Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

Offscreen.

Ji Qi very deliberately froze the picture on the scene where Zhu Jiu was smiling in the bloody rain.

Those quiet and cool eyes seemed to be looking at people across the screen.

At that moment, the beauty of the soul transcended the soft sound and color of the body and eroded the heart.

Song Yueqing pinched Yi Yuan's arm with a cold face, causing it to hurt. Yi Yuan frowned and breathed in cold air, forcing himself to endure it.

Yi Chi couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he pushed Song Yueqing away and asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Yueqing's tears flowed from the corners of her mouth, "When the big forces were promoting the Evil Emperor, no one told me that she was so handsome!"

Yi Yuan remained silent. He could still argue about other things, but he had nothing to say about this.

The others' eyes flickered and their hearts pounded.

Don't say it, really don't say it.

"This evil emperor is truly evil!"

No wonder Jueya’s fellow disciples have been thinking about it for so many years.

What I mean is, who can withstand this?

I took another quick look at those people and found that everyone's eyes seemed to be glued to the screen and couldn't move away at all.

Ji Qi took out the roll call book and started to call the roll. "The moon is on the waxing crescent, what are you looking at?"

The moon is cold to the bone, untainted by the mundane world. "Look at my sister's body."

"Oh, yeah."

Ji Qi spoke in a roundabout way and asked the other people in a particularly sly manner.

Mo Huai Zun is as steady as Mount Tai.

"I was just thinking that such a genius must have been an amazing person when he was alive, but he died in such a small place where no one cared about him before he could become well-known to the world."

Chu Yi said indifferently, "See if Zhiyi is killed by the backlash of the sword embryo."

Wen Rense laughed: "The scar on Zhiyi's face has somewhat affected his appearance. I guess someone like Zhu Jiu wouldn't like him very much."

Cang Jie's sleeves were blown up by the wind, fluttering gently, and the bitter flowers began to bloom one after another around him.

He smiled, "Seeing that Third Senior Brother is doing well, I am very happy."

Finally, there is Feng Zhiyi, the person who was “kept by the big boss”.

He stood straight, holding the umbrella calmly, "This time, it was indeed thanks to her help."

Ji Qi's voice was soft but sharp: "Why are you stuttering?"

"..."

A look of embarrassment flashed across Feng Zhiyiqingzheng's eyes. He could no longer withstand the gazes from the people around him, and retreated back under the umbrella again.

Can't see him, can't see him, can't see him...

Ji Qi spat out the melon seed shells, smiled evilly, and said, "You little bastards, a bunch of noobs."

Everyone was watching the excitement with indifference, when they suddenly heard Ji Qi ask, "Who said that Zhu Jiu hated Jia Lan?"

"Now you see clearly, does she really want to hate those idiots?"

Everyone was as quiet as a chicken: "..."

Of course, are ants also worthy of hatred? Usually they are stepped on and killed on the spot.

But then again, with such domineering original sword energy and rare flying sword technique, who was this Zhu Jiu in his previous life?

There was no such person in the world of cultivation six hundred years ago?

Thinking of the former, they subconsciously thought of the Wuji Lingzu, and then they all shook their heads in horror.

One is the Taoist ancestor who saves all living beings in the underworld, and the other is the evil emperor who has done all kinds of evil things. There is no way they can have any connection.

Besides, the Spirit Ancestor had already passed away 50,000 years ago.

After thinking it over, everyone could only agree with Mo Huaizun's statement.

Presumably, Zhu Jiu either had the ability to comprehend the sword skills due to his natural talent, or he had accidentally inherited the relics left by his spiritual ancestor.

Then he died on the spot at a young age, before he became famous.

No matter what one says, it cannot conceal the extraordinary streak of Zhu Jiu, who is only at the foundation-building stage but can crush the Nascent Soul stage.

Thinking of this, everyone subconsciously looked at Yi Chi, who was also a genius.

I saw this person looking at Zhu Jiu's face on the screen, thinking deeply about something.

Many young geniuses of the same generation felt the same way, and their hearts were chilled. Who said there were no evildoers in this era? Just as the Evil Emperor passed away, Yi Chi appeared again!

I finally understood what that arrogant old man said at the Tianling Auction.

With them in our time, how can others have a chance to come forward!!!

They are so difficult!

Ji Qi asked Yi Chi in a soft and cute way: "Beautiful Yi Chi, what are you looking at?"

Everyone is indignant at the kid with these two faces, what a double standard!

Yi Chi came back to his senses and smiled shyly, "Nothing, this girl is pretty."

She was thinking as she spoke, was she always pretending to be this way?

On the other hand, in order to stop the evil emperor from confusing everyone again, Xi Lingyi said that she had something to say.

"The Evil Emperor has the ability to save people, but he watched these people seriously injured and dying before he took action. Isn't it because he wants them to be grateful to him after they are rescued from desperate situations?"

"Don't you want to show how talented you are by stepping on these people?"

Everyone was suddenly awakened from their trance. Wasn't their reaction exactly what the Evil Emperor wanted?

Suddenly I felt disgusted.

"What a sinister evil emperor! He is essentially selfish and will do anything to achieve his goals!"

Ji Qi wanted to laugh, and Chi Li also wanted to laugh, but Feng Zhiyi spoke first with embarrassment, saying for the third time, "That's not the case..."

