Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags

　　 After killing Liu Xiuyuan, Wen Hemian once approached the pile of corpses buried under the sand dunes.

　　 The voice of the old friend is no longer there, only such a sharp bone is left, until the last moment of his life, he straightened his back and firmly protected the long sword in his hand.

　　 Tian Xianzi once liked to call Cassia "Old Antique" the most, laughing at him always being serious and overly serious, but after the end of the war, he never called it that way again.

　　 Wen Hemian has always understood that, in fact, he is not pedantic and conservative, but just abides by the "Tao" in his heart. Back then, they held the sword and talked freely, and the "blessing the common people" in the mouth of Cassie was not a lie.

　　 He carried out this vow all his life until he died.

　　 Wen Hemian stared at the empty eye sockets for a long time, and finally protected all the bones with damaged spiritual power to ensure that they would not be disturbed by wind and sand in a short time.

　　 After a momentary pause, he stretched out his hand and grasped the dusty Jie Xie sword.

　　The magic repair strategy is unknown, and the desert is full of dangers. If there is a sudden crisis, this sword may be able to help.

　　 Let the later monks use it to kill more demons, which is also the biggest intention of Cassia to protect them.

　　 When he saw Tian Xianzi rushing towards the Demon God without hesitation, his fingertips were not unwavering.

　　Although he has not held a sword for many years, he used to be a sword repairman.

　　...... Now, it should be.

　　 "Uncle, what shall we do?"

　　 The little prince from Dragon Palace asked him this way.

he does not know.

　　 I don't know when, Wen Hemian started to be afraid of holding the sword.

　　 Maybe it was when he picked up the natal sword again and again, but couldn't feel the slightest sword aura, or when he was holding the sword and inadvertently caught the sympathy and regret in the eyes of others.

　　 The former love has become a thorn in his heart, telling him all the time that Wen Hemian has lost all his aura and has become a useless person that even Yujian can't do.

　　 So he shut himself in a closed shell and cut off all contact with Kendo, but now—

　　 There is no doubt that with the power of Tian Xianzi alone, he will definitely end up with the devil god, just like the Cassia that year.

　　 Wen Hemian wanted to step forward to help, but was helpless.

　　 He hasn't even held a sword for a long time, and he has a vague memory of those wanton swordsmanship. What's more, at this moment, the sword that can be used for him is the only sword that can be used for him.

　　Zhuxie is a famous sword in the world. It is not a problem to cut iron like mud. The sword spirit contained in it is extremely powerful. If he can get help, he might still be able to play a little role.

　　 But the sword spirit is not in the sword.

　　 I want to come back when the Demon God blew himself to death. Under such a huge impact, even the sword spirit could hardly support it, and disappeared in smoke.

　　 So Zhu Xie became an ordinary sword, and at such a critical moment, it could not give him the slightest hope.

　　 Tian Xianzi is almost unable to support it.

　　 As a fellow fellow, he can only stand aside helplessly.

　　 Pale fingertips touched the storage bag, and Wen Hemian's ear buzzed.

　　 Somehow, he remembered the letter he had received in Qingxu Valley before leaving.

　　 At that time, the Xuanxujian sent all the elders to look for him, asking if he could leave the valley and go to the desert to explore the traces of the demons.

　　Wen Hemian was so flustered and nervous, instinctively repelling the outside world, although Yun Danfeng said lightly, "Let him think about it," he was in a mess, and he didn't know what to do.

　　 He didn't have many close friends, and couldn't find anyone else to talk to. He was sent by ghosts and gods to write a letter to Ningning.

　　 She doesn't know her true identity has long been discovered, and she is still talking to him in the tone of a strange little disciple.

　　 There were more letters that night than usual. When Wen Hemian opened the envelope, she saw the crooked handwriting deliberately written by her.

　　 She should have thought about it for a long time, and wrote a lot eloquently. At the end of the envelope, the little girl wrote:

　　 [Although the sword light and sword spirit in the battle is very handsome, what attracted me most was the determination at the moment the sword was drawn out.

　　 Swords and swordsmanship are both cold, and it is because of the people who hold the swords that they can be dyed with temperature and become the "Tao" respected by thousands of people.

