I'll be the villain. [Putting through the book]

"Going away?" In the yard, "Lingfeng" stood with his hands behind his back and asked coldly.

Luo Yusheng nodded, "Let's go, I probably didn't notice anything unusual."

"Hmph. If you want me to tell you, just kill that kid and you'll be fine. Why bother acting this way?" While speaking, the black-clothed swordsman's appearance changed and he returned to his original appearance.Luo Yucheng was dressed in a fine attire, and he didn't think much of what just happened to the other party.

Luo Yusheng frowned, and did not agree with Luo Yucheng's statement, "He is a disciple of Yi Jiange after all. What's more, Yu Lu is here, can you still kill cousin's sword spirit?"

Luo Yucheng snorted coldly, confident: "Sooner or later. I will kill even his master, let alone this sword spirit with low spiritual power?"

Luo Yusheng shook his head when he heard the words, "It's thanks to their low spiritual power, otherwise I'm afraid I can't hide my shape-changing technique from big brother."

"What do you mean?" Luo Yucheng's face was a little ugly, and he felt that Luo Yusheng was mocking him.A sword cultivator with two sword patterns can only deceive these low-level spiritual powers by performing a transformation technique?

"Okay, stop arguing." Rebuke Mo suppressed the real spiritual wind, and walked out of the house.

Luo Yusheng stepped forward to investigate the situation of Lingfeng.

Lingfeng's body was stained with blood, his face was ferocious, and he let out a painful growl from time to time.The gray pupils keep zooming in and out, and the spiritual wind wanders on the border of blurred consciousness, making it difficult to wake up for a while.

Luo Yusheng frowned, showing a worried expression.

Rebuking the devil said: "This medicine is like this, and it will recover tomorrow."

"Can the spirit veins damaged by the medicine be restored?" Luo Yusheng looked at his elder brother and Ju Mo, shook his head, and said dissatisfiedly: "You shouldn't be like this. Lingfeng's talent is very good, given time..."

"You're here again!" Luo Yucheng hated his younger brother's indecisiveness the most, and he asked back: "If he doesn't use medicine to forcibly improve his cultivation, can he beat Shen Zhuo?"

Luo Yusheng was silent.

Luo Yucheng continued: "You have been in Qizong all year round, and you don't even know how difficult our life in Yijiange has become. You know, we have recruited about two hundred disciples this year! If we wait a few more years, Yijiange I'm afraid that even the power of the Sword Sect will be lost. My father is in seclusion and doesn't care about things. As a son, I can't say anything about him. But you, an outer disciple, why should you talk about the mountain and point fingers? Are you worthy?"

"But I left Yijiange, not because of..." Luo Yusheng was a little angry, but before he finished a sentence, his voice became quieter.He lowered his head, waved his hand and said, "Forget it. Just think it out for yourself, I don't care. I'll go back to Nanlu when the Spirit Sword Conference is over."

"Get out early, it's better to go overnight." Luo Yucheng flicked his sleeves and left the yard.Before leaving, he tossed the mess to Exorcist: "You take care of Lingfeng, and wipe off the traces of Lingfeng's madness by the way, so that no one will see anything strange. I'm going back to sleep."

"Really, this little thing can't be done well, and it will keep people safe in the middle of the night!" Luo Yucheng muttered as he pushed open the door of his bedroom.

What happened tonight should not be revealed, he removed all the servants and maidservants from the room.

There is no light in the house, it is very dark and quiet, there is no human voice, which is very different from the brightly lit and nightly singing in the past.

Luo Yucheng was not used to it, and was about to cast a spell to light up the candlestick, when a cold breath suddenly burst out from the darkness.

Before he could react, cold hands had tightly grabbed his neck.

"Oh!" Luo Yucheng waved his hands and kicked his legs, struggling violently.After his neck was pinched severely, he calmed down.

The body was pushed into the house.The door behind him creaked and shut tightly.A cold breath surged together with the darkness, enveloping him.

"You, who are you?" Luo Yusheng's voice trembled with fright, and it took him a while to remember the majesty of the young pavilion master, and threatened, "Do you know who I am? I advise you to let me go quickly, otherwise, you will be with Yijiange ...No, against the entire Sword Sect!"

"Oh, I'm so scared." A frivolous voice sounded from behind.Luo Yucheng inexplicably felt that this voice was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it.

Afterwards, he heard the human say: "But I like to be an enemy of Jianzong, not only that, I also want to be an enemy of the entire fairy sect!" tight.

