2 Install a big one!
In front of the stone tablet, dozens of people were staggering here and there, motionless, allowing wisps of green mist to climb up their bodies.
Not far ahead, the figure of a young man was about to be completely swallowed by the thick green mist. A black phantom surrounded him and shuttled through the green mist. As the young man's wrist drooped weakly, a piece of dry branch that served as a weapon also turned into powder. Finally!
After confirming that Xie Hanjing was also poisoned by the illusion, the phantom let out bursts of giggles.
"Young Master, I don't want to take your life. I'm just inviting you to practice with me. If you obey me, I'll let the others go."
Upon hearing this, the people in front of the monument couldn't help but turn their eyes and secretly look at the clear and distinct figure in the fog.
A boy who looks no more than seventeen years old, whose cultivation is suppressed by the magic formation of the Demon-Binding Mountain, does he really want to fight the Earth-level demon head-on?
Not to mention that this enchantment demon used some unknown method to drive the nightmare demon to its own use. Now they are in an illusion, and people outside cannot save them even if they want to.
"Wow, wow, wow, I don't want to stay here, I want to go out," a monk wearing the Qinglai outer school uniform suddenly burst into tears.
Noticing that everyone was staring at him, the monk sobbed:
"Why are you pretending? Don't you want to get out? Didn't you see that he's also been poisoned? No one can save us! This illusory poisonous fog will damage our cultivation by one point if we stay there for a moment longer. I still want to be admitted to Zhixia Peak next year. Wuwuwuwu..."
"What bad luck! This demon just wanted to practice dual cultivation with that pretty boy. I was almost at the top of the mountain, but he got me involved for nothing!"
"Yes, the demon must have seen that he was good-looking, but what does this have to do with us..."
More and more people echoed this, and some even shouted directly:
"Hey, pretty boy, since you can't beat it anyway, why not just surrender to this enchantress? Why waste time here and let so many people ruin their immortal journeys because of you?"
Although Xiao Yin didn't know Xie Hanjing, she had at least hidden herself from the wind and snow behind him. When she heard what these people said, she couldn't help but curse:
"Bah! You don't try to find a way to deal with the demon, and instead let others sacrifice themselves. How can you be called a benevolent immortal? You know exactly what you are up to! If everyone in the immortal sect is like this, I think it's better for them to stop cultivating as immortals."
Seeing the quarrel over there, the demon in the fog chuckled, tiptoed to the side of Xie Hanjing, and stared at Xie Hanjing greedily and fearfully.
The stinging and festering fingertips seemed to remind her of the scene when she was burned by the boy's blood before she even touched his skin.
"Young Master, you've heard it, haven't you? If you don't make a decision soon, so many people will be buried with you~"
Xie Han lowered his eyebrows in shock, his expression calm and cold, as if the demon and the restless cultivator behind him had no effect on him at all.
And under the ink-black sleeves that were invisible to everyone, traces of blood flowed on the back of the cold, thin hand. The limb that should have been completely paralyzed moved slightly.
The demon, who was unaware of this, was a little anxious. Although he was afraid of the strange restrictions in Xie Hanjing's blood, he saw that time was passing by bit by bit. If he didn't take action, it would be bad if Qinglai and the others in charge came over.
The demon's five fingers turned into claws, and she instantly grabbed Xiao Yin, who was arguing with a group of people behind the monument.
"?"
The unlucky Xiao Yin clasped the hands of the demon with both hands, trying to free her neck from the demon's hands. The feeling of suffocation forced her to open her mouth and make a "hehe" sound in vain.
"If you don't open the restrictions on your body, this young lady who spoke for you will die because of you. Tsk, tsk, tsk, how pitiful~"
The demon had a smile on her face, but as she looked at Xie Hanjing who remained indifferent, her eyes gradually turned cold. She tightened her fingers in boredom, and just as she was about to break the girl's neck, she...
A clear and short flute sound came, which was a pleasant note to the paralyzed monk's ears, without a trace of murderous intent. But with this short sound, the illusion that was supposed to be controlled by the demon suddenly became a storm.
The demon screamed, loosened its hands under the fine wind blades, and quickly raised its demonic energy to resist.
The flying sand and rocks cut the illusion into cracks, and the snow wind from the outside rushed in, blowing away the poisonous fog. The more dazzling light from the sky poured in instantly, and everyone was stunned.
Just one sound broke the nightmare brought about by the low-level demon?
Everyone looked up at the sky, as if they were paralyzed by the phantom poison again, and stood still, with their heads tilted back, letting the dazzling light from the sky sting their eyes.
"Judging from his clothes, is he... the inner sect's peak master?"
"No, it's Junior Master-sister. She must have received my ring message and came to rescue us!"
"Wuwuwuwu, I'm finally saved. I'll never take any job outside again."
Xie Han was stunned. His tightly clenched hands loosened without him noticing when. He raised his head and saw more clearly than anyone else.
The shattered illusion devoured the wind and snow wantonly. The powerful airflow picked up the flying snow and threw it out again. The platinum-colored figure stood quietly in the air with her back to the light, holding the flute horizontally in front of her body in one hand. The turbulent air only blew her clothes a little.
