron clashing against the table made of iron fairy heads was like the first drum of war.

The head of the Sifang Sect swept over the three of them, his eyes were as clear as a mirror, reflecting all kinds of beauty and ugliness in the world: "When things come to this, we old fellows don't have to hold them."

His appearance is clearly still young, but his tone of vicissitudes does not feel inconsistent.

When the world is peaceful, they gather together to drink tea, play cards, plant flowers, amuse birds and brag about their disciples.

When the world is about to be chaotic, they pick up their swords and go down the mountain gate again.

As long as you have a good breath, there is no such thing as a good air.

----

In the Hehuan sect, people walked and died, even the father and son of the Bai family, with expressions as if they had just woken up from a dream, were about to go home to explain their funeral, and hanged themselves with their belts.

Chu You: "Aren't you going?"

He didn't raise his eyebrows, and he looked sombre and unmoved. No one could have imagined what kind of crazy Yin Qi counterattack he was suffering.

Ye Fei folded and wanted to leave.

But he dared to say it directly, once he left, Chu You would be out of control on the spot.

It's not easy to drag it so far, I can't just watch Chu You go to a dead end, even if Ye Feizhe leaves, he has to wait until Chu You is not so crazy before leaving.

So he said, "Why should I go?"

The corners of Chu You's lips twitched, mockingly: "I just swallowed Jin Fu's distraction."

Based on this alone, even if he still uses spiritual power and looks like a serious immortal cultivator, others will never think that he is walking the right way.When the news is released, it is not an exaggeration to say that everyone gets it and punishes it.

Ye Feizhe said calmly: "It's very satisfying."

Chu You said flatly: "I swallowed Qiu Ze and Luo Yang into bones."

If it is said that his method of dealing with Jin Fu is a wild way, then his method of dealing with Qiu Ze and Luo Yang is even more wild among wild ways.

This way, not only is everyone in the immortal way shouting and beating when they are full and supporting them all day long to slay demons and demons, but it is also immortal in the demon way.

Ye Feizhe: "Oh, that's a happy event."

He received it without any obstacles, but gave Chu You a pause.

Perhaps there were too many changes in the Acacia Sect and his party, and the blood in Chu You's body was awakened. After one by one, he saw that Ye Feizhe was not as vague as before, and all the good qualities of truth, goodness and beauty were gone. Ye Fei folded his body and pulled the hard cover.

It's a bit like when they first met, at least they were looking at a real person.

Ye Feizhe really engraved indifference into his bones, Chu You thought.

Rather than saying that he was indifferent because he was not surprised by the changes, it was better to say that he was disdainful from above.

Those who don't catch his eye, of course, disdain.

However, Ye Feizhe didn't know how attractive his eyes were.

How many people have spent their entire lives trying to get to his eyes, even wanting to climb to that height.

Chu You pressed closer, so that Ye Feizhe could see himself more clearly: "One of my bloodlines has awakened."

His tone was neither fast nor slow, neither high nor low, and the placement of each word seemed to be in time, as if he was just discussing a trivial matter:

"I don't know who that bloodline came from, and what inheritance is important. But you can see the ending of Jin Fu and others. I can swallow their evil spirit for my own use, and kill people invisible."

Having said that, Chu You was silent for a while.

After all, he is still a 17-year-old boy, not to mention Raozhou. He didn’t even go out of the Chu Mansion in the first 17 years. The most heinous idea was to burn down the entire Chu family. Similarly, Xiao wanted the illusory number one position in the world.

All in all, even though Chu You is a freak, he has not seen much of the world, and even if he is a freak, he is limited.

Chu You still has to think about it before he can determine the description of his incredible blood:

"Although I don't know what to do with this awakened blood, I understand that I am not allowed in the world. I am the world, and I am a big taboo for both immortals and demons."

The more he talked, the more Chu You felt that he should be like this.

Born is a sin, and deserves all the hateful eyes.

"I will absorb more evil spirits, and maybe one day I will be backlashed and become a lunatic who can only kill people. I have lost my conscience, and my six relatives will not recognize me."