Luo Yucheng choked for breath, and his face quickly turned from pale to dark purple.He was terrified, his legs were trembling, and he said intermittently: "Great Immortal...please, don't...don't kill me! I can give you whatever you want!"

"What did you call me?"

The hand that was holding the neck suddenly loosened, and the owner of the voice was obviously surprised.

Luo Yucheng breathed in the fresh air with big gulps, and before he could answer, the man laughed, very contemptuously.

"It's really interesting. The master of the dignified Yijian Pavilion, the young master, can't even tell the difference."

Demon, demon cultivator!Luo Yucheng exclaimed in surprise, "You, how did you get in here!"

Yijiange has a strict screening system and a large array of guards, and ordinary demon cultivators will definitely not be able to enter.unless……

"How did you get in 100 years ago, how do you get in now. Have you forgotten me?"

Hearing this, Luo Yucheng couldn't stand anymore, and slid directly to the ground.

"Demon... Demon Lord..."

"Oh, it's gratifying that you still remember me."

The hand on the neck finally loosened.Luo Yucheng knelt down on the ground, and slowly turned around.

The black-robed Moxiu leaned against the door and grinned at him.A stream of blood gushed out from the corner of Moxiu's mouth.

After a while, after Luo Yucheng got used to the dark environment in the house, he realized clearly that the demon cultivator in front of him was injured.

Very serious injury.The whole body was stabbed into a sieve, and blood gushed out from his body continuously, and it had already spread on the ground.

Then, Moxiu couldn't hold on anymore, leaned against the door, and slid on the ground.

Luo Yucheng knelt on his stomach, watching the blood flow to his fingertips.

The demon cultivator in front of him is so weak, if he... his blood-stained fingers slowly tightened and gradually clenched into fists.

"Oh!" A strong demonic energy surged, and Luo Yucheng seemed to be pressed down on the ground by someone pressing his head.He has only two sword patterns, so he can't resist the coercion of the most powerful man in the demon world.

"What do you want to do?" The black-robed demon cultivator looked at Luo Yucheng who was lying at his feet, and kicked his face with his feet, with a smile on his face, but his voice was frighteningly cold: "I want to take this opportunity to kill me, okay?" To invite credit to the entire fairy gate?"

"No, no, no!" Luo Yucheng wept with a sad face, "The conscience of heaven and earth, how dare I!"

"Conscience?" The black-robed devil was amused by Luo Yucheng's words, "You still have a conscience."

"I... um!" With just one word, the cold shoe upper was stuffed into Luo Yucheng's mouth.

The foot crushed his jaw, exerting force constantly, as if trying to tear his mouth apart and tear it apart.

A cold voice came from the top of the head, "Even if the deity is seriously injured now, it is not something like you that can resist. Understand?"

"Understood... um! I understand!" Luo Yucheng burst into tears instantly, his body trembled, and the first part of his robe was wet.

The sound of pattering water is particularly prominent at night.

The black-robed Moxiu was startled, showing disgust on his face, and hurriedly put his feet back, gritting his teeth and crawling to sit elsewhere, regardless of his weak body that was bleeding to the extreme.

The coercion on his body suddenly decreased, Luo Yucheng stood up tremblingly, kneeling like a dog, not daring to have any other thoughts.

The room was quiet for a while.Luo Yucheng quietly raised his head and looked at the demon cultivator.

The black-robed Moxiu hugged his feet, carefully checking to see if there were any other water stains other than the blood.

Fortunately, no.However, it's still disgusting.

An invisible force struck Luo Yucheng.

In an instant, Luo Yucheng was overturned by a huge force and rolled twice on the ground.

All internal organs seemed to be shattered by this huge force, Luo Yucheng spat out blood suddenly, but he didn't dare to just lie on his back like this, immediately endured the pain, propped himself up, and knelt down again.

"Do you know what I'm here for?" After a while, the black-robed Moxiu spoke again.

Luo Yucheng immediately shook his head, and felt that he was not very loyal at the end, and immediately said: "Your Majesty Mozun, no matter what it is, I will do as you ordered!"

"I don't have any orders." The black-robed demon cultivator smiled miserably, and said softly: "I'm just here to help you, Young Pavilion Master. It's like pulling your father from the suzerain position 100 years ago. I know You are worrying about Shen Zhuo, so I am here to help you. Of course, helping you is also helping myself. The living environment in the devil world is getting worse. I want to destroy Taodu and expand the living space for my babies. Zhuo Zai, I really can't chew on this hard bone."

