I've Led the Villain Astray, How Do I Fix It?

"Master... are we... are we going to die?" The red-clothed boy grabbed the corner of the master's clothes tightly. The magic circle formed by the 81 Dinghai pillars is the basis for them to arrange the transmission channel. The formation collapsed, and all of them would fall on the sea.

With the cultivation base of these technical geeks, it is not enough to be unable to fly with the sword, but the problem is... Now that the battle outside the magic circle is fierce, the aftermath of the battle between countless Nascent Soul monks is enough to completely destroy them. Without the protection of the magic circle, unless you are lucky enough to have a chance to escape from the battlefield where dozens of Nascent Soul monks are fighting, otherwise you will die.

The boy in red was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he followed his master to study the magic circle behind closed doors in the Liuguang Sect. He had never seen such a fierce battle.

Seeing the brilliant 'fireworks' bursting continuously on the defensive circle that was struggling to support, and some strange 'remnants' falling from the sky with dripping blood from time to time, it almost scared him to death up.

The bearded man smiled wryly and patted the young man in red: "Now the development of the matter has completely exceeded our ability. Whether we can survive or not depends on whether someone can save this dharma... array!!!!"

The bearded man hadn't finished speaking, but his eyeballs protruded suddenly, and his mouth opened wide, as if he had seen something incredible.

The young man in red was terrified by the cut-off of the master's senior, with tears in the corners of his eyes, ready to bravely face his own 'death', but the next second, the master had an overly frightened expression, and even the young man in red choked. There, the expressions were tangled together, looking very ridiculous.

"Master?" The young man in red gently tugged at the sleeve of the master.

The bearded man rolled his eyes stiffly, looked at the boy in red, blinked, then looked behind the boy in red, his lips trembling: "Apprentice... come out and see the gods..."

The boy in red: ...

He followed the master's line of sight and looked over there, where Ding Haizhu in the center was located.

Since just now, monks have been surrounding Ding Haizhu to repair him, but no matter whether it is blood essence or various refining, they can only delay the time of Ding Haizhu's collapse, but it is a daydream to want to repair him.

But now, that Dinghai Zhu was wrapped in countless layers of bright red blood, and countless complicated materials were refined into juices of different colors in mid-air. With the blood essence, it merged into Dinghai Zhu, and it was constantly being repaired. A magic pattern destroyed by magic energy.

The expression on the face of the boy in red was completely stiff. He looked blankly at the countless technical geeks around him, showing such expressions one by one: =口=

They don't need to think too much about it, they must be frantically flashing a sentence: Come out and see the gods!

Who did that ball of red blood essence belong to? The young man in red naturally knew, after all, Xu Zirong just used this trick to kill the ancient elder. This is already an extremely extraordinary trick.

Unexpectedly, Xu Zirong is not only amazing in strength, but also has such profound research on the magic circle. Those technical geeks have low cultivation bases, and the energy rich in blood essence is not too much, so they can barely delay the collapse of Dinghai Zhu, but Xu Zirong Not the same, he is a real cultivator who transforms spirits. To put it a bit exaggeratedly, one drop of his blood essence is worth hundreds of Golden Core cultivators, and the blood mist formed by himself is even more pervasive, and can directly enter through every crack. Ding Haizhu inside to repair the wound.

It took about two quarters of an hour, and the blood mist transformed by Xu Zirong successfully repaired the entire Dinghai Pillar. The next activation and maintenance only need to be handed over to those technical geeks. Xu Zirong didn't even have the slightest time Wasted, turned into an adult again, staring at the group of technical geeks who were pale due to excessive blood loss.

Xu Zirong looked at the group of technical geeks, but the words he wanted to be sarcastic were held back in his mouth because of the excited expression on the other side.

Well, just take pity on them, one by one... they have lost so much essence and blood, and their cultivation has regressed. It is estimated that they will have to raise them for at least three to five years before they can come back in today's battle. They rub salt in their wounds.

"Hmph!" Fully expressing his disdain for them with a cold snort, Xu Zirong jumped up and flew towards the place where his brother was fighting.

The technical geeks who were not salted by their wounds, but were despised by their eyes: ... ＿(:3」∠)＿

Xu Zirong flew very fast, and arrived at the outer battlefield almost in the blink of an eye.

This time, it was more than 20 Nascent Souls led by three Huashen who were in charge of attacking them, as well as a large number of Jindan monks and demons. For Liu Guangzong, who has already integrated most of the power of Xuan Yuyu and has the support of the Yaozu, it is not enough.

The three Huashen were stopped by Patriarch Qingping, Fairy Yunhe and Xu Ziyan respectively, and the rest of the Nascent Soul cultivators also fought against the Sea Monster Clan and the Liuguang Sect cultivators.

Because of the heavy loss just now, the Sea Monster Clan has been ordered by Taoist Wuchen to protect them behind them. They are all covered with blood, and the evil spirit on their faces has not disappeared, but the low-level disciples of the Liuguang Sect did not show any fear. One by one, they were very considerate and gave them pills.

