I emo after dressing as a villain

The dark wind is everywhere, and the ghost domain is in turmoil.

A face that was originally handsome, now has a layer of black air floating on it, his pupils are red, and there is also an indelible heaviness and power condensed on his body.

Not like a grieving ghost, more like a demon.

Violent and cold.

Hu Qingtian obviously didn't expect things to turn out like this, so he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva in fear, holding the weapon tightly in both hands, and still bluffing loudly: "Come on! I'm afraid you won't succeed! A dead waste can still Overturned!"

As he said that, he recited the death curse again, but found that there was no reaction at all. He was shocked and flustered, "Why doesn't it work?!"

Zhang Junyan laughed wildly, with a wicked tone, "Didn't Master, the old man, tell you? The death curse can only be used once."

Zhuang Tongtong's face turned cold, and he was inexplicably irritable. He knew that the death curse was used on Zhang Junyan, and the evil spirit escaped by chance.

only……

He doesn't know now whether Zhang Junyan can still come out.

"Master Zhang, what's wrong with him?" Xiao Duan gasped for a few breaths, managed to stabilize his mind, and looked at Zhuang Tongtong beside him with a little horror.

Zhuang Tongtong looked serious, and said with some uncertainty: "Maybe, it's not him now."

"En?" Xiao Duan was puzzled.

On the other side, Hu Qingtian's face darkened, he cut the palm of his hand with a knife, and smeared the blood on the two weapons, and the sword was slightly white, "Today I killed you as a monster, and it's also for heaven Let's go!"

"God master kills, don't avoid the powerful, first kill the evil spirits, then kill the night light, what gods don't subdue, what ghosts dare to be. Hurry like a law!"

When Hu Qingtian was chanting the incantation, Zhuang Tongtong narrowed his eyes, and while the Dao Jue was being activated, the long sword in his hand jumped out with a golden light, directly cutting off Hu Qingtian's attack.

Hu Qingtian was shocked and glared at Zhuang Tongtong angrily. "You are a dignified immortal cultivator with immortal bones, but you are willing to fall for a waste. You will be cast aside by the world!"

Zhuang Tongtong withdrew his sword and said in a cold tone, "Take care of yourself."

Zhang Junyan looked at the young man who helped him strangely. He didn't understand, but since he helped him, it should be an ally, "He is also your enemy."

After the words fell, Zhuang Tongtong's pupils shrank slightly. Sure enough, he was no longer Zhang Junyan. Looking at the familiar eyebrows and eyes, the usual warm smile on his face was gone. Only his face was full of strangeness and hatred, and his heart seemed to be stabbed by something. After a while, this feeling was very strange, which made him feel a little uncomfortable for no reason.

Seeing that he didn't open his mouth, Zhang Junyan didn't continue to question him. He flew towards Hu Qingtian, and he didn't make any moves, just like teasing a puppy.

He smiled like a devil, the corners of his lips raised, with a cold-blooded taste.

Hu Qingtian gradually fell into a disadvantage, and his body was covered with scars. Naturally, he knew that he was teasing him, and he felt even more ashamed and angry. He used to be the only one who bullied him, so how could he be bullied by this trash!

Finally, his right leg was directly pierced by a piece of gravel, which cut into his flesh and blood like a knife, and he staggered and fell to the ground in pain.

Just when he was struggling to get up, a pair of feet appeared in front of his eyes. Hu Qingtian raised his head in horror and saw Zhang Junyan looking down at him, his eyes were full of sarcasm and countless hatred.

"Going to run?" Zhang Junyan kicked up, not only broke his ribs, but also shook his internal organs to bleed out.

Hu Qingtian's mouth and nose were filled with the smell of blood, and he roared, "If you have the ability, kill me!"

"Kill you? How can it be so easy." He kicked again, directly breaking his wrist.

"Ah!" Hu Qingtian yelled in pain, his facial features were completely twisted into a ball, his expression was as pained as he wanted, "You trash! No matter how arrogant you are, you are still a dead trash!"

A terrifying killing intent surged in Zhang Junyan's eyes, and when he raised his hand, Hu Qingtian's body sucked in uncontrollably.

He held Hu Qingtian Zhu's neck tightly with one hand, his eyes were so fierce that he was about to tear him apart, and the evil spirit in his body was like a thousand troops, which made people frightened, "Brother, we have to settle the accounts between us carefully."

His hands tightened suddenly, even his knuckles were crackling, looking at Hu Qingtian's painful and hideous face, "Don't worry, I won't let you die."

Hu Qingtian's pupils were terrified, and he spoke with difficulty, "You, what do you want to do..."

"I will abolish your cultivation, crush your body, cut off your tongue, cut off your limbs, and let you live like this forever."

Hu Qingtian's heart seemed to be tightly suppressed by a mountain, and he couldn't breathe. "You might as well kill me!"

Hearing this, Zhang Junyan laughed out loud, with a contemptuous tone, "Brother, stop joking, you are most afraid of death, even if I torture you like this, you dare not die. After all, you are afraid that the people you kill will be waiting in hell you."

As he said that, he threw Hu Qingtian heavily on the ground, and with a clenching of his hands, a three-foot long sword with a black evil spirit protruded from the void!

"What the hell are you!?" Hu Qingtian's eyes were cracked, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

Zhang Junyan sneered, "Do you know why that old thief won't let me practice?" As he spoke, a captivating smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Because I was born with a devil's bone."