Hearing what happened a hundred years ago, Luo Yucheng had a momentary expression of remorse, but it quickly disappeared.He raised his head and asked obsequiously, "What does the Demon Lord want to do?"

"No." The black-robed Moxiu pointed at the hole in his body, "The bureau has been laid out. However, there are still some finishing tasks, and I need to ask the young pavilion master for help."

"Okay! It's not helping, this is what I should do." Luo Yucheng nodded hastily, "Whether it's going up the mountain of swords or down into the sea of ​​fire, I will do it!"

"Okay, Young Pavilion Master is really a cheerful person that is rare in this fairy school." The black-robed demon cultivator said, and took out two porcelain bottles from his arms and threw them to Luo Yucheng.

"This is?" Luo Yucheng caught it with both hands, a little puzzled.

"Didn't you arrange a sword cultivator to challenge Shen Zhuo? Your few pills alone are useless." The black-robed demon cultivator explained: "The white porcelain bottle is full of love flowers and nectar. I made a special trip to let the demon emperor The scent is gone. Without the scent, the love flower poison can only take effect when it sees blood. You apply it on the sword to repair the sword wound, or find other ways, so Shen Zhuo must see the blood. Do you understand?"

When Shen Zhuo was mentioned, the black-robed Moxiu's tone became less comfortable.

"Understood!" Luo Yucheng nodded immediately, and instantly felt that he and this demon cultivator felt a little bit of the same enemy. He raised his head and asked in a low voice: "Demon Venerable wants to break his ruthless way?"

Hearing the words, the black-robed Moxiu chuckled, "It stands to reason that it should be broken tonight. It's just that I like double insurance when I do things."

Luo Yucheng didn't know what happened, and didn't dare to ask, so he picked up another porcelain vase and asked, "Then this is?"

"The green one is the spiritual marrow. The bone marrow of the ancient demon god."

Demon god bone marrow?Luo Yucheng had never heard of this term.

36 There are thousands of gods and Buddhas in heaven, but only monsters have no gods of their own.Therefore, the entire world of cultivating immortals said that the way of magic is the path of degeneration, because there is no possibility of magic cultivators becoming gods.

The black-robed Moxiu didn't explain to Luo Yucheng what the devil's bone marrow was, only its purpose.

"Just like its name, Transforming Spirit Marrow, Transforming Spirit Marrow, all spirits in the world will be eroded and melted by it, and the spiritual power of the melted spirit will be tripled to feed back to the master."

"What, what?" Luo Yucheng didn't dare to think that there is such a thing in this world.

"Ham, didn't you just say it. Your pills can't make that sword cultivator have the power to fight Shen Zhuo at all. But it can transform the spirit marrow." Speaking of this, the black-robed demon cultivator paused, as if suddenly remembering, and asked : "The sword cultivator you arranged should have a sword spirit, right?"

"Yes, there are!" Luo Yucheng said: "He cultivated the ruthless way, and he had a sword spirit very early. The spiritual power of that sword spirit is not low, and it is on par with the master."

"Ah! That's great!" The black-robed demon cultivator clapped his palms and laughed, "With these triple guarantees, Shen Zhuo will be half disabled even if he doesn't die. After that, the sword cultivator disappeared together with Shen Zhuo, who would dare to fight with your sword sect?" Challenge, who wouldn't dare to put Yi Jiange in their eyes?"

Luo Yucheng also laughed, as if he had forgotten the humiliation just now, and said repeatedly: "Thank you, Demon Lord, thank you Demon Lord!"

With this spiritual marrow, the power of the spiritual wind will be infinitely close to that of a god.

And he can also...

"Okay, I'm leaving." The black-robed magician stood up, and a blood-red magic circle formed under his feet and spun.

The black-robed Moxiu disappeared, and before leaving, he said: "Clean the house, don't let the Exorcist find out that I helped you, otherwise, he should not send you spiritual power."

"Okay!" After the demon cultivator left, Luo Yucheng tightly held the green porcelain bottle in his hand, with a look of madness. After a while, he murmured: "With this spiritual essence, why do I need spiritual wind?" Keep it up! Hahahahaha, I am no longer a waste with two sword patterns."

A red light lit up outside Luo Yucheng's house, and the black-robed demon cultivator looked at Luo Yucheng who was in a half-mad state, and smiled with satisfaction.

This is not a game against Shen Zhuo at all.However, Shen Zhuo hurt him, and he wanted to take revenge in a small way.

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