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

Luo Yongzhou has traveled through many worlds, and he understands the truth that if you want to make a move, you should not talk nonsense, and those who talk too much nonsense will end up as cannon fodder.

As soon as his words fell, the sword light suddenly appeared, and a ray of sword light rushed away like frost!

The momentum was not huge, the sword light was very thin, less than half an inch attached to the blade, in terms of brightness it was not even comparable to any oil lamp Xiaoxing Shen had.

But where it passed, Xiaoxing Shen's top floor was refined by Da Neng's special technique, and the floor tiles that could still be intact under Mahayana's full strength blows were neatly split into deep and smooth cracks in the middle, as easily as cutting tofu.

Under the extremely fast sword light, the distance of hundreds of feet turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

Jian Guang approached Tan Bansheng's throat.

Luo Yongzhou frowned.

The last time he faced the leader of the upper star department and the five Mahayanas, he did not do his best at this time, so it should be foolproof according to common sense.

Luo Yongzhou still felt that it was not enough.It's not enough for Shang Tan's half life, and it's not enough for Yu Jianqi itself.

That sword should be powerful but fiery.

Thousands of miles of wind brings joyful air, and heaven and earth are my furnace for casting swords.

Although today's swords are powerful, not many people in the world dare to plunder their sharpness. The Mahayana kills with their eyes closed, and the Holy Land must drink a pot, but I always feel... still not enough.

Always separated from what he wanted.

Tan Bansheng didn't change his face, when he rolled up his sleeves, the embroidery on the sleeves glowed like a galaxy surging in his sleeves.

The roof tiles were shattered one by one, and before they could actually hit the ground in the future, they turned into powder and drifted in the night wind. The cold wind poured in, revealing the truly vast night sky outside.

The moonlight poured down like a river, lighting up the large formation on the roof, and the lines filled with moonlight were intertwined and intertwined. At every intersection point, they all reflected with the stars on the top, as if the Milky Way had been brought into the world.

The white lines flow slowly and orderly, densely overlapped and covered together, not like a murderous trap, but more like a long river that spans time and space.

In the first light of the bright candle, a line of sword light cuts straight forward, and the relaxed posture of cutting off the silver thread is not much worse than cutting off the spider web.

But the sword light is getting slower and slower, more blunt.

The connection between Luo Yongzhou and Jianyi became weaker and weaker.

It's not that he doesn't have the strength to cut it off, if he wants to, it's only a snap of his fingers to completely break this formation.

But he was unwilling, or it would be more appropriate to say that his sword was unwilling.

"This formation is used to go back in time." Tan Bansheng was tepid, as if he was facing an old friend for many years: "I know that no matter how powerful the killing formation is, it is useless to deal with you."

If you say that you are number two in the world, you can only take the second place, then the sword master is number one in the world, but only the first two words can describe his invincible spirit in the world.

Even if the remaining [-]% cultivation base is the same.

Fortunately, Juggernaut has never been a perfect person, he also has a fatal weakness, and Tan Bansheng happens to be the person who knows his weakness best.

Tan Bansheng's voice gradually lowered: "In this formation, you will see the most unforgettable part of your past, and it is also the part of the past that you most want to repeat. You have forgotten the past, but you still remember your sword clearly."

In this way, the sharpness of the sword will naturally fade, not as good as Daqian.

Every word he said was lighter than every word, and the snow-line-like sword light gradually dimmed, and finally shattered in the formation.

Luo Yongzhou's figure also faded in the long river of time and space.

"You can come out now." Tan Bansheng turned around and called out to the demons hiding in the corridor.

After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze back to Mu Xiwei.

Tan Bansheng's eyes were very complicated, with both deep hatred and pity for Mu Xiwei, it was hard to imagine that a boy who only built a foundation and was not much different from ordinary people could arouse his emotions to such an extent :

"He is now trapped in the long river of time, and Qi Yunfei is trapped downstairs. Yue Yingque hurt his vital energy a hundred years ago, and it has not healed yet. Qiu Qingya, who returned to Bihai, often went into and out of dangerous situations, and his disciples were watching, maybe Can come here."

Mu Xiwei: "..."

He knew everything else, but what kind of reason did Gui Bihai's Qiu Qingya have?

That land fairy is the master of Gui Bihai's current suzerain. It is rumored that he is second only to the sword master in the world of cultivating immortals. Not to mention that Gui Bihai's people chased and killed him before he had settled his grievances. How does he rush over?

Mu Xiwei thinks she doesn't have the face to be that big.

"So—" Tan Bansheng sighed leisurely, feeling a little relieved, "It's time to understand what happened a hundred years ago."