"So you're not leaving?"

"In a sense, the male lead is right. His bloodline should be called Disaster, and all descendants of Disaster generally have only... the ending of Disaster."

The system that hadn't spoken for many days jumped out to explain to Ye Feizhe in detail, and after explaining, he wondered:

"It's very strange that the bloodline of this misfortune in the original book is the biggest secret of the male lead. Occasionally, those who have seen the clues are all sealed up forever by the male lead's killer, and have been concealed safely until he ascends."

"Why did the male lead take the initiative to talk so much to the host?"

If it weren't for knowing what Ye Feizhe meant to Chu You now, the system would have wanted Ye Feizhe to be careful about being murdered.

After all, the system is not a human being, and does not know the complex structures and awkward emotions of human beings.

The current Chu You is not as cold-blooded and ruthless as the hard-hearted, cold-blooded Chu You decades later in the original book.

There was still a soft spot in his heart.

The appearance of Ye Feizhe was just right for Chu You.

If I insist on a metaphor, Ye Feizhe is like that layer of lampshade, which finally protects the last flickering flame in the cold night.

Chu You will also... Can't find a way, don't know where to shelter.

I also want to ask for a soft word of comfort, so as to support him to go on.

But Chu You lived in the darkest malice for 17 years after all.

It has been tempered that he is full of thorns, and Chu You is extremely cautious, not daring to bet on anything that is a little bit good.

He didn't have the scenery and the moon shining in the blue sky and white sun, nor the transparency and tolerance nurtured by the tenderness and tenderness.

Chu You couldn't afford to gamble or lose.

So even if he longed for a word of comfort from Ye Feizhe, he would stick his neck and throw himself into the mud.

He demoted once, even if Ye Feizhen demoted him again, and threw him to the ground again, it didn't matter.

If he really couldn't see through Chu You's words, Ye Fei would have lived for hundreds of years in vain.

Instead of being angry, he smiled: "Do you want me to praise you for being great, and there will be bloody storms in the future, or do you want me to call you mean, and there will be so many bloody storms in the future?"

"Chuyou, what's your future?"

Probably because he didn't expect to have a third answer, Chu You didn't answer for a moment.

Ye Fei refused to budge: "Okay, I can do it if you do."

"No, have you seen the knife in my hand?"

He drew out the injustice and closed it again, his voice was colder and colder than the sound of scabbard clashing: "The holy sword of the devil, injustice. I don't know how many people call this sword the demon sword and regard it as an ominous thing."

"Did you call me before you heard Su Buping?"

"He said that I am the Supreme Demon Dao in the future."

"How do you know that I won't take this knife to wash the devil's way with blood, wailing and killing people everywhere? How do you know that I am not approaching you to use you, your blood may still be a stepping stone for me to take power."

In the end, Ye Feizhe sneered coldly, and his tone was light and fluffy, without much love or hatred:

"So, you really don't want to go? It's still too late to go now."

"You don't want to leave yourself, and you come to ask me if I can go?"

"That's different, Ye Feizhe."

Chu You looked into his eyes and said.

Feng Shui took turns, this time the one who couldn't speak was replaced by Ye Feizhe.

When Ye Feizhe was still the head of the fairy, he had been rampant for so many years. Some respected his cultivation, some loved his appearance, and some feared his identity. All kinds of eyes were numb, but he had never seen Chu You. kind.

I can't tell whether it's a survival from a desperate situation, or a survival from a desperate situation.

Like the flowers blooming on the cliffs, the pool of spring in the snow-capped mountains and wilderness, so many years of unknown hardships, just a match made in heaven when looking at the past.

"You treat me differently than I treat you."

Ye Feizhe was the first ray of light that shone in his life, giving him a new life.

To Ye Feizhe, Chu You was just an insignificant passerby.

Different, indeed different, Ye Feizhe thought.

After all, he didn't have time to cause disasters to the world, and he could show his sincerity to others.

