The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Rong Ling's sword doesn't leave any leeway, if Xie Qingwan is a mortal or a low-level monk, she will definitely die.

Fortunately, she was protected by evil energy, and Xie Qingwan had been practicing day and night for the past six months, so she was seriously injured but did not fall down.

Even so, it was enough for Xie Qingwan to realize what heartache is, and even the bone-piercing pain brought about by the collision of flesh and blood with the evil spirit of Cong Yuzhong in front of her, was nothing to her.

Rong Ling's sword was still bleeding, and seeing that Xie Qingwan hadn't stopped, he immediately planned to continue making moves, to completely stop her movements.

And at this moment, Xie Qingwan completely used all her cultivation base to suppress Cong Yuzhong's evil spirit. Under the interweaving of her demon power and divine power, which was too powerful to resist, Cong Yuzhong gradually shrank, and became so small It was only the size of a palm, and it was in her pocket.

Not hurt by Cong Yuzhong, nor controlled by it, Xie Qingwan actually directly surrendered to Cong Yuzhong.

At the same time, her body injured by Rong Ling was also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her whole body was enveloped in a golden light, and even her hair gradually stretched out into a new arc.

Rong Ling's hand holding the sword couldn't help but pause.

Xie Qingwan, this is... breaking the catastrophe and becoming a fairy?

However, what I saw in the next second was even more unbelievable. Shangxian Xie Qingwan, who was surrounded by the golden light, saw Rong Ling in front of him the moment he opened his eyes. His face seemed to be distorted for a moment. Then, ? From every inch of her skin, black mist emerged.

The black mist invaded the golden light at an extremely fast speed, Xie Qingwan seemed to choose the former without hesitation, and let the black devilish energy swallow him.

As she continued to change, the expression on Rong Ling's face became serious.

She frowned slightly, she never expected that Xie Qingwan would fall into the devil the next second after becoming a fairy.

This is something that has never happened in thousands of years.

Falling from a fairy, with the addition of devil energy, the spiritual power will increase several times, plus Xie Qingwan's original demon power and the Cong Yu bell in her hand, I am afraid that if she really falls into the devil, there will be no one in the six realms now can rival it.

It is said that after the fall, the faller's sanity will be greatly reduced, and he will become more cruel and bloodthirsty.

Rong Ling squinted his eyes halfway, wondering if he wanted to interrupt Xie Qingwan's progress while she was still in the middle of transforming her demon.

However, before she could make a move, Xie Qingwan looked in her direction with dark eyes, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.

In the next second, vines with demonic energy flew out of her palm and attacked in Rong Ling's direction, with such force that no one could resist, trapping Rong Ling's wrist.

Xie Qingwan only exerted a little force, and the jade sword in Rong Ling's hand fell in response, and the whole person was brought into Xie Qingwan's arms by the green vine.

Holding Rong Ling's waist tightly, Xie Qingwan coughed a few times in discomfort, but still stubbornly refused to let go.

She was still weak at this time, and her whole body was on the verge of falling. Under Rong Ling's struggle, her body was unstable, and they both fell to the ground.

"Master..." She was seriously injured just now, and it was difficult for her to breathe, "I am not Feng Xihui, who is Feng Xihui?"

After becoming a fairy, Shangxian Xie Qingwan recovered all her memories, Feng Xihui had never existed in the fairy world.

Unexpectedly, she was still obsessed with this, Rong Ling pursed her lips, her eyes filled with indifference, and said nothing.

"Who is Feng Xihui?" Xie Qingwan asked again, as if he would not give up until he got the answer.

Rong Ling's eyes were filled with sarcasm: "I'm not interested in talking to you a second time, if you don't believe me..."

Unexpectedly, the next second, Rong Ling's lips were slightly parted and his eyes widened, unable to speak.

Xie Qingwan actually touched her forehead, broke into Rong Ling's consciousness, wantonly indulged, vowing to find Feng Xihui's shadow.

Falling from a fairy, not only her spiritual power, but also her spiritual consciousness has also become several times stronger. When Rong Ling fell down, the hands that fell on Xie Qingwan grabbed her sleeves uncontrollably, and her long eyelashes like crow feathers Trembling unbearably, she didn't even have the strength to resist, so she had to let her rampage in her own consciousness.

No, there was no such person as Feng Xihui in her consciousness, Xie Qingwan clasped Rong Ling's wrist back a little irritatedly.

But soon, she came up with a new method. In addition to divine consciousness, cultivators often have soul thoughts.

Earlier, Xie Qingwan wondered why Rong Ling knew that she was a fairy, but now that she thinks about it, Rong Ling must be hiding more secrets that she does not know.

And the spiritual consciousness still belongs to the body, only the soul thought can clearly record everything a person has experienced.

It's just that soul thoughts are different from spiritual consciousness, and outsiders are not allowed to spy on them, not even Taoist couples, not to mention that Xie Qingwan and Rong Ling are currently incompatible, how can Rong Ling let her know his soul thoughts.

It's a pity that Xie Qingwan at this time has been completely enchanted, no one in the world can match her, even Rong Ling is the same.

The moment his consciousness invaded Rong Ling's soul, Xie Qingwan could feel the pain of the person below him humming softly.

Xie Qingwan's eyes dimmed, and in the end she didn't care about anything else, but quickly searched for Feng Xihui's shadow in Rong Ling's soul thoughts.

Countless pictures flashed before his eyes, Xie Qingwan started from the beginning, and finally caught a cold voice: "My name is Feng Xihui, and Feng is the phoenix of Phoenix."

