The Devil is My White Moonlight

"Kill him! Kill him!" The angry crowd surrounded a high platform, shouting one after another.

This is Linmoyuan, the place where humans and demons meet.

Having just experienced a great battle, there is still a vague smell of blood floating in the air, making people even more emotional.

Most of the people surrounding the high platform were Moyun Mountain disciples, and their elegant white robes hurt their eyes in the sunlight.

The person on the stage was covered in blood, his arms were firmly bound by a fairy rope, but his body kneeling on the ground was straight.

His hair was in a disheveled bun, and his sharp gaze wandered through the crowd through the long hanging hair.

"Gu Qingqiao, are you guilty?" asked the middle-aged man sitting at the top. The white Moyun Taoist robe was embroidered with golden cloud patterns, which was the symbol of the head of Moyun Mountain.

The young man sneered and didn't answer.

The high stage became lively again.

"What else is there to say? Killing the elder was caught on the spot, the evidence is solid!"

"Killing the elder at the critical moment of the battle between immortals and demons is a traitor in the world of cultivating immortals!"

"It's just a lowly demon seed, what else is there to judge? Just kill it!"

In the distance, someone came with a sword.

The sound waves weakened, and the crowd, like separate waves, gave way to a passage from the outside to the inside.

A handsome young man in white was holding a long sword and walked towards the high platform step by step.

Someone asked in a low voice, "That's Mu Xiyun? Didn't he go to the southern battlefield?"

"He is a disciple of Tianliang Peak," someone sighed, "He must have rushed back after hearing the news from Master."

"Is he going to kill the master's enemy with his hands?" The people in the audience were excited.

Mu Xiyun stood on the high platform, sheathed her long sword, and pointed directly at Gu Qingqiao's chest.

Having just experienced a great battle, Mu Xiyun's face was pale, and beads of sweat gathered on her forehead after returning from a long distance with the sword.

The hand holding the sword didn't tremble at all, Mu Xiyun's face was as frosty, and her eyes were fixed on the opponent's eyes without blinking: "Why?"

Gu Qingqiao closed his eyes, and when he opened them, there was a smile on his face.

"Ah Yun..."

Just as he was about to say something, his face suddenly changed.It was as if he had been hit hard in the abdomen, and the whole person curled up into a ball.

"Well, what's that?" someone in the crowd shouted.

Wisps of black air quickly rose from Gu Qingqiao's body, covering his whole body in a few breaths.Mu Xiyun took a step back subconsciously.However, as he retreated, Gu Qingqiao jumped up from the ground suddenly, his arms had already broken free from the fairy rope, and a shiny scimitar in his left hand cut across the black air, cutting towards Mu Xi with an afterimage. Yun's throat.

He turned back to the sword to hold the scimitar, Gu Qingqiao's right scimitar has arrived.

Mu Xiyun raised her left hand like lightning, and firmly connected it with the wristband in her sleeve. After two crisp "ding ding", the two had become confrontational.

Gu Qingqiao's eyes were blood red, and the black energy from his body continuously escaped, covering the high platform in a short while.

"Ah, it hurts!"

"what happened?"

A few Moyun Mountain disciples wanted to rush up to the high platform, but they didn't expect that the black energy would immediately penetrate into the meridians as soon as it touched the human body. Those with slightly higher skills only felt a chill rushing up against the meridians, while those with lower skills Immediately he vomited blood.There were exclamations one after another for a while, and everyone involuntarily took a few steps back.

"What are you panicking, back off!" the middle-aged man shouted in a deep voice.With a wave of his hands, an enchantment covered the high platform like a dome, and the black air rushed to the enchantment, and was hit and curled backwards, unable to spread outward.

In the dense black mist, Mu Xiyun's whole body's strength was on the sword. He mobilized his spiritual power to input the sword edge, and the long sword emitted a shining silver light to resist the black air from the opponent's scimitar.The pain in the lower abdomen was tearing, and the remaining spiritual power rushed out eagerly. The golden core was already overwhelmed, but he didn't care, and continued to use the spiritual power to the extreme.

"Crack!" The golden core was shattered, blood oozed from the corner of Mu Xiyun's mouth, but she still desperately exported the spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Vision became blurred, and Mu Xiyun finally saw that under the pressure of powerful spiritual power, the black air on the scimitar receded little by little, and Gu Qingqiao's eyes slowly changed from blood red to red. back to normal.

"Ah Yun!" The familiar shout came, but it seemed to be far away in the sky.When darkness struck, Mu Xiyun closed her eyes.

dark.

Mu Xiyun was floating in the void, surrounded by chaos.

The consciousness moved reluctantly, and there was a ray of white light beating gently, faint but warm.White light gently surrounded him, like gentle hands stroking, trying to wake him up.

The memory is still stuck in the earlier scene, the hellish battlefield in Linmoyuan, the junior brother who came to report, the young man bound on the high platform, the blood-red eyes surrounded by black air...

No, not right!

Qingqiao in his memory used to play with him when he was a teenager, and he also fought side by side with him in times of crisis.In memory, his words and deeds are precious, and his frown and smile are heart-warming.How could such a person hurt the person he respects the most!

Where, what went wrong?

Mu Xiyun suddenly opened her eyes.

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The author has something to say:

Newcomers and new articles, please bear with me.

Low magic comprehension, non-upgrade flow, the upgrade system is so simple that it is just a background, please don't take it seriously.