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

Did you promise...that you wouldn't die?

It was this unavoidable question again. Yu Huaiyin raised his eyes and glanced at the sky shrouded in fog. In such a dangerous situation, he swept away the fatigue on his face and smiled naturally, "Of course, I mean what I say." .”

Is this comforting him? Liangce understood this man's good intentions and said nothing more. He and the monks from the Upper Immortal Realm leaned over to inspect the ancient marks hidden under the dojo.

The restriction has been destroyed. This is an indisputable fact. They cannot take any chances. The choice of repairing or rearranging the formation is the first thing they have to face now.

"It is not difficult to redraw this formation. It only takes seven days with all our efforts. However, if the repair can be used immediately, it requires the cultivation of the true saint realm to activate it."

The head of the Golden Chamber Dao Palace, who is good at formations, revealed the secret. To put it bluntly, it only takes some time or enough spiritual power to use this divine domain restriction. Unfortunately, they obviously do not have these two conditions.

"We can't wait. We can only fight with our lives for the current plan." An elder from the Immortal Alliance, carrying a medicine basket on his back and holding a medicine pestle in his hand, said the only path they could choose at this moment.

After hearing this, everyone silently acquiesced. At that moment, the nine Taoist palace masters and the three immortal alliance elders all chose the huge stone statues corresponding to them in the dojo according to their respective practices and stood on them.

Obviously, most people in the Upper Immortal Realm have a certain understanding of the origin of the restriction in the Divine Realm. Yu Huaiyin knew very little about the secrets involved. His movements were relatively slow, but when he saw everyone else making their selections one by one, When there was only one dragon-shaped stone sculpture left for him, he seemed to understand something, and then he felt that the stone dragon in front of him seemed familiar.

The image of Demon Ancestor Zhaoli is almost exactly the same as the blue dragon entrenched on the body of the Minsheng Spear. As the master of the Minsheng Spear, he can control Zhaoli's dragon soul, so naturally he is the best match for Shilong.

However, Qinglong Taoist Palace seems to have some connection with Zhaoli, but the current head Xu Wenqu named the sword Heavenly Snake. In comparison, he chose Zhihe's Dharma-like stone sculpture.

This revealed a piece of news, that is, this ban is related to the ancient twelve zodiac demon ancestors.

Standing on the blue dragon, Yu Huaiyin calmed down and poured spiritual power into the majestic stone statue at his feet together with the other eleven people.

For a moment, Liangzhu, who was guarding below, and Chisu, who was alone, felt that the air around them had condensed, and then a muffled sound of earth exploding came from inside the twelve stone statues, and as the frequency of the sound increased, Gradually speeding up, the yellow mud that fell off the dharma image mixed with the smell of blood floated in the air.

Amidst the flying dust, the stone statues slowly approached a twelve-sided irregular ring-shaped altar in the center of the restriction, as if they were alive.

From the perspective of Liangce, the distance between the stone statues and the altar is actually very close. However, for Yu Huaiyin and others standing on the stone statues, the moving process is very slow and difficult, because every step of these stone statues moves. You need to draw a lot of spiritual energy from them.

The gap between the monks and saints above the Twelve Human Immortal Realm cannot be made up by quantity. Otherwise, Qi Cuo could bring all the people from the Immortal Realm to the God Realm to compete with Xue Ji. But in the face of real strength, no matter how many people there are, it will only delay the sharpening of the knife, and maybe it will make the madman Xue Ji's killing more enjoyable.

Bai Wu blinked and chased after him. Liang Ce tore off a piece of rag from his clothes and covered his face. He wanted to buy more undisturbed time for the people who had activated the ban.

Seeing this situation, Chi Su, who was accustomed to protecting his life and hiding his privacy, had to bite the bullet and fight.

A mad saint was too difficult to deal with. The chain blade in Qi Chu's palm turned into a long sword and fought with Xue Ji holding a spider spear. Purple light flashed frequently in the white mist. Each time they are connected, new wounds will be filled in the ruins of the divine realm.

A tower suddenly collapsed, followed by a broken bridge hanging in the air. Sand and stone splashed, and water covered the broken trees. The two of them were uncorrupted bodies that had practiced for thousands of years. They were gods who controlled the power of heaven and earth. They should have realized enlightenment and become free. At this moment But they became two murderous gods who wantonly destroyed everything around them, including themselves.

