Crematorium for all staff, and the fairy cultivator will quit with her

Chapter 2 Rebirth and Return
The wind and rain are like darkness, and the wind in the bamboo forest is like waves.

Holding the sword, the young man in white stepped into the city of ghosts from Fukong Mountain. He has a protective barrier around his body to block him from the wind and rain of the outside world.

The young man in white has clear eyes, long hair like silk, and a long sword standing on his chest. Spiritual energy gushes out from his body, forming a transparent circle.

The door of the demon world opened wide, the demon king Ji Wuge looked at him from top to bottom, flipped his palm, and the overwhelming demonic energy hit him.

"The mere ants also want to create a storm in my demon clan."

The young man in white looked at the demonic energy, and the sword in his hand let out bursts of dragon groans.

His fingertips slashed across the blade, and the sword greedily sucked his blood, the boy's satin-like black hair gradually turned white, his clothes fluttered, surrounded by a white halo.

As if talking to himself, "Someone once said that the killing array should not be used lightly, but today, I want to avenge her."

His eyes gradually became resolute, and for a while, sand and rocks flew away, and lightning split the sky, like a torn picture scroll. The young man's white clothes were stained red with blood, blood flowed from the corners of his lips, and the long sword resisted the overwhelming demonic energy.

Between the sky and the earth, there was blood, Ji Wuge heard the painful wailing of the demons not far from the demon world, a trace of hostility flashed between his brows, but he never thought that he had offended this person before, and made him so desperate just for the sake of his life. kill yourself.

He actually underestimated him. With such a low level of cultivation, he can use the lore formation. He was lucky enough to see this formation many years ago. In the barren city, he remembered that the formation directly wiped out his entire city. The men of the city, even those who survived, were also seriously injured.

The demonic energy in his body was rioting, and it was ridiculous to want his life with a small formation.

A magic sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and with a wave of his hand, countless black birds flew out of the air, engulfing the young man in an impenetrable net.

With a movement of the young man's footsteps, the long sword was covered with snowflakes. He was like a fluttering butterfly, with a light posture and light footsteps. His blood flowed more and more, and his face became paler and paler.

Ji Wuge felt that the surrounding space seemed to be restricted by a force, and the demonic energy in his body was rapidly draining. It turned out that this was the power of the lore array, attracting the power of heaven and earth, and killing everyone in the array.

He sneered all over, raised his sword and slashed at the young man. He didn't know what was good or bad. The young man looked at him and muttered something.

"I use my blood to comfort the undead, and I use my body to strangle demons."

He looked at the gray sky, gradually breaking through the clouds and mists, forming a formation.

The next moment, the magic sword broke through the transparent barrier and pierced straight into his chest. He hung above the magic sword, his eyes neither sad nor happy.

"Why do you want me to die." Ji Wuge felt a powerful force imprisoning himself.

"You are a descendant of Qingyun Cheng's family. I don't remember that I offended you." His tone was a little out of breath, and his breathing gradually became short of breath. The devilish energy lingered all over his body, but he still couldn't break through the space restriction.

"Where is the eye?" He grabbed the boy's neck and gradually tightened it, watching him spit out blood.

The boy finally got emotional, his beautiful eyes rolled, "It's on you."

Ji Wuge was taken aback, and the young man's voice was coaxing, "Within your magic pill, as long as you destroy the magic pill, the formation will be broken."

He waved his hand, and the palm fell on the young man's face, "I'm courting death."

The young man landed on the ground like a dilapidated butterfly, and Ji Wusinger's sword pierced straight into his shoulder blade.

He felt that his power was gradually dissipating. Without the magic pill, he became the most useless person he despised, and he could only choose one to die here.

Ji Wuge looked at the dying boy, raised his hand and waved his face, madman, I have never seen such a crazy person in this life.

He felt the strangling power coming towards him, he held up the magic sword, and fought with that power, if he continued like this, his strength would be exhausted, and he would be strangled in the formation.

He stared at the people on the ground, the palm of his hand was transformed, and the magic pill came out from his chest. He raised his hand and squeezed the magic pill.

He raised his hand, threw the young man's body high, and instantly turned it into powder.

He felt that his body was gradually draining away, becoming no different from ordinary people.

