Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

"God? Practicing Buddhism is against the will of heaven." The middle-aged man sneered.

Taoist Panlong's pupils dilated and he stopped moving. It was unknown whether he heard what the middle-aged man said or not.

The middle-aged man shook his head, picked up the dice and blood contract on the ground, turned and walked towards the door of the gambling hall.

He walked to Qu Jiangtian, took out a pill, leaned over and put it into his mouth.

Qu Jiangtian's face was originally as pale as gold paper, but after taking the elixir, his complexion visibly recovered.

Half an hour later, Qu Jiangtian exhaled a breath of foul air.

He moved his arms back and forth, left and right, and confirmed that his injuries had healed. He stood up and bowed, saying, "It's Uncle Master Li. Thank you for saving my life!"

Li Chongdao nodded and asked, "Are you recovered?"

"Okay, this pill..." Qu Jiangtian was halfway through his words when he was suddenly slapped in the face.

Before he could react, he was hit by a huge palm. He turned around on the spot before falling to the ground.

"Do you know why you got this slap?" Li Chongdao asked.

Qu Jiangtian's eyes were filled with tears, and half of his face was swollen like a piece of Sterculia lychnophora. He whimpered for a long time but couldn't utter a word.

Li Chongdao scolded him sternly, "You are a Qi training cultivator, yet you dare to set your sights on a foundation building cultivator. If you were in the early stage of foundation building, I would praise you for your courage. But you actually skipped two levels and went straight to the middle stage of foundation building. If the other party was not afraid of your status, you would not even have a bone left."

Li Chongdao became angrier and angrier as he cursed, his chest heaving violently like a bellows.

Qu Jiangtian covered half of his face, lowered his head and whimpered, "Uncle Master, please calm down... I... I won't dare to do it again."

"It's true that you are a genius, but you are only a genius when you are alive. If you die, you are nothing!"

"Uncle Master, calm down..."

Li Chongdao cursed for a while, and when his anger had almost subsided, he took out the blood contract he had just put away and said:

"You want this blood contract to refine the ghost-head knife, right? Our Jin country's border is in danger, and we need these independent cultivators. You need to act quickly, and this matter cannot be spread out."

"Uncle Master, rest... all right!"

Qu Jiangtian smiled widely, immediately sat down cross-legged and began to refine the Blood Contract.

Outside the door of the gambling hall, there were about a thousand monks standing in a black mass. They lost consciousness when Taoist Panlong cast the spell. Everyone had bloodshot eyes and a dull look on their faces.

About half an hour later.

Among the more than one thousand monks, many gradually regained consciousness, but they all looked at Qu Jiangtian respectfully, as if waiting for orders.

After a while, Qu Jiangtian exhaled a breath of turbid air, opened his eyes and said: "Master, I have initially mastered the Blood Contract Book. The next step is to refine the Ghost Head Knife. I'll trouble you, Master."

"how long it takes?"

"It will take at least three days."

Li Chongdao frowned slightly, and after a moment's silence, he said, "Three days is too long. There are many people coming in and out of Panlong Valley. We have to rely on the dead, so we have to hurry. I'll give you two days. Whether we succeed or not, we have to leave."

Qu Jiangtian looked embarrassed, but he rolled his eyes and said immediately: "Uncle Master, rest assured, I will do my best. Among these blood slaves, there are a few who are pretty. Uncle Master, you are waiting anyway, do you want to... hehe!"

As he spoke, Qu Jiangtian had already made a gesture and pointed at the blood contract.

In the crowd, five extremely beautiful female cultivators began to tremble. They resisted instinctively, but after a struggle, four of them gave up resistance one after another.

The last one, wearing a black skirt with flowers, is Shen Chenqing.

At this moment, her beautiful face was full of pain and struggle, and all kinds of thoughts came and went in her mind.

How could I not obey my master's orders?

No, I like Master Zhao, how can this be possible!

But! How can I go against my master's wishes?

She clenched her teeth, her eyes gradually blurred, one hand supporting her head, and the other hand searching in the air.

