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

The group of people gradually exited the Snow Valley under the cover of the sword array of Qinglong Dao Palace.

During this period, they also encountered the remaining forces of Zhaoxue Mansion Prison, who also suffered heavy casualties due to the invasion of the evil spirits.

"No, the speed of these monsters is too fast. The heaven of the Immortal Realm is about to collapse. If there is a surprise attack from the evil spirits, it will be beyond redemption."

An unknown disciple of the Qinglong Taoist Palace slashed his sword in his hand. He looked at the demon spirits who were close to him and knew that the defensive formations they had set up earlier had failed. He couldn't help but look at Xu Wenqu with a sharp look and asked Xu Wenqu for instructions: " Master, the only way to fight these evil spirits is to ask our ancestors to come out. This disciple knows that he can't help much, so he is willing to serve as a vanguard and buy more time for the ancestors."

As the disciple spoke, he suddenly knelt down in front of Xu Wenqu, and his inexplicable behavior immediately attracted the echoes of other sword cultivators in blue.

"I hope the leader will agree, we are willing to pave the way for our ancestors!"

Hearing the noise behind them, everyone who was eager to withdraw from the scope of the demonic evil stopped one after another.

Yu Huaiyin turned around and looked at the Qinglong Dao Palace disciples kneeling on the ground. He found that all of these people had eager and determined expressions on their faces. Just when he was about to ask who the Qinglong Dao Palace wanted to invite. When he was a "predecessor", he saw Xu Wenqu frowning and slowly closing his eyes. He waved his hand feebly as if he had acquiesced to these people's requests.

"Master, please take care."

The sword cultivator in green clothes who took the lead kowtowed to Xu Wenqu, then put his two fingers on the edge of the sword, and in a flash of green light he committed suicide and fell to the ground in front of everyone's stunned eyes!

In an instant, all the sixteen sons of Qinglong Taoist Palace cut their necks and died. Their souls attached to their swords turned into rainbows running through the sun and rushed into the black evil.

There is righteousness in the world, and the evil spirit that feeds on the greed, anger, love, and hatred of all creatures is naturally afraid of the rare courage and righteousness in this world.

The black clouds on the horizon stopped, and the blood of these people melted into the pale and cold snow, glowing with a dark red luster and slowly dried up, then boiled and burned into a ball of fire, reflected in the eyes of the living.

Such a tragic scene happened in a moment. Yu Huaiyin looked at their corpses and remembered the praise that the immortal world had always given to the Qinglong Taoist Palace. Those great principles that protect the world's common people have never been these protectors who can face life and death calmly. empty talk.

A splitting headache!

Suddenly, Yu Huaiyin pressed his head firmly with his hands. In vain for his wavering just now, he was actually influenced by the demon to have a trace of respect for Lu Zhiwei's selfish and villainous behavior.

He cannot admit defeat, let alone doubt the Tao in his heart. And just as Yu Huaiyin's consciousness gradually became clearer, the Taoist mantra suddenly came from the mouth of Xu Wenqu on the side:

"The cloud seal script is too empty. At the beginning of the catastrophe, it is drifting, sinking or floating, wandering in five directions..."

This voice was ethereal and spoke very fast. Once it came out, everyone present felt the magic weapons in their hands tremble slightly, among which the sword wielder had the strongest reaction.

Probably guessing what kind of magical power the other party was going to use, Yu Huaiyin no longer hesitated and immediately poured his spiritual power into the magic circle that was gradually forming in front of Xu Wenqu.

Seeing this, others followed suit. With the concerted efforts of everyone, an ancient cyan sword loomed. Once this sword appeared in Beimang Mountain, a hundred miles away, a sword tomb that had been sealed for many years also followed suit. A sea change has occurred.

As the mountains shook and the earth shook, the stone tablet in front of the Sword Tomb exploded suddenly. The heavy stone door slowly opened, and wisps of clear light burst out, accompanied by the loud clattering sound of chains shaking and colliding together.

"The reinforcements from the Qinglong Dao Palace will arrive soon. Before that, we must not let any demon escape from the Snow Valley."

The prison history immortals in Zhaoxue Mansion Prison bit their fingers one after another and burned their blood to light the wicks of the life lamps floating in front of them. They were also prepared to protect the law with their souls and to die as martyrs with their bodies.

The Twelve Gods and Evil Palace, this group of people who usually seem to be cunning and cunning, are still different from the casual cultivators in two or three states.

They are from the same lineage, and even though there are grievances and grievances, they are the first barrier to keep the world safe and peaceful when the catastrophe is imminent.

