Dress up as a high-risk occupation

The sleeping hall in Wushan is made of mahogany carved beams, with floating curtains, and there are two shadowy figures sleeping opposite each other.

Mu Junnian woke up with his eyes open, and the master beside him was still fast asleep.In the past, Master has always been self-disciplined, and he will wake up when he arrives.Now, because of the torment and fatigue he endured every night, he can fall asleep all day long.Perhaps because of the pain and discomfort there, the master lay on his side.The blue silk is under the pillow, and the black hair is black, which makes his skin white as snow, and the lips are bright red. When you look closely, you can find that the lips are still red and swollen.

Hua Qingyan's clothes were a little loose, the red mark on her neck was looming, and half of her exposed arm was even more bruised and purple, old and new superimposed.One can imagine what the body under the clothes must look like.

Mu Junnian knew that his master had always slept dishonestly, so he looked helplessly at the silk quilt covering him.I don't know if it was lifted by the heat of the master, the quilt only covered half of his body, and the other half fell off the bed.

Wushan Palace was still cold in the morning, fearing that Master might catch a cold, Mu Junnian leaned over, picked up the quilt that fell off the bed on his side, and covered him up again.Because only half of his body was propped above Huaqing's face, he could clearly see every detail of Master's face, and just caught the slightly trembling arc of his eyelashes.

A trace of inexplicable emotion appeared in Mu Junnian's heart. Even after so many years, is Master still afraid of him?

He lowered his eyes slightly, leaned down, and with forbearance and restraint, he kissed the center of the master's brow, and it was split with one touch.A dark purple light entered Hua Qingyan's eyebrows, and then disappeared.

Mu Junnian lifted the quilt from the bed and left the bedroom filled with his and his master's atmosphere.

The faint blue candle flames in the main hall of the Demon Palace danced up and down, revealing a black shadow.

A subordinate came out from the shadows, knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, all Taoists of the Immortal Sect gathered together and launched a large-scale attack, and they are about to attack outside the hall."

The entire Yujun Mountain was covered by Mu Junnian's spiritual consciousness. He had already sensed the movements of the Taoists from the immortal sect attacking the mountain in the Wushan Temple.Therefore, there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

"Since they're all here, let's welcome them well." The Demon Lord slowly stepped up the steps, his sharp eyebrows and eyes showing a chill.

Since they choose to attack, then let them all have—there will be no return.

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When Mu Junnian covered him with a quilt, Hua Qingyan woke up with a start.Not long after the villain left, he struggled to open his eyes.

"Strange..." Hua Qingyan rubbed her forehead, why did she feel like she was desperately trying to open her eyes but couldn't wake up?Immediately, he stopped thinking about it, and was about to get up when he lifted the quilt, when he sat up, he let out a "hiss" suddenly, and almost fell back on the bed.

The master wants to cry but has no tears. He felt wronged and scolded every day: "This bastard little bastard deceived the master and killed the ancestors, the master is unfortunate..."

He glanced at his body full of marks, his brows twitched, and he couldn't bear to look directly at him.Casually tightening her skirt, Hua Qingyan sighed when she saw the new clothes that had already been prepared, reached out and put them on.

He seemed to think of something suddenly, he stopped suddenly, and his heart slowly picked up.

Today... seems to be the day when hundreds of families from the Immortal Sect gather to attack the main hall of the Demon Palace together.That is... the plot of the finale?

No one knows the ending of the protagonist better than him, because the world he is in now was originally the world in the book he wrote.

In his creative inspiration, the protagonist's original ending was to die in the crusade against the Hundred Families of Immortals, under the sword of his master.That is... Mu Junnian will die at his hands.

But at that time, it was just a scene of extremely strong images impacting into his mind, and his heart felt a twinge of pain.He thought about changing the ending, but before he could rewrite it, he passed through the book and came to this world.

If it really develops according to the ending he originally imagined... At this moment, Hua Qingyan's hands and feet are unconsciously stiff and trembling, will he really kill Mu Junnian with his own hands?

