Quick travel: Cannon fodder snatches away the yandere villain

Qingming took a step forward and everyone fell silent.

Raindrops fell on his body, the tiny water droplets were slightly cool but not big, and they fell densely and seemed not small at all. Qi Jinglin's clothes had been wet.

He lowered his head and shook his sleeves, his furrowed brows revealing a bit of irritation. The spiritual power lightly turned and the moisture on Qi Jinglin's body dissipated instantly. The raindrops that were originally going to fall on his shoulders turned in a strange arc and fell to the ground.

Qing Ming took the dagger handed to him by a tribe member and knelt on one knee. The people who had not shown their heads before stood up from all directions. The small street in front of the academy was full of people, and the buildings facing the street were also full of people.

Qi Jinglin glanced casually before settling his gaze on Qing Ming.

This surrounded him.

What do you want to do?

Force him?

Qi Jinglin closed his eyes and let out a long breath. No emotion could be heard in his voice. "Get out of the way."

His patience is running out.

After a busy night last night, Qi Jinglin's thoughts are still in a mess.

Qing Ming couldn't see it, or even if he saw it he wouldn't move aside. He raised the dagger in his hands high with both hands, lowered his head but spoke in a firm voice, "Please ask Immortal Lord Jing Lin to kill the demon god!"

He told the old patriarch's last words in detail to every citizen in Xiaoyao Town. Worried that they would not believe it, he captured Shaohua Immortal Lord and forced him to explain the origin of the demon god.

As for how they were able to kidnap the Immortal Lord Shaohua and obtain the ancient magical weapon, Qing Ming knew it very well.

Since the Immortal King can't do it, let him do it.

Seeing that Qi Jinglin was unmoved, Qingming took a step on his knees and said loudly again: "Please, Immortal Lord, kill the demon god!"

"Get out!" Qi Jinglin's eyes darkened, his chest heaved violently, his palms clenched into fists, the slight pain in his palms awakened his thoughts, and his low voice was like a tiger's roar, deafening and chilling.

He hated being pushed around.

Qing Ming swallowed and opened his mouth, but couldn't find his voice for a moment. Cold sweat flowed down his forehead. With the determination to die, he spoke again, "Please..."

Before he could finish his words, Qi Jinglin kicked Qing Ming on the shoulder without holding back his strength or using any spiritual power.

But Qingming’s shoulder might be broken.

Throwing down the robe in his hand, Qi Jinglin glanced at the people in front of him coldly and said in a cold voice: "Get out of the way!"

He unconsciously made way for him and looked at Qi Jinglin in fear.

They had not seen the horror of the devil, but they had witnessed Qi Jinglin's skills.

In their eyes, Qi Jinglin is now more terrifying than the devil.

After all, the devil lives in legends, and the great devil Qi Jinglin is right in front of us. Peace has lasted for too long, and those who have seen the battle between gods and devils have disappeared from this land, without even leaving behind a trace of legend.

With his back to the crowd, Qi Jinglin strode towards the academy. The constantly surging spiritual power made him frown tightly. He grabbed his collar with his hands, trying to relieve the uncomfortable feeling.

When he opened the door and didn't see Gu Jin, Qi Jinglin used his spiritual power to search for Gu Jin's breath.

No matter what the reason was last night, he promised not to deceive Gu Jin.

There was no trace of Gu Jin, but the aura of Gu Jin and Shao Hua were intertwined. Qi Jinglin turned around and looked at Qing Ming not far away, and the figure of a long sword appeared in his hand.

The sword light trembled and disappeared into the void.

Qi Jinglin raised his hand and shouted coldly, "Come!"

The dagger in Qingming's hand swept in front of Qi Jinglin, flashing a mysterious light, like a star falling to the earth.

His fingertips lightly tapped the hilt, and the sword body lengthened little by little. Spiritual power wrapped around the sword body, and the bright light flashed continuously. The sword body was extremely sharp, and the cold touch seemed to be able to cut the air.

Holding the hilt of the sword, Qi Jinglin played with it in his hand. The hilt was inlaid with gems, shining brightly, and flowing with strange spiritual power. When he swung it casually, the trajectory of the sword blade was like lightning, carrying unparalleled power, as if it could cut off all obstacles.

When he raised the sword in front of him, Qi Jinglin could clearly see the words hidden in the complicated sword patterns: "Sword to Kill Gods".

"God-killing Sword." Qi Jinglin read the words clearly, tapping the words with his fingertips, and looked at Qingming with interest, "Is this the only sword in the world that can kill the devil?"

