Mistakenly Saving the Villain

The demonic disease is spreading rapidly, and everyone does not know when the bad luck will come. They are confused, painful, and desperate... Many people lose their reason and judgment in despair. The object of venting.

The drums of war, which had been silent for many years, rang out again, and the beacon flames ignited the sixteen states.

The Immortal Peak has the strongest fighters, but the black hand manipulating fate has torn off its disguise, revealing a ferocious face. It no longer cares about the trajectory of fate, and has fallen into hysterical madness.

Over the years, it has already used the opportunity of "coincidence" to secretly cultivate many powerful monks who hate the Immortal Peak, and now it is even more "unfortunate" luck to befall the monks of the Immortal Peak.

The first three areas where demonization disease appeared belonged to the sphere of influence directly under the Immortal Summit.

The head of Tianhuomen was haunted by demons, and the Buddhist cultivators of Jiuxing Temple were infected with demonization. All kinds of unlucky things happened in Plum Blossom Palace, Bixia Palace, Tianji Pavilion, and Night Rain Tower...

There were also many "accidental" failures in the process of setting up the formations on Fairy Island. Mrs. Nian tenaciously led the nuns to consolidate and repair again and again. diffusion.

On the top of the Immortal Peak, there appeared heavy calamity clouds, torrential rain, countless lightning strikes, and the black monster also appeared in the clouds, with a bloody aura, destroying the defense time and time again. Formation, the Central Continent's rebels assembled into formations, cooperated with the monsters, and fought towards the Immortal Peak.

The demon cultivators of the bird tribe flew into the sky in lightning and rainstorm to face the monsters.

This is not a suitable battlefield for birds. The rain wets the wings and affects the speed. The toxin of the Nirvana Red Butterfly can't distinguish between the enemy and the friend in the heavy rain, and retreats with a cry of gold.On the ground are demon cultivators and human monks who are not good at flying. Under the cover of countless blood king vines, they use various spells and weapons to kill the enemy.

Falling rocks rolled in, and lightning appeared around him from time to time, constantly taking away lives and disrupting the situation of the battle.

With the help of talisman cultivators and craftsmen, the medical practitioners of Yaowang Valley rushed to the battlefield carrying all kinds of defensive instruments and spells to provide emergency treatment for the injured monks and send them to the rear for treatment.

Wearing a snow feather cloak and gloves, Shenjun slowly walked out of the main hall.

He summoned overwhelming phoenix flames, ignoring the lightning interference, and rolled towards the rebellious monks, engulfing them instantly.

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Bai Zihao stood on the peak, staring at the monsters in the sky and the battle situation, patiently waiting for the signal.

A golden peacock appeared in the air, and unfolded its gorgeous tail screen. There were countless golden halos on the tail screen, with the power of deterring and dispelling evil, directly piercing the monster's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he transformed into a tall male body, wearing golden armor, with long hair tied up, and his unruly expression put away, his beautiful facial features were full of fierce murderous intent.

"Hey, you ugly monster." Kong Muhua laughed and angered the monster, drew his attention, and saved a few birds that were almost killed.Then, he quickly flew up to the monster, grabbed the opponent's horns, spread his wings, channeled his divine power, and ruthlessly pushed the monster into the lake on the top of the mountain, shouting loudly: "Zihao!"

Bai Zihao unfolded his natal magic weapon and sacrificed the map of thousands of miles of ice.

A world of ice and snow fell, and the lake froze layer by layer, sealing the monsters inside.

Kong Muhua took out a huge ax in his hand, and slashed at the monster's head.

This sharp ax that splits mountains and cracks rocks, with the power to flatten mountains, cuts down on the monster's bones, and cannot enter any more.Immediately afterwards, the devilish energy spread, covering the ax shining with colorful streamers, taking away the brilliance on it, and turning it into a dull, scorched black and unsightly.Kong Muhua was shocked, and retracted the axe, only to see that the monster's wound had been covered by the demonic energy, and the flesh body was quickly repaired...

Bai Zihao transformed countless icicles and stabbed at the monster, intending to nail him into the lake.

The monster's body mutated again, his body grew rapidly, and the ice and snow barrier was crumbling and burst in an instant.

Countless sharp blades transformed from black magic energy emerged from his body, like thousands of magic swords, all piercing towards Bai Zihao.

Bai Zihao erected twelve layers of ice shields, which shattered layer by layer.

Kong Muhua stopped in front of him, using his golden tail feathers to form a defensive barrier, and received the storm-like attack.

His most cherished feathers were scorched black and fell off under the attack of demonic energy...

Kong Muhua gritted his teeth and persisted, not even taking half a step back.

No one noticed that the monster's tail had already dived into the ground, slowly extending it, hiding its breath, bypassing the blood king vines all over the ground, and approaching the god who was commanding on the cliff.Taking advantage of everyone's unpreparedness, he got out from the rock wall, and with a poisonous thorn, he stabbed viciously at this tall man.

The stinger sank into the body, and there was no trace of blood.

Shenjun lowered his head, looked at the monster, and smiled mockingly.

Countless red nirvana butterflies flew out of his body, landed directly on the monster's tail, injected countless toxins, and countless formations lit up around him, following the paralyzed poisonous thorns, entangled the monster's body, this It is the new ban formation.

The monster finally understood, and he made a strange voice: "You are him, you are not him!"

Sitting on the ground, Bai Zihao smiled so hard that his eyes crooked: "You idiot, you're so easy to lie."

The main body of the god has already left the Immortal Peak, and the person who stayed here is just a relatively powerful incarnation, deliberately showing flaws, luring monsters into the bait of the trap, and trying to seal him again.

