The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

The glazed pagoda has sharp edges and corners, and it hurts the flesh in the palm of the hand, but Rong Ling has not put it in the Qiankun bag for a long time.

She went away against the wind, overlooking the rivers, mountains, and countless green trees, and finally came to a familiar place - her former teacher.

The dojo where disciples of the sect gathered in the past was completely stained with blood after that massacre, and after several heavy rains, the blood was washed away, revealing the original White Jade Terrace.

It's just that those who died in it never came back.

In the huge sect, there was no sound, so quiet that only the sound of own footsteps and breathing could be heard.

Bypassing the ashram and following a rugged path, Rong Ling came to a small wooden house.

A thick spider web had formed on the mottled wooden door, and with a wave of Rong Ling's hand, the door opened automatically.

She walked in, a bed, a table, a chair, nothing else.

This is the bedroom where Rong Ling lived when he was practicing in the sect.

No one else has lived in this house since she left.

Rong Ling came from the demon world and spent half of her life in exile. The Shimen is the first place where she can rest well.

She cast a spell, swept the bed clean, lay down on it, and closed her eyes.

Everything I experienced before and after going back in time is like a dazzling dream, with bitterness and sweetness, but it is always exhausting.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Rong Ling fell into a deep sleep.

It was quiet outside the mountain gate, with occasional birdsong and some flying away with fluttering wings.

Rong Ling didn't know how long she slept, but when she woke up, the sky was already turning blue, and the last ray of red glow was left on the branches.

She got up from the bed and decided to go to the back mountain.

After that massacre, the corpses of the sect's disciples were buried by the Xian family on the green hill behind the sect. Even if they were faceless, Rong Ling should go and burn incense for them.

The mounds of the graves are all freshly built, bare and not pretty at all.

Rong Ling waved his hand and cast a spell, and the grass sprout seeds hidden in the soil, as if being watered by rainwater, quickly popped up, growing upwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a blink of an eye, these tombs were covered with grass and flowers.

This is much better, and it will not rain and the coffin will not be washed out by the rain.

However, it was inevitable that some of the graves were crooked, or the soil on them had loosened. Rong Ling didn't have the strength to do anything else today, so he decided to wait until tomorrow.

Anyway, the days are still long, she has nowhere to go, so staying here is a good choice.

Although people died like a lamp extinguished and she had no chance to redeem her sins, she was able to guard the bones of all the masters so that they would not be disturbed by mountain spirits and wild monsters.

In this way, Rong Ling came to the back mountain day after day to have a look and repair the tombs.

Living alone is unavoidably boring, and she carved out a piece of wasteland in front of the house to cook and eat by herself, which has a special flavor.

In a flash, two months passed.

On this day, Rong Ling took the chicken feathers and went to clean the front hall as usual.

Originally, these things could be done with spells, but she had to find something to distract herself.

A thick layer of dust fell on the portraits in the hall, and the porcelain tables and chairs. Rong Ling covered his mouth and nose while sweeping, coughing from choking.

In the center is the statue of the Patriarch, which is about eight feet high. Just as Rong Ling raised his hand to greet him, he immediately stopped moving.

She squinted her eyes and checked carefully that there was not even a speck of dust accumulated on the clay statue.

Rong Ling walked around in a circle, and there was no dust on the statue.

With a serious look on her face, she calmly laid an enchantment on the entire mountain gate.

If a well-meaning person came to clean it, he would naturally not just clean up the statue. The only explanation was that there were monsters attached to the statue, absorbing the offerings he had accumulated over the years.

It's not a good monster to eat other people's offerings and turn them into one's own mana.

After setting up the barrier, Rong Ling said, "Come out!"

Her voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the hall, and no one responded for a long time.

Rong Ling lost his patience waiting: "I'll say it again, don't force me to do it, just tell me honestly."

Still no response.

Rong Ling didn't wait any longer, she closed her eyes, and manipulated everything in front of her with her divine sense, capturing every clue.

Sure enough, she saw a trace going down the statue.

Like a huge snail crawling across the ground, leaving a wet watermark, it stretches forward and extends to the outside of the hall.

Rong Ling hurriedly followed, following the trail, all the way to the back mountain.

There is a lot of rain and dew in the mountains, and there are often small animals moving around, so the traces are not as easy to find as in the hall.

But this is not a problem for Rong Ling, she is a fairy after all, so she will not let the fish slip through the net.

The divine sense kept searching the back mountain, not letting go of every inch.

Rong Mai's movements stopped for a while, and he looked towards the southeast side - a mound of graves.

Why can't she remember when a new grave appeared there?

Rong Ling didn't hesitate any longer, and shot decisively, a burst of flames went straight towards that place.

Unexpectedly, the other party's reaction was faster than Rong Ling's, and disappeared in front of her like a shadow.

Rong Ling followed closely, and his mana turned into a giant net, overwhelmingly pressing down on that shadow.

The black mass seemed to be trapped, struggling for a long time in it, but there was no way out.

Rong Ling raised the corners of his lips, and flew down to it in satisfaction.

Before getting close, Rong Ling smelled a rotten stench, and her expression changed suddenly.

It's not because of anything else, it's just because of this breath, Rong Ling also smelled it on the day when he killed his fellow disciples.