The restriction between heaven and earth was lifted, and snow fell suddenly, Su Furong looked at all this, she didn't know why she came here, she felt that this boy in white looked familiar, but she still didn't know who it was.

She thought that maybe she was a disciple of a certain sect in the fairy world. She hadn't been back to the fairy sect for a long time. I'm happy, but it's a pity for this little junior brother.

Su Furong sighed, she always felt that the young man in white looked familiar, she floated to the bloody place, and suddenly saw a black short knife with the word "Furong" engraved crookedly on the handle of the short knife.

She felt familiar, this was not the dagger she hid secretly in the deserted city, it just disappeared with that city when she escaped that day.

I don't know how it happened to this person.

As early as decades ago, the Cheng family of Qingshan used the power of the family to sacrifice the blood to strangle the old devil. The old devil was about to step into the void and live the same life as the sky, so he was strangled like this.

The Cheng family produced many talented array mages back then, so it's no wonder that this young man dared to join the demon clan alone. This may be the descendant left by the Cheng family.

Su Furong felt a little sad for a moment, she looked at the snowflakes in the sky, covering up the bloodstains, as if God also felt sorry for his death.

She felt that her consciousness was getting more and more blurred, she was going to disappear, but it was worth seeing the retribution of Ji Wuge before disappearing.

She seemed to have had a very long dream. In the dream, she seemed to be watching a shadow puppet show, and Yu Qingqing was the protagonist of this play.

She saw the front page of the play, which read the Koi Cultivation Manual.

Su Furong saw that as long as everyone came into contact with Yu Qingqing, they would fall in love with her and become her servants.

Yu Qingqing had great luck. The monk he rescued was the son of Jianzhuang in the cultivation world. If he dug in the mountains, it was all ten thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. .

Su Furong also saw herself in this story. She was the setback that Yu Qingqing encountered in the early stage. Because of her high cultivation, she looked down on and belittled her vicious female counterparts.

She saw her character introduction, the stupid and vicious female supporting role No. [-], she kept acting as a monster in Yu Qingqing's stories, including but not limited to being cold-faced and cold-spoken to the younger junior sister, which caused the younger junior sister to cry all night, and the fairy gate competition She didn't give way to the little junior sister, which caused the little junior sister to go retrograde in order to win overdrawn spiritual power, and finally fell into a coma.

Fu Rong has always known that there is a problem in this world, and everyone and everything are driving her to a dead end.

That's how it is, that's how it is, she's just a supporting role in someone else's drama.

It's so sad, so ridiculous, she's been manipulated by the Dao of Heaven all her life, and she's doomed to end badly, Su Furong can't even cry, she just thinks it's ridiculous.

She couldn't control her own life, and finally ended up being rejected by her teacher, and her cultivation base was lost.

It turned out that it was just because she was born just beside the protagonist, adding a dramatic supporting role.

She is a joke, a supporting role, a traitor, and a villain, but she is the only one who is not herself.

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Su Furong opened her eyes suddenly, she gasped heavily, and heard the sound of the north wind blowing through the forest, she opened her eyes and saw a familiar house.

She only thought it was in a dream.

But it hurt, it hurt so much, it almost tore her heart apart.

Su Furong cried and laughed, and touched her own face, which was smooth and delicate.

She came back, back to the time when she was still in Kunlun Mountain.

She pushed open the door, and the snow outside blew into the room. Wearing thin clothes, she was stunned to see Su Qingyun standing under the steps, holding a bowl of noodles and looking at her with a smile.

"Senior Sister, the disciple selection competition is over, why don't you go and have a look?"

Su Furong stared blankly at the thin young man in front of her. This was Su Qingyun in her teens. Su Furong's chest was filled with overwhelming emotions, which made her eyes turn red.

Disciple selection competition?She went back to this time. At this time, she was still the elder sister of Kunlun Mountain, Jiang Hanyi was still a mortal who knelt at the mountain gate to ask immortals, and she had not met Yu Qingqing yet.

Everything is still in time.

This time, no one can control her body, and no one can manipulate her soul.

She will always be herself, Su Furong looks at her sword, she will take her sword and walk above all of them.

(End of this chapter)