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

"Two or three continents are a piece of wasteland. They may not be able to withstand the power of the water of the Sea of ​​Bitterness. If it collapses in an instant and wastes time, it is better to choose the Tiande Dao Palace with the lowest terrain."

Zhuang Jingtai's shouting failed to attract anyone's attention. It seemed that at the moment of life and death, the overwhelming wealth was finally reduced to an extraneous thing in people's mouth, and when Liang Sanzhou was regarded as an abandoned piece on the chessboard, his small Tongyuan Chamber of Commerce The president no longer has any face to speak of.

"Did any of you hear what I said? Mingyuan, why are you so stunned? How did you become the leader and allow them to bully Tiande Dao Palace like this?"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Zhuang Jingtai rushed to a young man wearing amber light armor. This man was wearing inherited Taoist robes and was clearly the new head of the Tiande Taoist Palace.

"Junior brother, why should you be angry? If it really comes to a critical moment, you will not be able to escape." Mingyuan had a cold face and secretly clenched his fists. He didn't know that he was the one being bullied, but knowing it didn't mean he could resist. , this time the Twelve Gods and Demons Dao Palace changed owners, he was the weakest in cultivation. As for whether the Tiande Dao Palace is really the lowest, God knows.

"You—" Zhuang Jingtai was so angry that he couldn't hear such tactless words. He raised his hand and was about to beat the drum on his waist. He wanted to teach the incompetent new leader a lesson for his deceased master, but he quickly responded. Come here, his senior brother is not a bloodless person.

It must be strange to be willing to swallow one's anger, and it is not that he has seen such a scene before. How they treated the Siming Dao Palace who lost power more than ten years ago, and now the waste that has moved to the immortal world has just changed from one to two. Just one.

What's more, even if these people still don't take Siming Dao Palace seriously, Yu Huaiyin and Liangcei have finally come out of the Divine Realm alive. Looking at the two monks in the Immortal Realm, they are very rare. No wonder Murong Ziling opened his mouth. The first one to look for was Yu Huaiyin.

"President Zhuang really has a way to deal with the monsters?" After weighing the two, Murong Ziling came up with a compromise. Since they had to give up a dojo, the best result was to save the lives of all the disciples.

"So what?" Zhuang Jingtai followed the words and asked. He didn't want to be chased away and worked in vain. If he worked hard over there, these bastards in the Immortal Realm would give up the two or three continents and the Tiande Dao Palace in the blink of an eye. If he sells it, wouldn't he be taken advantage of?

"If there is a way to destroy those monsters in the two or three continents, the Immortal Alliance will use all the Twelve Palaces of Divine Evil to find a suitable blessed place to suppress the sea of ​​suffering." Murong Ziling waved his hand and surrounded the monsters outside the mountain guarding formation. A turbulent scene appeared in front of everyone.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on one place, and they saw thunderclouds on the rough sea, and the water of the bitter sea, as thick as ink, was constantly impacting the barrier. A tributary that first poured into the fairy mountain looked down from a high altitude. At the break. A large lake has been formed.

Seeing this situation, everyone immediately realized what Murong Ziling meant by choosing a suitable blessed place. Since no one can take the initiative, and no immortal sect should be pushed out to take on all this, then it is left to God decides.

Resign yourself to fate? Yu Huaiyin particularly hated this word, so the people around him flashed before his eyes one by one like a revolving lantern, and he heard their nervous heartbeats turn into sighs of relief. The shadow of Siming Dao Palace was finally perfect. It sank into the lake and connected with the mountains, isolating the vast sea of ​​bitter water.

"Hey." Seeing that God's will had been decided, Yu Huaiyin accidentally laughed out loud. He didn't seem to be surprised by the result at all.

On the contrary, the people present were startled by his reaction, fearing that these two ruthless people who could escape death from Xue Ji would pick up the guy and fight them to death.

