Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

Ling Jiuxuan looked at Cheng Yan, and the man was beside him, but the distance between them was infinitely farther away.

The words "I am willing" blocked him to death. He didn't pretend to be good for him, but he did it for him everywhere.

He has never understood this person, they are enemies, enemies with two lives separated!

All the good things to him are ridiculous.

However, he couldn't remain unmoved, so whenever this kind of emotion occurred, another sense of guilt would spread throughout his body.

Those morals, ethics, good and evil, right and wrong, are always on my mind, and then blurred in a certain moment.

Cheng Yan stared at Ling Jiuxuan, not knowing what to do for a moment.

The emotions in those eyes looked extremely terrifying, the contradictions and entanglements hidden in the darkness spread and formed a big net, making him struggle in the whirlpool all the time.

'This damn plot. '

Ling Jiuxuan clenched his fists, then turned around, manipulated the Taixu Pen without saying a word, and forcibly opened the secret realm.

It was only after entering the Taixu pen with spiritual consciousness that it discovered that the mark of Taixu pen's recognition of the master had already been erased, and it was in a state of no owner.

Ling Jiuxuan lowered his eyes, put them away, and strode into the secret realm.

Cheng Yan followed behind him, looking at the secret realm as he walked.

The Bone Secret Realm was created by a great master in the ancient Mahayana period. Two months ago, the Bone Secret Realm was opened to the public, and the original owner came in for a walk and took out the treasures suitable for Ling Jiuxuan.

This great man cultivated the Dao of Killing Life. In the secret realm, corpses and fierce murderous aura could be seen everywhere. At that time, many people came in, but few walked out in the end.

The way of killing is not tolerated by the law of heaven. This person fell from the catastrophe, and when he was about to die, he used his last strength to cast a curse that did not require human life but was extremely tormenting.

Without exception, all the people who walked out alive, like the original owner, fell under the spell of the owner.

The entrance Ling Jiuxuan found was another one. With the Taixu Pen, it doesn't matter where he enters from.

The secret realm of corpses was cold and dark, full of deadly murderous aura, and a murderous aura flashed in front of him from time to time, but they were all blocked by Ling Jiuxuan in front of him.

Ling Jiuxuan's steps are very purposeful, he seems to know where to go.

Cheng Yan rummaged through the memory left by the original owner. It should be a technique similar to tracking records. He was looking for the original owner's things.

What is the original owner missing here?

The wind howled along the way, but there was no real danger.

Ling Jiuxuan stopped suddenly, and Cheng Yan also stopped, following his line of sight.

There seems to be a wooden brown thing among the bones all over the floor.

Suddenly, the thing flashed, and Ling Jiuxuan took it into his hands.

Cheng Yan was shocked, it was fate.

The fate card was only in half, and the word "Cheng" engraved on the top was upright, and there was still Cheng Yan's aura.

Ling Jiuxuan's mind suddenly went blank, and the hand holding the fate card turned white with force.

Cheng Yan... is dead?

died? !

Ling Jiuxuan's hands trembled uncontrollably, trying to use his brain to tell himself that it was impossible, the sharp corner of the fate card pierced his palm, and the life card was stained with blood.

The tingling pain brought his consciousness back to reality, and he stared at the word "Cheng".

A flame burned up the surrounding bones and weeds, revealing the lower half of the life card in the corner.

Ling Jiuxuan took the palm of his hand, and the word "acting" in the same font came into view, and he suddenly smiled.

The laughter was deep and suppressed, intermittent.

The fire spread, and the flames illuminated him.

Ling Jiuxuan turned around, clasped Cheng Yan's neck, and asked harshly, "Who are you?"

It was only then that Cheng Yan realized that his eyes were red, and hatred was intertwined with countless complex emotions, like a turbulent deep sea vortex, and like an extinguished candle.

"I am Cheng Yan." He said with difficulty.

"You took his body?" The strength in Ling Jiuxuan's hand tightened uncontrollably, almost breaking his neck.

Seeing that Cheng Yan was about to die at any moment, he threw him violently.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Cheng Yan fell to the ground and coughed fiercely. Before he could get up, the person in front of him walked up to him step by step.

The tall man seemed to come from hell, and the flames devoured everywhere he went, and finally surrounded Cheng Yan in a circle, roasting him in the heat.

Cheng Yan opened his eyes with difficulty in the firelight, looking at the man who looked like a devil, his heart frantically swiped the screen.

'So handsome, so handsome, so handsome! '

'Ling Jiuxuan, you are so handsome! '

'Can you take a picture and record it! '

Ling Jiuxuan paused, looked down at him, and said in a cold and impatient voice, "You only have one chance, say it."

The villain in Cheng Yan's heart clapped his hands, he was so handsome.

He got up from the ground, stood in the circle of flames, and spoke leisurely.

"I'm Cheng Yan. When I entered this body, the original soul had already dissipated, and it wasn't a seizure.

But I saw part of his memory, first, entering this secret realm was his personal wish, and second, losing to you was his plan early in the morning.

You are the killer he personally cultivated, and the target of the mission is himself. "

"Nonsense!" Ling Jiuxuan's first reaction was not to believe such absurd remarks.

Even if it is to treat him like a cauldron, or even just to humiliate him, it is a thousand times more real than this answer!

Cheng Yan never explained why he killed his parents back then, let his hatred grow wildly, cultivated him, trained him, was it to make him strong and heartless enough to kill him with his own hands? !

what is this?

"Would you still tell me that there was something else behind the murder of my parents, so that I could live in regret for the rest of my life?"

There was a smile in Ling Jiuxuan's words, but the air around him became colder and colder.

Cheng Yan raised his eyebrows, "It really makes you guess half right." '

Ling Jiuxuan's complexion changed, and his veins bulged, "What did you say?"

Cheng Yan was puzzled, 'Did I say something? '

"Back then, Su Shanqing and Ling Xiao organized monks from various sects to encircle and snatch the Taixu pen during Cheng Yan's crossing robbery in order to open the Cangdu border. Cheng Yan was seriously injured and fled.

This is the cause and effect, if you don't believe it, just ask an old guy from a big sect. "

Cheng Yan told the truth and did not defend anyone.

Ling Jiuxuan digested his words over and over again in his heart, and his calm words turned into fine knives, which were not fatal to his body, but miserable.

After searching for the answer for thousands of years, it turned out to be like this.

Those days and nights of cultivating hard out of hatred have become a joke.

His parents taught him since he was a child that there is no absolute right or wrong, and he is more aware of the law of the jungle and the cycle of cause and effect.

Now that there is such a cause and effect, how can he deal with himself?

The automatic announcement of the blackening value sounded in Cheng Yan's ear.

"Blackening value 90%... 50%... 70%."

"The blackening value is 30%...the blackening value is 60%."

Ling Jiuxuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and suddenly waved Cheng Yan out of the Bone Secret Realm.

The picture in Cheng Yan's field of vision kept receding, and the boundaries were blurred. There was only one person standing in the middle of the darkness, which was extremely clear.

He merged with the dead air, like a deflated balloon, left in the darkness of no one.