　　 How to say it, it may sound a little numb, but I think that the unrelenting belief is more powerful than those dazzling swordsmanship.

　　In my heart, Elder Jiangxing will always be a powerful person.

　　 It's time again: It's autumn, and the mountains of the Xuanxu School have all turned red and yellow.

　　 I found a hidden creek on Cailan Peak. When you recover from the valley, let’s go to the creek to catch fish.

　　 Grilled fish is super fragrant! ]

　　 He is not strong.

　　 will only avoid blindly, and will always live in the shadows of the old days, ashamed of the teacher, and ashamed of the self.

　　 The weak young man coughed, his eyes darker.

　　 But he must not be at this time... ashamed of his friend who once fought side by side.

　　 "Lin Xun."

　　 There was a flash of white light in the storage bag, and what appeared in his hand was an old sword in dust.

　　 Wen Hemian squeezed it tightly inadequately, and there was a cold, hard touch on his five fingers. His movements were jerky and stiff, accompanied by slight tremors.

　　 Suddenly, the young man used his hand to stop his light trembling and firmly squeezed it tightly. It seemed that he had finally made a certain decision, and looked at the young dragon clan next to him: "Give me a Spirit Gathering Pill."

　　 Wen Hemian already knew his end since he swung his sword.

　　 His sea of ​​consciousness has not been completely repaired, just like rags being patched up. If you want to help Tian Xianzi, you can only forcefully break through the sea of ​​consciousness, quickly increase your cultivation level in a short time, and burn out the last few points of your spiritual power and life.

　　 This is Wen Hemian's determination.

　　 His "Tao".

　　 His unrelenting belief.

　　 The hand that was used to playing the piano and making tea, after many years, once again held the hilt of the sword.

　　 The introverted sword aura belonging to the elder Jiang Xing stretched like water, and a slender figure stood up beside Tian Xianzi.

　　 The two sword auras were intertwined and merged, and in an instant, the dragon chanted the sword, and suddenly forced the demon god's huge body back.

　　 This is the first blow.

　　 With his current state of exhausted oil and dry lamp, he can still exhaust all his energy to make the final blow.

　　 Wen Hemian took a deep breath.

　　 The right hand was shaking constantly.

　　-wrong.

　　 It was not his hand that trembled.

　　 The young man was stunned, his knuckles pressed hard, and he looked down at the long sword in his hand.

　　 I don't know when, the tip of the sword has spread a mighty spiritual power, and the spiritual power is shining, like a moonlight falling, silky strands enveloping the sword body.

　　 The originally dim and silent Zhu Xie——

　　 In an instant, the white light made a masterpiece, the sword sounded for a long time, and the sword breath surging like a sea wave, suddenly dispelling the surrounding darkness.

　　 The shadow of a woman appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness that was about to collapse.

　　The white mist surged upwards, protecting the precarious meridians abruptly, and Wen Hemian caught a glimpse of the woman's eyes condensed by the mist.

　　 "Zu Xie Sword Spirit——"

　　 Tian Xianzi was also stunned, and immediately let out a relieved laugh: "Jie Ming that guy...deserves to be him."

　　 The scales of fate, tilt at this moment.

　　 If the townspeople didn’t protect their swords.

　　 If Cassia did not die at the expense of death, put the evil sword spirit into the Ziwei realm.

　　 If many years ago, the boy who said goodbye to his family in the middle of the night did not give his sister a compass.

　　 Everything will be completely different.

　　 Fortunately, the interlocking destiny finally ushered in the end of the intersection at this moment.

　　 It is known that Tian Xianzi's strength is approximately equal to the demon **** who is about to break the formation.

　　 It is known that Wen Hemian's final blow with all his strength can ensure that Tian Xianzi will not be completely spiritual and will barely retain his life.

　　 It is known that the original "Ningning" reincarnation is repeated over and over again. The evil sword spirit has been waiting for thousands of years in the crape myrtle realm, and has accumulated thousands of years of mighty spiritual power, which will surely protect Wen Hemian from the sea.

　　 The shadows fighting alone in the desert finally became three people holding swords side by side as they once did.