"You are about to die." The spear in Xue Ji's hand pierced Qi Er's body. She could feel the death aura gradually emanating from this old friend. He was dying just like herself. The smell was really disgusting. .

"You will be the same as me." Qi Er knew his ending, but he still tightly grasped the sharp blade that hurt his heart, and taunted: "You can kill so cruelly and still want to become a saint. , no matter what you have done, the sentient beings in the six realms, even the demon clan, will not appreciate your merits, and you will not be able to achieve..."

The words sounded harsh, and Xue Ji was so excited that she trembled all over, and the bells on her hair shook more and more violently. In the end, they couldn't bear the anger of the saint's body and exploded one after another.

Thick blood dripped from the top of her head, adding a ferocious color to Xue Ji's overly pale girl's face.

This bell was a forbidden curse placed by Zhi He thousands of years ago to prevent her from being rebellious. Now that it was unlocked, she felt much relieved and started laughing like crazy again.

"Kill, I don't need anyone to sincerely thank me for my kindness. As long as you guys who are blocking the road are dead, it doesn't matter if there are no monsters. Mortals can't be fooled, but with their worship, I can live forever." Xue Ji He was talking to himself, and with a strong force in his hands, he pushed Qi Er's body and dived heavily towards the ground.

With a bang, when the spider spear was completely pulled out from Qi Qi's back and nailed him to a wheat field, his body trembled, and a purple butterfly emerged from between his eyebrows and disappeared in an instant.

"I think you still have a few lives left." Xue Ji sneered, raised the spear again and pierced Qi Er's throat, then directly smashed the silver mask on the opponent's face, and smashed it on the eyes and forehead. go.

Repeating the previous one or two, when the last purple butterfly turned into ashes, Qi Chu was completely motionless. His only remaining eye was half-open, probably because he had an unfulfilled wish when he died.

"Hmph -" Looking at the bloody masterpiece at her feet, Xue Ji confidently picked up her spear and struck towards the place where the Twelve Immortals had opened the restriction.

However, after she left, Qi Er's body underwent some subtle changes. The handsome young man's scarred face was distorted, and then changed into a heroic look, which belonged to Lu Yan.

"Lu Yan, save them, go and save them quickly." Qi You's ethereal voice echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness of this dead body.

"What does their life and death have to do with me? The entire immortal world has nothing to do with me." Lu Yan refused simply, and his voice also sounded extremely weak.

In fact, it is impossible for Xuanxian Qicuo, who has just emerged from his cocoon, to face the saint head-on. However, his cultivation method is extremely special. Every time he is reborn, the hundreds of years of experience in the human world will be condensed into a butterfly and imprinted on him. In the sea of ​​consciousness between the eyebrows, when the body is seriously injured, it will turn into a cocoon on its own and resist a fatal attack for itself.

The identity of "Lv Yan" should have been like this, but something happened when Yu Huaiyin interfered with him on Kuzhou, which changed Lu Yan from one memory to another and was closely related to Qi Cuo. But completely different souls. Therefore, this dilapidated body has not yet reached the point where it is truly exhausted.

"Lei Gong'ao, to the east of the third tree at the entrance of the village, there is a blue-tiled house with very low eaves... I remember when I was a child, I had to drive sheep and feed ducks every day before dawn, and my father was very good at shaving heads. But he is very stupid, always lazy and unable to learn..." Qi Chu mentioned their common memories of childhood, and suddenly sighed, "You always say that everything in the fairy world has nothing to do with you, but if If Xue Ji is allowed to endanger the common people, once the fairy world is destroyed, the huge rocks and sky fire fall, even if it is a ray of spiritual power unintentionally swayed from the hands of the monks, the home will be gone."

The sorrow that originated from the same origin and spread in Qi You's heart was finally felt by Lu Yan, which reminded him of the young man who danced to the sound of chickens and practiced martial arts hard when he was young.

He wanted to protect his family, and more importantly, he wanted to punish evil and promote good. Looking back on his short life, that young boy in his teens who used dead branches as a sword to slash at tall reeds, at least at that time, his dreams would never be like Now, just be a bystander.

