When the villain picks up the script

"You are stubborn." The black-robed patriarch laughed back angrily. He had already swept Jingping Peak with his spiritual sense and learned that there was no one there: "It's a pity that your spineless master left you and ran away alone." gone."

These words touched Xiao Jing's inner wound, his eyes darkened, and he said coldly: "You don't want me to tell the whereabouts of Master."

"You kid, you are really loyal to him, it's a pity that you don't know what kind of a master you are!" the black-robed patriarch shouted angrily.

He was extremely angry, and there was spiritual power in his voice, and the corners of Xiao Jingzhen's lips bled directly, but Xiao Jing just wiped the corners of his lips, without saying a word.

Seeing Xiao Jing's stubbornness, the black-robed patriarch was worried that he would accidentally pinch the opponent to death, so he slowed down his strength and changed his grip to the opponent's shoulder: "Boy, your master just uses you as a pawn and throws you away when you are useless. You do these things, what is it for you, this is the first time I have seen such a ruthless master, but you are so loyal."

Xiao Jing pursed his lips and did not speak.

The black-robed patriarch sneered: "Do you really think I can't find him without you? I just don't want to waste any more effort, kid. If you are willing to speak out, I can spare your life."

"Impossible." Xiao Jing couldn't help but glanced at a place in the distance of Jingping Peak, and then he realized his mistake, and quickly turned his eyes and said: "You will never find Master."

However, what kind of person is the black-robed patriarch, and the small movements that a young disciple of the Jindan stage thinks to be concealed are absolutely clear in his eyes.

He didn't want to talk nonsense with Xiao Jing any more, he slapped Xiao Jing's chest directly, and flew in that direction without looking at Xiao Jing who was flying upside down.

It wasn't until the black-robed patriarch flew away for a long distance that Xiao Jing, who was supposed to be out of breath, crawled up from the ground in embarrassment. He coughed while clutching his chest, and blood foam kept spilling from the corners of his lips.

Fragments of the Donghua Mirror fell from his arms. The Donghua Mirror, which was supposed to be radiant, has now been broken into countless pieces.

Xiao Jing didn't even look at the fragments of the Donghua Mirror, his eyes darkened, and a weird smile rose from the corner of his mouth: "He's really right, Master, I'm really cheap, and I'm willing to let you Take advantage, you treat me differently..."

The night wind was blowing, and Jingping Peak was completely empty. Naturally, no one could answer his words.

Xiao Jing didn't expect to get an answer either, he chuckled, and forced Yufeng to chase in the direction of the black-robed patriarch.

On the other side, the black-robed patriarch chased along the direction Xiao Jing pointed, the way was dark, but with the patriarch's cultivation level, he could easily see the surrounding situation easily.

However, for some reason, it was clear that his spiritual sense could scan the surrounding scenery, but it got darker and darker as he walked, and it seemed that there was a thick fog on both sides, so he couldn't see clearly.

The black-robed patriarch immediately understood that he had joined the battle, he sneered and said: "You snake rat, you only dare to use these despicable schemes to harm people."

Wen Qinglan's chuckle came from the dense fog: "There is no way, Wen Mou dare not overestimate his abilities when dealing with the ancestor."

"You villain who deceived the master and killed the ancestors and slaughtered the same sect, do you think the sect will let you go, and other people will not question it?" The black-robed patriarch carefully searched for the source of the voice, and at the same time scolded.

Wen Qinglan smiled, and said softly: "If the deity within the Taoist sect has the final say, then naturally no one dares to step forward to question it."

The black-robed patriarch didn't speak, and he didn't need to speak anymore, because at this moment, he had already seen a black shadow hidden in a dense fog.

The black-robed patriarch sneered, concentrated his spiritual energy, and blasted directly at the black shadow.

Unexpectedly, this group of black shadows dispersed in groups, wrapping him in a thicker fog, and the black-robed patriarch knew that he had been tricked.

"Husband, please don't leave Yue'er behind." In the luxurious room, a charming woman begged while tugging at his robe.

When the black-robed patriarch became countless times younger, he looked at the woman expressionlessly, with a flash of unbearable in his eyes, but in the end he said cruelly: "I want to pursue the Dao, and there are countless resources in the Wuwei Sect. The daughter of the master of Lanyan Peak is the step I entered, if I miss it, I will have no chance, Yue'er, you understand me."

"Husband, Yue'er doesn't want to understand, please, for the sake of the child, don't go, don't go." The charming woman cried and begged.

It turned out that she was pregnant with her own flesh and blood, the black robe patriarch hesitated for a moment.

What did the black-robed patriarch do at that time? After hesitating, he threw the woman away and strode away without a second thought.

He climbed up to the youngest daughter of the master of Lanyan Peak and came to Wuwei Taoist Sect. He was talented and hardworking, and he was in the limelight for a while.

Until one day, a woman in ragged clothes and withered hair came up. The woman was dumbfounded, and she was no longer as charming and cute as before. When she saw him, tears flowed from her eyes: "Husband, do you still remember Yue'er, Yue'er hates me so much! "

When she died in front of him, she did not block his path, but only begged him to save her daughter.

The black-robed patriarch finally couldn't bear it. He followed the traces of his blood and found his daughter. However, the cute girl he had never seen before was already dead. She was sold into a brothel and committed suicide.

