I am a Juggernaut by virtue of my beauty [Transmigration Book]

Mu Xiwei's expression this time was very fierce.

There is a strong look in his eyes, no matter how gentle and handsome he is, he can't suppress that hostility, as if he is going to run over aggressively in the next moment and fight you to the death, even if he can't beat you, he will die together.

It is a kind of ruthless determination that can risk everything to pull someone's back.

In Luo Yongzhou's eyes, it has a miraculous effect of calming the mind.

He just thinks young people are very pleasing to the eye.

His facial features are very pleasing to the eye, and the beast-like energy between his eyebrows has become a kind of vindictive and straightforward, even holding hands is very comfortable.

It's like... catching a log in the sea.

Mu Xiwei's sword blowing up the demon camp was really fun.

Luo Yongzhou was thinking just now, what did the original owner do in the first few hundred years of his life?

Friends should turn against each other, and should be alienated.

As soon as the younger generation saw him, they began to wipe away tears. It was as if he had seen his own lonely old man, repented and denounced his former misdeeds as a wolf-hearted and unfilial son.

Even the people who tried to protect a hundred years ago... all died under his sword in the end.

What did the original owner do in the past few hundred years, and what was left behind?

Is it the vain reputation of the sword master among the world's population, and the hypocritical worship of Mu Qiang's popularity?

What's the point?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt suffocated, Jian was still quietly lying on the table, Luo Yongzhou stabbed Mu Qi right through his mind.

Then Mu Xi blew up half of the tent slightly.

What a joy.

Luo Yongzhou thought.

This is what a sword master should do, stab Mu Qi with a sword, blow up his half-seat magic army camp, and blow Mu Qi into a shooting star in the sky.

It's fair and aboveboard, and it's fun, why are you sulking here?

Luo Yongzhou grabbed Mu Xiwei's hand, as if grabbing a piece of driftwood, and also pulled out a little bit of what a sword master should have been.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, even if reincarnated once, Mu Xiwei is still there.

Then living for these hundreds of years is not very disappointing.

"Master..."

Seeing that Luo Yongzhou had been silent for a long time, Mu Xi felt that the original negative emotions of hating Mu Qi so much that he would tear him to pieces gradually subsided, and he became uneasy:

"I don't know what's going on. I was behind the screen just now, and I heard that Mu Qi was trying to threaten you. I already hated him to the core. Once he did that again, he would add fuel to the fire, and his anger would hit my heart—— "

The sword energy in Mu Xiwei's body didn't listen to him.

Jian Qi let out an angry low moan out of his dantian.

Several people have seen the subsequent results.

Half of the demon army's camp was blown away, and Mu Qi hasn't seen a ghost yet.

Mu Xiwei didn't show complacency at all, on the contrary, she felt something was wrong in her heart, and she raised her head.

That sword energy is too powerful, too huge.

It doesn't look like the original sword energy that he can drive at all, but it's more like some kind of... far more magnificent source of sword energy.

When the sword qi burst out of his dantian, Mu Xiwei's brain rumbled, and his eyes suddenly went dark. When he opened his eyes drowsily, the chaotic scene had changed.

He saw the radiant galaxy like a waterfall hidden behind the Nine Heavens, and outside the flickering Milky Way, he saw the most essential and powerful thing in practice.

It is moral.

Three thousand avenues, the galaxy universe.

This scene was too brilliant and magnificent, and Mu Xiwei could not bear it at all. He only took a few glances before his eyes became dizzy, his head was heavy and he couldn't control himself.

After a moment of erratic feeling, Mu Xiwei fell to a place where he could see and touch again, and the surrounding demon tents were in ruins.

He had to believe this extremely astonishing fact.

Just now, with the original sword energy in his dantian, he blew up the demon camp and at the same time flew Mu Qi with him.

Speaking of it, Mu Xiwei himself didn't believe it.

After listening to him, Luo Yongzhou was thoughtful.

Judging by Mu Xi's slightly tossing movements, he doesn't believe that the thing that jumps out for no apparent reason is the original sword energy.

Luo Yongzhou himself knows the original source of sword energy from Luo Yongzhou and how powerful it is.

