Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Falling mountains, lost forest.

There are eerie and weird giant trees, jagged and strange rocks everywhere, and a foul-smelling mist in the air. Even wild animals are reluctant to come here to live. Only some underground reptiles poke their heads out from time to time.Occasionally, some scavenger-eating night goblins make ugly rattling noises.

Lingbao Xianzun was dressed in ragged clothes and had a beard all over his face. He had long lost his former charm.He was hiding in the damp and narrow cave, and when he heard the cry of the night demon bird, he was startled and buried his head lower, lest he would be found by the undying peak.

Since the gods were born on the Immortal Peak 3000 years ago, the world of cultivating immortals has turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The god forbids anyone to see his face, nor to discuss his name.Everyone can only vaguely call him the master of the Immortal Peak, or the God Sovereign.

He has no emotion, no mercy, under his feet is a flame that burns all souls, and there are red pythons crawling in the flames, and beside him are countless red nirvana butterflies, covering the sky and covering the sky, covering the sky. Here, the blood stained the river red, the bones piled up into a mountain, and everything died.

This is the most terrifying and darkest period in the world of cultivating immortals. Sixty percent of sects, large and small, have been slaughtered. , regardless of wealth, regardless of cultivation level, as long as a person is targeted by the Immortal Peak, he will be uprooted and completely destroyed.

Everyone is panicked, no one knows what the Immortal Peak's criteria for choosing death are, they only know that when the beautiful red clouds appear in the sky and the butterflies of Nirvana dance, the Immortal Peak's god will descend and be killed His prey, whether they resist or surrender, whether they beg for mercy or escape, will fall into the most ruthless and terrifying hunting. Some people will fall into a desperate hell where even their souls cannot be released after death...Occasionally there will be A few fish that slipped through the net were forgiven, but they were all scared out of their wits and didn't understand why they survived.

The Shuijing Villa of Lingbao Xianzun was also slaughtered. Fortunately, he was not in the sect that day and escaped with his life.The kung fu he practiced was the magic kung fu of tortoise concealment, he was good at concealing his aura, and he had many ways to escape.Over the years, he has been hiding in Tibet, not seeing the sun, living like a mouse in the ditch, and he still made mistakes several times, and his body was severely injured. Tired and embarrassed.

He was in extreme pain, but the pursuit of Immortal Peak was unhurried, he still relied on him to struggle and escape, to fight hard, and then appeared when he thought it was safe, like a cat playing with a mouse, using a thin Hanging him on the edge of despair and luck forever, wanting to die but reluctant, wanting to live but not knowing how to live...

Lingbao Immortal Venerable couldn't help swearing, he didn't understand why he was so unlucky, he was targeted by terror, he persevered, and chased and killed him for thousands of years without letting him go.

The night devil bird uttered a terrifying cry again, as if mocking.

All the birds in the world may be the eyeliner of the Immortal Peak, as long as the birds appear, they will bring danger.

The slightly relaxed body of Lingbao Xianzun tightened up again. He quickly strengthened the defensive magic circle in the Lost Forest a few times to make the fog thicker. Anyone who gets lost in this forest will fight for time to escape.

There was a gorgeous glow in the sky, and nine beautiful Xuanming birds flew out of the glow, dragging gorgeous red tail feathers, and pulling a gorgeous golden Dharma boat. There were countless fairy birds and demon birds sitting or standing on the Dharma boat, Chongming The bird combs its feathers, the bird of paradise sings, and the cranes and peacocks dance lightly, vying to show off their feathers. With admiring eyes, they piously please the beautiful gods sitting in the heavy bead curtains. No complaints or regrets.

The French ship stopped above the Lost Forest.

The pair of delicate maidservants transformed into lovebirds carefully opened layer after layer of bead curtains, and then stood on both sides, not daring to make a sound, not daring to look directly.

Everyone in the world of cultivating immortals knows that the god on the top of immortality is extremely fond of cleanliness.