Qing Ming looked hesitant, but nodded. "Shao Hua Immortal Lord said that only the ancient God-Slaying Sword can kill the Demon God."

He didn't know what Qi Jinglin meant.

Does taking over the Sword of God-Slaying mean that he is willing to kill the devil?

Qi Jinglin nodded, holding the God-Slaying Sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Qingming's throat, "Where's Gu Jin!"

There were screams outside, and the people in the front knelt on the ground in small groups. Qi Jinglin's eyes were filled with hostility, and the devil pattern between his eyebrows was faintly visible.

The burning sensation made him frown tightly, and a large amount of spiritual energy overflowed, constantly fighting against the evil energy in his body.

He knew that when he probed his spiritual power into Gu Jin's body that day, the evil spirit took advantage of it, but he didn't expect it to happen at this time.

Qi Jinglin gritted his teeth, and even though his body was in a mess, his wrist holding the sword remained steady.

He thought that if he was going to die one day, he would definitely die standing up, seriously injured, handsomely.

Just like he is standing here, full of perseverance.

The burning sensation between his eyebrows jumped, Qi Jinglin turned his head to look outside the courtyard wall, and his figure disappeared without a trace in a flash.

Gu Jin, who was sitting on the stone, opened his eyes, put his fingertips on his brow, and curled up a sly smile. He turned his head to look at Shao Hua, raised his hand to support his chin, and half-lying on the stone.

"Hey, can Qi Jinglin, the one you're obsessed with, recognize you?"

"Shao Hua" opened her eyes, met "Gu Jin's" probing gaze, and then slowly closed her eyes, "Aren't you very sure?"

"Gu Jin" crossed his legs, pursed his rosy lips, and sighed leisurely, "It seems that he can't recognize you, but you were obviously seducing him last night, I really can't tell whether it was you or me."

Especially when Qi Jinglin lost control, his evil spirit was actually suppressed by the young and inexperienced Gu Jin.

"Fortunately, Shaohua, a fool, has come to my door. We can try separately and see whether he chooses you or me." Hooking the black hair that fell on her shoulders, "Gu Jin" laughed in a low voice.

Seeing his face make such an expression, Shao Hua... no, it was Gu Jin, couldn't help but say, "Lord Qingxuan, you are really annoying."

“Hahahahahaha.” Qingxuan raised his head and laughed, folding his hands behind his head as if he was lost in memory. “Someone said that to me before, but it’s a pity that he died.”

It sounded like a threat, but Gu Jin saw nostalgia in his eyes.

"Do you know? You and Qi Jinglin now are very similar to him and me back then. It's a pity that I'm not so lucky, and I don't have the talent like Qi Jinglin." The envy in Qingxuan's eyes was about to overflow, and the look he gave Gu Jin was as if he was looking at another person through thousands of years.

He really tried hard.

Still failed.

You can’t fight against the laws of nature, and you can’t break the deadlock.

Qingxuan sat up from the stone and brushed off the non-existent dust on his body. "Let's go. Qi Jinglin will probably be here soon. I want to sing this play well."

He threw the scarecrow he had just tied on the ground and Qingxuan injected a stream of spiritual power into it. The scarecrow grew a physical body and had a tattoo of the Gathering Spirit Clan on its face.

"Tie us up and make him choose between the two. One of them must be killed."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure descended from the sky with fluttering clothes. Qi Jinglin held the God-Slaying Sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing at Qingxuan, his eyes filled with indifference.

"Qi Jinglin!" Qingxuan raised the corner of his mouth, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes. With his hands tied behind his back, he still bumped into Gu Jin.

Qi Jinglin frowned and looked at the two people in front of him, his heart full of confusion and vigilance.

"You!" The man in black who was transformed from a scarecrow blocked Qi Jinglin's sword and said in a serious tone, "You can only choose one of the two. Either kill the demon god or kill the immortal king."

"What do you want to do?" Qi Jinglin's voice was as cold as ice.

Is choosing one of the two options meant to make him take sides?

Kill Gu Jin and the Three Realms Team, otherwise you will be the enemy of the Three Realms.

The man in black smiled and said, "What do you think I want to do? I can't get into Xiaoyao Town now, and I can't leave. I want to have some fun, but I can't even get out. What does life or death in the Three Realms have to do with me?"

The man in black spoke louder and louder, even to the point of being hysterical and crazy.

Qi Jinglin couldn't see through the person in front of him, nor could he guess his thoughts. He tightly grasped the God-Slaying Sword and asked, "Who are you?"

"choose one!"