Rebirth Profession Sells Miserably

What is going on here, revisiting the battlefield, or the scene reappearing?

No matter which one it was, Xingshu felt very distressed.

Because every frame of this battlefield has been entangled with Xingshu ever since Xingshu came into this world, nightmare!

This is the place where the original owner died miserably, so even if Xing Shu had no sense of fear about it, Nightmare still didn't want to let him go.

Almost every once in a while, let him experience the feeling of killing again in his dream.

"Devil! You are already a desperate! Don't hurry up and catch it!"

At the same time as the killings around him, there was also the battle in the sky.

That was the battle between Xianzun and Demon Emperor, which was later called the battle of fairy demon!

The hatred value between the human race and the demon race has accumulated to a certain level, and it will inevitably lead to war. This is an inevitable general trend. For thousands of years, the human race and the demon race have continued to war, but compared with this time, they are all small.

This is a big battle, a thorough reshuffle.

After this battle, the demon emperor of the demon clan was dead and soul, and the immortal of the human clan died with him.

The difference between the Human Race and the Demon Race is that the Human Race has not been ruled by a human emperor for thousands of years, and its power is scattered in the hands of several large families, so even if the fairy is dead, it can still maintain the order of the fairy family—well, it’s them. The so-called order.

The Demon Race has been ruled by the Demon Emperor one after another for thousands of years. The absolute concentration of power also caused the death of the Demon Emperor and the Demon Race instantly fell into chaos.

As a result, it seems that the ending is the same, but in fact it is the people of other families who have taken advantage of the human race.

And the family where the Immortal Venerable was located was completely in decline due to the fall of the Immortal Venerable, and its status was no longer the glory of the time when the Immortal Venerable was located, and was even squeezed out by various aristocratic families for various reasons.

The hero is worthy of praise, and the family of the hero can also be taken care of. The family of the hero can barely get some care, but the sect where the hero is...sorry, everyone is the sect, why let you? The people covering you are already dead. Those of you who are not relatives, who cares about your life and death.

Maybe soon, the grateful mood fades, and the **** mood cools down. Even the hero's family will be discarded as a burden.

This is human nature, short-term kindness, long-term indifference.

The golden light and the nine-day profound thunder exploded, and the interlaced black fog burst into a frantic laughter, as if laughing at everything in this world.

The black clouds rolled in the sky, fiercely fighting against the people standing on the golden dragon's head. Every time they fought, they would produce terrible aftermath, sweeping the battlefield again and again, cutting the ground down by a foot.

"The sins of Zhu Tian! The sin is unforgivable! I walk the way for the heavens, and you will die!" the fairy standing on the head of the golden dragon said loudly. !

"So...who are you guys!" Xing Shu couldn't help it at last, and his sword flew directly into the sky at a fast speed!

At least, see the faces of these two people!

The air above the sky is not much better, even worse than the bottom. The turbid aura engulfed the bitter blood and rushed straight into his nose, almost making Xing Shu unable to breathe smoothly.

When Xing Shu rushed forward, he regretted it. Obviously, this was not a battlefield he could control, nor a duel he could approach.

If you really die here, it would be called an injustice!

Xing Shu quickly propped up his spiritual power to protect his whole body.

But I don't know if it was a coincidence or what, when Xing Shu was trying to escape here, he inadvertently broke through a cloud of black fog and ran into a man with black hair and black robe.

The man wears a black mask on his face with a pattern of red and gold.

Xing Shu was shocked that the pattern was clearly exactly the same as the mask pattern of the Demon Emperor seen in the Gate of Death!

"Who?" The man looked in his direction, and at the same time, a golden light pierced through the layers of black mist and pierced the man's heart!

"Hmm!" The man snorted, and a crisp cracking sound came from his chest.

The man squirted a mouthful of blood, trembling fingertips stretched into his arms, and took out something that was turned over.

That is a broken mirror.

The golden light just pierced into such a small round mirror with a handle.

The man took the mirror in front of his eyes, and his slightly maddened eyes gradually narrowed. From the perspective of Xingshu, he could see the blood-red eyes through the two eyeholes of the mask.

There was a gentle look in those eyes. He gently stroked the mirror, and a low voice came out of the mask.

Xing Shu couldn't hear clearly for a while, and hurried closer, when he heard the other party chanting in a trembling, weak voice——

"Xing...shu..."

At that moment, something was torn out of the man's body, and he crazily got into this small mirror, and the man instantly turned into a small white light.

Xing Shu felt a terrible power coming from behind him, as if he could swallow the weak white light in an instant.

Xing Shu was lucky with his spiritual power without thinking, and pushed the mirror and white light out of the black mist!