He thought the world's eyesight was too dirty, and he didn't allow anyone to look at his appearance and skin, so he plucked out his eyes after seeing it.

He thought the world's words were too dirty, so he didn't allow anyone to mention his name and title, and cut off his tongue when he said it.

For this reason, he always wears a snow-feathered cloak woven from snow bird feathers and ice silk, covering his body tightly from head to toe, not even a single hair is exposed, with white monster skins on his hands Gloves to prevent touching anything.She wears veils made of merman beads and crocodile silk on her face, overlapping one after another, covering her world-renowned beauty, and only a pair of dark golden phoenix eyes without emotion can be vaguely seen, like flames sealed by ice, abstinence Restrained to the extreme.

The birds gathered their feathers, stopped singing, and lowered their heads.

Shenjun slowly walked out of the bead curtain, and looked at the world with disgust. Even after cleaning for many years and getting rid of the dirtiest things, he still felt very uncomfortable. The air was filled with a disgusting smell. All uncomfortable.

Forget it, end the happy game.

The last prey has long been played to the brink of death, and the body and spirit are no longer worth tormenting.

He looked coldly at the Lingbao Immortal who was desperately hiding himself in the darkness, a bright flame ignited in his palm, and several beautiful butterflies of Nirvana flew out of it, opening their hands with scorching breath. With the wings of flames, it flew towards the little mouse that was hiding in the foul-smelling ditch, terrified all day long.

Immortal Master Lingbao noticed the red clouds all over the sky, saw the red butterflies rushing straight at him, and realized that the mist in the Lost Forest could not stop the danger. He struggled to activate the substitute puppet, changed the position of his body, and tried to escape again... …

But where else could he escape?Where else have you not tried it?

Lingbao Xianzun stopped in a daze, and he finally realized that there was nowhere to escape, nowhere to go...

Is this what despair feels like?

While hesitating, raging fires ignited from all directions, engulfing the entire forest and burning down all the magic circles. In the flames, giant python-like vines squirmed and burrowed into the ground, blocking the escape route. Countless red butterflies of nirvana fluttered in the air, Form the inevitable death net.

Life has come to an end, there is no need to run away.

Lingbao Xianzun actually felt relieved, like an unconscious doll, he knelt slowly on the ground, waiting to be torn into pieces and fall into a more painful hell.

The terrifying god came before him with a red butterfly.

Lingbao Xianzun raised his head, he wanted to try to beg, hoping to end this matter with death.Suddenly, he felt the dark golden phoenix eyes faintly visible in the veil, a little familiar, as if he had seen it many years ago... He thought for a while, thinking of the sects that were wiped out at the beginning , Thinking of the tragic destruction of Jinfeng Villa, thinking of Dragon and Tiger Gate, thinking of Qinghong Gate, thinking of Blood Demon Sect...

The spheres of influence of these sects are far apart, and the styles of acting are also different, but they got the same fate...

What do they have in common?

A mortal boy with the same dark golden phoenix eyes slowly emerged in the memory of Lingbao Xianzun. He was stunningly talented, beautiful and stubborn, but his bones were broken, his wings were broken, and he was dragged into the abyss of desire. It's still up to them to play and taste.They don't think it's a mistake. The slaves who spend money to play, of course have to use their bodies to serve the master and please the master...

He seems to remember that boy was given away after being tired of playing, and then his appearance was ruined by the new owner, and he went crazy.

What is the boy's name?

Lingbao Immortal Venerable said in horror: "Yue Wu..."

Before the words were finished, the gloved hand quickly stretched out and blocked his mouth severely, blocking all voices and sealing off the name that shouldn't be said.

Lingbao Xianzun understood everything and shed tears of regret. He knew his fate and dared not take chances.If, back then...

There are no ifs in the world.

The scorching flames poured in from his mouth along the hand that blocked his mouth, and burned his throat. His internal organs gradually turned into black ash, and his skin dried up, and then turned into the nutrients of the vines that came out of the ground.

