Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

The leader of Baihua Sect saw Tong Xiyuan standing there in a daze, with a thoughtful look on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking about. She shook her head secretly, thinking that this disciple of Xuan Zhi Dao Zun was truly extraordinary, having such a fallen master, but not being influenced by him and even remembering to care about her, a female cultivator.

After everyone gathered, the leader of Lingxiao Sect stepped forward and took out a rope and handed it to Tong Xiyuan.

This rope is a secret treasure brought by the Bi Bo Sect. It can suppress the spiritual power of the cultivators without harming Tong Xiyuan's foundation. Moreover, the more the bound person struggles, the tighter the rope will become.

But Tong Xiyuan's legs went weak when he saw this kind of thing, and he dodged in panic.

The head of the sect mistakenly thought that he was unwilling, and advised: "In order to deceive the Taoist Master, please suffer a little."

Tong Xiyuan responded and took the initiative to stretch out his hands, "Okay."

After everything was ready, Lingxiao Sect, led by all the important figures in the world of immortal cultivation, forced Tong Xiyuan, whose hands were tied tightly behind his back, to fly towards the direction of the Netherworld Palace on a sword.

Inside the Netherworld Palace, some demon cultivators discovered the actions of the righteous sect and hurried back to report.

After listening to this, Youye said worriedly: "The Palace Master is still in seclusion."

The demon cultivators became confused after hearing this, "What should we do? We can't defeat so many people."

Someone suggested, "Youye, you are the magic cultivator that the Palace Master relies on the most, go and call him out."

"Get lost," Youye stood up and kicked the demon cultivator in the chest, pointing at his own head and said, "You don't want to live, but I still want to live."

The demon cultivator got up from the ground and said, "If we don't call the Palace Master out, none of us will survive today."

"What's the matter?"

A deep and cold voice sounded from outside the main hall, and a group of demon cultivators hurriedly stood up and looked over.

They saw the Palace Master, whom they had not seen for several days, walking slowly towards them, dressed in plain white clothes, an attire they had never worn before.

Demonic cultivators: Hmm? How come this outfit is similar to that of the hypocrites of the righteous path?

But soon, they put aside this unrealistic idea, because when their hall master walked to the center of the main hall, he looked down and saw a tiny stain on the hem of his clothes. He was unhappy and changed his clothes back to their previous appearance in the blink of an eye.

The demon cultivators all breathed a sigh of relief. It was still their clean-loving palace master.

Fan He walked to the high chair in the hall and sat down. He glanced at the demon cultivators in front of him who were timid and dared not speak, and finally set his sights on You Ye and asked, "What happened?"

Youye stepped forward and reported in detail what had happened during his days of seclusion.

As Fan He listened, he inevitably thought of Tong Xiyuan, and then thought of the conversation when he merged himself in the virtual world.

He stroked his chest and smiled suddenly. There was something about the evil thoughts in his heart that was right. If a Taoist master really had the purest and kindest heart for all people in the world, how could he have such a huge evil thought?

After all, his heart had never been pure, and that was why he had been stuck for thousands of years before his ascension.

Heaven can see it more clearly than anyone else. This Xuan Zhi Dao Zun, who is admired by everyone, is actually a complete hypocrite. He is just using a layer of white to cover up the filth in his heart. He can deceive others and himself, but he cannot deceive Heaven.

He could have continued to practice hard until the end of time, until the spiritual energy of the entire immortal world was exhausted and all things withered.

But Tong Xiyuan's arrival broke all of this.

Fan He closed his eyes and thought about what he had done before, which must have caused Tong Xiyuan's disgust. He thought about it for a moment, after all, his heart of the ruthless way had been broken, and his cultivation was stagnant, so he might as well do it more thoroughly so that Tong Xiyuan would change his mind about him.

Youye had finished speaking. He glanced at Fanhe and emphasized, "Palace Master, in another stick of incense, those people will come to our door."

Last time they set up all kinds of traps in advance, but this time they didn’t, and they couldn’t stop the monks at all.

"I know." Fan He stood up, walked down the high steps step by step, and flew to the most spacious place in the Nether Palace to wait.

The demon cultivators all ran over after him, whispering to each other, "What is the Palace Master doing?"

"This is called waiting for the rabbit to come to you. Do you understand?"

"I understand. It's like catching a turtle in a jar."

……

Time passed little by little, and just when Fan He's patience was running out, the door of the Nether Palace was suddenly split open by someone, and a sound as deep as a bell seemed to come from the sky.

"Devil, come out and surrender!"

Fan He raised his eyes and looked straight in the direction where the voice came from.

A group of immortal monks came together, led by the Lingxiao Sect's head and other real people. Among them, Lu Zhihan personally grabbed a boy with his hands tied and a childish face. The boy's eyes were clear and bright, without fear or fear, and he didn't look like he was kidnapped at all.

Lu Zhihan also realized this. He coughed and whispered, "Uncle Tong, please at least pretend to be nice."

Tong Xiyuan said "oh", closed his eyes, and a trace of humiliation flashed across his face.

Lu Zhihan then gave the headmaster a look, and the headmaster cleared his throat and shouted at Fan He, "If you want to save him, you have to give up your cultivation..."

Before he finished speaking, Fan He raised his finger lightly, and a misty spiritual power flew towards Tong Xiyuan, circled around him, and the rope that bound Tong Xiyuan's hands broke.

Everyone: "..."

How did things go differently than they planned?

The leader of Lingxiao Sect glared at the leader of Bibo Sect and asked silently: Old man, didn’t you say that the rope in your family is more powerful than the rope used to tie up immortals?

The leader of the Bibo Sect smiled in extreme embarrassment.

"Everyone," Fan He glanced at the faces of these monks who were afraid after realizing the situation, and took a step forward, "I don't want to be your enemy."

As he took a step forward, the monks stepped back one after another, and then looked at each other, each one more embarrassed than the other.

The head of Lingxiao Sect calmed down and said, "Dao Zun, do you still believe this?"

A young and energetic cultivator shouted, "Aren't you the demon cultivators who killed hundreds of people in our sect?"

As soon as he said this, someone immediately echoed in a low voice, "That's right, they also imprisoned our sect leader. If Lingxiao Sect and Tong Xiyuan hadn't rescued him quickly, the sect leader would have been tortured to death long ago."

No one believed what Fan He said at this moment. They had already understood that the Taoist Master Xuan, who was worthy of their respect, was no longer the Taoist Master he used to be.

"Palace Master," You Ye said from the side, "Why listen to their nonsense? Just kill them all."

Anyway, these demon cultivators are a bunch of people who only want the world to be in chaos. Enemies or friends have nothing to do with them. They have only one purpose, which is to disrupt the world of immortal cultivators and bring disaster to everyone!