The warriors of the Siren Clan suddenly seemed a little cautious. They lived in the East China Sea all year round, and they didn't have much contact with humans. Even if they did, the high-level people were responsible for negotiating with humans. This time they came out to fight, and it was the first time. When they came into direct contact with humans, those kind and friendly disciples of the Liuguang Sect left an excellent impression on them.

Of course they don't know that these disciples who are in charge of treating them are specially selected by Lord Wuchen from the sect. Not only are they good-looking, but they also have a very gentle personality—ahem, even if they are not gentle, they are still according to their master's instructions ’ I became gentle, anyway, I must let my allies feel the warmth of spring!

When Xu Zirong arrived here, Xu Ziyan happened to be slapped in the chest by the cultivator who was in charge of him.

There is also a difference between being a cultivator of the God Transformation. Xu Ziyan's enemy is a veteran cultivator of the Transformation God, and his strength is far superior to that ancient elder. He can compete with Xu Ziyan who owns the Purple Night God Thunder Occasionally it can make him suffer a little bit.

Xu Ziyan was hit once, but he dodged in time and did not suffer too much injury. This cultivator was extremely fast, which made his Thunder Spirit Arrow obviously not powerful enough when facing such an enemy.

"Brother!" As soon as he arrived, Xu Zirong saw his brother being slapped, and Xu Zirong's eyes were covered with a layer of blood mist.

"I'm fine!" Xu Ziyan shouted, but the blood at the corner of his mouth hurt Xu Zirong instantly.

My brother was injured!My brother was actually injured in front of my face! ! !

Xu Zirong's snake-spirited disease completely broke out at this moment - his eyes were filled with blood, and the dark pupils turned into a pair of terrifying blood eyes.

Xu Ziyan: Damn it!The little snake went berserk!

Silently touching his nose, Xu Ziyan retreated a certain distance decisively, and then saw Xu Zirong instantly turn into a cloud of blood mist, enveloping the cultivator who transformed himself into a blood mist.

This cultivator of transforming spirits was obviously much stronger than that ancient elder. In the very beginning, he struggled several times to break through Xu Zirong's blood mist.

It's a pity...under the blessing of the berserk state, Xu Zirong's strength is still a little bit higher than him. The monk struggled several times, but he still couldn't get out of the blood mist until his screams suddenly broke out in the blood mist. Only then did Xu Zirong change back to the prototype of a human being, and ran to his brother with a nervous expression, carefully examining his body.

"Brother, you're bleeding!" He wiped away the glaring mark on the corner of his brother's mouth, and his spiritual power traveled around his body, but he didn't find any hidden wounds.

"That's right... I accidentally bit my tongue." Xu Ziyan turned his face away in embarrassment.

Xu Zirong, who thought that his brother was seriously injured, even wanted to take down the enemy at the expense of his own blood: ...

Xu Ziyan coughed twice, and said in a rough voice: "Okay, don't waste time here, quickly deal with the remaining two!"

The blood in Xu Zirong's eyes faded, revealing an extremely weak state: "Brother...I can't do it...I have no strength..."

Xu Ziyan: ...

You just killed a cultivator who was alive and well, and now you say you have no strength?You are kidding me!

But the other party looks so weak, what can Xu Ziyan do?He thought for a while, then lowered his voice and whispered in his ear: "Don't make trouble... It's a big deal. After I solve them, I'll show you that dress..."

Xu Zirong's eyes lit up, he grasped his brother's hand, and asked seriously: "Really?"

Xu Ziyan burst into tears in his heart, but for the sake of the overall situation, he still nodded with humiliation.

Xu Zirong's spirit was shaken, and he immediately recovered from his weak state to his peak state. He jumped up from his brother's arms, and fiercely threw himself at the other two cultivators, muttering: "Hurry up and get rid of you, occupying brother and brother My intimate time was unforgivable!"

Xu Ziyan: ...

Every time I have to rely on fun play to seduce myself, who is a little snake, I am drunk just thinking about it...

Under Xu Ziyan's 'encouragement' (??), Xu Zirong felt as if he had been given blood, and cooperated with Patriarch Qingping and Fairy Yunhe to deal with the two cultivators who had transformed into spirits.

Ancestor Qingping and Fairy Yunhe both held a very satisfied attitude towards this junior who appeared suddenly. As for saying that he broke the principle of fairness among the cultivators of Huashen?

Nonsence!Who is fair to the enemy!

If it weren't for the large number of enemies, Patriarch Qingping and Fairy Yunhe would like to besiege them together!

Obviously, the stream of Liuguangzong has always adhered to such a practical principle. As long as you win, who cares whether your enemy dies at the hands of one person or at the hands of a group of people?

After solving those cultivators, the battle is basically over.

Ancestor Qingping and Fairy Yunhe held their own identities, so they naturally disdain to fight those low-level monks, but they don't mind letting Xu Ziyan and Xu Zirong clean them up at all.