After blowing up the tent, Luo Yongzhou thought to himself that even if he tried his best, he would never be better than Mu Xiwei. How could it be the original sword energy?

but--

Mu Xiwei's identity is different from ordinary people, he still doesn't know what happened a hundred years ago.How could the majestic great demon lord a hundred years ago not have some means of self-defense?

Luo Yongzhou didn't care too much about the past, on the contrary, he quickly relieved, comforted Mu Xiwei and said:

"It's nothing, since it was never against you, it is a good thing to help you blow up the demon camp."

Mu Xi nodded slightly.

The truth is this truth, but the faint uneasiness in his heart is always unavoidable.

It's like a person in the foundation building stage who took a elixir from heaven and suddenly found that he could beat a dozen land gods in a special state.

Although this state does not last long, and it is not known when, where and what circumstances can trigger it.But the feeling of being deserved is still unavoidable.

Luo Yongzhou moved closer to him, teasingly said: "I don't mind if you have other sword qi in your dantian half-heartedly, why are you nervous about this person?"

Fortunately, there was a mask on his face, so he couldn't see his facial features clearly, leaving a way out for Mu Xiwei.

Even so, Mu Xiwei's face turned red all of a sudden.

Looking at Luo Yongzhou, he suddenly felt better.

Don't care about Mu Qi, don't care about those crap things that got together hundreds of years ago.

He still has Mu Xiwei here.

That's not too bad.

While the two were chatting for a few words, Mu Qi came back and came in through the door which was about the same width. The clothes and accessories all over his body were neat and tidy, and not a single thread was messed up.

Luo Yongzhou reasonably suspected that it took so long for his grandson Bofei to go back and forth, and the extra time was used to adjust his clothes.

Mu Qi looked at the two of them, his eyes moved slightly.

He has lived for tens of thousands of years, and he has never lacked the ability to judge the situation.

Mu Qi knew very well that Mu Xiwei had made such a move, he had nothing to threaten Luo Yongzhou, and the matter of the origin of the demon could basically be regarded as a failure.

Logically speaking...it shouldn't be...

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Mu Qi couldn't figure it out.

Mu Xiwei was a demon lord a hundred years ago, and was not favored by the heavens. It was a fluke to be able to preserve the complete reincarnation of the soul. How could he still keep such an astonishing trump card?

Nothing that happened a hundred years ago escaped his attention.

When things got to this point, Mu Qi didn't do any futile work.

It is true that Luo Yongzhou's strength is not as good as before, and Mu Xiwei's sword probably cannot be used anymore.

But Mu Qi also has scruples.

His current land immortal cultivation level is due to his painstaking efforts and going around many circles, so that he can temporarily deceive the heavens and gain a foothold in this world and get rid of the mortal body.

There is no room for more mistakes.

He and Luo Yongzhou looked at each other.

Originally parted ways temporarily, get rid of each other.

Mu Qi happened to be mean-spirited.

No matter how many times he has changed his skin, the evil blood of the ancient great demon still flows in his bones. He never sees the good of others, and he only wants to destroy the beautiful things in the world.

The more cruel and painful, the happier Mu Qi is.

For example, Xicheng in 700.

Let's say this time again.

He said to Mu Xi slightly: "You are behind the screen, you should have heard the conversation between me and your master. I want to ask him for something this time. That is the other side of your master as I said before."

Mu Xiwei's expression was very calm, and his heart was calm and calm, which was not something a teenager could have.

He didn't care what Mu Qi said at all.

He didn't care about the other side of his master that Mu Qi said at all.

Who is Luo Yongzhou, what kind of appearance, what kind of temperament, Mu Xiwei has his own concerns.

He knew better than Mu Qi.

Mu Qi showed a playful smile, as if he was telling a very interesting thing, deliberately whetting the listener's appetite:

"What I asked him for was the origin of the demon."

Mu Qi thinks this is a very interesting thing.

In the end, the origin of the demon will fall to the sword master who has countless demon souls and has killed two great demon masters.

The sword master who killed two great demon lords and frightened the world with the first light of a bright candle is about to be reduced to the point where he relies on the origin of demons to support himself.

No matter which side of the two parties, it is a great joke.