"What can I do? You can't even do it, so it's just me?" Lu Yan roared angrily, he was just a mortal, how could he defeat him.

"Why not? I still remember our home, and of course you will remember everything we have in the past." Qi Er's voice was soft and almost silent. He finally made it to this day, but he was not as unwilling as he imagined. , on the contrary, after seeing Xue Ji's ghostly appearance, I felt a little more happy in my heart.

"Fortunately, I was so close to becoming such a lunatic. I really have lived enough..." At the last moment when his consciousness disappeared, Qi mistakenly pulled the chain blade in his hand. The magical weapon that had followed him for thousands of years suddenly suddenly In a flash of light, it turned into a purple-blue silver-hooked swallowtail butterfly, flapped its wings and landed on Lu Yan's lips, kissing her gently.

Xue Ji is right. What she once said was that she was greedy for life and afraid of death. So how could a person who was so afraid of death leave no backup plan?

"It's really troublesome -" the girl whose face was covered in blood giggled. Thousands of eyes behind her saw a red shadow rushing towards her with a knife drawn.

She could sense that the cultivation level of this young man in red clothes was far below that of Qi Cu, but his killing move was too weird and surprisingly simple. Logically speaking, a monk in the Immortal Realm would usually use spiritual power to protect his body. , showing off some magical powers that are neither useful nor useful.

With a pop, the spider spear pierced Liangce's shoulder, but such an injury obviously couldn't slow down a desperate man.

Liangce immediately slashed at the spear with one of his world-weary swords. He heard the sound of gold and stone rubbing against each other. The blade in his left hand was not as strong as the spear and suddenly broke. However, his sword skills were extremely fast and without any damage. Cowardly, almost at the same time, the second sword in his right hand slashed down, raising a thick layer of frost and snow, and with a clang, the fierce magic weapon stained with the blood of the monks in the Mysterious Immortal Realm was easily broken into pieces. Two cuts.

"Hmm?" The weight on her palm lightened up, and Xue Ji looked at the half-part of the spider spear that fell from the air. She was stunned for a moment, then moved her body back, and used the magical power of shrinking to a foot to get rid of it first. After being entangled by Liangce, he took a closer look at the young man in red clothes in front of him.

"I remember you." Xue Ji vaguely remembered that when she used the Eastern Spider to send Dabai to the immortal world, she had met Liangce once before, and then said uncertainly, "You are what that friend said. Junior, he once asked me to save your life, why don't you wear that token on your body, but don't be ignorant."

It turned out to be really him. Hearing this, Liangce remembered that in the memory passed down to him by Yu Huaiyin, he had read that Lu Zhiwei said that he wanted to protect him. In the past few days, he had been able to avoid the siege of the spider sea several times, presumably with Lu Zhiwei and Xue It is related to the agreement between Ji, and the wolf fang pendant is the so-called token.

What good could come from seeking skin from a tiger? Liangce pulled out the remaining spear from his shoulder. He had no intention of talking nonsense to Xue Ji. When he saw the lunatic's eyes glancing at the forbidden altar, he raised his knife again.

"Good boy." Chi Su wrapped the mist that kept coming forward with white silk. He did not dare to meet the eyes of the eyes in the mist for a moment, so he looked up at the stalemate in the sky and kept mumbling, " Just hold on a little longer, just hold on a little longer, we can’t let so many people stay here in vain..."

These words are his expectations for Liangce, and they are also an encouragement to himself. Now that Xue Ji is close at hand, it means that Qi Chu has died, and the death of a Xuanxian has only stained Xue Ji's face. The difference between the enemy and the enemy is really disappointing.

Has your spiritual power been exhausted?

Yu Huaiyin's breathing was heavy, and cold sweat covered his forehead. The haziness in front of his eyes and the huge buzzing in his mind made him understand that he no longer had any cultivation level that could supply the bottomless spiritual abyss under his feet. .

The hands he was holding were shaking uncontrollably, and one after another people fell on the stone statues beside him. Every time they fell to the ground, it was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart. .

There was no way out for them. So every time someone falls down, those people will struggle to get up again. If there is no spiritual power in their bodies, they will extract it from the magic weapon. Once the magic weapon is clean, they will search for other objects until nothing can be found. When it was useless, they thought of using their own blood... But even so, this restriction was still like a pool of stagnant water, unable to make any waves.