No, Hua Qingyan shook her head fiercely, shaking off the messy thoughts in her mind.Not to mention that he hadn't had time to write down the ending he originally imagined. After traveling to the world in his book, many things he experienced were not mentioned in the book.

Including being taken captive by Mu Junnian to Yujun Mountain, spending decades with him in the Demon Palace.

So... the story doesn't necessarily end in the worst direction, right?

Hua Qingyan seemed to have forgotten the pain under her body. He traveled all the way, and every demon clan he met on the way, because of the order issued by the demon lord Mu Junnian, all respected Qingfeng Xianzun and did not care about his problems. Dare to perfunctory.

"Where's Mu Junnian? Where is he?"

"Your Majesty, in the main hall..." The servant girl who answered panicked, "Immortal Venerable, you'd better not go."

"Thank you." Hua Qingyan said these words, and quickly walked away.

If today is really a gathering of hundreds of families from the Immortal Sect to besiege the Shang Demon Palace, then they would be tantamount to throwing themselves into a trap.The peak masters of the Mingjian Sect will also die at the hands of Mu Junnian...

"No, Mu Junnian... don't commit any more murders."

Qingfeng Xianzun pushed away the main hall of the Demon Palace, the dim candlelight flickered slightly, but the scene in front of him caused his reason to collapse instantly.

"Brother-"

When the gate of the palace was opened, Lu Fengchi saw Hua Qingyan appearing under the white light, and a flash of shock and joy flashed in his originally fierce eyes.

However, a dark purple beam of light pierced straight through the man's chest, and the former best friend just knelt down slowly and fell in front of him.

A smear of scarlet splashed directly on Hua Qingyan's cheek.The red blood was still warm, and then cooled down quickly.Blood slid across the corner of his eyes, like a line of blood and tears.

"Master..." A strange look flashed in Mu Junnian's eyes, why is Master here?He obviously cast a sleeping spell on him, who brought the master to the Demon Palace? !

However, Mu Junnian had no time to worry about this issue at this moment. He walked up to the master, looked at him, and said in a low voice: "Master, don't look, I will take you back to the bedroom."

Even though his sinful hands were stained with blood over the years, he had never killed anyone in front of his master.Qingfeng Xianzun is like a bright moon, with a pure state of mind and spotless.He has pulled Master down from the altar and fell into this world of mortals, and he doesn't mind letting Master see this again.

But from the bottom of his heart, he still prefers that Master has never seen his bloodthirsty and brutal side.Because, he is afraid... What hurts people more than his master's fear of him is estrangement.

The scarlet blood stained Master's innocent face, it was the blood of others, and it was extraordinarily dazzling.Mu Junnian felt uncomfortable, he reached out his hand to wipe the blood on Master's face, but the other party backed away suddenly.

His hand was empty.

Hua Qingyan was in a trance, and her head was in severe pain.He clutched his head in discomfort, as if a illusory scene flashed through his mind in a trance, causing him to be short of breath, and his heart suddenly ached.

He saw a monk dressed in white, slowly raised the silver sword in his hand, and pierced Mu Junnian's heart...

"Master? Master!" A call awakened Hua Qingyan's sanity, and he recovered from the illusory picture, only to realize that just now he saw the finale that he should have written.

Mu Junnian looked at Master's pale face, and his heart sank.Regardless of Master's previous dodge, he grabbed his shoulder and shouted: "Come here! Send Master back to bed!"

Huaqing's face was pale, and he couldn't tell whether what he said was what he thought in his heart, or whether he was affected by the picture he saw.

He looked directly at Mu Junnian, and said with trembling lips, "How much more slaughter do you want to cause?"

Under the magic palace, at the foot of Yujun Mountain, there are many corpses.Almost all the decent sects in the comprehension world have been slaughtered by you, how long will you be wrong?

"Killing?" Mu Junnian was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly laughed in a low voice, "Hey..."

The original sneer gradually became paranoid and crazy, and a cold and bloodthirsty red light appeared in his eyes.