To Mu Qi, such an ethically reversed thing is of course very funny.

"Oh."

Contrary to Mu Qi's expectation, the boy's reaction was surprisingly cold.

The indifference even gave Mu Qi the illusion that he was dealing with himself politely.

Mu Xiwei didn't think there was anything to say about it: "Everyone knows that my master killed the big monster a hundred years ago, and the origin of the monster is most normal in my master's hands."

For his reaction, it is estimated that Mu Qi told him that the origin of the demon has recognized Luo Yongzhou as the master, and Mu Xiwei will probably say that my master is a noble character who sacrificed himself for the world to accommodate the origin of the demon.

Mu Qi didn't really want to go down with Mu Xiwei, so he wisely closed his mouth.

He laughed out loud like no one else.

Interesting, really interesting.

A hundred years later, Mu Xiwei, who looks like a blank sheet of paper, is really interesting.

I just don't know what it will be like when he remembers what happened a hundred years ago and the white paper is dyed black?

"Want to go?"

The first light of the bright candle returned to Luo Yongzhou's hands at some point.

His words were indifferent, his expression was absent, but he inexplicably revealed a sense of condescension:

"You were the one who killed the people in Xicheng, and you were the one who robbed my apprentice. I'm afraid you would have been involved in the case a hundred years ago, right?"

According to Mu Qi's temperament that he would die if he didn't have a sense of existence, if Mu Xiwei hadn't been there in the incident a hundred years ago, Luo Yongzhou would have used the first light of a candle to chop off his head and kick it as a ball.

"Yeah, I did it."

Mu Qi changed his mind, stopped and stayed, and said frankly.

His devil's temperament caused troubles, Luo Yongzhou was just about the lives of Xicheng's people, and the more he valued his apprentice, the more Mu Qi downplayed it, and his tone was relaxed.

He enjoys the feeling of control brought by this kind of trivial life, and he also likes to see the expressions of fear and anger on other people's faces.

Luo Yongzhou: "You admit in front of me that you have done this, and you still want to leave?"

Mu Qi smiled at him provocatively: "Could it be that the sword master is going to take the risk to attack me with the [-] demon army and your apprentice together?"

Luo Yongzhou had previously said to the leader of the Japanese Ministry that he prefers direct action to verbal threats.

He is a person who can turn out flowers and blow himself up to the sky with a single mouth. Often eight out of ten words in a sentence are nonsense, but that time what he said was true and could not be faked.

His sword really moved.

At this time, Mu Qi's thoughts coincided surprisingly with the leader of the Japanese Ministry who only had one soul left in his hand.

It's not that he doesn't have confidence in defeating Luo Yongzhou.

But he... How dare he Luo Yongzhou?

Behind him is an apprentice who can't protect himself, and in front of him is a hundred thousand demon army.

How dare he Luo Yongzhou?What kind of mind did you have for this sword?

"I don't have any thoughts."

That sword lifted up half of the sky like a long rainbow through the sun. Compared with Luo Yongzhou's voice, his voice became softer. Only that careless taste can still make people fly into a rage:

"You called me a Juggernaut, do you think I dare?"

At the gate of Xicheng City, the disciples of Baiyun Jian and the demons faced each other in black and white.

Yan also asked: "Are you not letting us go out of the city, but also restricting our actions in the city?"

The leader of the demon clan felt that he was asking too much, and didn't even bother to answer, so he just said with a sneer: "Yes."

Yan also said: "Very good."

His temperament is like his master Lu Guijing, he has always been friendly and easy to talk to, even though he is an ordinary disciple in the sect, he is not afraid of repaying the banquet.

But Yan is still essentially a sword repairer after all.

He said slowly: "There is one thing you may not know."

"My Baiyunjian disciple has never been controlled by others."

The sword ming sounded sadly against the night wind, and Yan hadn't drawn his sword yet.

His figure is like the wind, and his sword light is like thunder, this sword is beyond everyone's expectation.

The Demon Clan laughed twice, and also greeted this ignorant boy!

The scene that the two parties imagined that the sky thunder and the ground fire did not appear.

