The Scumbag of Fast Transmigration Guide to Self-Help

Chapter 501 Setting 50 The Cruel Immortal (6)

The Immortal Emperor and other Immortal Masters gathered in the Immortal Platform to watch the battle between Mo Jin, Huang Narcissus and Demon Charming from the Tianwen Mirror.

"It's my inner demon, and I can only get rid of it. You don't want to interfere." Yuan Jin, who was tortured and scarred, pushed Huang Shuixian away with the last bit of strength.

Sombra is stronger than he imagined, and he and Mr. Huang Shuixian have almost always been at a disadvantage in this battle.

Huang Shuixian, who was also full of scars, thought of the method he was going to use, with mournful eyes, pale lips, unable to speak, and could only look at the sky in grief and anger.

"Immortal Emperor, Mo Mei is so rampant, I can't just sit idly by!"

"Yeah, neither of the two immortals can compete with it, so we need to send more people."

The immortal couldn't bear it and took the initiative to ask for reinforcements for the two of them.

The Immortal Emperor is still aloof, looking down at the immortals and all living beings, "The three realms are equal. Whether it is calamity or blessing, it all depends on fate."

"Alas..." There was only a sigh.

"I came from the same body as you, why should you become a fairy, but I will be driven away by the Three Realms." The black shadow approached Yuan Jin ferociously, absorbing his fairy energy greedily and enjoyably.

Yuan Jin leaned helplessly against the tree trunk, and cut his palm with his hand as a blade. The blood fell to the ground and gave off a bewitching fragrance instantly, and the bright blood-colored mandala grew wildly at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The black shadow became more and more fascinated by the fragrance, but he didn't carelessly, but hovered vigilantly in the sky, "What other tricks do you have?"

"Don't you want to be me?" Yuan Jin, who had lost a lot of blood, collapsed into the blood-colored mandala flowers, stared at the gray-blue sky in a daze, raised his slender jade-like fingers lightly, "Now give You have a chance. If you don’t cherish it, it will be gone.”

After hesitating for a moment, the shadow couldn't resist the huge temptation, and got into Yuan Jin's body bit by bit.

Yuan Jin's face was contorted in pain, and the bloody mandala flower under him also twisted his body crazily, and he smiled suddenly.

Since he entered Liuxian Mountain, he rarely smiled.

His smile made the sun and the moon shine, the mountains and rivers were green, and it was so beautiful that it soothed people's hearts.

"You're going to kill me." The black shadow realized something was wrong, and frantically wandered through his body looking for an exit.

Yuan Jin pinched the last tail of the black shadow and stuffed it into his body, grabbed the thorn of wood and stone from the void and stabbed his heart, "You and I are one. We will never be separated again."

The black shadow never thought that he would choose this way to perish with himself. When it was about to die, it gave up struggling and disappeared into the world bit by bit along with its body.

All the immortals in the sky saw Immortal Mo Jin take the initiative to disperse his spirit and attract the demon to occupy his body, so they vaguely guessed what he was going to do next, and they all held their breaths, unable to believe it.

I don't know which timid fairy cried first, and then cried more and more.

Originally, there was no need for Mo Jin to sacrifice. It was their indifference that forced him to take this approach.

In the world, the bloody mandala gradually loses its original color and becomes pure white bit by bit.

The woman in light white clothes walked over on the holy moon orchid, her wide sleeves swaying gently in the breeze. She walked to the place where the last bloody mandala was blooming, leaned over and cut off its rhizome. He raised his head and put the mandala flower on his temple.

"It's so cruel." The vague murmur dissipated in the fragrance of spring along with the swaying of the flowers.

The sky has cleared up without knowing when, and it is as clear as a mirror lake and attracts people's attention. It is actually the best weather in the world in the past year.

(End of this chapter)