Where is the real god?

The painful roar of the monster resounded through the sky, and the controller couldn't bear such a fool. It wanted to take the world and its destiny back into its hands at all costs.

Then, the earth shook again, lightning appeared in the clouds, and violent thunder intertwined into a web, covering the whole world.

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After the start of the new battle of subduing demons, Yue Wuhuan placed Song Qingshi in the experimental cage that had been used to imprison the filthy demon, isolated all the breath, and then secretly sent him to the basement of Yaowang Valley, where he hid.

Song Qingshi slept for several days, finally subsided from high fever, woke up, he sat up, stared blankly at Yue Wuhuan who had already turned into Mr. Yue, suddenly reached out his hand, and carefully studied those beautiful phoenix eyes .

Yue Wuhuan thought his memory overlapped, and said with a smile, "Are you sleepy? I'm not Mo Yuan now."

Song Qingshi rested his fingertips on the beautiful mole of tears, and asked softly, "Can you really see it?"

Yue Wuhuan said softly, "I can see it."

Song Qingshi slowly withdrew his hand and looked around: "Where is this?"

Yue Wuhuan said in a low voice, "The Valley of the Medicine King."

He put both the main battlefield and the traps on the top of immortality, and would rather destroy the gorgeous palace than this place with many good memories.

Song Qingshi stood up, put on his robe, and walked out slowly.

"Don't go out, the monster that An Long turned into is looking for you," Yue Wuhuan grabbed him, "You stay in this magic weapon, you can shield the prying eyes of fate... the trap I left on the Immortal Peak It was struck by lightning, and the monster escaped with the help of the mastermind, I need to move you to a safer place."

Song Qingshi looked at him quietly.

Yue Wuhuan persuaded in a low voice: "I can't find a way to kill that monster, but I can't let you get into trouble again."

Reincarnated again and again, dying again and again.

If fate wants his life and his hatred, he is willing to bear and face it.

However, he hoped that Song Qingshi would live well.

"Qingshi, you have done enough for me, give it up," Yue Wuhuan pleaded with difficulty, "As long as you are willing to give up the task, you will be able to get real relief, and you don't have to repeat this ridiculous fate with me, and you don't have to be punished." I've been dragged into the mud over and over again..."

"Mission?" Song Qingshi couldn't help laughing, "I've never been a mission person, and I never thought about what mission to do."

Yue Wuhuan was stunned, some couldn't understand.

Song Qingshi grabbed his hand and said word by word:

"Wuhuan, I recalled the memory of a thousand reincarnations..."

"Wuhuan, I live for you."

"Wuhuan, the only person I want to save is you..."

"Wuhuan, I will never give up."

"Wuhuan, this is the best opportunity..."

The earth shook again, and the sound of thunder and lightning came from the sky. It was the monster who came.

"The fate controlled by the black hand behind the scenes has been disrupted. It was out of control, and my memory was awakened... A large part of its power is attached to An... An Long. You have to kill this mutated black dragon and weaken it. Its power, save An Long." The danger came in an instant. Song Qingshi had no time to say more, so he could only focus on the key point and tell Yue Wuhuan, "You go and stop him first, Qingluan left behind enough to kill An Long weapon, I'll get it for you."

Yue Wuhuan didn't remember any relics related to weapons left by Qingluan.

He also didn't feel any strong aura of spiritual objects or magic weapons in Yaowang Valley.

However, he was willing to believe in Song Qingshi.

"Don't give up, and don't persuade me to give up," Song Qingshi ran out of the basement, turned around after running a few steps, and told him earnestly, "I have the most stubborn heart in the world. I will turn back. If you can't bear the pain and despair and give up this world, I will accompany you to ashes."

Yue Wuhuan looked at him for a long time, then smiled: "Okay."

If he fails, he can take the cleanest stone in the world and be wiped out.

How happy should this be?

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The monster in the air came with thunder and lightning, and Yue Wuhuan used the blood king vine to open a huge red net, blocking all the attacks.

Physicians in Yaowang Valley saw the monster, some were paralyzed with fright, some panicked, and more physicians were still racing against time to study demonization.

Song Qingshi ran out of the basement, followed the golden breath wandering in the air, and ran towards the only ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall of Yaowang Valley has been expanded several times. At the request of Mrs. Qingluan, every doctor who was born in Yaowang Valley will put a memorial tablet here after death, and accept the worship of future generations of apprentices...

3000 years have passed, Yaowang Valley has become the largest medical school in the world of cultivating immortals, and it trains countless doctors every year. Today, there are nearly [-] tablets in the ancestral hall, and the old black wooden tablets on the top are engraved with the names of Qingluan and Song Minghong .

Every time you save a person, you can get a merit.

Physician Yaowanggu walked in the world, directly or indirectly changed the fate of many mortals and monks, and even many people in the mortal world established the Temple of the Medicine King, grateful to worship.Today, hundreds of millions of merits and virtues are gathered on the tablets in the ancestral hall, especially on Qingluan's tablets, she alone has accumulated tens of millions of merits.

Song Qingshi stretched out his hand, and in the name of the former teacher, read the Fajue, gathered all the golden light of merit and virtue in the palm of his hand, and condensed it into a holy golden long sword.

This is the merit that Qingluan spent 3000 years collecting, and then handed over to Song Qingshi to create a weapon.

Only the brightest power in the world can kill the filthiest monster in the world.

After the golden light of merit was taken away, a beautiful and gentle young girl appeared in the ancestral hall.

This is the image of Qingluan's remnant soul.

She bowed deeply towards Song Qingshi and asked:

"Thank you, Qingshi Shenjun."

"Please bring him back..."