"Why?" There was a chaos of fighting and death all around. Yue Shen stood beside Yi Rong and had a panoramic view of everything.

He couldn't figure it out, he really couldn't figure it out! Why did the sixteen sons of Qinglong Taoist Palace die? Who did they die for?

When what happened just now, it was clear that no one or anything was forcing them to sacrifice for the people behind them. They did so voluntarily.

Yue Shenheng opened his eyes wide, remembering all the things he had experienced in the past. At that time, all the disciples in Siming Dao Palace were dying, and the Immortal Sect hoped that he would use his demon body to save everyone from danger, but what was he thinking at that time? , is hate, he hates why fate chose him instead of others.

At that time, all the unwillingness and grievances came to his eyes. Over the years, he had been stuck in the quagmire. His eyes were blinded by anger and resentment, so he couldn't let it go. He couldn't see, and naturally he couldn't understand why Yu Huaiyin was Siming Daogong. How could the sixteenth son of Qinglong Taoist Palace die calmly if he gave up his life?

Once he had an epiphany, Yue Canheng stared in disbelief at Yi Rong, who was only breathing. His voice trembled: "Do you understand, so you think so too? Just for some people you may not even know, maybe Including me, you can actually die?"

"Hahahaha——" Yue Shen asked, and suddenly laughed softly. How ridiculous. He once thought that few fools in this world would do such a stupid thing as sacrificing his life for righteousness, but in fact, before making a decision, Even people like Yi Rong are happy with it.

Then why did he suffer from this torture day and night? The fact is before him. The resentment he once swallowed in his belly could not find any specific person to deal with.

"It's not your fault. You don't have to embarrass yourself like this. People like you and me are really lonely sometimes, and when a person is lonely, his enemy is also an old friend. You might as well continue to hate me as an old friend... …”

Yi Rong's throat slid up and down, but she didn't actually speak. She just conveyed a wisp of her thoughts to the other party through the demonic energy from Yue Shen in her body.

After thirty years of searching for the Tao, many things she could not figure out had long been lost to time. Yi Rong didn't know that these people, all of them, had come out of the storm and had nothing. The reason why they were still alive was because of the knot that they didn't want to be untied. If one day we really stop competing with ourselves, we will not be able to go far.

So she wished that Yue Shen Hengcan could not reveal his empty hatred, and she could just stick to the useless aloofness in his heart and think about how to live a certain life in front of others. This was fine.

But he finally broke through the remaining confusion. From now on, no hatred or pain is the real pain.

I don't know if Yi Rong's words had any effect. Yue Shenheng put away the sarcastic smile on his face and fell into a state of motionless silence.

In the distance, a rusty sword in the sword tomb moved. They broke free from the chains engraved with talismans on their bodies and felt the call of the sixteen sons of Qinglong Taoist Palace. They knew that the world was in trouble and they had to save them.

With the sound of wind, the entire Immortal Realm fell into panic due to the collapse of the sky. However, the large and small broken swords flying out from Beimang Mountain did not choose to protect the dojo of Qinglong Taoist Palace. They turned into a river of green light and rushed towards it. Evil spirit.

This is the fateful sword of the monks of the Qinglong Dao Palace in the past. One hundred thousand mortal iron, five thousand fine steel, seven hundred spiritual swords, and eighty-one immortal swords. All the foundation luck of a lineage of Dao Palace is here.

The Breath of Heroic Spirits ignited into a karmic fire, and large swaths of green flames pressed against the overwhelming black clouds, blocking the demon's advancing formation, forcing them to begin to collapse.

However, occasionally powerful two or three demon spirits would break out of the sword cloud and attack Xu Wenqu, Yu Huaiyin and others who were reactivating the boundary between the immortal and demon realms.

For this reason, the monks who had not taken action before due to their own injuries also used their magic weapons to protect the people who were casting spells.

Yue Shenheng also took action at this time. He held the Farewell Sword and stabbed a formed demon fetus. Seeing that the ferocious-looking baby was seriously injured and just about to turn into mist and escape, the Taoist holding the sword caught him in his hand. .

It was rumored that the demons would quickly increase their own strength if they cannibalized each other. Yue Shenheng's eyes turned cold, and then he crazily stuffed the black thing in front of him into his mouth, swallowing it in big mouthfuls.

Unfortunately, the demon's attack did not bring him the so-called benefits of a sudden increase in demonic energy. Instead, it made him feel abdominal pain, and he could not help but feel nauseated and retched.

It hurts! Yue Shenheng covered his stomach with his hand. Suddenly he felt a sticky and moist feeling in his palm, and more severe pain also hit him. Unable to hold on any longer, he knelt down on the ground, and unexpectedly found that he had eaten the The demon that went down broke open his stomach and escaped——

And this guy looks even more human-like after this experience!