He killed the men who bullied his daughter, but it was too late, the inner demons had already been born, and he couldn't overcome the calamity.

As a last resort, he had no choice but to find his daughter's reincarnation, and quietly placed it at the gate of the Wuwei Dao Sect. As expected, his daughter entered the Dao Sect, and with his protection, it went smoothly.

He thought he would be able to survive the catastrophe, but his daughter died again. He failed to keep his promise to Yue'er. That kid named Wen Qinglan not only killed his daughter, but also ruined his career. Beheaded by the sword!

As soon as I thought about it, the magic thought suddenly came to life.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood emerged from the feet of the black-robed patriarch, and countless dead bones scratched at his ankles in the sticky blood.

A woman's mournful cry echoed in his ears.

"Husband, I hate you so much, I hate you so much!"

"Father, save me, save me!"

"The mandarin ducks fly, weaving double brocade, the concubine waits for the lord in front of the door, where is the lord, and I don't know where to go... How hard is the man's heart, and he makes the concubine's heart pay for running water... The autumn wind blows, empty grudges, the dead bones in the grave hide the autumn mountains .”

The clear and cold female voice sang, the ethereal voice swayed, and a white and blurred shadow floated from a distance, with bright red blood and tears on the blurred face.

Staring at the black-robed patriarch with mournful and resentful eyes: "Concubine... I hate you so much!"

The black-robed patriarch's cheek muscles were tense, and he stared at the other party with cold eyes: "You think that you can make me be enchanted by this, although the inner demon has not been eliminated, but it is not just a random illusion of the inner demon."

As the black-robed ancestor's words fell, the illusion of heart demons suddenly became turbulent, and the spiritual power on the ancestor's body was like boiling water, melting away the illusion.

The sad woman suddenly said sharply: "Husband, you don't keep your promise."

Another female voice said sharply: "Father, avenge me!"

The black-robed patriarch frowned slightly, but his face remained unmoved, and he continued to inject spiritual power. With the release of vast spiritual power, the illusion quickly disintegrated.

The black-robed patriarch stepped out of the illusion, and said with a sneer, "You rat, don't get out yet!"

But before he finished speaking, the surrounding golden light exploded, and countless spell-like papers flew up densely, surrounding the black-robed patriarch, shooting out countless sharp sword lights.

Looking carefully, the word 'competition' was vaguely written on these papers, and it was Wen Qinglan who directly used the brush calligraphy he practiced as a spell.

Although it is just a practiced character, it contains the sword intent of a monk in the distraction stage after all, and it took Wen Qinglan more than half a month to write these characters, which are still very useful.

Countless sword lights intertwined and crisscrossed, forming a shrinking sword cage, trapping the black-robed patriarch for a moment.

At this moment, a sword as cold as snow, lonely and resolute came across the sky, and directly pierced into the chest of the black-robed patriarch.

After all, the black-robed patriarch was exhausted by the illusion of the heart demon, and was trapped by the sword light cage. He didn't react at this moment, and was directly stabbed by Wen Qinglan.

The endless domineering and powerful spiritual power was sent into the body of the black-robed ancestor along Wen Qinglan's Gufeng sword.

The face of the black-robed patriarch changed drastically, his spiritual power was concentrated, and he shattered the sword light cage with all his strength, and then shook Wen Qinglan away with a wave of his hand.

In the next second, the two fought hand to hand and fought directly.

After all, the black-robed patriarch was the patriarch of the Transcending Tribulation Period. Although Wen Qinglan was only two realms away from him, the higher he went in his cultivation, the greater the gap between realms would be.

Although Wen Qinglan had the power to fight, and the black-robed patriarch had consumed his spiritual power in the early stage, and was even injured, his mind was in turmoil, but it was still very difficult to kill him.

The fight got longer and longer, and seeing Wen Qinglan showing fatigue, he was about to fall into a low position. During the fierce battle, a person suddenly broke into the battlefield, it was Xiao Jing who had been slapped by the black-robed ancestor before.

The black-robed patriarch obviously also noticed the other party, he sneered, and said sarcastically: "You are a loyal apprentice, one time is not enough, you have to come here to die a second time, after I kill you, let you master and apprentice reunite .”

Wen Qinglan put the sword in front of his chest with his backhand, blocking the attack of the black-robed patriarch. He also smiled and said, "How do you know that my good disciple is here to die."

"Stop talking nonsense, you will know when I kill you in the palm of my hand."

The black-robed patriarch looked cold and stern, the wind and cloud gathered between his hands, and a dragon soul was looming, which was the most powerful killing move.

Wen Qinglan was not afraid, at the moment of life and death when the master fought, he jumped to Xiao Jing's side and stunned Xiao Jing who was running non-stop.

However, Wen Qinglan didn't stop at all, directly pulled and pulled Xiao Jing into his arms, and sealed the other's lips before Xiao Jing could react.

A steady stream of vitality was transmitted from Xiao Jing's body to his body, and because Xiao Jing was quenched and tempered by the sky, this vitality was even bigger and purer.

Yes, after adopting Xiao Jing, Wen Qinglan discovered that Xiao Jing was able to transmit his vitality and spiritual power to another person, and it was even more pure because of his constitution.

At this time, Xiao Jing is definitely more precious than Lingshi.