The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Rong Ling was completely insane,? All she could think about was killing.

Countless rains fell from the sky and turned into filaments, but they couldn't wash away the bloody breath flowing like rivers in the dojo.

Qionglou Yuyu,? Green tiles and carvings, all turned into nothingness in the hazy rain.

Rong Ling looked at her former fellow disciples, former friends from the sect, who fell in front of her one by one, dying with regret.

Blood dripped from the tip of her sword, and mixed into the small pit on the ground where rainwater had accumulated.

Rong Ling's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, his fingers were as white as jade, and blood overflowed between his fingers.

Among the fallen disciples, some were brothers and sisters that Rong Ling was familiar with, and some were juniors and sisters who started after her.

Rong Ling didn't know the latter, but they respected her very much - one of the few senior sister Rong Ling who ascended to immortality in the sect, these disciples all took her as a role model.

But today, they died under the hands of this senior sister.

Originally, the [-]th anniversary celebration of the sect should have been a scene of joy and joy, but now it has turned into an endless hell.

Rong Ling, who was invited here, never expected that things would turn out like this.

Just when she was in a daze, the disciple who had fallen staggered up again in the formation emitting a faint blue light, and attacked Rong Ling.

Rong Ling has lived for thousands of years, and has never seen such a bizarre formation.

It was fine at first, but as soon as Shen Shi arrived, this strange formation suddenly appeared in the dojo where people were coming and going.

Except for Rong Ling, everyone else walked towards the center of the formation in a daze as if they had lost their bewitchment.

Sensing the vision, Rong Ling reached out to stop the senior sister who was closest to him.

It's just this block, but the senior sister attacked her instead.

Rong Ling blocked it easily, but the action of retaliation attracted the attention of others, and they all attacked her instead.

She knew in her heart that these people must have been under some kind of sorcery, and she just used her magic power to stun everyone.

It's a pity that his spell has lost its effect, and his fellow disciple who turned into a puppet is like a walking corpse, attacking Rong Ling numbly.

Even if Rong Ling's mana was above everyone else, it would be difficult to subdue them without hurting them.

The sword has no eyes, and even though she tried her best to be careful, she still accidentally injured one of her fellow disciples.

This instead made them attack Rong Ling even more recklessly. If it was just one person, it would be fine, but it would be difficult for Rong Ling, who had become a god, to deal with hundreds of disciples.

Rong Ling has always been unwilling to give in, but he also knows that the current situation cannot be resolved by himself.

She had no choice but to grit her teeth and sent a sound transmission talisman to Feng Xihui for help.

All the other gods in the heavens disdain to be with her, a god cultivated from a demon, and the only person Rong Ling can turn to for help is Feng Xihui.

Even not long ago, I had only gotten angry with Feng Xihui because of some quarrels.

The news of asking for help spread, Rong Ling has been holding on and waiting.

But she waited from Shenshi until the daylight in the sky gradually faded, and it began to rain lightly in the blue clouds, but Feng Xihui didn't come, let alone any reply.

When an unprecedented resentment arose in Rong Ling's heart, in order to attack her, a disciple who was completely infatuated bumped into the tip of her sword in a daze.

Rong Ling watched the other party fall down helplessly, and the blood flowing out even aroused the desire to attack the remaining puppets.

If she doesn't fight back, she will turn into some kind of monster under the siege of these seemingly human and inhuman fellow sects.

Since there is no way to escape, the only way is to kill a bloody path.

While Rong Ling was still hesitating, those fellow disciples had already started attacking each other, like Gu worms kept in a container, vowing to fight to the death.

They howled in pain and horribly.

Some people still retain a sliver of sanity, they desperately scratch their skin with their nails, even if they bleed from scratching, they seem to be unconscious.

In front of Rong Ling, the brother who thought he was still awake seemed unable to bear the pain, so he drew out his sword and stabbed it hard into his chest.

The man who didn't have the strength to draw his sword knelt down in front of Rong Ling, "Please... please, kill me."

Rong Ling closed her eyes, and the cold light turned, and the opponent fell under her sword.

The rain didn't stop, and Rong Ling found that she couldn't escape the formation barrier, she still didn't do anything, and stayed on all night.

Until dawn the next day, these disciples turned into blurred monsters.Their skin had already begun to fester, and they were lying on the ground moaning in pain, only those who still had strength remained, still unwilling to give up thinking about attacking Rong Ling.

Can't leave, can't escape, and can't do anything.

Rong Ling had no choice, when faced with these classmates rushing towards her, a long sword reappeared in her palm...

In just one night, the dojo where the white cranes were flying in the past became a slaughterhouse full of blood.

There were screams and howls.

Rong Ling turned a deaf ear and repeated the movements of his hands numbly.

With a bang, after all the zombies fell, the hoe in Rong Ling's hand also fell to the ground.

She staggered forward two steps, and fell to her knees on the ground because of her exhaustion.

The long hair hanging down obscured the color in Rong Ling's eyes.

Bai Yelian went in without knowing it, and was a little anxious: "Host, are you okay?"

"Heh..." Rong Ling sneered at this name.

