I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

Yu Huaiyin has no way of knowing how it feels to kill someone, but he should be sad when his loved one dies at his hands, at least shed tears.But Yu Huaiyin looked at the corpses all over the place, and he found that he couldn't cry.

How sad?Like a monster, he is a walking dead walking alone in this barren world.Until Yu Canghai deliberately stabbed him with Yu Qingyun's saber, the wound was not at a vital point, it would only make him bleed and become evidence of Yu Qingyun's madness.

Yu Huaiyin clutched his wound and fell to the ground. He curled up and finally looked a bit sad because of the trauma on his body. It turned out that he would hurt——

The light from the pupils on his arm dissipated, Yu Huaiyin no longer indulged in the memories of the past, he stood up weakly, still remembering that he promised Yin Le would not easily compromise with fate, so he went out by voice transmission and ordered someone to find the millennium sunflower people hasten to meet him.

He wants to protect the people in Siming Dao Palace, which is his responsibility as the head of the sect, even if he gives everything.

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The memory was interrupted again, Liang Chu calculated the time and knew that a year later would be the day when he and Yu Huaiyin first met, the picture in the water diversion stone changed, and they came to another place in Si Ming Dao Palace.

When the blue-shirted boy surnamed Yue received the summons, he packed up his luggage and went to the inner sect. After waiting for the succession ceremony of the head of the sect, he could claim a small blessed place and cave from the elder deacon for his cultivation.

Right now, he is wearing the snow-white ginkgo clothes that only inner disciples are eligible to receive, and he is not used to shuttling from room to room, anxious to find his own room.

"Stop! Which elder sect are you from? Who allowed you to come here?" The blue-shirted boy was stopped by someone, and there were three people on the other side. They were all in the late stage of foundation establishment, and they should be disciples who had entered the inner sect for some time. .

"Three senior brothers, I'm sorry to disturb you. I don't have a teacher's legacy. I just got a token today." The blue-shirted boy lowered his head, trying to hide the magic pattern on his forehead so that no one would find out.

"Heh, who am I? It turns out that I am a bastard combined with personal demons. I heard that you are very arrogant, but you don't know how to win the favor of the true disciples of Elder Qianmian, and choose you to join the inner sect?" Zhu Shu, the strongest, stood up. He had a long history of friendship with those arrogant disciples who were not selected in the Wuyaotang, and now he was taking advantage of them, so he deliberately came to trouble this young man.

"Senior Brother Yi is not such a person, he didn't favor me... My cultivation has reached the foundation building stage, so I can enter the inner sect to practice according to the sect's rules." The blue-shirted boy was used to being insulted by others, and he didn't intend to stand up for himself. But he couldn't hear Zhu Shu slandering those who treated him well.

"So you are very confident in your own strength. Since you have just called me senior brother, how about we ask for advice?" Zhu Shu made a quick move, making it a vicious hidden weapon, and the willow-like throwing knife stabbed at him Several acupuncture points on the boy's body disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This kind of little thing came from Tianlao Taoist Palace, which is specially used to tame and punish those crazy monsters. Now that Zhu Shu uses this kind of thing to deal with him, he obviously doesn't treat him as a human being.

"Uh..." The blue-shirted boy snorted, and his face turned pale in an instant. He felt that his internal organs were falling into a cold cave, but he was still standing there. He couldn't save himself, and he couldn't ask anyone for help. After suffering some pain, he endured it and passed.

"Thank you, brother, for your teaching. I'm not as good as others...willing to admit defeat..." The blue-shirted boy grabbed the burden on his shoulders tightly. He wanted to calm things down, so he saluted the three of them, gritted his teeth and walked towards his residence.

"What's this?" The young man staggered past them, Zhu Shu and the three looked at each other, they had never had such a "strange" fight.

"Wait, stop—" Zhu Shu turned around and yelled at the boy in the blue shirt. He felt that there was an essential difference between asking for trouble and unilaterally bullying a person who was unwilling to fight back. If he just let him go , It's too ugly to say it.

Zhu Shu chose to sneak attack again, but at this time the blue-shirted boy was having a splitting headache, and he couldn't hear someone calling him.

"Sneak attack from behind, what kind of skill is it?" Yi Rong, who had been hit here by Yu Jian, saw this scene. Seeing injustice in the air, he drew his sword to help, so he threw a reverse pill. Song Lu said that this thing can rebound anything The attack of monks below the alchemy stage is a life-saving product for low-level monks. He bought a few more for this, and now it's time to try its power.