Then, he turned around and faced the blow that engulfed the electric light and golden light!

"Boom!"

The golden light dissipated the black mist, but it dissipated into the air at the moment when it was about to impact Xingshu.

The Immortal Venerable who traded his life for the final blow, after attacking the Demon Emperor, completely dissipated in the air, and the lightning and golden light that had gathered due to his power also turned into an instant. nothingness.

Xing Shu stared at the scene in a daze, and suddenly shook his body, only to find that he had fallen to the ground without knowing it.

He returned to the battlefield again, looking up at the sky.

"Boom!—"

As if a bell from ancient times rang, it put a stop to this nightmare-like battlefield.

At the same time, a cloud of black air rushed towards Xing Shu with the momentum of thunder, and Xing Shu subconsciously reached out to catch it.

Turning the palm of his hand, he saw a broken mirror and white hair **** hanging on the mirror.

"Young Master! I have found you! Come with me! The gate of heaven is about to close!" A man in a white coat and blue coat, Yu Jian, flew over and grabbed Xingshu's hand.

Xing Shu lowered his head and unexpectedly saw a cyan birthmark on the tiger's mouth on the other's left hand.

This is……

Xing Shu raised his head, his gaze flicked over the other person's plain face, and finally he saw a little bit of skin turned out near the other person's ear.

This is a human skin mask! Who is this guy? !

However, what makes Xingshu even more unexpected is yet to come.

The "Tianmen" that the man said was indeed a door.

However, unlike the "Tianmen" Xingshu knew in the book before, in the middle of this door, there is a big "Du" written!

Seeing that the door was about to close in front of their eyes, the man pulled him like that and rushed out toward the door!

In an instant, the sky was bright.

The dazzling light that was completely different from that on the dark battlefield pierced Xing Shu's eyes.

Xingshu held his eyes, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses.

However, the cold liquid flowing on the fingertips also made Xingshu a little confused.

Isn't this the round table of the challenger?

He originally thought that he would return to the round stage after crossing the door, but the reality was slapped fiercely.

What appeared in front of him was a completely unfamiliar environment.

This should be a room, but this room is really too big. It is decorated with all kinds of golden and shining things, which refract the sunlight outside, so it looks so dazzling.

The furnishings in the room also looked very expensive, with fluffy blankets on the floor, fresh and bright fruits on the table, and red, yellow, and yellow patterns on the screens.

Wait, there should be a pattern on the screen, but he can't see clearly.

Yes, his eyes can't see clearly.

It seems that only those bright and bright things can barely see the outline.

Xing Shu raised his hand, only to realize that it was obviously a simple action, but he did it so hard, and the bright red color on his hand was also mixed.

Is this blood?

This thought just crossed his mind, and Xing Shu was startled again—he couldn't smell it! His sense of smell is out of order!

Not only that, but his actions are also very slow. Just an instruction to "stand up" is as difficult as reaching the sky. He can feel that his muscles are not listening to his commands.

"Puff!" Not surprisingly, Xingshu fell down. Fortunately, a large blanket was spread on the ground. Xingshu didn't fall too hard, but he could still feel something cold flowing from his face. Down.

Thankfully, he still retains his sense of touch, which is really a blessing in misfortune.

"Your Majesty!" A nervous voice came, and Xing Shu felt like he was being picked up.

Xing Shu took the time to think: It's good, and there is hearing.

"Your Majesty, why did you fall to the ground? Who was it?" The voice was so flustered that he even touched the entire body of the upper and lower Xingshu.

Xing Shu: "..." Stop! Where did the apprentice come from!

However, no matter how hard he tried, there was no sound from his throat.

The disciple touched the Xingshu up and down, and then he was relieved and said to himself: "It's okay, it's okay. Is it because I didn't sit well and was blown off by the wind?"

Xing Shu: "..." Who can't help but feel weak? You just blow it down!

"Really, who was the one who took care of you just now, how careless, it's really useless, I have to come, you say yes, your majesty." The man complained dissatisfiedly, and hugged Xingshu even more. Tight.

As if he had been accustomed to Xing Shu not answering, he continued to mutter to himself: "Your Majesty, I did a great job today." He took out a white veil from his arms and wiped it carefully. Remove the blood remaining in the corners of Xingshu's eyes and face.

He seemed to be used to doing this a long time ago, and he was not surprised at all of the blood.

Until, he saw that Xingshu's hands were also stained with blood.

"Why... the blood didn't flow to other places, but on the hands?" the man murmured.

Then, as if he had realized something, his gaze slowly and slowly turned to Xing Shu's face.

"You... are you, wiping your own blood?"