The Word Is Missing, I Am On A Business Trip To Another World

Tang Tingyun's heart trembled! There are two unknown emotions in my body, competing with each other. Could it be related to the devil? But where to start? Being involved with the devil for no reason is something that Tang Tingyun cannot understand.

"What is the seeding plan? What does it have to do with me? Why am I the messenger seed?" Tang Tingyun asked three reasons in a row. There were many unknowns floating on the surface of many things that he desperately needed to understand.

Jie Jie kept saying: "There are too many things you want to know, but time does not allow you to know so much. You are a destined person. There are some things that cannot be said..."

The shadow man paused for a moment, glanced sideways at the sky and said cautiously, "Transforming into a demon... is your current task, and I will guide you - to transform into a demon. And then..." The shadow man stopped and said nothing. .

"Then what?" Tang Tingyun asked eagerly.

The shadow man Jie Jie smiled and said: "Then? No then...because you will know by then? You are the key!"

"Letter key!"

Tang Tingyun noticed the change of one word, "messenger" to "letter key". However, he still didn't know why.

"But, you haven't completely transformed into a demon yet!!"

The shadow man suddenly raised his voice and spoke viciously in a sinister voice.

Immediately, with a wave of his cloak sleeve, the shadow man fell on the spot and rushed straight to the fighting arena below.

"not good!"

Tang Tingyun's heart tightened. Then it fell into the sky.

When Tang Tingyun landed in the reward arena, the shadow man had already held a bounty mercenary in front of his chest. The bounty mercenary's face and head were covered with black mist, his expression was miserable, and he had completely lost his sense of resistance.

Sima Changfeng and his fellow disciples of Deng Eclipse Palace have already surrounded the shadow man.

"Look, these are the humans you want to save. For your own greed, regardless of your merits in saving, what's the use of saving them?"

The shadow man roared at Tang Tingyun in a sinister tone. The crowd of bounty mercenaries behind them looked at each other and couldn't help but move back.

The shadow man continued to say in a sinister voice, "Look at the sanctimonious demon hunters behind you. They don't know what's going on and don't care about your righteous deeds. Look at how they treat you?"

"And them!"

The man in shadow waved his sleeve and pointed at the crowd in the stands, "You will act according to the wind, seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, praise and criticize at will... You are still investigating and saving the safety of these people under the name of a wanted criminal?

It's not worth it for you to do this! Human beings are hypocritical, greedy, and selfish! Forget your human memory, return to your true inner self...return to your dark home..."

The shadow man began to chant like a priest, waved his long sleeves, and recited a spell...

This spell manifests as energy waves, spreading endlessly around like ripples.

"Soul-Eating Curse! Not good!"

Sima Changfeng shouted in surprise. Everyone was shocked.

According to the oral traditions of the older demon hunters, the dark forces have an evil spell. Once humans are invaded, they will lose their souls and become like zombies without intelligence, becoming the puppets of the dark forces.

The soul-eating curse is just a distant legend, and has not appeared on earth in this era.

The supernatural cultivators on the scene were awe-inspiring and nervous. One after another, they sacrificed their magic weapons to resist erosion.

Suddenly, on the rooftop and in the arena, various magic weapons were flying and secret techniques were dancing wildly. For cultivators of Shen Yuan, the Eight Immortals crossed the sea and each showed their magical powers.

"Can you save so many people?" Jie Jie kept laughing.

"you!"

Tang Tingyun was anxious! Scared. He, who had a gentle and harmless personality, was really frightened.

He didn't want to put everyone in crisis because of the shadow man again.

He is now very upset that his skills are not high, and even after entering the Cave Spirit Realm, he is still unable to solve and influence the current situation immediately.

Regardless of whether he is a demon or not, a messenger or a letter key, without crushing absolute power, Tang Tingyun still cannot help more people.

The more he blames himself, the more uneasy he becomes, looking at the crowds of people in the field fighting against the soul-eating curse. He vaguely saw two versions of himself with different skin colors fighting in the Divine Yuan.