　　 Tian Xianzi wiped off the blood on the corners of his mouth, and said in a curious voice: "Strange, why does the sword spirit have such a strong spiritual power?"

　　 But... that's not what he needs to think about now.

　　 "When this matter is over, let's go to the best restaurant in the world and have a big meal."

　　 He laughed wantonly, his eyes blazing like stars in his sword aura: "What is it to always stay in that valley? Look at you, people are about to grow hair."

　　 Wen Hemian stared at the long sword in his hand for a long time, and the corners of his lips raised a very shallow arc.

"Great."

　　*

　　 On the other side, under the sand dunes of Tianhe.

　　 The magic repair has been slaughtered, and He Zhizhou stared at Qing Heng's corpse, listening to Ning Ning's general description of the ins and outs.

　　 She said vaguely, she was only hit by a substitute, and she was about to die in place of another person. The planned death has not come, and even Ningning herself does not know when she will lose her life.

　　 "So," there was a paste in his head, and he couldn't even deal with the blood stains on his body. "From the very beginning, the ‘system’ is a game that allows you to bear all the evil causes?"

　　 Ningning nodded, not daring to look up at Pei Ji.

　　The atmosphere stagnated so far, and He Zhizhou didn't even dare to look at him.

　　 "Hey, come out for me!"

　　 He was upset and confused, he almost jumped his feet with anger, and knocked wildly in his mind: "Do you guys want my body too?"

　　 is the same as a traverser, and He Zhizhou also has a system in his mind.

　　 The system is called "Whetstone", claiming that he was sent by the way of heaven. The reason why he was found was to create various tempers artificially to achieve the purpose of tempering Pei Ji.

　　What heaven, what whetstone, he believes it is a ghost!

　　 The sound of the wind in the night is like crying and laughing.

　　 His heart suddenly moved, and He Zhizhou heard a chuckle: "What do you think? If I were the original owner of this body, could it be this voice?"

　　 It was a delicate female voice with a chuckle.

　　 It paused for a moment, using a somewhat regretful tone: "There is something wrong with her system, didn't it show up at the beginning? If it is also a product of heaven, it will never conflict with your mission."

　　This is saying that before he met Ningning, the two hired someone to surround Pei Ji at the same time. As a result, the two gangs of thugs looked down on each other and went dark in front of Pei Ji's yard.

　　 He Zhizhou reluctantly held his mind, gritted his teeth and asked, "So, what should I do now, can Ningning still be saved?"

　　 Before his death, the demon cultivator said that in order to break the evil curse, he must find a rich blessing to offset it.

　　 But how can they get so much blessing? It is difficult to obtain well-being. They are not the sons of destiny. The only Pei Ji who is valued by the heavens is so miserable that he has not had a good life for a few days.

and so on.

　　 He Zhizhou's eyelids twitched, and his heart pounded uncontrollably.

　　Who said they don’t have a destiny here.

　　 The system created by the heavenly path... isn't it lying in his head?

　　 "You said before that as long as you cooperate with the ways of heaven, you can get merit as a reward——"

　　 He Zhizhou resisted the fierce heartbeat, and gradually clenched his fists: "So now I am blessed, right?"

　　 The female voice was silent for a moment.

　　 then whispered: "Yes."

　　 "How much of the merits I have accumulated since childhood?"

　　The heart that had always been hanging finally fell a little.

　　 He Zhizhou is rarely serious, telling it very clearly, word by word: "I want to transfer them all to Ningning... can you do it?"

　　 "Are you crazy?"

　　 The whetstone tone is confused: "Those merits have been accumulated by you over the years. As long as you have them, you can become immortal in the future much easier."

　　 This sentence meant a little restraint.

　　 He Zhizhou was even more excited when he heard the words, and grinned with bright eyes: "You mean ‘you’re OK’ when you say that, right! Hurry up! Don’t hesitate to come!"

　　 Whetstone:...

　　 Sharpening stone: "Do you really stop thinking about it? With your blessings, I am afraid it will be difficult to offset the cause and effect that the girl has endured."

