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

Two days ago, West Pole, Demon Realm.

The black-robed Moxiu walked on the gravel path with Jianxin on his shoulders.

"Go away!"

"Don't come here!"

Panicked voices floated along the dark wind to the black-robed Moxiu.He was slightly surprised, raised his head, and followed the sound.

On the edge of the cliff not far away, an old man in ragged clothes was confronting the monsters with a wooden stick with thick arms.

After being warned by Yu Lu, the monsters calmed down a lot. Now that they saw their prey, they just chased and played with it, and didn't step forward to bite it.

Probably, this is why he can live here.Thinking so, the black-robed Moxiu retracted his gaze and continued to walk forward.He has no habit of meddling.

"Help!"

The old man saw him from afar and called out to him for help.

The black-robed Moxiu sneered, but turned a deaf ear.

Seeing that it was useless to call for help, the old man did not persist and continued to confront the monster.

The black-robed Moxiu passed the cliff and glanced at the old man with interest.From the looks of it, he was a down and out monk.

Tsk, die.The black-robed Moxiu withdrew his gaze and continued to walk forward.

The old man was still looking at him.Those cloudy old eyes were suddenly filled with hatred after seeing his face clearly.The person who was still a little timid suddenly raised his stick, rushed past the monster, and ran towards him.

The monsters were startled by the sudden uproar of their prey, and all avoided it.

The black-robed Moxiu heard the movement, and looked up in the old man's direction.

The old man ran towards him holding a stick. Because of the injury on his leg, he wobbled as he ran, looking like a dirty duck, which looked very funny.

The black-robed Moxiu didn't dodge, just stood there, and the old man approached.

"I'll kill you demon cultivators!" the old man shouted angrily, and ran to him.

"boom!"

Before the old man had time to raise his stick, he was blown away by the sudden explosion of violent demon energy.The old man's body was like a kite with a broken string, after flapping twice in the air, it hit the ground heavily.

When the monsters saw someone fighting, they scattered like birds and beasts.

The black-robed Moxiu slowly walked to the old man's side with Jian Xin on his shoulders, and stepped on the old man's chest.

There was a muffled "click", which seemed to be the sound of bone cracking.

The old man who was about to get up was stepped back on the ground by this foot, and his old face was twisted into a ball due to the severe pain.

The black-robed Moxiu bent down and said with a sneer: "Old man, you don't even look at yourself. You are just such a waste, and you dare to rush into the Demon Realm to be a hero! It's ridiculous."

"Bah!" The old man raised his head suddenly, and quenched a mouthful of blood from the black-robed Moxiu.

The black-robed demon cultivator reacted extremely quickly, setting up the barrier almost as soon as the old man moved his mouth.The filth was blocked, but the black-robed Moxiu still made a vomiting expression.

"nausea."

Seeing this, the old man showed unwillingness and cursed, "You bastards! I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"

"Hey, you hate me so much? Could it be..." The black-robed demon cultivator suddenly waved away his demonic energy, and stared at the old man carefully.

Although the old man is in a mess now, it can be seen that there is extremely deep spiritual power in his body.The fact that he is so weak now is because his meridians were deliberately cut off, causing the spiritual power to stagnate in his body and prevent him from using it freely.

The black-robed Moxiu narrowed his eyes, and suddenly asked, "Are you Luo Yusheng's father?"

The old man's face changed, and his face full of hatred was a little more embarrassing.

Seeing this, the black-robed demon cultivator suddenly covered his stomach and laughed loudly, "I didn't expect, I didn't expect, the majestic master of the Sword Sect, to be reduced to such a state. Luo Yusheng really knows how to do things, not bad!"

"No!" The old man looked flustered, covered his face with his hands, and denied, "I'm not! I'm not Luo Changfeng! I'm not the Sect Master of Jianzong!"

The black-robed Moxiu suppressed his smile, stepped on the old man's face, and his tone suddenly turned cold, "Of course you are not the master of Sword Sect now, your entire Immortal Mansion was designed and slaughtered by your good son, you are still a fart metropolitan."

Hearing the words, the old man suddenly clenched his fists, and his face, which was trampled under his feet, showed an expression of remorse.

The black-robed Moxiu looked at the old man, and suddenly remembered that he had been tricked by Luo Yusheng, and he was furious, and slowly exerted force on his feet.