He didn't expect that he had just felt two incompatible emotions arguing with each other. Unexpectedly, it has now manifested a form.

At this moment, he is like a third party, watching the battle taking place in his own divine body, and he is just a spectator, with no right to understand, no right to interfere, and no way to influence all situations.

Tang Tingyun was a little frustrated.

He never noticed that as long as he was depressed and weak-willed, the dark spots on his face would spread and appear. The other half of his face was already covered by two-thirds of the dark spots.

He is not willing to do this! Everyone now will fall into a desperate situation of life and death.

He had to do something.

At this moment, a group of demon hunters had quietly gathered around the arena. They used magic hunting to restrain the soul-eating curse, and now prepared to hunt the shadow man.

"Brush!" "Brush! Brush! Brush..."

Sima Changfeng was the first to attack, and an apricot-yellow talisman shot out. Immediately afterwards, talismans attacked the shadow man from all directions.

Jie Jie burst into laughter.

The shadow man waved his long sleeves, and countless flying black blades shot through the air.

"Keng!Keng..."

The sound of metal colliding was endless. The black awn flying blades all hit the apricot-yellow talisman and exploded, and a wisp of black smoke curled up.

The demon hunter paused and wanted to make another move——

It was too late, the shadow man was already suspended in mid-air. He unfolded his long sleeves with both arms, black mist steamed around his body, and a collapsed black hole appeared in the void behind him. Countless shadow people who were exactly the same as the shadow people spewed out densely like black bats.

These shadow figures waved their sleeves, and streams of black mist spurted out from their sleeves, immediately filling the entire arena.

"Poisonous!" someone in the crowd shouted.

"Plop! Plop..." Some people began to faint on the fighting stage and in the stands.

The entire arena was in chaos.

At this time, Ma Ning and Ding Li had joined, and the demon hunters were attacking the team of shadow men.

However, to everyone's dismay, any move that hit or penetrated the shadow man's body would sink into the sea without any reaction.

Although the demon hunter's large number of talismans successfully blocked the soul-eating curse, they were unable to deal with the black mist like dark clouds, making it difficult to solve the overall situation.

At this time, someone thought of Tang Tingyun. As for Tang Tingyun, maybe he could break this situation.

People discovered that in the void, over the mist-shrouded Shangdou Arena, the golden Kudou Light Shield rose again.

It was Tang Tingyun inside.

At this time, Tang Tingyun was practicing the third form of literary arts.

Within the light shield, there is a world of its own.

Tang Ting's Yun transformed into a pen and rafter, the golden light was brilliant, and the waves of literary power overflowed. Tang Tingyun pinched his hands and made a lot of strange phenomena. The sky is majestic at night, eagles are flying in the sky, and hundreds of birds are singing. It is obviously the dawn time, but the scene of birds dancing wildly is filled with rays of light, which is a magnificent sight.

This scene is in contrast to the dark fog-filled scene in the arena. Thousands of rays of light penetrated the fog barrier and immediately started to burn. The cultivators who were temporarily freed from the poisonous black fog and the soul-eating curse were attracted by the rays of light and looked up at the strange sight of hundreds of birds dancing in groups.

In the light shield, Tang Tingyun bent his arms and held the bow, the full moon stretched out on the string, the arrow pointed at the sky, and the wind and clouds were stirring.

The third form of literary arts - "Crossbow", is ready to go.

In the battle with the black shadow people, the demon hunter, Ma Ning, and Ding Li did not gain the upper hand. Seeing everyone being knocked down by the poisonous mist, the blackhead in the support car yelled, "Come on! How long do we have to wait? The old guys can't wait any longer."

Xiao Long said eagerly: "You are anxious, and I am anxious too. But the time is not yet up. When the Tang team gives the order, it will be one strike to defeat the enemy and ensure victory. I tell the old antiques, don't be impatient, and they will have a chance to play soon." .”