What an appropriate name, isn't she just a soul that resides in her body but is at the mercy of others?

Feng Xihui can do whatever she wants with her.

In the fantasy world, she can punish her by saying that she went mad and slaughtered her fellow disciples, and in the fantasy world, she can erase her memory.

Before that, she foolishly regarded her as someone who could be trusted.

Everything in the past, now in front of Rong Ling, is just a joke, and he is the most ridiculous fool.

If he didn't recover his memory, he should go to her now.

Rong Ling should really go to Feng Xihui, figure out everything about her and all this, and put an end to all this absurdity.

It's just that she managed to stand up while leaning on the wall, and fell to the ground again because of exhaustion.

This time Rong Ling couldn't get up again, her vision went dark, she closed her eyes and passed out.

"Are you awake?" When she opened her eyes again, a girl with long hair and big eyes spoke happily.

Seeing Rong Ling wake up, she hurriedly said: "We found your message on the radio, and when we arrived, you had passed out in the cabin."

Rong Ling recognized this girl, her name was Qin Ge, and she was one of Rong Ling's former teammates.

But later died on the way to the shelter base.

Rong Ling opened his mouth to speak, only to find that his throat was so dry and hoarse that he could barely utter a sound.

"Don't talk yet." Qin Ge hurriedly said, "You've been in a coma for two days and two nights, eat something to make up before we talk."

With that said, Qin Ge scooped a bowl of porridge for Rong Ling from the iron pot on the campfire.

In the last days, a bowl of hot porridge exuding temperature is a rare thing.

What's more rare is that there are minced meat and carrots in this porridge.

Rong Ling also stopped talking, she lowered her eyes and drank the porridge bit by bit.

it's beautiful……

Qin Ge couldn't help but stare dumbfounded.

The girl looked like she had just grown up, with long black hair hanging softly on her shoulders, even though her face was still stained with dust, it was hard to hide her snow-white background.

She sipped the porridge with a focused expression, as obedient as a small animal.

Qin Ge was watching in a daze, when suddenly there was a creak, and the door behind him was pushed open.

She hurriedly turned her head and smiled brightly when she saw the person coming: "Lu Cong, are you back?"

Before Bai Lucong could answer, Rong Ling, who heard the name, suddenly turned his head and looked towards the door.

A tall woman stood at the door, under the glare of the sun, her face was somewhat unclear, but Rong Ling was very familiar with Bai Lucong's apathetic aura at this moment.

Sure enough, her judgment was not wrong.

Like the previous illusions, the original Bai Lucong had disappeared and was replaced by Feng Xihui.

The disgust in Rong Ling's eyes was undisguised.

Feng Xihui walked into the room slowly. Before that, she had already noticed what happened.

Qin Ge didn't notice the tense atmosphere between the two: "This is the girl I picked up when I went out the day before yesterday. She was not injured, but a little weak."

This is to prove that Rong Ling has no possibility of mutating into a zombie.

Qin Ge looked at Rong Ling again: "By the way, I haven't had time to ask your name yet?"

"Her name is Rong Ling..." Before Rong Ling could speak, Feng Xihui had already answered for her.

"You know each other?" Qin Ge's face was full of surprise.

"Not only do we know each other, but we also know each other very well." Rong Ling put down his clean bowl and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

When she said this, she still had a hint of mockery on her face.

Qin Ge finally realized that something was wrong. Just as she was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, Feng Xihui had already said, "Can I trouble you to go out first? I have something to talk to her about."

"Oh..." Qin Ge nodded repeatedly, "Okay..."

She picked up the bowl that Rong Ling had used and walked out.

Before leaving, Qin Ge thoughtfully escorted them to the door.

Feng Xihui walked up to Rong Ling, and his tone was as gentle as the previous illusion: "Are you feeling better?"

Rong Ling snorted lightly, and didn't care about Feng Xihui's false concern: "Feng Shangshen is really in a good mood, and he still doesn't forget to act."

Feng Xihui frowned slightly: "I didn't..."

"Enough!" Rong Ling interrupted her impatiently, "Feng Xihui, your posturing is really disgusting."

Even if she didn't like this sentence, Feng Xihui didn't get angry with Rong Ling. She stopped in front of the bed and lowered her eyes: "You are just right now, not easy to get angry."

Rong Ling was taken aback by these words, and then she sneered: "Feng Shangshen really has great love in his heart, knowing that I wish I could kill you now, but I still have time to care about these things."

"You want to kill me?" Feng Xihui's pitch-black eyes were as thick as ink that could not be melted.

She tilted her head to confirm that the murderous intent in Rong Ling's eyes was undisguised.

Feng Xihui pursed her lips, and grabbed Rong Ling's clenched hand.

Even if Rong Ling wanted to resist, his body, which hadn't recovered its strength in time, couldn't withstand Feng Xihui's movements at all.

Feng Xihui grabbed Rong Ling's wrist with one hand, and transformed into a dagger.

She stuffed the dagger into Rong Ling's palm.

Long eyelashes covered the brilliance in Feng Xihui's eyes: "Since you want to kill, then kill."