——At this moment, the image of the immortal in the minds of those who had just entered the immortal gate finally took shape.
[Host, didn't we agree to act secretly to avoid stealing the male lead's role?!]
Hua Lang had just made a big move, and when he heard 001 say that, he argued:
"I just remembered that I'm a Le Xiu. How can you, a Le Xiu, attack secretly?"
"Also, the hero's ultimate move in novels always starts charging after he dies. If he's a step late, the demon will kill him."
001 subconsciously wanted to refute, but when he saw the demon take action, he quickly reminded Hua Lang:
[Host, play the flute quickly. The demon is about to attack the others.]
Hua Lang quickly brought the flute to his lips.
But it is true that when she traveled into the book seven days ago, she was only busy absorbing the basic knowledge of the cultivation world and did not learn the flute at all.
It's okay to just play a note for show, but if she really plays the flute, it might shatter everyone's filter about the Immortal Qinglai.
But in this situation, human life is more important.
Hua Lang pressed the flute holes randomly, and the sound that came out was rough and broken, intermittent and completely out of tune, indiscriminately attacking everyone's ears.
The monks who had just been full of admiration, covered their ears with expressions of pain. Although the spiritual energy was only chasing the nightmare monster and the charm monster, the song was so unpleasant that it was enough to cause harm.
The demon dodged the solid sound blades with difficulty and wanted to capture a few disciples, but the flute sound was like claws tearing her head, which was more torturous than the spiritual energy. She really didn't have the time to play with them anymore.
It’s not like she hasn’t fought with Le Xiu before in her life, but this is the first time he’s fought with her in such an ugly way!
She couldn't stand it any longer and dodged while cursing:
"Can you even play the flute?! Even the lowest-ranking monsters in the demon world can play it better than you!"
"If you're a sword cultivator, then you should bring out your sword and duel with me. If you're a talisman cultivator, then you should use your talismans. If you're a formation cultivator, then you should use your formations. You've really failed miserably at pretending to be a music cultivator!"
Hua Lang was scolded and felt ashamed. He subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to get back at his old self.
001 saw this and quickly coaxed her,
[Host, be reasonable, be reasonable! Don't forget that you are a Le Xiu again. If you speak, you will fall into the evil spirit's trap!]
Hua Lang was furious. No wonder Le Xiu, who played the flute and the Xiao, was always in the back row as an assistant. If he stood in front of the enemy, he would only be scolded and would not have the chance to fight back. He would be so angry that he would die.
She had no choice but to continue playing the flute, but the sound became even more shrill.
Hua Lang manipulated her spiritual energy with complete freedom. A cultivator of a higher level would have noticed her moves were completely haphazard and full of flaws. However, the charm demon was only at the lower Earth rank, equivalent to a cultivator's late Foundation Establishment stage. While Hua Lang was a hollow shell filled with spiritual energy, her cultivation had reached the Golden Core stage, allowing her to overpower the demon even with her eyes closed.
Soon, Hua Lang kept a safe distance between the demon and everyone else.
Seeing that the demon could no longer strangle people at will, Hua Lang decided to end the fight early.
She blew out the last note decisively, and the vast spiritual energy was squeezed into it, slashing down like a giant blade, and even the wind carrying the snow foam was cut in half.
The demon who had just been covering her wound in a panic suddenly changed her behavior when she saw this. She stood up straight without dodging or avoiding, as if she didn't care at all about the vast spiritual energy that was striking her from the sky at the speed of sound.
Hua Lang felt something was strange until he caught a glimpse of a shadow that had been ignored until now and became more obvious because the demon stopped.
No! In this kind of light, there's no way a shadow this big could exist!
Could it be... the shadow demon from the original book!
According to the description in the original book, a shadow demon that leaves its host has no ability to resist damage and will inevitably die from this move. When the shadow demon dies, the nightmare demons controlled by the shadow demon will inevitably be in chaos.
Hua Lang didn't have time to think and rushed over to try to stop the impending riot.
It’s too late!
【Host, be careful! 】
A cold light suddenly passed by, and the two forces intersected, creating a wave of spiritual energy that caused a strong wind, and then turned into clear blue waves after hitting Hua Lang's vast sea of spiritual energy.
For a moment, the flying snow covered the sky and the earth, and the only sound in the ears was the "crackling" sound of gravel falling to the ground.
“Huh~”
The enchanting face of the demon flashed before Hua Lang's eyes, and then quickly disappeared in the flying dust.
Did I see it wrong?
Hua Lang, who had just used a large amount of spiritual energy, gasped for breath, raised his hand to rub his face, and asked 001 uncertainly:
"Did it just blow on me?"
[What?] Before Hua Lang could answer, 001 suddenly said excitedly:
[Host, look! It was the hero who saved the shadow demon! The main plot has been automatically corrected!]
Hua Lang squinted his eyes and saw that the outline of the boy became clearer as his vision gradually became clearer. Hua Lang met a pair of eyes that were chilling to the bone. On his cold and distant face, the winding bloodstains were the only bright color.