After a painful death, there is no relief, and the sinful soul is drawn out and put into a special soul lamp.

Shenjun lowered his head and saw some charred ashes on the white gloves.He frowned in displeasure, and stretched out his hand to the lovebird beside him.

This pair of winged bird monsters, named Xiao Zuo and Xiao You, were born on the Kunyu tree in Linghai. They seldom contact the outside world and have a pure mind. Since the birth of the god, they have voluntarily become personal maids and serve by their side.

Xiao Zuo carefully removed the soiled gloves for him, and burned them without leaving any traces.Xiaoyou quickly took out the gold box full of clean new gloves, held it in front of Shenjun, and let him choose to replace it.

Shenjun was picky for a long time, put on his gloves again, and flew into the air.

The Blood King Vine emerged from the ground and rolled up the soul lamp.

The red glow receded, the Nirvana butterfly disappeared, and the Fachuan finally left the ruined forest.

……

Immortal Peak, outside the temple.

Shenjun carefully placed the newly retrieved soul lamp on the rock wall, and confirmed that the soul inside could continue to withstand the flames of the Immortal Peak, tormented day and night, and then used the magic circle to prohibit the soul from crying in pain without affecting the purity.

He likes to collect heinous soul lamps.

In 3000 years, the number of soul lamps has changed from two to hundreds of thousands, and all of them are placed on the rock walls. Every night, there are bright lights everywhere on the Immortal Summit, like a sea of ​​stars, which is so beautiful...

Back then at the Nine-Storied Pagoda, that person once said that the lights were beautiful and the memories were sweet.

If that person comes back and sees these lights, he will definitely like it...

They can sit in the golden building, have a good time with wine, watch the lights every night, and taste the sweet taste again.

Such a scene makes me very happy just thinking about it...

……

The golden building is called Wutong Terrace, filled with the most beautiful gemstones in the world, it is the forbidden place of Immortal Peak, and it is also the love nest he prepared for that person, and anyone who trespasses will die.

He set up twelve layers of bead curtains and countless barriers inside to block all sight and isolate the filth in the air.Incense made of medicinal herbs was burned everywhere, similar to the smell of that person, which would make his breathing a little more comfortable.

Shenjun passed through the barrier, took off his veil, took a few deep breaths of the fragrance of herbs, then took off the snow feather cloak, stepped into the bath, and washed his body carefully. Although the body of the reborn god will not have any dirt, but he will never Remember what that person said: the air is full of invisible bacteria, and it should be cleaned frequently to keep it clean.

He cleaned it very carefully.

He tortured the soul named Zhao Ye countless times, but he couldn't find the location of that strange system.So he analyzed the mission requirements, and then erased all traces of the past, letting that wrong name disappear from the world.

He wants to become the correct answer, and when that person comes back to perform the task again, he will court again and become a Taoist partner.

His current body is clean and perfect, without touching any dirty things.

He will never be a mistake again.

Shenjun stepped out of the bath, his curly black hair was wetly curling on his heels, the huge red phoenix totem spread out on his back, the long tail feathers slid over his slender waist, with extremely gorgeous beauty, he put on Dressed in a red ice silk robe, he walked slowly to the mirror, stretched out his hand, and touched the ever more coquettish and beautiful red tear mole under his left eye with disgust. The soul merged, a constant reminder of how strong and terrifying his desire was.

He has tasted top-notch delicacies, and he can no longer suppress his body's desire.

I want a sweet and soft kiss, I want those clear eyes, I want to touch the fair skin, I want to be crazily lingering, I want that person, I can't imagine it...

Every night he was tortured by desire and pain, every day he woke up surrounded by despair and loneliness, every day he wanted to die.

However, he dare not die...

He was afraid that that person would come back and find that he was not there, so he would not want him.

Such a thing is more terrible than death.

He curled up in the darkness, hugged the white pebble tightly, kissed it over and over again, and begged with sobs:

"Qingshi, I miss you..."