The blood pupils are ferocious, trying to devour people in them.

"Master, tell me, did they let me go?! I also thought about practicing the Dao to benefit all living beings, but what about them?!"

The strength in his hands gradually increased, and Hua Qingyan's shoulders were pinched with sharp pain.But he couldn't say anything, he just looked at the other party with distressed and sad eyes.

Mu Junnian seemed to think of something, he smiled coldly, "I was born as a devil, but who can decide my own birth?"

"Master, can you imagine the despair of a person who has been thrown away by golden elixirs for life and has lost his spiritual power, and is exterminated by all the celestial sects, and the celestial bones are removed? Can you imagine a half-dead person struggling to survive on the ninth floor of purgatory? Are monsters vying for the hatred of bloody battles?"

When Mu Junnian finished speaking, his voice became even calmer, like the calm before the storm.His heart was obviously full of hatred, but his tone was still calm and slow, as if he was talking about something unimportant.

Mu Junnian lowered his head slightly, and gracefully wiped away the blood on Hua Qingyan's face, his warm breath spread all over his cheeks, "Master, it's the so-called 'famous family' in your mouth that destroyed my life. Humanity."

Hua Qingyan's lips had long been pale to the point of being bloodless, and it was because he knew it... so when facing Mu Junnian's killing, he tried his best to overcome it, trying to understand him and heal him.

He was always by his side, trying to wake him up.

Hua Qingyan's heart was already in agony, he clenched his fists tightly, and blood flowed from between his fingers.Drops of blood dripped down, just falling into a pool of bloody water under his feet.

I'm sorry... I never thought that what I said in my pen has ruined your life.

Hua Qingyan seemed to want to reach out to touch the other person's eyebrows, but suddenly, Mu Junnian froze.The bloodthirsty red pupils instantly returned to normal, with a trace of bewilderment and confusion.

Master... actually cried?

He had never seen a teacher who lost control of his emotions and wept in grief outside the bed.Just like in the past, he never thought that a master who is as far away as a winter plum in the snow and untouched by the world would be caught by him and fall down, falling into the world of mortals.

A sense of strangeness suddenly appeared in Mu Junnian's heart, but he was soon swallowed up by his unprovoked anger.

Is Master crying for others?To grieve for others, to shed tears?

"Bam—"

With a loud bang, the entire wall of the Demon Palace Hall collapsed, and a strong air flow swept in.

Dust and rubble flew, and a powerful spirit of self-cultivation hit Mu Junnian.His eyes froze, and he wrapped his arms around Master's shoulders, taking him out of the range of the attack.

"Master, do you think I want to have blood on my hands?"

Hua Qingyan raised her eyes suddenly, and saw a dense formation lined up on the horizon beyond the collapsed wall.Mu Junnian smiled coldly, and said slowly: "They are the ones who forced me to commit the killing."

The hall was filled with a strong smell of blood, but Mu Junnian didn't seem to care about the corpses on the ground at all.He put a protective cover on the top of the master, and then walked away slowly, looking directly at the cultivators in the sky.

"Monster, you have no way to escape now."

Mu Junnian seemed to sneer, he didn't walk out of the devil's palace, he was just in the palace, and he fought a lot.The dark red light flew out like a rattan whip like a fiery snake, and bursts of electricity exploded in the air!

The cultivator who Yujian formed the formation was broken by the powerful attack and fell down.Under the demon hall was a group of demons who had been stimulated to be ferocious. They all showed their sharp claws and pounced on them, intending to tear the group of monks who fell into the sky into pieces.Then the two sides fought and killed one after another.

The "battlefield" in front of her seemed to be isolated from her consciousness, and Hua Qingyan was already in chaos.He was dazed and in pain.The fuzzy picture that had appeared in the depths of his mind once again appeared in his mind.

Hua Qingyan couldn't even tell whether it was the plot of the finale that he had conceived, or... something he had experienced before.