As soon as the object came out, before Zhu Shu's palm hit the blue-shirted boy, he was blown away by his own spiritual power, and fell to the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother——" Seeing that Zhu Shu was injured, the other two rushed to help him, and at the same time, the blue-shirted boy finally fell down and passed out due to exhaustion.

"What... what should we do now?" Someone asked Zhu Shu.

"It's cheap for him today. I don't know what life-saving thing is hidden on this bastard. Let's go back first so that we don't get caught and we fight in private." The blue-shirted boy had been bedridden for several months, but now the retribution was very uncomfortable for him, so he didn't have the heart to teach others a lesson.

Yi Rong watched the three go away, and then looked at the blue-shirted boy lying on the ground. He felt that there was nothing exciting to watch and also felt disgusted by the boy's blood of the demon race, so he walked away with his sword, leaving the boy lying on the ground alone for a long time , it was not until a few inner disciples who were planning to go back to the room to rest after the morning class passed by and carried him back, and these disciples were very kind-hearted. Seeing the unconscious blue-shirted boy in pain, they went to the witch medicine Please sir.

But when they went there, they didn't know, as soon as they entered the door, they found that the witch doctor hall was already overcrowded, and even Zhu Shu, who came first, hadn't been diagnosed and treated, but waited for someone to grab some elixir for him to take back.

Several people were quite surprised by this, and after asking, they found out that it was the group of newly promoted elite disciples of the inner sect who somehow used the wrong formation when they teamed up to add spiritual power to the barrier of the mountain protection, and attracted people who were in the tenth class. The evil energy in the Fenglei Swamp outside the Heavenly Paradise of Erdong invaded Yumu Cave, severely injuring a group of disciples who were casting spells.

This was a fatal negligence, such a mistake would never be made by those immortal sects who ranked low in the upper immortal world, but it happened in Siming Dao Palace. As one of the twelve gods, the gradual decline of the immortal gate has Let them not have a sufficient number of spirit stones to maintain the enchantment of the guardians in Yumu Cave and the surrounding sphere of influence.

But this matter must not be known to outsiders, so Yu Qingyun discussed with the four elders when he was alive, and temporarily transferred disciples with deep cultivation in the sect to replace spirit stones with manpower every once in a while to strengthen the formation with his own cultivation.

This can be regarded as a way to postpone the urgent need, but not long ago, Yu Qingyun and those disciples died tragically in the trial ground, which forced Siming Dao Palace to gather new staff in a short time.This kind of downward screening makes those disciples whose cultivation level is barely able to stimulate the big formation, how can they not make mistakes?

At that time, Elder Xinglin was surnamed Xiang and named Yongcheng. Facing a room full of sick people, he had a dignified expression. Because his injuries were easy to heal, the evil energy that could penetrate into the bodies of these disciples was rumored to be something from the demon clan. Death cannot dissipate.Unless he can borrow the Zhenshan treasure "Catching the Wind Cauldron" from Tiande Dao Palace or find a member of the demon clan to use the demon body as a vessel to extradite the evil spirit in these disciples, otherwise he will not be able to save these people at all. live.

But these two paths are dead ends for the current Siming Taoist Palace, not to mention whether Tiande Taoist Palace will lend them the Chasing Wind Cauldron. The Taoist palace exists in name only, not to mention that the demon clan was sealed in the Fenxue Mountain by the immortal sage, and no trace of their clansmen has been seen for thousands of years. How could there be a demon willing to rescue him?

The witch medicine hall was in a mess, and the tiny rescue method spread to the ears of those present. Zhu Shu thought about it and muttered, why are there no demons?Even if the entire fairy world is turned over, other fairy gates may not have it, but Siming Dao Palace must have it!

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The boy in the blue shirt was forcibly woken up, and before that he had never received the slightest courtesy from the people in the door.People who came called him Senior Brother, and said that Elder Xinglin intends to accept him as a true disciple, so there must be a price for such a good thing to happen to him.

At noon, Xiang Yongcheng came to see him in person, and said that now he is the only one who can save Si Ming Dao Palace from fire and water, and that he has half the blood of the demon clan. If everyone's evil energy is transferred to him, maybe he will not die.

It was just "maybe", it was the first time in his short life that the boy in blue looked up to see the pairs of expectant eyes in front of him.

The magic lines on his forehead are ugly, bringing him all misfortunes and the only chance in his life to negotiate terms with these lofty immortals.

"I can promise you, but I want to enshrine my parents' spiritual tablets in the fairy gate, regardless of death or life." There was fear in the eyes of the blue-shirted boy. He was afraid of death but he knew that he had no right to refuse.