"Ah!" The old man wailed in pain.

"Wait." A hand was placed on the shoulder of the black-robed Moxiu.

The black-robed demon cultivator turned his head and was taken aback for a moment: "Xiao Xueting? Didn't you get taken away by that Qi Zun?" After asking, he realized something was wrong.

The thing in front of him was indeed Xiao Xueting, but it was not a person, but a translucent human figure.

The black-robed demon cultivator hesitated and said, "□□?"

Xiao Xueting nodded, and explained: "Before I went to stop the cloud platform, I left a ray of soul in Taodu. A few days ago, I noticed the breath of Jianxin, so I came here with you. Now I am seriously injured and comatose, and I don't need my spiritual sense to take care of me." , and passed it on to this body."

"Oh." The black-robed demon cultivator responded.

Xiao Xueting looked at Jianxin on the shoulder of the black-robed Moxiu, hesitant to speak.

The black-robed demon said: "Don't worry, he's fine. The master said that he was unconscious because he was having trouble with Tao Ling."

Xiao Xueting heaved a sigh of relief.

At this time, the old man at the foot of the black-robed Moxiu scolded: "Xiao Xueting, I didn't expect you to collude with Moxiu too! By the way, it was Shen Zhuo. It must be Shen Zhuo who bewitched Yusheng, and Yusheng would do such a thing. It must be that bastard Shen Zhuo!"

Xiao Xueting looked down at the obsessed Luo Changfeng, and shook his head, not even having the desire to explain.

He sneered, and said lightly: "You Jianzong have done a lot of unrighteousness, and now you have fallen to such a point, it is your own fault."

"You put—!" The old man was about to yell, but the black-robed Moxiu sealed his mouth with devilish energy.

"Oh!" The old man struggled, listening to how the two deal with him.

The black-robed Moxiu frowned and asked: "You stopped me just now, is it because this person cannot be killed?"

"It can be killed, but not now." Xiao Xueting said: "Do you demon cultivators have magic spells to control people's souls?"

The black-robed devil said excitedly: "Yes, do you want to turn him into a living dead or a puppet?"

Xiao Xueting thought about it, and decided: "Make it a puppet. But remember, you can't let ordinary monks see the flaws."

"Don't worry." The black robe demon cultivator said: "I have learned a lot from the master in the past hundred years."

"Then let's do it." When Xiao Xueting spoke, his tone was like disposing of an ordinary waste.

"Hmm!" The old man opened his eyes wide, watching the devilish energy penetrate into his seven orifices.

Afterwards, his body seemed to be penetrated by countless bugs.Bugs built a nest in his flesh, slowly nibbling and gnawing.

"Oh!" The old man struggled in pain, blood gushed out from his seven orifices.

After about an hour, the old man calmed down.After a while, he got up from the ground and knelt down in front of the black-robed Moxiu.

"It's done." The black-robed Moxiu kicked the old man, and asked Xiao Xueting, "What do you want to use this old man for?"

Xiao Xueting said with a smile: "Use his own way to treat his own body."

At dusk, at the exit of Shiwan Dashan, the monks of various sects who had fled from the Northland were resting here.

This trip suffered heavy losses and returned without success. Everyone was holding a breath in their hearts, so the scene was very silent.

The fire was lit and made a crackling sound.The dim light illuminated the bewildered faces.

Suddenly, a young monk covered his face and sobbed softly, puzzled, "Why are we going to the Northland!"

The other monks listened and went about their work, but no one answered.

Some of them received orders from the sect, and some went there after hearing the rumors, but the end result was the same, nothing more than being tricked.

As for the person who deceived them, they more or less guessed it.

But the opponent is the strongest existence in Xianmen, if there is no evidence, no one would dare to trouble that person.

Moreover, that person has been hiding behind the scenes from the beginning to the end, and there is only Luo Yusheng in front of the stage. Even if they muster up the courage to find someone to settle accounts, they can only blame Luo Yusheng.

Stuffed, angry, but helpless.Many monks present had such emotions.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the rear, as if something had happened.

The senior monk in front heard this, stood up suddenly, and scolded: "What are you arguing about!?"

The rear is quiet.Soon, a young disciple ran forward and reported, "Brother, someone claims to be the master of the Sword Sect, Luo Changfeng!"

"What?" Many senior monks leading the team were taken aback.