Her searching consciousness stopped, and as a bystander, she watched this memory coldly.

By the edge of a green pool of water, the stream flew straight down, outlining a rainbow in the sky.

On the stone by the pool, sat a figure.

Rong Ling rested his chin on one hand, and his black clothes were like rags, covered with a lot of blood and mud.

She seemed to be upset about something, and she didn't move for a long time.

After a long silence, she finally seemed to have figured something out, and said to herself: "Forget it, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, so it's my bad luck."

With that said, Rong Ling got up and walked towards the small thatched hut behind him.

On the bed in the room, a woman in white was lying quietly at the moment.

Rong Ling looked left and right, but he couldn't see who this woman was.

Originally, she took advantage of the loosening of the barrier between the demon world and the human world, and finally escaped, but she didn't expect to walk not far, and picked up this person on the side of the road.

No, to be precise, the woman should not be a human being. Judging by the fairy aura around her, she might still be a fairy who fell from the sky.

It's just that no matter whether she is a human or a fairy, she doesn't have much to do with him. Rong Ling just glanced at her and planned to leave, but at this moment, the other party also opened her eyes, which seemed to be soaked by spring water. As clear as soaked, he glanced at Rong Ling, and then passed out again.

Rong Ling couldn't tell what kind of eyes it was.

So lofty, without any begging or pity, as if he had expected that Rong Ling would not rescue her, and had no hope for her.

Rong Ling turned his head away, and continued to walk forward on his own. After a few steps, he still stopped, and then looked back in a strange way.

The woman who fell on the side of the road had completely fainted, and her white clothes were soaked in blood, like blossoming red plums falling on the snow.

Forget it, Rong Ling told herself in her heart, as if she had just come out of the demon world and was not yet familiar with the human world, there must be someone she could talk to.

Thinking in this way, she took the woman to a nearby thatched hut that was long gone.

It was the first time in Rong Ling's life that she did such a great deed, and she even had to sit by the pool to calm down for a long time before she could figure out what to do next.

If this woman is really a god, after saving her, he can repay her kindness.

If she is not, then I will use black magic to control her, and I will have someone more to use.

After thinking about it properly, Rong Ling no longer begrudged his own few monster powers, gathered them all in the palm of his hand, and healed the wounds on the woman's body.

The wounds on her body were obviously not wounds from mortal weapons, but from magic fighting. Even if Rong Ling healed her external wounds, she couldn't heal her internal wounds.

As for the woman's life or death, she had to resign herself to fate.

After doing all this, Rong Ling went to the pool behind the hut to take a bath and change into clean clothes.

At this moment, the mortal world is full of stars, and the night sky is like a silk embellished with precious stones. Rong Ling yawned and walked towards the hut.

There was only one bed in the room, so Rong Ling naturally wouldn't feel wronged, so he jumped over the woman's body with hands and feet, climbed into the bed and fell asleep on his side.

Repeated this for a few days, and finally one day, when Rong Ling was still asleep, he suddenly felt something move beside him.

She opened her eyes, and met the other's cold eyes again.

Immediately afterwards, she realized that those eyes seemed to have no brilliance, and only reflected her own shadow in emptiness.

"You can't see?" Rong Ling couldn't help asking.

"It should be..." The other party didn't panic, "Is it the girl who saved me?"

"That's right..." Rong Ling thought to himself that she was blind, so what help could she do for herself? It would be more troublesome. It would be better to let her go home earlier, so as not to become a drag, "What's your name?" ? Do you have family?"

"My name is Feng Xihui, the phoenix of Phoenix..."

Xie Qingwan didn't have time to watch the rest of the picture, because Rong Ling really couldn't bear the pain of being invaded by his soul, so he tremblingly bit Xie Qingwan's neck fiercely.

The few days and nights that Rong Ling and Feng Xihui spend together in the soul, to the two of them, are just a brief moment.

At this time, Rong Ling didn't know what happened, but felt that his brain was about to burst from pain, and he bit Xie Qingwan tightly and refused to let go.

Xie Qingwan remained motionless, allowing her to vent her anger, and when her eyes met Rong Lingshu's cold eyes, her throat seemed to be blocked by something.

Unlike now, who is calm and indifferent at all times, Rong Ling at that time still had anger in his eyes, and his eyeballs rolled around when he spoke, and he didn't know what he was planning.

Almost without thinking, Xie Qingwan clasped Rong Ling's wrist with one hand, and stroked her cheek with one hand that was still bloody, pinching her cheek that was no bigger than a palm.

Then she exerted a little force directly, and Rong Ling was so painful that he had to let go of the teeth that were biting her neck.

come down.

Lingering, crazy, leaving no room for it.

Even if she was left behind by Rong Ling in the past and had to stay in the belly of the green sand beast, she didn't have so much resentment. She clings to Rong Ling obsessively, as if she would never let go forever, like water plants growing wildly at the bottom of a dark lake , bred by the resentment of the water ghosts drowning here, desperately entangled those who passed by, trying to drag them into this boundless deep water.

Rong Ling was kissed uncontrollably by her, almost out of breath, almost suffocating.

The powerful demonic energy in Xie Qingwan's body did not subside, and even overwhelmed the immortal power in Rong Ling's body, making her subconsciously want to submit.

In front of such an overwhelming aura, Rong Ling was about to faint in his mind, and suddenly heard Xie Qingwan whispering in his ear: "It turns out that the Immortal Venerable is not heartless, but the person in his heart is not me."

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