On the contrary, Yan and Mozu raised their swords and stood stiffly on the spot, one leg was still raised; the other raised his palms, his whole body was frozen, and even the gloomy smile on his face froze into a ridiculous state.

Of course, Yan Huan and Mozu wouldn't deliberately laugh when they were fighting.

When they made a move, spiritual power and magic breath flowed in the meridians of the two of them to supply them, endlessly.

But a sword energy pierced through the air.

That sword energy is not domineering and sharp.

On the contrary, the sword light drifted in the night wind little by little, like catkins and poplar flowers blooming all over the sky in March, and it also brought a soft taste of the cold willow wind blowing on the face.

In the past, I have gone, Yang Liu Yiyi.

A sword creates love.

Probably because they were awakened a little nostalgia for this city in their lifetime, all the restless residents of the city stopped their movements, and their faces showed confusion.

Trapped in this city for more than 700 years, most of them don't remember their surnames, what they have experienced during their lifetime, and their family and friends.

Just relying on instinct, day after day mechanically and numbly repeating what he did in his lifetime.

I really don't know what it means to exist like this.

Fortunately, the residents have already numb their minds, and they can't perceive joy and sorrow, crying and laughing, and don't need to think about such profound issues.

The sword light separated inch by inch, if it was just a tree of willow catkins and half a yard of poplar flowers at first, then it gradually bloomed petal by petal in the process of fluttering and fluttering.

It's like flying goose feathers and heavy snow, falling all over the city, and bringing a little bit of light.

Jianguang silently merged into the residents' bodies.

The blank look on their faces gradually disappeared, and their sanity gradually recovered.

More than 700 years have been enough to smooth the edges and corners of the stone.The residents here no longer have any sadness of dying in vain, but more of the peace and peace that can finally be relieved.

They stretched out their hands to catch more Jianguang, and bowed deeply to the master of Jianguang.

Immediately extradited into reincarnation.

Can finally get rid of these 700 years of endless meaningless repetition.

For a time, all the streets and alleys in Xicheng were filled with sword lights like catkins, and all the residents took a piece devoutly, bowed their heads in salute, and then entered the cycle of reincarnation.

According to the light, this city has a sense of tranquility 700 years ago, instead of the previous city that was full of mystery, death and madness.

Bai Yunjian's disciples were stunned on the spot.

Most of them are young, their cultivation level is not high, and they haven't seen a few big scenes.

The city is full of swords like lamps, and tens of thousands of people are extradited. It can be seen that they have lost all the ability to express themselves, only tears streaming down their faces.

With tears in their eyes, they saw the person in the center of Jianguang.

The white clothes are like snow, the cloak curls up with clouds, and the light pierces the night when you look up, making people's eyes brighter and more painful.

They don't even have to bother thinking.

In the whole world, there is only one person, one sword.

Raising the head is a famous painting handed down from generation to generation, and drawing a sword is an eternal legend.

If you go forward, you can kill hundreds of thousands of demons with one sword, and if you retreat, you can save the people in the city with one sword.

Bai Yunjian's disciple knelt down almost subconsciously.

"Juggernaut!"

Yan also shouted excitedly.

The appearance of Luo Yongzhou is really a heavenly man, and let the banquet forget all the unreliable things about him at the sixteenth hour of Luo, and he almost shed tears when he was excited.

Luo Yongzhou hummed lightly.

The demons remained frozen in place.

It wasn't that he was so stubborn, he could still keep his expression on the face of the Juggernaut himself and plan to have a tough fight with Luo Yongzhou.

It's just that under the sword of Luo Yongzhou crossing the city, the blood of the demon clan surged, and the breath of the demon flowed backward.

He has no doubt that if he withdraws and retreats at this moment, he will definitely die from the magic breath.

After a quarter of an hour, the sword light dimmed, and one sword light was about to hit one resident, and the residents had already stepped into reincarnation, so there was not much left of the sword light.

The few remaining snowflakes seemed to be spinning around Luo Yongzhou.

Luo Yongzhou put his sword back into its sheath, his cloud sleeve fluttered, and said to the banquet: "Stay in Xicheng for the night first, and then you go back to Baiyunjian."

"Hey!" Yan still came to his senses, and hurriedly asked for instructions: "Sword Master, how should these demons be dealt with?"