"Wait senior!"

Mu Xiwei spoke quickly, afraid of being interrupted by Tan Bansheng, so she said quickly: "I know why you want to kill me."

Talk about half my life and hey.

It shouldn't be, if Mu Xiwei recovers his memory, why would his cultivation stay at the pitiful Foundation Establishment?

Mu Xi closed her eyes slightly, and said bravely and decisively: "Senior, just tell me, is it Senior Yue Yingque or the Sword Master that you had a crush on a hundred years ago?"

Otherwise, how could they still not forget to take revenge on their heirs after a hundred years?

After much deliberation, Mu Xiwei came up with this explanation.

Facing the eyes of the demons beside him who suddenly realized that "so it is so", the smile that Tan half of his life has been calm and confident in his chest until now, slowly collapsed.

He decided to teach this ignorant kid a lesson.

It was at this very moment that he missed a tiny movement in Mu Xiwei's dantian.

A ray of sword energy in Mu Xiwei's body was quietly stimulated by Mu Xiwei, brewing a self-explosive array.

The guilt and self-blame in his heart was like a violent sea wave, and it was about to swallow Mu Xiwei's whole body.

He shouldn't have brought Master into the mix.

If something happened to the master, good or bad, what would he have to pay for it?

Mu Xiwei knew that when the time came, it would be too late to say anything.

The only way to gamble now is to fight with your life!

******

Luo Yongzhou fell into the long river of memories of the original owner.

The Juggernaut has lived for more than seven hundred years, and he has experienced so many things that he is dizzying. Countless scenes whizzed past his ears, and finally he was frozen on a mountaintop surrounded by white clouds a hundred years ago.

That place looks higher than Xiaoxing Shen, and looking down, you can see the heavy clouds halfway up the mountain, making everything in the world look as small as ants.

It is the not isolated peak among the white clouds where the sword master lives.

The strange thing is that Bugu Peak is the tallest mountain in the world, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is lonely and cold, but when Luo Yongzhou looked over, it was unexpectedly popular on Bugu Peak.

He was leaning on an ancient pine with a thick trunk lying on his back, with branches lying sideways. Below him was a clear and mirror-like Bitan, surrounded by dense green vegetation.

"I've been feeling uneasy recently. Last night, I read the astrology and learned that the origin of the demon has already been born. This time, the strange thing is that the ten states of the world, the origin of the demon did not fall in the three northern states of his demon clan, but in the seven states of my human race. ?”

Tan Bansheng also sat on the ancient pine with Luo Yongzhou, but his sitting posture was much more decent, and even the posture of the hem of the Chinese clothes was meticulous and correct.

"The origin of the demon?"

Two voices, one beautiful and gentle, the other deep and cold, sounded in unison.

The owners of the voices are Yue Yingque and Qiu Qingya. The four of them have been friends since they were young. Even after hundreds of years, they have each become pillars of the sect, gods on land, and their friendship is still the same as before.

It is common to get together to talk about the world.

Yue Yingque sat on the lowest branch of the ancient pine tree, her toes almost touched the green pool. When she looked sideways, she was extremely graceful, and her astonishing complexion was comparable to that of Xian'e in the Guanghan fairyland Guigong.

"After 200 years of survival, the demons are going to have a new big demon lord?"

Tan Bansheng corrected her rigorously: "It's not yet time to come up with a new demon master. This time, the host of the demon origin is a human race for the first time, and the demon origin has not yet awakened in his body. If we can find him in time, we can avoid a catastrophe." .”

On the other side, even though Qiu Qingya was sitting with his sword in his arms, his back was still straight, and he looked a little more lonely than the ancient pine. Hearing this, he said:

"In 200 years, there should be a new demon master. Draw your sword and cut it off."

After the three of them talked for a while, Luo Yongzhou lazily propped himself up from the tree trunk: "Old Tan, I didn't say, you have a premonition all day long and watch the sky at night, can you be sure?"

He is dressed in beautiful white clothes, with pine sea patterns on his cloak, and a golden mask covering his entire face, leaving only a slender white neck between his black hair, giving people unlimited room for imagination, and guessing how beautiful the sword master is.

As soon as Luo Yongzhou opened his mouth, the deliberately protracted tone brought out a full of careless slapstick flavor.

Tan Bansheng frowned, and said coldly: "You don't have to believe it. Anyway, your sword master has a high level of cultivation and great responsibility. You are the one who bears the brunt of taking the sword to the battlefield to kill the big demon lord. Don't hug my thigh and cry."