Xie Hanjing, whose temperament is completely opposite to Yan Rong, is worthy of being the character in the book who has gained a large number of followers just by his appearance.
Blood gradually seeped out of the tiny wounds, soaking the flying golden threads on the clothes, and staining the dark brocade clothes with patches of dark ink. Even so, Xie Hanjing still half-supported his body, refusing to fall to the ground. Behind him, a black ball shadow demon that was frightened to the size of a palm almost merged with his clothes.
[I'm going to be fascinated by him, host, isn't the male lead very handsome! ]
Hua Lang came back to his senses and saw the system's expression, feeling quite unhappy. So he threatened 001:
"What's the point of being good-looking! This is the hero who could ruin your main storyline at any moment and force you to return to the book club and starve!"
[I don't believe what the host said. Look, the points have all been credited to my account. The first node of the mission has been completed!]
Hua Lang focused his attention on the system panel and saw the reward for completing the task: five points.
Just five? That's too stingy.
However, these points are of no use. According to the system, they can only be used to help her escape the sight of the Heavenly Dao. For example, Hua Lang was able to sneak into this small world with her Golden Elixir cultivation without being discovered, which was the result of the 1,000 points she bought on credit.
As for the red -995 on the balance, Hua Lang pretended not to see it.
Don’t worry about having too much debt!
[Main Story Volume 1: First Encounter with Shadow Demon in the Northern Trial, Turning the Tide and Saving the Beauty with a Heroic Effort - Completed]
[Volume 2: Guichi Liandong's bloodline begins to manifest, and he takes the top spot and becomes a disciple of Qinglai - Unfinished]
etc!
A demon appeared inexplicably, but the main plot remained the same... Hua Lang had a bad prediction in his mind.
Hua Lang didn't care about anything else and subconsciously wanted to leave, but the hem of his clothes suddenly felt heavy.
A bloody hand suddenly grabbed her. Hua Lang was startled and looked down. It turned out that Xie Hanjing could not hold on and fell down, at this moment!
The black ball crawled out of Xie Hanjing's chest flatly, bounced twice and turned back into a furry ball. It circled around Xie Hanjing anxiously twice and then moved close to Xie Hanjing's face.
Hua Lang was shocked, fearing that something might happen to the male protagonist, so he quickly bent down and picked up the shadow demon.
Only then did I realize that it was using its fur to wipe the dust off Xie Hanjing's face.
...What a lackey.
He is worthy of being the first monster who voluntarily follows Xie Hanjing.
The charm demon has been blown back to its original form. Its huge furry back lying on the ground looks particularly helpless and pitiful, with no trace of its previous arrogance. The other nightmare demons have also been sealed in their own spiritual seas, and there should be no more changes.
Yan Rong is the most dangerous person now.
Hua Lang didn't show it on his face, but he was actually extremely anxious. He threw the dumpling back and used his hidden strength to pull the corner of his clothes - but it didn't move.
Facing dozens of pairs of gazes that seemed to be real, Hua Lang suppressed the urge to play tug-of-war.
This is my new dress!
Hua Lang's heart was bleeding, but he could only pretend to be carefree. With a wave of his hand, a stream of spiritual energy cut open the corner of his clothes.
Then he flicked his sleeves, leaving behind a rapidly receding back figure for everyone to see.
Villain, hold on!
【Author’s words】
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A straight swordsman with a straight face and a softie who falls down three times in a row
After the righteous leader Tan Jianxue and the devil blew themselves up together, he opened his eyes again and was reborn as a good-for-nothing girl with a family.
Looking at the house that was so poor that only four walls remained, Tan Jianxue pondered for a moment, then decisively picked up the sword: "I will continue to uphold justice!"
Just as he was about to laugh out loud and leave, the corner of his clothes was grabbed by two hands, one big and one small.
QaQ wife master~
TvT mother~
*
After being transformed into the body of a well-known hypocrite in the surrounding villages, Tan Jianxue said to He Lingfu seriously:
"I must tell you that the person standing before you now is no longer your wife, Tan Jianxue. I am Feng Aotian, the first disciple of the Tiansheng Sect. However, due to a scheme by a villain, my soul was mistakenly possessed by this body. As for how all this happened, we have to start from the great war between immortals and demons three hundred years ago..."
After talking for three hours with a dry mouth, Tan Jianxue woke up He Lingfei who was lying on top of him and said dryly:
"Why did you fall asleep? Did you hear what I just said? I'm not your wife!"
He Lingfei, who was awakened, rubbed his eyes and curled his lips in grievance after a while, "You are not, you are not, that's all right."
Before Tan Jianxue could catch her breath, she heard He Lingfei muttering as he continued to snuggle into her arms:
"Humph, every time you sleep with me, you make excuses saying you're not Tan Jianxue. No one would believe that."
Tan Jianxue: ...?
*After some time passed.
Tan Jianxue (tossing and turning): Who does he like, me or his wife?
He Lingfei (gritting his teeth secretly): Is she still thinking about that despicable man next door!
The heroine is stronger than the hero throughout the story, and it will be explained later if it is not a case of soul travel.
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