He knew that the person who invited himself to break into the main hall of the Demon Palace had a decisive battle with the Demon Lord Mu Junnian with the determination to die.They never thought that they could go back alive, because they just wanted to use their own deaths to open up a successful path for the immortals gathered at the foot of Yujun Mountain, paved with blood, just to kill this person who is beyond comprehension. outliers.

"Mu Junnian..." Hua Qingyan murmured his name involuntarily. Hearing his call, Mu Junnian turned around, and a burst of red light ignited behind him.

There was blood spattered on his cheeks, and countless flying swords fell down.Inside the palace, the dozen or so cultivators who fell and died gradually changed.

In the main hall of the Demon Palace, fresh blood meanders and flows, and a dark red magic circle has begun to form.

Mu Junnian suddenly laughed, he already knew about it.The group of cultivators who came to die did not die blindly, but built a magic circle with their own flesh and blood, just to kill him...

"Master, I told you a long time ago. Cultivators are a bunch of hypocrites with a good face."

Whether it's someone who is scheming, ignorant, willing to die, or someone who was deceived...

The bloody light disappeared from the sky, and hundreds of furious howls pierced the sky.It is a forbidden technique performed by the immortals, using a blood curse.

Those cultivators who kept calling him a monster used forbidden techniques in order to kill him.

The forbidden technique was activated, and a gust of wind spread from the eye of the array to all directions!The demons outside the main hall of the Demon Palace fell to the ground in pain, howling hoarsely.This is a forbidden technique modified by cultivators. With the blood of cultivators, inject their determination and remaining consciousness to wipe out the demons.

This magic circle will make Yujun Mountain a complete burial place for the demons.

Even Mu Junnian was affected by the magic circle, and his body was cut with several scars by the strong wind, and some cuts even went as deep as the flesh and blood.The powerful formation threatened him, pressing down on him fiercely, as if trying to break his arrogance.

Mu Junnian fought against the formation set up by thousands of monks. He braced his body and stood still.Wiping the blood from the corner of his lips with his fingers, he smiled sarcastically, they used forbidden techniques to deal with him?

"Ho."

A dark red light gathered at the fingertips, pierced the palm, and the blood belonging to the demon clan dripped into the blood array.The formation on the ground gradually flowed and rotated in the opposite direction, and expanded suddenly!

The blood array expanded and spread, covering a radius of a hundred miles, and all living things would not be spared—all perish.

The blood array was still spreading and expanding, and the group of cultivators who used forbidden techniques and deployed formations finally panicked.

If the previous forbidden magic circle was only aimed at the people in the demon palace, then the current magic circle is aimed at... the entire realm of cultivation

"Evil! What are you... going to do?!"

"What?" Mu Junnian smiled, "Do what you have done..."

He smiled, cut through his own flesh and blood again and again, using his own blood as a guide, forcibly twisting the blood array they set up into his own.

"Don't you guys want to destroy me? Then I will destroy the whole world of cultivation, okay?"

"Crazy...you are simply a lunatic!" The cultivators were all in a mess, they were in a panic, cursing fiercely.

Facing their attacks, Mu Junnian didn't care at all.He was laughing, crazy, laughing at the ugly faces of this group of dignified hypocrites.

How funny, they obviously launched the forbidden technique, but in the end, they scolded him as a lunatic.

A gust of wind surged in the blood formation, and the magic circle built with the bloody bodies of practitioners had uncontrollable power unimaginable.

Except for Mu Junnian who was in the blood formation, the hundreds of immortal sects gathered outside the demon palace had already been seriously injured or dead.

However, Mu Junnian, whose eyes were scarlet, seemed to have lost his mind.The reason why the forbidden technique is forbidden is because it is difficult to control and unimaginable.

Mu Junnian has been the master of the Demon Palace for decades, the realm of cultivation is turbulent, there is no place for peace, and the plain is covered by bones.

If it were not for desperation, the Immortal Family would not take the risk and use forbidden techniques.