It spoke for a while, seeming to be organizing speech, and then slowly explained: "The original owner of this body reincarnates time and time again, and the accumulation of cause and effect countless times is far beyond your imagination. Even if it exhausts all of you. The merits of... if you want to save her, you are very suspicious."

　　 "I don't care! If you don't give it a try, you will definitely fail!"

　　 He Zhizhou was so anxious that his facial features were ferocious, he hammered his head fiercely: "Tong sister, Tong fairy, please help! Just give her all the merits, I don't want a drop!"

　　 Lu Wanxing's expression was complicated, he looked at He Zhizhou beside him crying and laughing, and suddenly said with a terrifying expression: "Ningning, don't panic, I have a way!"

　　 What she didn't know was that there was a smile that belonged to a woman in the head of that path that had never been very reliable.

　　 The whetstone yawned lazily, with no emotion in his tone: "All right."

　　 This is an extremely uneconomical deal.

　　 This host still has pitfalls in his head, I am afraid he is the only one who will make such a request.

　　 Fortunately, it has long been used to it, how to adapt to the fool's thinking.

　　 Merit is intangible, even if all of it is transferred, it will not change much. Only He Zhizhou and Ning Ning can vaguely feel the energy flowing slowly in their bodies.

　　 It was like a little bit of energy in the body was evacuated.

　　 He Zhizhou took a deep breath, leaned back on the sand dune behind him, and sat down slowly.

　　 He was speechless. In order to let Ningning and Pei Ji understand the situation, he could only turn on the sound transmission and secret secret between them. At the same time, he struggled to say in his mind: "Now...what is the cause and effect in her body?"

　　 "It is a great taboo of heaven to change one's fate against the sky."

　　 The whetstone replied: "You and I have done their best."

　　 Pei Ji must have heard this voice, and the already bitter killing intent of the whole body has become more and more intense.

　　 He Zhizhou's heart beat: "What does this mean?"

　　 "Your merit will offset the death catastrophe a little, but it is far from enough compared to the cause and effect that the body bears."

　　 It was silent for a while, and added softly: "Heaven transforms the invisible calamity into tangible, presumably it will not be long before it will attract six heavenly thunders."

　　 "Tian Lei?"

　　 He Zhizhou Yixi: "If the death catastrophe has an entity, can't it be avoided? This is a good thing!"

　　 The whetstone just smiled very lowly: "Do you really think that the thunder of life and death is easy to survive?"

Seeing him stunned, the female's laughter faded: "Six heavenly thunders, representing the six reincarnations of sins. The power of each path is deep into the bone, and the power of each path will be more intense than the previous path-and the ultimate **** path, no one Can survive."

　　 It was silent for a while, and the tone was emphasized: "There is no one."

　　 The moment this sentence fell, a flash of light flashed across the dark sky as dark as a curtain.

　　The time of death is approaching, and the sky thunder strikes.

　　 Since Huo Qiao died, the system in Ningning's mind hasn't made any sound again.

　　 She heard this conversation very clearly, perhaps because she had been psychologically prepared before, and when the calamity really came, she didn't feel so nervous.

　　...No one can survive.

　　 This is still an unbreakable death.

　　 She wanted to say something, but suddenly a figure flickered next to her.

　　 Then Pei Ji's hoarse voice: "Open your mouth."

　　 All this happened too suddenly.

　　 When He Zhizhou reacted, he had seen Junior Brother Pei put something into Ningning's mouth, and immediately the latter shook as if he lost his strength, and he stretched out his hand and hugged him in his arms.

　　 Pei Ji's expression is very cold.

　　 His eyes have always been cold and nothing, but now he has accumulated a lot of invisible emotions. When he met He Zhizhou's eyes, he said "Thank you."

　　 Only with that look, He Zhizhou understood his next plan.

　　Ningning is the same.

　　 She wanted to break free, but she was completely helpless because of the pill that was caught off guard. When I wanted to come to Pei Ji, I had guessed that she would not cooperate obediently, so I made preparations from the beginning.

　　 But no.

　　 Pei Ji... will die.

　　 Under the faint yellow moonlight, the black-clothed boy hugged her in his arms and walked step by step in the sudden billowing thunder, leaving the crowd.

