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

"Does it still hurt?" The bitter sea returned to its former calm. Liangzhi pulled Yu Huaiyin onto his back. With their physical condition at the moment, they really couldn't stay at the bottom of the sea for a long time. Moreover, the inner demons on their bodies were different. The damage was extensive, and the exposed parts of the body had been cut with blood marks by the sea water like knives.

"It's better." The person who had been in a state of ups and downs felt dizzy even when he opened his mouth to speak. Yu Huaiyin was carried by Liangzhu and returned along the original route. Along the way, they put the bodies of the Immortal Alliance people into storage bags. They couldn't bear it. It seems that after death, those who work for the world will turn into monsters like Kisame who were abandoned by the Six Paths.

They retreated to the rock wall of the trench closest to the sea, and lit a message talisman to go out to inform the immortal world that the crisis in the sea of ​​suffering had been resolved. Unfortunately, even if they could spread the news and get in touch with the people on the shore, the people above There was no way to send anyone down to rescue them.

This abyss is undoubtedly another fierce battle and a dead end for the two people who have not recovered from their injuries.

The mountains are high and the sea is vast. People who have not climbed the peaks with bare hands or touched the rocks and thorns cannot truly appreciate the meaning of this.

Liangce used up his last bit of spiritual power to build a barrier that could separate him and Yu Huaiyin from the sea water. Then he could only use physical skills to climb the rock wall. His body skills have always been agile, even with people on his back, he was like a flying bird. As light as stepping on a branch.

It's just that even as fierce as a goshawk, there are times when he gets tired. The long way to escape is really far away. Less than a third of the way, his speed slowed down, and then it became more and more difficult.

After a night passed, Liangce grasped the cracks between the rocks with his green and white fingers, leaving bright red bloodstains on the places where his palms had been groped. The severe pain in his arms made him tremble all over, as if to remind him that if he didn't stop and rest, his arms would be useless.

Liangce glanced around, and finally landed on a huge rock on the right, about dozens of feet away from him, barely able to rest.

Normally, for a monk, this distance could be covered by just lifting his feet. But today, when he jumped and landed on the stone, he couldn't even stand firmly. His knees went limp and he fell to the ground. If he hadn't He used his hands to support himself in time, fearing that the person on his back would fall with him.

"How much longer do we have before we can go up?" This staggering fall still woke up the person who had been sleeping all night. Yu Huaiyin opened his eyes. He moved his fingers and found that his body was no longer in disrepair. It made a heartbreaking creaking sound like a broken door panel.

Feeling that there was no problem, he immediately stood up and walked to the opposite side of Liangzhi, condensed a stream of demonic energy on his fingertips, and quickly placed it on the man's heart and the bleeding wound on his waist and abdomen, which temporarily stabilized the fatal wound. The injury was sustained, but the foundation was saved.

"At our previous speed, we will be able to go to sea in about one day." Liangce couldn't help but gasp. He felt like a fire was burning in his lungs, burning up every breath of air he finally breathed into his abdominal cavity. Suffocate him alive.

"That strange skill on your body can no longer be used. Although it can keep your consciousness clear and you can move freely when it is running, it will extremely consume your life. Once you stop, all the injuries will occur and you will die instantly." Yu Huaiyin Seeing the strange behavior in Liangce at this moment, he knew that this person had lost half his life last night by rushing without stopping for a moment. He was too willful.

"Leave the rest of the journey to me."

The decisions made by some people cannot be questioned by others. For example, when Liangce was forcibly dragged onto Yu Huaiyin's back, he wanted to say that he could leave, but was interrupted by an indifferent voice, "You are not me. Your disciple, so disobedient?"

Yu Huaiyin obviously felt that the person behind him was very restless, and he had to listen to him to scold him before he became docile, and then he climbed up the cliff with no end in sight.

"How much does Master still remember about me?"

Yu Huaiyin, who was overly decisive and told the truth, still left an impression on Liangzhi. But that was many years ago, and the same undeniable tone made Liangce think of the little immortal who held a broken knife between his eyebrows at the Tanlang altar and ordered him not to move, and reunited with him after so many years. There was something different about the person who was finally touched by him tentatively, and thus had a hard shell on his body.

So just one sentence was enough for him to conclude that Yu Huaiyin had forgotten a lot about him during the several hours of life and death last night.

"I remember the first time I saw you was in an alley. You probably died at that time. I seemed very sad." Yu Huaiyin sorted out his thoughts, because the memory in his mind was no longer complete. Only scattered fragments remain, and they are all very painful.

Come to think of it, the golden eye on his arm is a very clever way of doing business. If he exchanges everything in the past for the misty life, the first thing to be taken away must be those beautiful things.

"It turned out to be that time." Liangce recalled what happened two months ago, and suddenly realized that he had died once, and now Yu Huaiyin had completely forgotten their previous entanglement, love and hate.

What if their story only started in a small alley, where an immortal from the Nine Heavens saved a dying man in front of a low moss-covered wall, and wanted to bring him back to the immortal sect for the sake of being obedient and helpless. Disciple, then the upper world was lost, and a great demon with extraordinary abilities came to attack. They fought bloody battles and fell into the cold seabed, struggling to survive.

Such an encounter and such an ending seem pretty good.

Thinking about Liangce in this way, he couldn't help but think of the words he and Yu Huaiyin said when they sat on the bamboo roof and confessed their feelings to each other. Yu Huaiyin once told him that if he had not come back from the dead in the sea of ​​fire, his life that should have belonged to Liangce would have been extremely glorious. Although the process was still unavoidable, it was truly a legend.

The only pity is that in the decisive battle with Yue Shenheng, Liangcei, who was on another life path, used a method of resurrecting the dead and lost half of his lifespan. However, the lifespan of a practitioner is longer than that of ordinary people. Just make up some of it, and you will still live a long life and be worry-free.

But now, people who have lost half their lives are thinking, what is the good book in the other story fighting for? Besides Yu Huaiyin, who else in this world is worthy of his life and death, and who else would carry a useless person like him on his back to climb this 10,000-foot peak.

A ball of warm, red light suddenly illuminated the road ahead. Yu Huaiyin turned his head slightly and realized that Liangce had lit a lamp for him.

……

The deep and silent sea of ​​suffering has returned to its former appearance. The Immortal League disciples who were ordered to guard the seaside are staring eagerly at the calm sea, hoping that the stagnant water they have guarded for two days will move, or that there will be a sound in the sea. Come out and let them know that the person you're summoning below is still alive.

But waiting can really bring uneasiness and torture to people, especially since these young disciples who were temporarily transferred from the Twelve Palaces are still very young, and time becomes particularly difficult under their sighs and frowning expressions.

"Look, something is floating up." Someone shouted excitedly, which could be heard far away in the salty sea breeze.

"It's a man!" The first Immortal League disciple who ran over turned the man lying on the shore and found that the man was already dead, with a dagger stuck in his abdomen. The face of the body was green, and he should have been in the cold She has been soaking in the sea water for a while, and she looks like a very cute girl despite her age.

"Are we waiting for her?" someone asked.