Teach you to kill the protagonist

—— Lingyou

Lin Jue died, and the plan of the evil way to invade the righteous way ended with such a dramatic result. Many people did not believe that the demon king, who had been planning for many years, would die under the sword of Lingyou, but until the righteous way defeated the army of the evil way, until the magic energy leaked out. All the places were suppressed and sealed one by one, and Lin Jue never appeared again.

However, the Wuji Dao Sect, which was once the first to be occupied by the Demonic Dao and its reputation dropped, climbed to the top again because the young sect beheaded the Demon Lord. Daozong was executed the most severe punishment in front of everyone up and down.

The biggest training ground of the Wuji Taoist Sect was already crowded with people. The disciples wearing uniform blue-striped white shirts looked excited or upset or calm or sarcastic, and all their eyes fell on the person kneeling in the center of the square.

The man was dressed in dark blue robes, he looked majestic and handsome, but at this moment he was kneeling on the cold stone ground in a state of embarrassment, allowing another person to take a whip and whip him on the back again and again.

The whole body of the whip was pitch black, and it was covered with streaks of blue-purple lightning. Every time it fell, it would tear open a wound several inches deep in the body of the person who received it.

Blood soaked his robe, and a few small pools of blood gradually formed on the originally clean stone ground.

Lingyou panted slightly, sweat trickling down his temples.

Another whip came down, and his straightened back was forced to hunched down again, and he had to prop up his knees on the ground with his hands to straighten his body again.

The movement of the executioner behind him didn't stop at all, he still swiped two whips at an unhurried speed, the criss-crossing whip marks intertwined into dense spider webs on Lingyou's back, tearing his robe into pieces, Tortured his flesh until it was dripping with blood.

Lingyou still knelt up straight, his face was tense, and his gaze was always looking straight ahead, with unbearable pain in it.

The respectful and respectful juniors in front of him in the past stood in a circle at a distance. Uncle Mu, who had supported him since he was a child, turned his head to the side, unable to bear to see him suffer anymore. Some showed unbearable faces, and some were expressionless; the master who taught him to practice magic stood behind him and personally executed the sentence.

In fact, Lingyou was already numb from the pain, and his own aura spontaneously rushed to his back to form a protective light, but was scattered by the whip the next moment.

"You know what's wrong?"

"Disciple knows what's wrong."

"Are you guilty?"

"The disciple is guilty."

"What's wrong?"

"The disciple made a mistake. He didn't know people clearly. He lured wolves into the house, and almost harmed the millennium inheritance of the sect."

"Where is the crime?"

"The disciple is guilty, he shouldn't..."

Snapped!As soon as the whip fell, Lingyou coughed up a mouthful of blood. He trembled all over, his pale and bloodless hands grasped the slight bumps of the stone slab on the ground, slowly propped up his heavy body, and slowly knelt on the spot straight.

"The disciple is guilty. You shouldn't... you shouldn't have delusional thoughts, you shouldn't commit crimes knowingly, you shouldn't move..."

Before finishing this sentence, he couldn't hold it anymore, his eyes closed heavily, and his whole figure fell heavily to the ground like a puppet out of control.

The rough stone slabs scratched his skin, and his sweat-drenched hair was scattered messily on the ground. His exposed side face looked pale and haggard under the light, so thin that he almost lost his shape.

However, the person who executed him would not let him go just because he fell unconscious, the whip still slammed on him again and again, blood spattered, ruthless...

Many, many years later, Wuji Daozong came out with a great Dao protector. This man was full of hair, but his face was very young and handsome. Collect fine wine from all over the world.

Someone once asked him, since he doesn't like to drink, why he likes collecting good wine so much.

He replied, saving it for someone who might never have existed, and also to...remind himself...

remind myself?Remind yourself of what?Nobody knows.

——Ni Cangluo (Hibiscus)

Xuhua Valley, Jingyoutan.

The Taoist priest with white hair and white clothes was meditating by the pool. When he opened his eyes at a certain moment, he saw a bright and moving figure in red clothes reflected in the clear water of the pool.

"What are you doing here?" Ling You said.

"Of course...to take your life!" As soon as Ni Cangluo finished speaking, he slammed his palm towards Lingyou...

Half an hour later, the originally peaceful and beautiful Xuhua Valley was destroyed by the aftermath of the fighting. Ni Cangluo stared at the Taoist opposite, but his body fell limp to the ground uncontrollably.

"From a hundred years ago to now, you have assassinated me eighteen times. You clearly know that you are not my opponent, so why are you still stubborn?"

"Hehe, why? Naturally, to avenge the Lord!" Ni Cangluo spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at him resentfully.

Hearing that person, Lingyou's eyelids twitched, and he said in a moment: "That person has been dead for so long, and now even the devil world has few people who remember him, why are you still so persistent? Wouldn't it be better to leave freely? ?”

"Of course not!" Ni Cangluo spat, and was about to say something when a suffocating pain suddenly came from her heart. She clutched the clothes on her chest tightly, the veins on her forehead were bulging, but her eyes showed panic. She looked pale, and hurriedly called out: "A Jin, A Jin... who is it? Who is it!"

However, she was doomed not to know the answer, her eyes went black for a while, she opened her eyes wide, as if she wanted to see through a certain point in the void, to see who killed her A Jin, but in the end she could only hang down powerlessly. head, and let his black hair be covered with dust and mud...

In another place, Wei Mao sneered and kicked the seriously injured Hibiscus into the volcanic magma. When it fell, the dark red clothes were blown up by the wind, like a flower blooming in the wind, and the next moment, it was ruthlessly engulfed by the flames...

Many years ago, hibiscus and Ni Cangluo were just ordinary hibiscus flowers with twin pedicles in the world. They lived together and shared the same heart.

After transforming into human form, they have the same appearance and the same mind, and they can get twice the result with half the effort when practicing, far surpassing other monsters who have transformed at the same time. Therefore, they stand out among the demon spirits enlightened by the Demon Lord's Lin Jue, and are selected by him. .

They are grateful for Lin Jue, because without him, they would not know if they would have the opportunity to transform into a human form, and they would not know that there are many beautiful things in the world, they would not be able to see the wonderful world of self-cultivation, and they would not understand the bitterness of the world Sweet and spicy.

But if there is no Lin Jue, they will still be two ignorant hibiscus flowers in the mortal world, ignorant of the world, just quietly blooming in a corner, without having to experience life and death, without having to go through killing and cutting, carefree, sad and happy ...