　　 Pei Ji didn't lower his head. Ningning couldn't see his expression. He could only see the slender blood-stained neck and the thin vines that seemed to be climbing.

　　 Suddenly he opened his mouth, his throat fell gently, his voice and the wind passed through his ears: "Don't be afraid."

　　 This is a hoarse voice like Shura, but the tone is incredibly gentle.

　　 A deafening muffled sound struck.

　　 Pei Ji knelt on the ground and asked Ningning to sit under another sand dune. The black shadow of the teenager completely enveloped her, and in the final field of vision, Pei Ji smiled at her.

　　 neither deliberately nor stiff, he was at the juncture of life and death, just looking at her face, he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

　　 Ning Ning could not move or speak, and when he saw the first sky thunder falling, he stretched out his hand and blindfolded his eyes.

　　 The first catastrophe, heaven and humanity.

　　 She heard the sound of pulling the sword out of its sheath, the sword aura and the thunder and lightning intertwined with each other, stirring up the wind and sand, and bursting into the air.

　　 The palm of his hand covering his eyes slightly hardened, and Pei Ji's voice sounded again in his ear: "Don't be afraid."

　　 Ningning's tears fell.

　　 The person who should be most afraid of obviously is him.

　　 The second catastrophe, humane.

　　 There was another thunder, and the young man bowed under the sand dune holding a long sword, fighting against the thunder with his sword aura.

　　 "This, this is too—"

　　 The quiet blue lightning flashes like ghost claws, Lu Wanxing squinted his eyes when he was stabbed by the electric light, and said in amazement, "Can he really survive it?"

　　 He Zhizhou was helpless and could only go crazy in the sea of ​​knowledge: "Isn't Pei Ji the object of your tempering? Heaven does not have the slightest pity for him?"

　　 "Life and death are fate. Pei Ji had a special status in his previous life, and he accumulated unimaginable merits. For that merit, although Tiandao would temper him out of gratitude, he would never interfere with the reincarnation of cause and effect and save him specially."

　　 The voice in his mind faintly replied: "If he really died, it has nothing to do with the way of heaven."

　　 He rolled his eyes with anger.

　　 These unscrupulous capitalists!

　　 The third calamity, beast road.

　　 Ningning couldn't see the foreground and could only hear the thunder that was more violent and terrifying than before.

　　 and the sound of the long sword falling to the ground.

　　 As Pei Ji let out a soft cough, the air was filled with blood.

　　 "After my mother passed away, I have been to many places."

　　 There was a sharp pain deep in the bone marrow on his back, piercing to the bone, as if tore every inch of skin and flesh away, and even the blood boiled and burned.

He awkwardly wiped the tear marks on the girl’s face with his fingertips, his tone was gentler than ever: "The water towns in Nancheng often rain. I like to stand under the eaves and watch the rain drip down. Whenever I go to the pond, You can see rows of geese and ducks."

　　 When Pei Ji said this, she actually smiled lightly: "It's very cute, round and fat. If you see it, you will love it."

　　 Then there was thunder.

　　 The fourth calamity, Ashura said.

　　The thin young man picked up the long sword, touched the sword tip to the ground, barely supported his figure, silently recite the sword tactics in his heart, the sword energy surged, and once again gathered into a white barrier.

　　 "Along the southern city to the north, you will see the Color Butterfly Valley."

His breath was obviously messy and broken, and he used almost all his energy to speak: "It is said that it is Caidie Valley, but it is actually full of rabbits. Think about it, the whole valley is snow-white, and it is also very fat. rain."

　　 He will not be pleasing to others, so he can only comfort Ning Ning in such a clumsy way to make her less afraid.

　　 The barrier shattered, and the thunder was like a broken bamboo, like a thousand swords and shadows, and the torn strips showed blood marks on the bones.

　　 Pei Ji bit her lip, awakened a little with the sharp pain, so as not to pass out.

　　 Fifth Tribulation, Hungry Ghost Road.

　　 Ningning's consciousness was gradually dissipating, and she almost couldn't hear the sound that was close at hand.