Just at this time, the remaining few sword lights gently brushed the demon's throat, and the dull sound of the body falling to the ground started a burst of dust.

In this sword light flying catkin, not a single flower was wasted.

Luo Yongzhou didn't turn his head back, he just said a few words: "Of course I killed him."

Yan also rushed to catch up: "Then what about the battlefield of the demons?"

Things in Xicheng were full of twists and turns, but Yan still hadn't forgotten that the purpose of their trip was to fight for the battle between humans and demons.

Mu Xiwei explained to him intimately: "Most of the [-] demons were...killed by the master, and the rest were routed and returned to the demons' lair."

He was vague for a moment, hiding his part in it.

Yan was still dumbfounded.

After the sluggishness passed, there was another burst of joyful surrender.

Maybe this is the land god.

In just half a night, he ran back and forth for thousands of miles, killed most of the demon army with one sword, and crossed a city of people with another sword.

As expected of...a land god, is...the number one in the world.

"Master!"

When the two returned to the inn room where they were originally staying, Mu Xiwei asked him seriously:

"How is your physical condition?"

Not really.

Originally, the evil energy accumulated in Xicheng for 700 years had stirred up the origin of the demon in Luo Yongri's body, and the reaction made him very uncomfortable.

What's more, he walked back and forth for thousands of miles, and successively made two swords in the camp of the magic army and in Xicheng, both of which shocked the world.

Luo Yongzhou's persistence to this moment without showing fatigue is already amazing.

He curled his lips indifferently when he heard the words: "I'm fine, but it's a pity that Mu Qi escaped in the demon camp, so I can only save it for the next time."

As expected of a great demon from ten thousand years ago, what he said was more powerful than what he said. Once he made a move, Mu Qi would spare his life more than anyone else, and escape faster than anyone else.

Luo Yongzhou's sword hadn't come down yet, Mu Qi's figure was gone, and he didn't even say a harsh word.

A villain like Mu Qi who is shameless and knowledgeable about current affairs can be directly expelled from the villain status is rare.

Luo Yongzhou probably understood how he survived these 1 years.

The victim left, Luo Yongzhou thought about it, and decided to take the remaining demon army.

Anyway, the natural enemies of the human and devil races, they are not innocent, and it is just time to end this war as soon as possible.

Luo Yongzhou clicked his tongue regretfully: "Mu Qi can hide, if I don't know where he is hiding, I can rush over to find him and beat him. I have nothing to do, don't think your master is too weak."

Mu Xiwei wanted to deceive people.

Under the light, his face was extremely pale, and the warm flames flowed on Luo Yongzhou's face, unable to illuminate even a solitary trace of blood.

He usually has too much blood, and when he killed him, he rolled out a demeanor that was not easy to provoke. Although his appearance can make people drunk, it can also make people's liver and gallbladder cold.

Just dare to look at it.

But this time Luo Yongzhou's face was pale, his bones were actually thin and straight, exuding an aggressive look.

And it happened to be covered with such a soul-stirring skin, even the slight lightness of the lip color, it all faded out the smell of Qionglou about to fall, and spring scenery about to fall.

It is said that looking at beauties under the lamp, Mu Xi looked at Luo Yongzhou under the dim light, and he just saw that the thrilling good times are not long.

How can he stand it?

Mu Xiwei didn't expose Luo Yongzhou.

But his silent appearance, as well as the words "You are lying" that he wished to write directly on his face, had already fully revealed Mu Xiwei's intentions.

Luo Yongzhou smiled.

When he was with Mu Xiwei, he always liked to laugh, and even the pain from the evil energy invaded his body was relieved together:

"Don't be angry, there's nothing you can do."

Mu Xiwei was still angry, angry with herself.

If it hadn't been for him being captured by Mu Qi, Luo Yongzhou wouldn't have had to bother so much.

He doesn't regret the dangers surrounding Luo Yongzhou, he only regrets that he doesn't have enough strength to protect himself.

Unknowingly, the idea of ​​wanting to become stronger quietly took root in the young man's heart, deeply rooted.

As deep as his affection for Luo Yongzhou is, so much is his obsession with becoming stronger.