"Don't don't don't." Luo Yongzhou smiled lightly, "Speak up if you have something to say, maybe you'll hug my thigh and beg me to fight for the human race. It's meaningless to talk so deadly."

He shook the empty jug, and finally a little light came out of his mask:

"I understand what you want to say. I am the most righteous under the lightsaber at the beginning of my life, and I can't tolerate the evil spirits of the demon race. In addition, I killed the great demon lord 200 years ago, so I can't be more sensitive to the origin of demons. What do you think?" Let me find the host of the origin of the demon."

Tan Bansheng saw that he finally said something human, his face paled slightly: "That's right, I really think so."

The silent Qiu Qingya said: "If that's the case, I will go with you."

Luo Yongzhou smiled while holding the jug, and waved his hand indifferently: "Don't put it away. It's just the origin of the unawakened demons. Is it not enough for me alone, and our dignified Sect Master Qiu is also involved? Are you looking down on me, or are you looking down on me? yourself?"

Qiu Qingya said: "That's not the case, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to make a move at a critical moment."

"Forget it." Qiu Qingya seemed to want to say something, but in the end she just shook her head slightly: "I believe you have a sense."

Luo Yongzhou picked up a leaf casually and blew: "Of course I have a sense of proportion. The demons who died under my sword are all as thick as Bai Yunjian's disciple list."

After speaking, he straightened his body, leaped down from the ancient pine tree, and fell into the endless sea of ​​clouds, leaving only a voice echoing in the ears of the remaining three:

"I'll go find the way first."

Leaping down from the [-]-foot cloud without a trace, coming and going like the wind, it is really chic.

The three of them seemed to have gotten used to Luo Yongzhou's style early on, so they all smiled knowingly and left separately.

******

Mortal world, Tongzhou.

Luo Yongzhou also couldn't believe that the origin of the demon fell into such a crappy place.

At any rate, it was a rare treasure that the demons flocked to, and it didn't have the pomp it should have.

However, no matter how he couldn't believe it, he wished he could poke his eyes. If his senses were correct, and the news about the birth of the half-life demon origin was correct, the demon origin should indeed have landed here.

While eating and drinking in the tavern, Luo Yongzhou sighed for the origin of the demon.

A young man walked into the door of the tavern, dressed in neat black clothes, dressed like a practicing family, his eyebrows and eyes were surprisingly warm and handsome, pleasing to the eye.

The origin of demons!

At the first light of the bright candle, Luo Yongzhou reacted first, turning into a stream of light and going away. If Luo Yongzhou hadn't thrown his chopsticks so quickly, he would never have just stayed an inch away from the boy's throat.

There was an uproar in the tavern.

Faint voices could be heard whispering: "If I'm not mistaken, that young man in black is the prince of the Mu family. The Mu family has always been based on benevolence, so where did they provoke enemies?"

The young man was also very courageous, and when he was pointed at the vital point of his throat by the bright candle Chuguang, he still maintained his calm demeanor and asked:

"Mu Xiwei, I don't know what kind of enmity I have with my brother, so that we are fighting each other at this moment?"

Because you have the origin of demons in your body, you are the next great demon master determined by the way of heaven and the origin of demons.

Luo Yongzhou lowered his eyes and thought.

He kind of understood what Qiu Qingya would want to come with him, fearing that he wouldn't be able to do it.

Because it really can't be done.

The young man's eyes are clear and clear, his breath is pure and kind, obviously he has never committed any murder, his body is bright, and his heart is sincere.

Even... the origin of the demon is in his body.

Even... he may be corrupted by the origin of the demon in the future, become mad, and fulfill the fate of the great demon lord.

After all, it's a matter of tomorrow.

The current Mu Xiwei should die no matter what.

not to mention--

Luo Yongzhou sized up the young man for a while, and asked with unclear meaning: "Tongzhou Mu's family?"

These four words brought back a memory of Luo Yongzhou.

If he remembered correctly, hundreds of years ago, when he had not entered the world of cultivating immortals, he helped him when he was still humble. The person who was kind to him was the head of the Mu family in Tongzhou.

For the sake of old kindness, Mu Xiwei should not be killed.

"It's the Mu's family in Tongzhou." Mu Xiwei admitted generously, "I don't know what your brother is doing?"

Luo Yongzhou withdrew his sword, and shamelessly turned black and white: "Oh, it's nothing, just try your strength."

Mu Xi looked at the inexplicable young man and smiled slightly. He wore a white robe and a golden face, and he had the attitude of the second and the oldest, and he owed a lesson.

"After all, I am your ancestor—

sworn brothers"