He has nowhere to escape, and can only exchange his life for the lives of others under Xiang Yongcheng's spell.

The process of absorbing the evil energy was extremely painful, and death became an unattainable thing at that moment. For a full twelve hours, when he could no longer feel the pain, he found himself imprisoned in the Commander's Office. In the dungeon of the Dao Palace, there are disciples with swords guarding all around.

He didn't die, but no one cared about his life or death. Those people were afraid that if he survived, he would go mad and harm others, so they locked his neck and limbs with restraining chains.

The successive tortures made him feel that he had no strength at all, and the hunger in his stomach as he sat in the cage made him tremble uncontrollably.

The blue-shirted boy begged for food from the guards, but seeing that he was awake, those people couldn't hear his request at all, so they clamored to inform Elder Xinglin to come and check.

He was so hungry that he couldn't even notice when there was a strange power in his body. This power could allow him to easily undo the restraint of the chains, ambush the guards and escape.

Hunger prompted him to sneak into the back kitchen of the gluttonous building, but faced with many delicacies, he was like chewing wax. He longed for blood like a real demon, but the restraint of being a man for more than ten years made him unable to bear to become a slut and blood drinker monster.

He covered his mouth, tried his best to avoid places where people were haunted, and instead rushed to the Star Soul Pool, where many low-level spirit beasts were raised, enough for him to have a full meal.

When Xiang Yongcheng found him with a group of disciples, he was kneeling in a pool of blood, looking at the beast carcass in front of him, panicked and at a loss.

"He's besieged, so there's no need to show mercy." When the blue-shirted boy was besieged, he heard Xiang Yongcheng's voice.

Then, he was expelled and chased by one piece of magic weapon, and all the swords, guns, swords and halberds pierced through his flesh and blood, which proved the long-standing rumors that the demons' bodies are indestructible, and their souls are indestructible.

He fled in a hurry and kept standing up while being severely injured and bleeding again and again, feeling endless betrayal and loneliness. It turned out that the master who had never kowtowed and served tea could not be regarded as a teacher, so the Siming Taoist Palace who never planned to accept him Why do you call yourself home?

The blue-shirted boy was filled with devilish energy, and no one dared to get close to him to completely shatter his soul, so they planned to use weapons to destroy his physical body first.

A blue long sword struck from behind, cut off the boy's ribs and knocked him down. He turned his head and saw that Yi Rong, who had met him once, was beaming with joy because of hitting him. He couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment. They don't know each other, let alone have any friendship.

Probably this senior brother whom he was more than half grateful for also heard the news and came to slay demons, but for some reason, when the blood splashed on his face, he remembered that he was about to leave the medicine garden a few days ago. The wormwood field was shoveled down by several other colleagues.

It took him a lot of hard work to grow it. He was very angry and argued with those people, but was told that the medicine field he planted was originally an abandoned field because it was in the middle of the other three medicine fields. So the other three medicine fields have been absorbing the spiritual power of this abandoned field for a long time, but now he has planted these extremely vigorous wormwood, and the growth of other medicine fields will definitely be affected in the long run.

They said that some things were born to be sacrificed, there is no right or wrong at all, but he obviously tried his best to survive, just like those wormwood, but he could only watch them being uprooted.

He is so insignificant, from beginning to end he saved many people but no one ever asked his name, even though he didn't deserve it.

The blue-shirted boy felt that he had no strength to stand up anymore. He fell on the ground and sobbed in a low voice like a child who had been robbed of everything. Facing the power that he had no power to resist, the powerlessness, grief and indignation that came from youth Incomprehensible and unacceptable grievances filled his chest. At this moment, suicide seemed to be his only trump card against the world.

He knew that if he voluntarily gave up his physical body and turned into Mosha, Si Ming Dao Palace would be buried with him when his soul was gone.

The young man opened his scarlet eyes, wisps of devilish energy overflowed from his body, but just when he wanted to kill himself, a ginkgo gun with a murderous air struck and directly interrupted his sacrifice. .

Changing Ming wiped his neck and plunged into the blood-stained soil, his eyes were covered by a soft apricot color, the person with his back to him obviously came in a hurry and even had no hair tied, those hair and clothes corners were from The wind blowing in this magnificent world, with the clear fragrance of snow, blocks all the prejudices of the world.

"The blood of the demon race is okay...he didn't hurt anyone, I can save him..."

Although the sky was dark, but the afterglow was still warm, the boy in blue heard what the man said.