Luo Yongzhou said softly: "The gods on the land communicate with the heaven and the earth, and I know everything that should be known about my every move."

"They knew that I came to Xicheng, and you were taken to the magic camp by Mu Qi. I disappeared for a hundred years, and I have aroused a lot of suspicion. If Mu Qi did nothing for me, it would be abnormal."

Earlier, the four surnames had blatantly stretched out their hands to the white clouds once, but he beat them back on the glazed platform.

If he doesn't make a move this time, I'm afraid it's not just the family with four surnames who will hit him next time.

In the final analysis, in the world of cultivating immortals, strength is the most important thing.Fame resources are so small in total, as long as they are a little weak, there will never be a shortage of wolves and beasts.

Mu Xi looked at him slightly, thinking of the important events in the world of cultivating immortals taught by the casual cultivator who brought her to the door.

Thousands of years ago, Baiyunjian was the first of the six sects, and the incense was at its peak.

When the demons rioted hundreds of years ago, the first state where Bai Yunjian was located bordered on the demons, so they were on the front line.

It seems that more than 300 years ago, Yueshuangjiang, the land god in Baiyunjian, and his two disciples died on the battlefield of the demons.

The white clouds withered almost overnight.

Everyone thought that the first sect of Immortal Dao had killed a sword when it was about to run out.

It is said that when he went to the battlefield of the demons, he was a real god who blocked and killed gods, and demons blocked and killed demons.

After one kill, he killed the great demon lord, and the demons were forced to retreat and surrender, thus bringing about 200 years of peace in the world.

It was Luo Yongri later.

Mu Xiwei suddenly remembered this paragraph after hearing Luo Yongzhou's words.

Although it sounds beautiful, the blood is boiling.

□□Behind the unknown scenery, how many things did he take on?

In the world, Luo Yongzhou will take care of the human race.

In the human race, Luo Yongzhou has to bear the burden of Bai Yunjian.

Is he born with more heads and six arms than others, and is especially able to handle things, or is he born with sharper swords than other people, and is especially able to hit people, so that he can bear so many things and such heavy responsibilities?

While Mu Xi was thinking wildly, Luo Yongzhou smiled at him again.

I don't know how he smiled, how the light in his eyes streamed, how his eyebrows were lifted, how the corners of his lips were curled up, and his pale and thin appearance made him laugh with an astonishing beauty:

"Besides, if they touch Xiwei, if they don't do anything, it will be hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart."

"The disciples who dare to touch my heart will naturally have to pay the corresponding price."

Mu Xiwei said, "Master."

He seemed to have made a lot of determination, and his knuckles were clenched blue and white.

Mu Xi slightly remembered the feeling of Luo Yongzhou holding his hand when he was in the demon camp.

Very light and very heavy.

The light one is strength, for fear of hurting him 01:30 points; the heavy one is meaning, just like the meaning of driftwood to a drowning person who refuses to let go.

There is also the pain in Qi Yunfei's mouth that Luo Yongzhou mentioned a hundred years ago when talking with Mu Qi...

Perhaps the master was touched by Mu Qi's memory, so he had such a gaffe reaction in the magic army camp.

It can't go on like this anymore, and timely stop loss is a good word.

Mu Xi thought for a while.

If this goes on like this, he may also sink into it, and his feet will be deep in the mud, and it will be difficult to extricate himself.

The young man is very serious, and treats every word he utters with extreme solemnity, which is almost less than swearing.

They are all promises to be fulfilled regardless of the cost.

"I don't know if you care. You have such a high status and so many people support and follow you. There must be no lack of mediocrity. But you are my master, the most important person to me. In my life will follow you."

Luo Yongzhou was baffled by his seriousness, just when he was about to say that he didn't need to be so moved by his body, Mu Xiwei spoke again.

He seemed to have exhausted the determination and courage of his life to say this sentence:

"But your affection, I can't bear it."

Of course he likes Luo Yongzhou, and he also wants to be liked by Luo Yongzhou.

But what Mu Xiwei wanted was to be liked by Luo Yongzhou, not to be treated as the same person a hundred years ago.

Luo Yongzhou: "???"

Ah? ? ?