Everyone knows how the Siming Dao Palace got to where it is today. The few old, weak, sick and disabled people under the sect have all endured hardships and misfortunes. However, they couldn’t help being born unlucky. Seeing that they were about to live a good life, they immediately Anyone would go crazy if they were dragged away to fill the sea.

"Okay, let's surrender to the Si Ming Dao Palace." Everyone was waiting for Yu Huaiyin to have an attack, but Liangcei was the first to agree. He stepped forward, and the platinum light armor on his body was shining brightly, which was enough to prove that he was qualified to act as Si Ming. The Tao Palace handles all kinds of things.

It's really strange that the previous head is still there, how this inheritance has changed.

Many people murmured in their hearts, but they were glad that as long as they didn't go to reclaim the sea, why did they care so much?

"What does Elder Murong want my Taoist sect to do?" Liang Ce has a serious style, and it is obvious that this sect leader is very competent. Yu Huaiyin's face stiffened, and he suddenly understood who he was carrying the responsibility for.

Not for others, but simply for his sake, Liangce could say that good word, and pretend to understand the righteousness and let these people use their homes to block the waters of the sea of ​​suffering.

An indescribable feeling spread in his heart. As soon as Yu Huaiyin glanced away, he felt a line of sight cast towards him. He turned around and found that it was Bu Yan standing in the crowd looking at him. Only then did I remember that the Divine Realm was about to collapse. The Immortal Alliance ordered all immortal gates to open restrictions, and the Siming Dao Palace also obeyed the order. Naturally, someone had to use spiritual power to activate the formation. But since they were not here, this responsibility fell to Bu. On the body.

It was so difficult to protect the entire Taoist temple with one person. Bu Yan's face turned pale, thinking she had been injured secretly, and when she came in a hurry, she heard that her Taoist temple could not be saved. Her expression darkened, and she trembled and almost turned into a demon, but Fortunately, she had the elixir refined by Yue Shenheng in her arms and quickly took it to stabilize her mind.

Yu Huaiyin saw that she was not in any serious trouble, and then looked towards Liangce again. He heard those people talking about the need for mountains to control the sea, and the formation cultivators from the Golden Chamber Taoist Palace came to help. After a brief discussion, Murong Ziling will They were divided into two groups. Some of them went to the sea with Zhuang Jingtai to eliminate the monsters, while the rest tried to move mountains and suppress the sea.

Under the order, blood-colored natal talismans condensed from monks' longevity energy appeared in the world. Every time the young disciples of the Golden Chamber Dao Palace drew a stroke, it seemed as if a knife was carved on the heart of their "fledgling" leader. After watching too much, the new leader almost fainted without even taking a breath.

Yu Huaiyin didn't want to be emotionally aroused by death anymore. He just looked at the mountain from a distance and heard the mournful screams of broken grass and trees and cracked rocks from this thousand-year foundation. When the entire Siming Dao Palace was forcibly raised using spiritual power, Yu Huaiyin felt as if something in his body had been uprooted.

At the same time, bursts of rhythmic drumming came from above the sea of ​​suffering. It was extremely low but had an indescribable sense of temptation. It went straight into people's ears, and once this magical sound entered the ears, it changed in countless ways. , for no reason, the crisp sound of silver bells, the sound of the wind cutting through the air, and the sound of some insect tentacles crawling across the leaves...

Zhuang Jingtai stood on the sea, beating the drum on his waist time and time again. The salty sea breeze blew in front of him, but it could not blow away the white mist that enveloped him.

The strange whiteness spreads, gently covering the ugly and bloody bodies of the monsters, like a slender and tender girl's wrist, soothing their pain.

In an instant, the sky and the earth faded, and only the whiteness of the eyes covered the sound like drums and bells spread across the sea, mysterious and ethereal.

This is a witchcraft passed down from generation to generation by the Zhuang clan. It can manipulate the soul and control the soul. It will never be used easily unless it is at the critical moment when the clan is exterminated and the body is destroyed. Once the witch-summoning ritual is started, the caster's spiritual power is depleted very quickly, and will become more intense as the number of souls controlled increases. Therefore, it didn't take long before Zhuang Jingtai began to absorb the cultivation abilities of those around him to fill his own spiritual power gap.