Everyone was choked: "..."

Sword Immortal, sometimes I really hate the way you talk.

……

within the screen.

The monsters retreated like frightened rats, fearing that they would be the last one.

A monkey with a broken arm forgot to pick up his arm and turned back in a panic. He saw his arm at the feet of the killer and was immediately frightened.

After weighing it over and over again, he was about to give up, but then he saw the Great Killer point his toes and the arm flew over.

The armless monkey jumped up in surprise to catch it, bowed repeatedly, and then retreated with the group of monsters.

It wiped its tears while running, Woohoo, the Great Killer is so awesome!

In the blink of an eye, only a group of confused people were left standing there.

No, wasn’t he dreaming just now?

When this group of people finally reacted, they looked at Zhu Jiu holding the blood-stained umbrella with fear and confusion in their eyes.

They finally realized one thing: this sickly guy at the peak of the foundation-building stage who coughed at the slightest smell of fishy wind was just the big boss playing a role.

And they just formed a group to curse not long ago.

"..."

Life is so beautiful, but I light incense and sing opera at the grave in the middle of the night.

Zhang Jiji thought again of his previous pretentious attitude in front of the other party, and he felt like he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Feng Qingjue was quite knowledgeable. He recognized it, his eyes trembling with excitement, "It's actually the origin of sword energy! Or it's flying sword technique!"

These two things appear in one person at the same time. Even those of them who have almost no contact with the outside world know what kind of top genius this is.

Everyone was shocked and pretended to be dead and silent.

Some people failed to see the situation clearly and thought that although Zhu Jiu was strong, he should be very kind towards humans, and would have no complaints about being banned from entering the city like before.

So he couldn't help but complain quietly.

"If you are so powerful, why didn't you take action earlier, instead of letting us get hurt so badly?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hurriedly grabbed by the person next to him.

But Zhu Jiu heard it, and also saw the questioning and resentful looks that everyone gave her.

She held the handle of the umbrella and smiled indifferently, her heart calm and without any emotion, and with that face, she looked like she had no temper at all.

Everyone felt relieved and naturally waited for her to explain patiently.

Zhu Jiu's voice was cool and soft, and it sounded particularly good when mixed with the rain.

"Nothing else, mainly I want to see you get beaten up."

"You guys are always yelling at me, it makes me very annoyed, but seeing you injured, bleeding and dying, I feel relieved."

"..."

"???"

The words were so different from what they expected that everyone suspected they had heard wrong, and they were all stunned.

After he reacted, he felt a little annoyed, but when he looked up, he met Zhu Jiu's cold eyes with a smile.

"I have a bad temper. If I'm unhappy, everyone will be unhappy."

"Everyone, will the dog still bark in the future?"

The bloodstains on the umbrella were washed away, and when the crimson at the end fell, it reflected Zhu Jiuyou's deep and calm eyes.

A little bit of red light, just like the beauty of the umbrella in her hand when she turned back just now.

For a moment, everyone felt a chill in their hearts and broke out in cold sweats.

What kind of person is Zhu Jiu? Do they really know him?

What gave them the illusion that she had a gentle personality?

In fear, he finally didn't dare to fart, but couldn't help looking at Feng Zhiyi, screaming wildly in his heart.

Young City Lord, look at your sweetheart, he is so cruel and terrifying!

Feng Zhiyi, however, covered his chest in pain while laughing. His laugh was clean and bright, and his eyes were full of ardent admiration for her. He spat out blood while talking.

“Zhu Jiu Zhu Jiu, Gululu… cough cough cough, you are so amazing!”

"I, I'm so happy... ahem."

“Puff——” Then a mouthful of blood mixed with broken internal organs spurted out, and the body fell backwards to the ground.

If it were played in slow motion, it would also be a beautiful scene of the fall of a young genius.

Everyone: "..."

After being speechless for a moment, he was shocked to find that the person he was not looking at was their young city lord!

He was suddenly extremely anxious. He wanted to reach out to take it, to feed it elixir and send it spiritual power, but he was forced by the violent sword force and could not get any closer.

The sword embryo was on the verge of being completely out of control. By then, the sword shadow would not only be compressed around Feng Zhiyi, but would spread to the entire battlefield, and nine out of ten people present would be killed.

But now, who can suppress Feng Zhiyi's sword embryo?

Having just escaped from the dragon's den, they fell into the tiger's den again. The new crisis made these people look desperate again.

But, there are some.

As Feng Zhiyi fell, his always clear eyes and brows were blurred by the rain. He looked at her with a smile through the heavy rain, his eyes full of longing like the wind yet letting her be free.

At the end of his life, he did not cough, nor did he suppress the blood rushing from his throat, and spoke in the most serious and clear tone.

"I like you, Zhu Jiu."

After this cry, he severed his own heart meridian.

Everyone was so frightened by this sudden change that they lost their voices, like clay statues with their pupils contracted.

Even Zhu Jiu, who had existed for tens of thousands of years, felt his heart tremble at the straightforward and clean words and gaze.

Finally, she frowned and clicked her tongue, revealing the seemingly ordinary original sword energy in her palm, which she supported towards Feng Zhiyi's back.

It also dissipated the self-destructive force in his body.