Jianzong was slaughtered by the demon cultivator, and Luo Changfeng, the suzerain of Jianzong, did not show up from the beginning to the end. Everyone agreed that this person was dead.

One person ordered: "Bring it up and have a look."

Soon, the disciples brought one person up.

Many high-ranking disciples covered their noses when they saw this person, showing disgusted eyes.

"This old beggar is the master of Jianzong? Don't be kidding."

"Is there any disciple of Jianzong, find someone to recognize him!"

Soon, a surviving Jianzong disciple was pushed out.

As the disciples of Jianzong approached, a high-ranking Qi Cultivator bossed him around and said, "Go and recognize it, is it your suzerain?"

The disciple of Jianzong nodded, and stretched out his hand to grab the old man's robe.His robe was old and dirty, but the nine sword patterns on the cuffs were still clearly visible.

The eyes of this Sword Sect disciple instantly turned red, and he knelt in front of the beggar-like old man, calling out, "Sect Master!"

The old man laughed loudly after hearing this, and repeated: "I am the Sect Master of Jianzong!"

"Is he... crazy?" One person asked with a frown.

"It should be. The sect was slaughtered, and his meridians were severed from his appearance. If he is not crazy, he may not be able to survive. Sect Master Luo Changfeng, the former son of heaven." The one-year-old monk said.

After hearing this, everyone looked at the old man with a different look, and there was a bit of pity in their disgust.They asked the disciples to help the old man to sit down, and then surrounded him and asked how he fell into such a field.

The old man has gone crazy, no matter how everyone asks, the words "I am the master of Jianzong" come and go.

Everyone exhausted their patience and shook their heads and sighed.

Suddenly, the old man covered his face and began to cry. He seemed to wake up, and said in pain, "It was Luo Yusheng, it was Luo Yusheng who slaughtered Jianzong with monsters."

"How can Luo Yusheng control monsters?" Everyone asked.

The old man said: "Because behind him is Ji Xuanqing! Ji Xuanqing is not human at all!"

"What? Qi Zun is not a human being?" Many of the monks present were Nanlu Qi Cultivators. Hearing this, his face was very ugly. Just as he was about to ask again, the old man turned into a madman again.

Seeing this, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Suddenly, a high-ranking monk said: "Everyone quickly pack your bags and return to the sect. We have to gather disciples, go to Xuanqing Temple, and ask Qi Zun for clarification."

"You're kidding, that's Qi Zun." Quite a few Qi Cultivators showed embarrassment.Together with fellow practitioners, they can better understand Ji Xuanqing's horror.

"It is because of this that we have to unite and find the truth together." The monk persuaded: "If what the lord of Jianzong said is true, then Qi Zun must have a way to control monsters. When everyone was in the North, everyone We have faced monsters before, and those things are a hundred times more difficult than demon cultivators. If we don't unite and let people defeat them one by one like a Buddhist sword sect, will we still have a way out?"

"Can……"

"But what's the matter!" A grumpy monk got up and said, "You don't go to our Donglu monks. The fairy gate is about to change, and you Nanlu monks are still here chattering! What's more, we are just asking The truth, if there is no problem with Qi Zun, would it make things difficult for me?"

……

On the cliff not far away, Xiao Xueting heaved a sigh of relief watching the monks return to the sect one after another to recruit people.

"I have to go back to my real body." He turned to the black-robed demon cultivator and said, "Take Jianxin back to the demon world."

Nanlu, Xuanqingguan.

The voices outside the valley are getting louder and more complicated.

Ji Xuanqing looked at Xiao Xueting, smiled and said: "Xueting, I underestimated you."

Xiao Xueting coughed softly, and said calmly: "Take advantage of the situation, each other."

Seeing him coughing, Ji Xuanqing frowned slightly, and after a while said in a deep voice: "But you miscalculated. Xue Ting, apart from you, the creatures in this world are meaningless to me."

"If they dare to come, I will dare to kill them. Moreover, the Dao of Heaven will not touch me in the slightest."

"Do you know why?"

Xiao Xueting stared at him firmly.

Ji Xuanqing opened and closed his thin lips slightly, and said slowly: "Because, I am the creator of this world. Except for the three fallen gods, you and other creatures are my creations. As the creator, I have the right to obliterate disobedient creations. "

"This is the privilege of being a born god."

"We are beings favored by heaven."

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