She didn't come to think about it, only to see that the thing shot out a sharp arrow-like light, directly attacking herself.

At the same time, such a black mass turned into countless small pieces, and broke free from the mesh formed by mana like pus, and then turned into a mass again.

After dodging the arrow of light, Rong Ling realized that she had been fooled. This thing was more sinister than she imagined, and its magic power was unpredictable.

And it escaped very fast, and it seemed that it was very familiar with the terrain of the mountain gate.

Several times when Rong Ling caught up, it escaped in the same way.

When Rong Ling caught up again, he felt that there was something burning hot in the Qiankun bag, and he was eager to get out.

Rong Ling—take it out, it is the glazed pagoda that is constantly shining with light.

She immediately understood what she had met—it was the monster that was suppressed under the tower earlier, Chaos.

According to Shimen's almanac records, this thing is called Chaos. It is said that it is a cloud of turbid gas left behind when Pangu created the world. It gradually gained its own consciousness. Under the glazed pagoda.

No wonder its tricks look so bizarre.

Fortunately, for tens of thousands of years, the demon power of Chaos has been almost refined, if it hadn't been released by that idiot Duan Rui, it wouldn't be something to be afraid of.

Now that the glazed pagoda is in hand, Rong Ling will not let it go no matter what, and must seek an explanation for the dead master disciple.

A long sword appeared in her palm, and she chased after it without any hesitation, and once again cast a small-scale barrier.

As a result, Chaos had nowhere to escape, it bumped back and forth within the barrier, and the last mass of black stuff let out a piercing shrill laugh: "It's really bad luck, a little yellow-haired girl can actually subdue you!" me."

"Stop talking nonsense." Rong Ling held out the glazed pagoda in his hand, "It's just death."

After all, the glazed pagoda floated into the air, and pressed down little by little.

"No, no..." Chaos was fed up with the days and nights of being in the dark in the glazed tower, and let out a desperate cry, "If you have the ability to fight with me with real guns and swords, what is the use of weapons? A hero."

Rong Ling didn't think she was a hero at all, and such aggressive tactics didn't work against her at all.

Chaos thought changed: "Don't you want to know how to bring your dead fellow disciples back to life?"

Rong Ling's body froze, knowing that there was deceit, she couldn't help but wanted to ask clearly.

"Haha." Chaos laughed, "If you suppress me today, they will have no chance of surviving. You really don't want to know?"

While it was speaking, the glazed tower was still pressing down, Rong Ling waved his hand, stopping the movement of the glazed tower.

She lowered her eyes in mid-air: "Speak."

"Come closer so that I can tell you, this secret must not be known to others."

Rong Ling glanced at it, and finally stepped forward.

In the battle just now, she and Chaos were able to draw evenly. As long as she was on guard, even if Chaos wanted to hurt her, it would be difficult for him to do so.

"Closer." Chaos giggled, "Is this fairy afraid that I won't succeed?"

Rong Ling frowned, and finally took half a step forward.

No matter how close it was, Rong Mai's toes were about to touch the chaos.

Just at this moment, Chaos laughed sharply and piercingly: "Hahahaha, it's not bad to have a beautiful woman to accompany you before you die!"

Rong Ling realized that something was wrong, and was about to raise his sword to fight, but saw that the black mist around Chaos quickly dissipated, and it was shrinking from the size of a human figure, and in the blink of an eye, it was no longer as big as a fist.

Rong Ling immediately guessed what Chaos was doing - it was going to die, blast its own Yuan Dan, and die with Rong Ling.

After all, it is a monster left over from ancient times. Even if the magic of the monster is not good, the inner alchemy of thousands of years is still infinitely powerful.

The moment the flames burst out, Rong Ling no longer wanted to fight, and hurriedly left in the opposite direction.

In an instant, the chaotic demon core exploded, making a loud noise that shook the world.

The mountains were shaken, the trees fell, and the rolling stones flew down.

The scorching flames rushed towards her face, and Rong Ling could feel the scorching heat coming, and in the next second, she was about to be swallowed.

Everything around was turned into debris in the blink of an eye under the light of the fire, and I am afraid that my own result is no exception.

When he was about to die, Rong Ling's mind was empty.

Just when she thought she was sure to die, she was separated from the fire by a golden light.

Then, beyond Rong Ling's expectation, a phoenix with fiery wings flew out of the golden light.

Rong Ling opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and saw that this phoenix was quenched by fire, fluttering its wings, and raised its neck to let out a loud and clear cry, which reverberated the entire fairy mountain.

She also blocked the scorching heat that the chaotic demon pill directed at Rong Ling.

The explosive power of the demon pill collided with the phoenix, and ripples rippled in the air.

Immediately afterwards, after the loud noise, everything fell into silence.

The wooden hairpin that originally held up her black hair was lost in this battle, and Rong Ling's waist-length hair was gently swaying in the heat wave. After watching the Phoenix protect himself from the damage, he lowered his head and fell down, the light was shining bit by bit. Fades until it almost disappears.

She came back to her senses suddenly, caught a piece of golden feather that fell to her eyes with her hand, and used her magic power to find out.

This is.......the soul of Feng Xihui?

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Rong Ling: I didn't know, I was deeply shocked