But they underestimated Mu Junnian's madness, with his familiarity with and control over forbidden techniques.Even though he knew that his body and soul would be backlashed and his sanity would be lost, he wanted those people who wanted to kill him, as well as the entire realm of cultivation, to be buried with him!

"No...Mu Junnian...stop, stop..."

Hua Qingyan slapped the transparent barrier in front of her.Mu Junnian had already lost his mind, and as a demon king, his body gradually began to turn into a phantom, but the protective shield he set up was still intact on Hua Qingyan's body.

It seemed that Mu Junnian's calm but sad words appeared in his ears again——

"Master, do you think I want to have blood on my hands?"

"It's them who forced me to commit the killing."

The foul wind roared, and there was a sharp hiss in the surging air flow, which was the painful cry of life being eaten away by the blood array.

Hua Qingyan yelled, "Mu Junnian!"

The air was surging, and amidst the sound of the wind, the scarlet-eyed Demon Lord was still standing in the blood formation. At the cost of destroying his sanity, he kept urging the strengthening formation, and he seemed to have lost his sanity.

——Mu Junnian, I was wrong.

When the world hurts you, I will accompany you; if the world makes your heart cold, I will hug you; even if you throw yourself away, I will catch you;

Mu Junnian, please, don't do stupid things...

The barrier was broken, turned into pieces, and crushed inch by inch behind him.Hua Qingyan came out through the air, her white clothes were scattered, and a bloody light brushed across her.He hugged that figure with a trace of coldness, which was the heart that gradually became cold in the ups and downs of thousands of days and nights.

"Master..."

The sound of the wind died down suddenly, and the sharp hissing was isolated.The scarlet blood pupils suddenly regained clarity and turned into pitch-black pupils.Mu Junnian opened his lips tremblingly, and murmured: "Master..."

He watched helplessly as a big mouthful of blood poured out of Master's mouth, and the sticky palm was warm, it was Master's blood.

The blood ban is on and cannot be stopped.However, Mu Junnian reversed the formation, intending to destroy all the creatures in the formation together with him.And Hua Qingyan, the only one who was protected by his barrier and isolated from the formation, even fought with his life to stop the formation.

Mu Junnian didn't even see his figure clearly, the white shadow passed by, and the dazzling red light in his eyes penetrated the master's body.All the red light sank into his body, and the formation of surging air suddenly stopped.

Just like that, Mu Junnian witnessed the master like a broken kite, suddenly lost its support, and fell powerlessly into his arms.

The chest seemed to be hit by something, and the internal organs were smashed into a ball.

"Master...Master..." Mu Junnian, who is a majestic devil, bloodthirsty and indifferent, with countless corpses in his hands, will be at a loss.After regaining his senses, he was dazed and shocked, and hugged Master in his arms in a daze, and murmured: "Master, why..."

Hua Qing's lips moved slightly, as if she was saying something.But blood welled up in his throat, blocking his unfinished words.Thousands of words left only one sentence in his mouth: "I'm sorry..."

Your whole life is all because of what I wrote, and you have gone through hardships.I thought it was just a random sway of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but let you taste the coldness of the world.

I'm sorry... In this life, I owe you all the time. If there is an afterlife, all the debts I owe will be repaid to you.

Hua Qingyan seemed to be struggling to say something more, but suddenly a large stream of blood gushed out of his mouth, and he couldn't say anything.

He could only sadly say in his heart: [It turns out...it's really going to die...Damn it...]

With the routine of transmigrating books and novels, will he transmigrate back...or...do it all over again?

Mu Junnian stared blankly at the master in his arms who slowly closed his eyes, and his blood-stained hands were powerless to hang down.

In the eyes of the formation, the sound of the wind stopped suddenly.

The young demon king was completely insane, he was mourning, maddened, holding his lover in his arms and tearing his heart and lungs apart.

In the main hall of the Demon Palace, the strong smell of blood gradually faded, and the blood array had been broken.But Mu Junnian's emotions were even more intense. The soaring demonic energy around him swirled wildly, and the stench raged again, and the screams of thousands of creatures pierced through the eardrums.

"Master—"