Quick time travel: The cold villain is acting like a baby in my arms again

Mu Ciwan was more than enough to cope with it before, but as time passed, her spiritual power continued to decrease, and the magic weapons on her body were also damaged one by one.

By the end, it was already covered in bruises.

But even so, she still stood upright, looking at the crowd standing below, her eyes were full of sarcasm, "This is the strength of your cultivation world? With such a small amount, it's no wonder that no one has ascended for tens of thousands of years."

"It's just the end of the battle, Mu Ciwan, in fact, you are not wrong, but you are wrong, but you are born with a demon, you should not come to this world."

"Amitabha, almsgiver, come back and be right."

The monk bowed, his body was not much different from Mu Ciwan's, and he was also covered in bruises, all of which were injured by Mu Ciwan, and his face still had the expression of compassion, as if he wanted to save the evil spirits.

Mu Ciwan laughed back angrily, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and with a wave of his hand, another wave of spiritual power killed the person in front of him: "One should not have come to this world, and the other has turned back. It was God who wanted me to come to this world , I chose Cultivation Immortal, no matter how I turn around, it’s just that everything I do is evil in your eyes.”

Her words are so precise that the people present will feel a little guilty at first, but in the end they can keep their faces unchanged after listening to her words.

It doesn't matter, as long as they firmly believe that what they are doing is right, no matter how much Mu Ciwan says, it will be useless.

Mu Ciwan lost his last sliver of hope, and his ten fingers fluttered to form a spirit seal, covering the crowd.

The originally clear blue sky instantly turned into a patch of crows, especially with the feeling of black clouds overwhelming the city.

"No, she wants to trap us here!"

"Everyone be careful."

"It's just a monk in the fusion stage. If you go together, you can't believe that you can't break this formation."

The head of Yun has fallen, and now the person leading the crusade is a person Mu Ciwan doesn't know, but it doesn't prevent her from being particularly disgusted with him.

After a brief glance, he withdrew his gaze and started his own business.

The viscera were disturbed so much that she felt extremely uncomfortable, and she could even feel her meridians being broken, inch by inch, like a corpse being divided into five horses.

In addition, the only magic weapon in her hand was shattered, and the coercion of the others was pressing on her. She silently swallowed the blood rushing to her throat, and used all her strength to prepare for the last stroke.

Since she is having a hard time, these people should not think about it either.

Even if it doesn't drag them all to hell, it makes them feel like dying while they're alive.

The sounds of the crusade continued, and the collision of spiritual power was no longer clear. The blood had not only overflowed from the mouth, but the eyes and ears were covered with bloodstains.

Vision has gradually begun to haze.

The last stroke was extremely difficult.

She returned to that snowy night in a daze, when she was so embarrassed that day, the master stood in front of her like a fairy descending from the mortal world, and stretched out his hand to her, allowing her to have a home and a name of her own.

Unfortunately, it still can't last long.

It also hurt the master.

Her only hope is that Master can be a hundred years old without any worries, oh no, Master is already unknown how old, she just hopes that Master can be safe and sound.

Days and nights say goodbye to each other, and Erer says goodbye late, thinking about An'an brokenly.

Up to now, she has only one expectation.

There are still the roars of those sanctimonious hypocrites in my ears.

"Look, that angel demon is going to be unable to hold on anymore. If you work harder, you will succeed in no time."

"That's great, it can be regarded as eliminating harm for the cultivation world."

"Don't be too happy, quickly control her, don't let her make the last stroke, or we will all suffer backlash!"

The corners of Mu Ciwan's mouth curled up, thinking that there are still people with knowledge who can see what the curse formation she drew is used for, even if she becomes a demon, even if it disappears, she will not let this group of people rest in peace.

Her leg was broken, and she fell to the ground, but her back was still straight and her hand was broken, so she bit the pen with her mouth, trembling, and approached the formation bit by bit, but was knocked down by a spiritual force, and the pen rolled feebly. fall to the ground.

She looked over, it was Cui Bingyan.

To be precise, it was an ancestor of their sect.

The others lowered their heads one after another, "Welcome the ancestor to leave the customs."

Apart from Qiucimu, the only immortal cultivator who has passed through the tribulation period, he has been in seclusion for 200 years, but now he is officially out of seclusion.

Mu Ciwan weakly twitched the corners of his lips, thinking that his face was really big.

Her heart was gradually stained with gray, and she used all her strength to pounce on the spiritual brush when the other party's spiritual power came, fighting desperately.

But in fact, everyone knows that this is just a useless effort.

Everyone present looked at all this indifferently.

Mu Ciwan even felt that her soul had risen into the air, but she still looked at all this indifferently, looking at her distressed appearance.

She came to this world in a state of embarrassment, but now she is about to leave in a state of embarrassment.

Then why did God want her to be born in this world?

Is it just to let her blackness set off the whiteness of others?

The expected death did not appear. Just before she fell into a coma, she saw the moon-white robe in her memory. There was a faint fragrance of elixir from her body, and a burst of bitterness poured into her nostrils. Her black hair seemed to be falling down. When it reached her face, before she even had time to see his face, before she could reach out to grab him and stop him, he disappeared in front of her.

And she also lost consciousness.

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There are not many things in the world of comprehension, but there are many mountains and rivers.

Mu Ciwan looked at his own appearance in the creek, his eyes were dazed, his fingers were clenched in the void, and there was nothing.

Her master is gone, and the person who treated her best in this world left because of her, to protect her.

Even at the last moment, she failed to see his face clearly, but he still cared about sending himself away from that place.

Everyone thought she was the one who died.

But no.

Her master is gone.

She thought that she could bear all of this by going alone, but why did the master come, she was just his apprentice, and she could take in again when the apprentice was gone, why would she take her own life because of her?

At this moment, she hated her own existence very much. Without herself, everything would not be like this. Her master would still be the glorious Nian An Xianzun, the pinnacle of strength in the cultivation world, and no one would dare to offend him .

It shouldn't be like this, it's all because of her.

Her eyes were dazed, like a body that had lost its soul. The injuries all over her body didn't distract her at all, and there seemed to be a devilish energy coming out of her whole body.

"Farewell, calm down!"

The voice in her memory brought her back to reality, she saw her own figure in the water, and seemed to see the appearance of the master in a trance.

The empty gaze gradually became firm.

They always say that she is a demon seed, a natural demon cultivator, but she insists on cultivating immortality. Let those people see that nothing is preordained.

I grabbed my light, they crushed my light, and there's a price to pay.