Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

?——What is a demon? What is God? Why should the demon be in the bitter and cold land, but the **** is above the nine heavens?

——Obviously they are all born the same person, what is the difference between a cultivator and a demon cultivator? In the final analysis, there is no right or wrong, but if the winner is the winner, the cultivator put it nicely.

——Even if you really become a god...

If you can't get that person, what about becoming a god?

Shen Yi suddenly opened his eyes and spit out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes became as black as ink, and there seemed to be nothing inside, and it seemed to have swallowed everything.

There are already black lines spreading from his chest to his neck. Those lines are subtle and delicate, like the most exquisite cage in the world, imprisoning him.

Shen Yi panted roughly.

There is no need to look at the person in the mirror, Shen Yi knows that he must be mad now.

The Xuhuai Bell on the top of Izuun Peak sensed the majestic devil energy inside Izuun Peak, and it began to ring without wind.

The bell sounded in his ears, and the devilish energy in Shen Yi was surging uncontrollably.

He bit his lower lip firmly, stood up forcibly, and pushed open the door.

From afar, the disciples and elders who sensed the devilish energy were flying towards him.

Shen Yi didn't look at them, but walked to the door of Master's room step by step.

He was trembling all over.

——Want to see her.

——I just want to see her.

Even knowing that this kind of self would be disgusted, but Shen Yi still wanted to see her.

Regardless of the last side or dying by her sword, Shen Yi just wanted to see her.

As he stumbled into the door, he saw the person who was thinking day and night sitting in the curling sandalwood meditating, and he opened his eyes when he came.

Only with this eye open, Ye Chuijin was stunned on the spot.

There was a familiar young man kneeling in front of him, but he was spreading a strong demonic energy.

Shen Yi raised his head, his vision was already blurred by the pain.

Like a person on the edge of a cliff, he finally found his savior.

"Master... Master, save me..."

He didn't want to become a demon.

Behind him, countless streamers fell in front of the door, and it was the head of Shibuya who stood at the head.

Higashi Shibuya frowned, his expression somewhat complicated.

He bowed to Ye Chuijin and said: "Little Master, the Xuhuai Clock will ring only when it encounters a powerful demon. Shen Yi is so strong now that it is not just a demon. Please change He gave it to Xingtang...little uncle?!"

Ye Chuijin stood up with Shen Yi's imperial sword, Higashi Shibuya gritted his teeth: "Go and invite the elder!"

Yu Jian hurriedly followed after speaking.

Ye Chuijin galloped all the way, bringing Shen Yi to the collapsed tower.

The towering tower that was once towering into the sky is now ruined. Ye Chuijin let go of his hand, and his whole body trembled with the remaining spiritual power of the tower. His expression was painful, and the turbulent devil gas was constantly waving from his body. Spread out, the lines that symbolize the "devil" become clearer.

He was already a little delirious, only knowing that he was yelling softly: "Master."

Ye Chuijin's always indifferent face was a little at a loss. She still looked calm, but the fingers against his forehead trembled slightly.

She should not hesitate to kill him before he wakes up, so as not to leave trouble in the future.

But when he put his finger in front of his forehead, Ye Chuijin lingered.

Shen Yi opened a pair of godless eyes, almost instinctively yearning for the person in front of him.

He held her hand and called her "Master" loudly.

Ye Chuijin took a deep breath.

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