"Senior brother..." Liuxu, who was accompanying him, had cold sweat on his forehead. He had always been a pampered man and wanted to tell Zhuang Jingtai that he couldn't hold on any longer.

But when the young master raised his head, he saw that the elder brother, who usually suffered more than him, had his eyes closed tightly, and he looked very painful in the vast expanse of tragic white.

Suddenly, Zhuang Jingtai's drumming movement stopped, and a black and red thin line like an ink fountain popped out from the center of his eyebrows and spread to his throat, turning his whole body into a ghostly figure. It seemed that he was under witchcraft. The backlash.

"I'm so useless -" The silver bell hanging on the drumstick made an urgent and chaotic sound. Zhuang Jingtai's hands trembled, and he suddenly remembered that his father often scolded him for being ignorant and incompetent. He was very talented. With self-awareness, I vowed to be a measured prodigal son and never have the thought of proving my abilities.

But having said that, he is young after all, and he can neither let go of his family fortune in two or three continents, nor let go of his old friends in the Tiande Dao Palace. As for talking nonsense and saying that he has a way to get rid of monsters, anyone with a higher level of cultivation can see that he does not have this He is capable, but if he doesn't show off his strength and doesn't do stupid things, who will take care of it for him?

It would be great if a person could be a playboy for the rest of his life.

Zhuang Jingtai carefully recalled his past romances, and couldn't help but clicked his tongue, feeling deeply that he seemed to have never suffered much in his life.

If there was any regret, it was that right now, his witchcraft training was really poor, otherwise he would really be sure to control the souls of those monsters and make them explode.

Now...

Zhuang Jingtai took a deep breath and felt the vague and invisible threads hidden in the thick white smoke. One end was divided into thousands of strands and connected to the souls of the monsters, and the other end gathered into one and wrapped around his five fingers. .

He only has one chance, he can't gamble, he can only...

"Xiao Xu, I know you have been thinking about my medicine cauldron for more than a day or two. Senior brother will give it to you today."

There was silence on the sea. Some of Zhuang Jingtai's joking words came from the wind and sounded unreal, which made Liuxu panic. Then a golden small cauldron really flew out of the mist and hit it with all its strength. into his arms.

Catkin instinctively reached out and hugged the medicine cauldron like a cornucopia, but saw a pool of blood in the cauldron mixed with the remains of the elixir, showing a splash shape that had not yet dried up, and was slowly dripping.

"Eldest Brother——" Liuxu screamed with tears in her eyes towards the figure on the horizon.

Zhuang Jingtai stood stiffly in mid-air, his bleeding palms were empty at this moment, and the missing drumstick had turned into a delicate silver knife shining with cold light and pierced his throat.

Using his own body as a bait to attract the monsters he controlled, they also raised their hands and pierced their own hearts and demon pills with their finger bones or sharp claws.

Such a decisive suicide happened so quickly. Perhaps even Zhuang Jingtai himself did not realize that he had such courage. On the contrary, when Liu Xu called out like this, his unresponsive soul was startled. Once the witchcraft dissipated, Zhuang Jingtai became cold. The transparent body fell softly into the boundless sea of ​​suffering.

The monster beasts also fell down with him, and for a while, the monster bodies fell like thousands of stones, setting off huge waves on the sea.

The sudden rise of the wind corresponded to the surging sea water, and a mountain lifted by the monks worked together like a black cloud slowly covering the sky above the heads of Liuxu and others.

Lights and shadows surround the large and small dojos in the Yumudong Mountains. It is the monks from the Upper Immortal Realm headed by Murong Ziling who use blood talismans to turn the Siming Taoist Palace into the cornerstone of Zhenhai.

In a place where snow fell, Liangzhi saw the talismans on his fingertips being burned by the fire. A mole of tears in his eyes flashed a little scarlet, and he suddenly thought in his heart, "Master, are you in pain again..."