　　 "In the drawer on the left side of the study, there are sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and osmanthus cakes that I made. It's a bit sweet, so I didn't give it to you."

　　 He lowered his eyelashes when he spoke, fixedly looking at the girl in front of him, as if to burn every outline of her deeply into his heart.

　　 Jet black hair, small nose tip, thin cold white skin.

　　 Pei Ji thought, like the moon.

　　 "There is nothing left for you... I'm sorry."

　　 The effect of the drug has already occurred.

　　 In the last vague consciousness, Ningning heard Pei Ji say: "Good night."

　　 This is what she once told him.

good night.

　　 The sixth calamity, **** road.

　　 Six reincarnations, good and evil repay interest, cause and effect are obvious, all in one thought.

　　 When the wind and sand were surging, the black-clothed boy stood up holding the sword, his eyebrows were blurred by the black hair, the warmth faded, and it was vaguely showing a bit of cold blood.

　　 He was covered with hideous bloodstains, but his back was straight, and his anger was like a knife.

　　 Early in the beginning, Pei Ji made a decision.

　　 No matter what the death catastrophe is, he will do his best to keep her alive.

　　 If it is a human, kill it.

　　 If it is an evil demon, it will kill them all.

　　 If it is the way of heaven——

　　 Then he held the sword, even if he died, he would cut off this heavenly way.

　　 "Be quiet, he..."

　　 He Zhizhou's back was tingling, and he couldn't stop trembling: "Draw the sword!"

　　 The last heavy thunder arrived as scheduled.

　　The thunder light is dense like a net. The boy raised his bloodless pale face, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a drop of round blood fell from the corner of his forehead.

　　 He held a sword in his right hand, and took out a long hair band from his chest pocket in his left hand.

　　 The hair band Ningning gave him in Luancheng.

　　 Pei Ji did not have time to tell her how happy he was when he received this gift.

　　 was so happy that when I saw it every night, I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth.

　　 The scattered black hair was roughly tied up, revealing the pupils of the youth that were dark as night, with murderous aura inside, but there was also the quietness like a mirror.

　　 The lightning strikes instantly.

　　 Pei Ji exhausted all the strength remaining in his body and clenched the long sword.

　　 Hell Road, the mortal calamity.

　　 No one can escape.

　　 In the dusty formation of Liangyi, the young demon monarch has disappeared, and he is no longer seen. A drop of blood slipped from the enchantment, and the blood bead condensed into a drooping round drop, reflecting a dim shadow.

　　 It is the moon that belongs to the fourteenth, looking at it in the wind and sand.

　　 The fissures in the big formation are filled with sword light, sparks gushing, and the giant's body made of flames is chased everywhere, turning into thousands of long scars reflecting the light of the fire, like spider webs scattered everywhere.

　　 A piece of rock landed, followed by the second and third pieces. The huge giant fell like a mountain. The dragon youth took the opportunity to hold the sword and move forward. Spiritual power surged and gradually filled the cracks.

　　 in his arms, always carrying the night pearl.

　　 That is the only bright color in the whole world in the dark red of hell.

　　 Thunder light shines on every corner of the desert.

　　 The trembling eyes of the sand bandits, the crimson creek formed by the blood of the demons, the scattered monsters, the swaying sand, and the white skeletons enveloped in soft aura.

　　 Merit, sin, destiny, enmity.

　　 Countless intertwined destinies gather at this moment.

　　 Countless chaotic causes and effects are superimposed and offset here.

　　The long sword blocked the path of thunder and lightning, and a steady stream of blood fell from the fingertips of the young man.

　　 Pei Ji swallowed the fishy gas surging in his throat, and the long sword condensed, releasing the last sword intent.

　　 This catastrophe is infinite purgatory, no one can escape.

　　 Amidst the thunder that pierced the clouds and cracked the rocks, a middle-aged man's voice suddenly sounded from the depths of the sea.

　　 It laughed arrogantly, carrying an uncontrollable anger, and the moment the voice sounded, the sword light suddenly rose from all around, and the sky was covered with white light, and it went straight to the most violent thunder light.

　　 "It's just a destiny--"

　　 Chengying said loudly: "Pei Ji... can still cut it away!"