But he wants to deceive even the sincerity of disaster.

Ye Feizhe suddenly wanted to go back to the past.

Back to love is love, hate is hate, you can tell Chu You uprightly, I don’t care what kind of blood you shed, whether it is really a disaster, I only know that you are my friend, as long as you do nothing wrong, I will protect you In the end.

It's a pity that I can't go back after all.

"Chu You, no one can hold you back except yourself."

The injuries on his body were mixed with the little bit of conscience left, and Ye Fei couldn't hold on after a few tosses, and his eyes were blinded by fatigue.

He happened to miss Chu You's eyes.

The inferiority attack from the depths of the blood echoed low and murmured in Chu You's ears, haunting him.

"You can't hold back Ye Feizhe."

Really... can't hold it?

"The host should be careful of the hero's bloodline." The system suddenly reminded.

"Once this kind of bloodline is born, it will be a major event that will cause a sensation in the entire cultivation world. Although it is not easy to be detected, it is difficult to guarantee that it will be able to detect it with special means."

Ye Feizhe thought it was reasonable, and said to Chu You like a scripture: "Compared with whether you can't leave, I think you should be more careful about your own blood."

He was seriously injured, set off by the thick black color of his eyelashes and temples, his skin was as thin as paper and as brittle as glass, almost frightening, for fear that he would melt away with a bang.

But Ye Feizhe himself didn't care.

Looking closely, one can still find a bit of his playful smile under the long eyelashes, casting a little lukewarm shadow at the end of his slightly curved eyes.

When a person looks down on life and death together, it can be regarded as a kind of Zen that is almost detached.

"Don't be treated as a scourge before the scourge reaches the world."

Facts have proved that Ye Feizhe is worthy of being a person who has cultivated to the point of ascension. His cultivation base is gone, but his realm is still there.

As soon as his last note fell, the sharp sound of breaking wind echoed in the sky.

Looking up, under the white clouds, there is a spiritual light passing over the swan geese faintly, and in a blink of an eye, the shape can be vaguely seen, it is a young man and woman walking with a sword.

How fast did Jian Guang fly away?

In a short time, they approached from the vague three or two points in the sky, and Ye Feizhe could even hear them shouting "disaster."

"I was wrong."

He said to Chu You without sincerity: "For the sake of saving your life, can your blood absorb spiritual energy? Or can it only absorb evil spirits, which will have an effect on demon cultivators?"

and many more……

The dizziness from excessive blood loss rushed into his mind, leaving Ye Feizhe blank for a moment.

What's wrong with me?

He thought in confusion.

The immortal disciple who came from Yujian has a pure spirit, not to mention how hard he practiced and how kind he is, at least he is an innocent and normal person.

Those disgusting people and those who have done wrong things will be killed if they are killed.

But Yujian's immortal disciples shouldn't die. If it were Ye Feizhe before, no matter how arrogant and rebellious he was, when encountering such things, he would at most drag Chu You and run away with him instead of thinking about fighting back.

Even those disciples of Xianmen were nothing to him before.

What shouldn't be done is what shouldn't be done.

Ye Feizhe felt strange for the first time.

How could he become so worthless?

"Damn the world!"

While he was in a daze for a while, several immortal disciples had already lowered their flying swords and visited the Hehuan Sect's mountain gate.

This group of disciples who came here also had an extraordinary status among the four sects of Xianmen.

They are all the direct disciples of the head elders of the four sects. After the four sects worked together to calculate the approximate location of the catastrophe, the disciples rushed to Raozhou non-stop.

As for where their teachers are going and what they want to do, it is not the scope of their disciples to ask.

As soon as it came down, the disciples immediately felt something unusual.

According to common sense, this kind of Xiaozong, according to their status and vision, they would not look down on them anyway.

However, the grass and trees here are messy, and the turning of the land is a trivial matter, but the traces left by the fighting are shocking.

Even if there is not much remaining spiritual power and magic energy left, it is not difficult to see the evil spirit of the fight from it.