Master Zhao, where are you?

She struggled, and the different thoughts almost drove her crazy, but she never gave up.

Finally, she grabbed a familiar arm.

She desperately grasped the last hope and begged, "Master Zhao, save me, I don't want to... please kill me! I don't want to..."

Zhao Rui’s eyes opened wide and he really wanted to do something, but in the end fear overcame everything.

How can I stop my master from doing something?

Qing'er... Qing'er... she... won't die!

I can’t beat him… The master can kill me with just one finger!

Zhao Rui stood there with veins bulging on his forehead, and did not move until Shen Chenqing finally let go.

The five female nuns walked slowly, and some of them who were weak-willed began to pose in a coquettish and seductive manner.

Li Chongdao raised his eyebrows, looking somewhat displeased. He was a foundation-building cultivator of the Zi Yang Sect. Even if he was just playing around, it couldn't be with an ordinary girl.

However, when Shen Chenqing walked up, he could no longer look away.

When you look at the beautiful woman's pretty face, her brows are deeply furrowed, and her bright eyes are full of pain and helplessness, which makes people feel pity for her.

However, there were several big holes on the ink-colored skirt that fluttered in the wind, and the jade-like skin was occasionally visible, arousing people's endless desire to destroy.

A strange feeling rose from Li Chongdao's lower abdomen, and his heart instantly became hot. He immediately changed his words of reprimand:

"You kid, instead of focusing on your cultivation, you're just thinking about these evil ways."

"Well... but it's really boring to keep waiting, so your uncle will help you again."

Li Chongdao walked forward slowly, stretched out a hand, and wanted to touch Shen Chenqing's little face.

Zhao Rui looked at all this, his heart almost bled, and countless thoughts flooded through his mind.

If I hadn't taken her away from Yan State.

Panlong Valley, why come to Panlong Valley?

I should never, ever, let Qing'er sign a contract to sell herself.

At this moment, the world in Zhao Rui's sea of ​​consciousness was turned upside down, the sun and the moon lost their light, and endless regret filled the entire world.

"Crack!" A crisp sound spread throughout the sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhao Rui spat out a mouthful of blood mist, his head felt dizzy as if filled with lead, but his thoughts were clear and no longer restricted by anything.

He was filled with rage, and he pinched the sword tree, turned the knife mountain, and transformed into countless flying swords.

In mid-air, the three swords - the hardness of gold, the fierceness of fire, and the softness of water - complement each other, carrying with them the power to destroy the world and stirring up the wind and clouds.

"Kill!" Zhao Rui's eyes were firm.

Countless flying swords fell like meteors, heading straight for Li Chongdao and Qu Jiangtian.

Qu Jiangtian panicked and hurriedly said, "Please ask the Golden Armor God to protect me!"

Li Chongdao was surprised, but he was not in a hurry. When the flying sword was halfway, he said, "Please ask Master Lu to break the spell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a green shadow with a long sword on his back appeared in front of him.

The green shadow rolled up his sleeves, and countless flying swords immediately shrank, eventually becoming the size of pine needles and disappearing into his sleeves.

Then, the green shadow slowly raised his right hand and grabbed Zhao Rui out of thin air.

A powerful will came over him, and the flying sword behind Zhao Rui struggled for a moment before flying up uncontrollably.

The flying sword trembled in the air, sometimes moving forward, sometimes moving backward, putting up a tenacious resistance, but in the end it still flew towards the phantom with a whoosh.

Zhao Rui spat out a mouthful of blood. No matter how hard he tried, he could no longer feel the existence of the flying sword.

"You have some skills, but not good enough. If you can enter the foundation-building stage, you will be stronger than Panlong Taoist." Li Chongdao sneered.

Seeing Zhao Rui injured, Shen Chenqing burst into tears and choked up, "No, no..."

Zhao Rui looked ashen, staring at Shen Chenqing, and murmured, "I'm sorry, I didn't have the courage to take action before..."