"What? I can't eat them..."

Yue Shenheng lowered his head and looked at the empty hole in his abdomen. It was the demon that had eaten his flesh. The bright red that flowed into a pool on the ground where he was kneeling proved one thing.

It turns out that from the moment he chose to exchange blood with Yu Huaiyin, he was no longer a demon, but a human!

He, Yue Shenheng, doesn't need to use anything to prove who he is. His life has long been in my own hands.

"Since you want to eat, I will let you eat as much as you want!"

Yue Shenheng stared at the demon fetuses around him that were attracted by his flesh and blood. He sneered and exhaled a long breath, and then his skin cracked inch by inch, revealing the excellent bones and blood fetuses in it that were half immortal and half demon. A cloud of blood mist rose into the sky in a corner of the battle that attracted people's attention, attracting all the demons in the snow valley to follow him and run quickly in the opposite direction of the black cloud.

"This is this?" Seeing the demons being attracted by something and starting to flock to the demon world where they came from, everyone couldn't help but be stunned.

"That disciple of yours..." Xu Wenqu was first surprised that there were demons in the Immortal Sect, but then he felt sorry and respected for this person's act of saving the world.

Yue Shen died in a short moment.

When Yu Huaiyin saw a shredded cloth of the Siming Dao Palace elder's uniform piled in a pool of blood, his ears kept ringing, and then he realized the lingering feeling that had been weighing on his heart. The fear of death.

Not only Yue Shenheng, but many people have already died in just a few hours...

But at this moment, he couldn't get out of the formation that recast the boundary between the two realms, and could only watch helplessly as the mass of flesh and blood served as bait to lure the demons away.

Countless flying swords gathered from all directions, including the remaining swords from the Sword Tomb and the life-long efforts of other sword cultivators.

Gradually, a sonorous sound reverberated between heaven and earth. The Xiyin sword behind Yu Huaiyin moved, the short and long sapphire swords of Shi Shushu and Yi Rong also moved, and the farewell sword...

On this day, all the swords held by those with unquenchable hearts and minds came, and the dazzling green light filled the entire snow valley in an instant. When everyone's sight slowly became clear from the dazzling white, a sea of ​​righteousness formed from heaven and earth. A barrier appeared in front of them.

The crisis of evil spirits entering the world has been temporarily lifted.

"Yi Rong?" However, when everyone's eyes were still on the new boundary between the two realms, Yu Huaiyin knelt down beside the dying Yi Rong, trying his best to block her neck with spiritual power. On that hideous gaping wound.

In the cold wind, Yu Huaiyin looked at the scarlet wound that seemed to be healed. He knew that the reason why Yi Rong's wound no longer oozed blood was not because of his spiritual power, but because the man's blood had dried up. .

Tears welled up in his eyes. Yu Huaiyin had seen too many partings in his life, and he never knew that he could still shed tears.

On the contrary, Yi Rong, who was holding on for a breath, saw the wonderful person in her mouth crying, and couldn't help but secretly cursed Lu Zhiwei, this old man, was really not a thing, her puppet master wanted to die, but in turn, the puppet kept him alive. , I was in pain for a long time and couldn't close my eyes.

"It's so rare." Yi Rong murmured vaguely. She touched her bloody hand in her sleeve, handed the thing she caught to Yu Huaiyin, and smiled reluctantly: "Don't, don't cry. Ah...here..."

As soon as she said the word "Gai", before she could say the next words, a wisp of black mist came out from her neck, her whole body went limp, and the last bit of life in her eyes suddenly dimmed.

The black mist was forcibly left in Yi Rong's body by Yue Shenheng to prolong her life. Its demise now means that Yue Shenheng's soul and flesh have been eaten clean by the demons. Without this powerful demonic energy, even if No matter how unwilling Lu Zhiwei is, his soul will perish with the death of the puppet master, leaving only an empty shell made of scrap metal.

Facing Yi Rong's gradually stiffening body, Yu Huaiyin was stunned on the spot. He couldn't do anything, and he couldn't even catch the stack of things Yi Rong handed him.

The pieces of Lingshi treasure notes were pulled by the wind, like butterflies that had lost their way, flying and flying, but they could only float as far as the righteousness barrier before they were blocked by the cyan barrier and slowly fell.

Yu Huaiyin raised his head, and his head suddenly felt a lot empty. He vaguely remembered that these pieces of tissue paper were the most precious treasures of the sloppy Taoist who was addicted to alcohol...