There was a faint sound of crying. At this time, Yu Huaiyin could not tell who was crying, but most of them were the leaders of a faction, and no matter how bad they were, they were the pillars of the Immortal Alliance. If they were not really powerless, why would they be here?

"My name is Yu Huaiyin. I lost my father when I was young. My mother was the Yin family. I was buried in a barren mountain three miles away from Yumu Cave. My brother Huaixian died in the sacred forest of Tanlang Kingdom. His body was nowhere to be found. Now I look at Siming Dao Palace. He is a relative and must be treated properly. There is also a good friend with a good name..."

Inexplicably, Yu Huaiyin's thoughts went back to the time when he had just escaped from the fire in the bamboo house and leaned under a tree and knew nothing about the world. At that time, his heart was full of hope and he wanted to live. I also want more people to live.

After so many things happened, he thought he had done it. But if he can't stop Xue Ji today, then will all the efforts he and Liangce have made be in vain and a joke?

Why do you torture him like this? Do you live your whole life just to suffer?

The extreme grief and indignation caused Yu Huaiyin's tears to mix with the blood flowing from his wrists, gradually dyeing the place where his palms touched, which were the eyes of the Canglong stone statue.

Suddenly, the life-giving spear that had been drained of its spiritual power and rolled to the side moved, and a dragon roar rose into the sky. The remaining soul of Demon Ancestor Zhaoli escaped from the white jade spear and disappeared into the Canglong Dharma Appearance. This stone sculpture gained a real The whole body of Dragon Soul Nourishes glowed with cold green light, echoing the formation ring in the center.

The four directions of the God's Domain were affected by this, and a cold wind blew mixed with moist water vapor, and thin rain began to fall in the sky.

"Zhaoli, even you..." The mercy spear without the dragon soul gave off a dim and flickering light. When Yu Huaiyin reached out to hold it, the white jade spear body turned into little fireflies and dispersed in the wind.

Yu Huaiyin frowned, and his whole body suddenly slumped. He listened to the loud collision of spiritual energy between Liangce and Xueji in the distance. For some reason, he actually heard the opponent's voice in the din. The heartbeat was rapid but so tenacious and powerful, making him feel calm for a moment.

"Ayin?" Maybe there really is a spiritual communication in this world that can be achieved without using any magic, just by sincerity.

Liangzhi, who was nearly exhausted and covered in blood, seemed to feel something. His body was penetrated by another brand new spider spear. It turned out that the spear was not a magic weapon, but a spider that Xue Ji cut off from herself. Legs, no wonder they are so hard.

When he fell from a high altitude, the seriously injured Liangcei glanced at the spear that was thrown by Xue Ji and was chasing after him to kill him. He smiled with disdain and turned his head. Looking in the direction of Yu Huaiyin, the distance between them was getting closer and closer.

If you are still going to die in the end of the battle, it is always better to stay closer to that person.

Liangce thought this, but when the spider spear behind him was pressed against his chest, about to pierce his heart, his body suddenly lit up with an apricot-colored brilliance, which blocked him in time, allowing him to He had a chance to dodge.

When he fell to the ground in a panic, Liangce looked at the platinum light armor that suddenly appeared on his body, and an extremely terrifying thought appeared in his mind.

He was obviously frightened to the extreme, but he had to turn around and saw that the twelve stone statues, which had been eroded by the wind and sand of the years, actually showed the virtual bodies of the twelve demon ancestors in the lightning and thunder, so vivid. , all wearing armor and standing with angry eyes, so majestic that people dare not look directly at them.

As for those who were desperate to activate the ban before, they were all kneeling on the top of the stone statue. Everyone's hands were in a tightly clenched fist state, and everyone's dantian had been opened by themselves. , probably inspired by the return of Zhaoli Dragon Soul, they found another way to activate the ban.

Sacrifice to the sea of ​​spirit, but seek a moment of false form as a god.

Blood flowed down Yu Huaiyin's fingers. He lowered his head with no expression on his face, just like when Liangce took away his spiritual sea with the Powang knife in Tanlang Bamboo House that day.

Nothing has changed.

A heavy downpour fell quietly, and the formation that sealed the entire God's Domain finally opened——