Villain [Rebirth]

Nangong Qingzhou won three out of four rounds, pushing Jiang Cifeng to autism.

"Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs." Song Qi comforted him all the way back to the courtyard.

Jiang's face was still dark.

Song Qi put his waist in and said fiercely: "Jiang, don't be so big or small."

Jiang Cifeng turned to look at him: "What's wrong with me?"

Song Qi narrowed his eyes dangerously: "The gold master has coaxed you for a long time, and you still don't have a good face. Do you still want the other half of Longyin Mountain?"

Jiang Cifeng raised his eyebrows: "Isn't that half already mine?"

"Who said that?" Song Qi acted foolishly: "It depends on your performance. Look at you. Now you can't even beat Brother Nangong. If you don't recover from your injuries, you will be useless! I will hire other subordinates."

Jiang Cifeng raised his eyebrows and questioned: "Even if I'm abolished, you can't just give up from beginning to end, right? Where's your conscience?"

"Why can't you? I didn't give you a written statement. You are useless. What else can you do with me?"

Jiang Cifeng lowered his eyes and stared at the chubby little fat man of the Song family: "What can I do with you? Want to know?"

Song Qi didn't realize the danger, and provocatively put his hands on his hips: "Come and hit me! Come and hit..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Jiang taking a step closer, looking fierce.

Song Qi froze immediately: "Don't hit me!"

"It's late, I, a useless person, will go to the underworld with Lord Jinzhu today."

Song Qi put one hand on his chest, raised his head and stared and said, "I didn't expect Young Master Jiang to be such a narrow-minded person!"

"Then I have to let you have a taste of betraying me, don't you?" Jiang Cifeng cornered Song Qi: "In principle, I won't let my wife run off with the big demon king a second time."

Song Qi argued: "Now you are just my subordinate, not my hero anymore."

"Isn't it?"

"of course not."

Jiang Cifeng cleared his throat, and suddenly began to recite what Song Qi said to himself a few days ago——

"Jiang, I have been, since I was five years old..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Song Qi quickly covered Jiang's mouth and ordered viciously: "Don't say anything!"

Jiang Cifeng laughed, Song Qi's blushing cheeks made people want to bully him. For a moment, an evil thought flashed in his heart. He subconsciously looked around to see if there was anyone around, but was startled by a figure holding an umbrella a few steps away.

Jiang Cifeng grabbed Song Qi and stepped back a few steps.

Song Qi followed Jiang's line of sight, only to find that Song Huaixu's translucent soul was holding a yin and yang umbrella, standing silently a few steps away.

"When did you come here!" Song Qi was surprised.

Song Huaixu replied blankly, "I've been in the yard all the time."

Song Qi and Jiang Cifeng looked at each other, and immediately took a step back, keeping a distance, looking serious.

But Song Huaixu still stared at them expressionlessly.

"What are you looking at..." Song Qi had nothing to do with this soul.

It has been washed without the consciousness of an adult, like a child, who doesn't know how to read people's faces.

"It's strange." Song Huaixu looked at Song Qi suspiciously: "Why are you so happy when you quarrel with him?"

Song Qi was furious: "I'm not happy, you are talking nonsense!"

Song Huaixu tilted his head: "I can sense it."

"..." Song Qi couldn't argue with his words. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Jiang was staring at him, and immediately turned his head and ran out of the yard as if fleeing!

Song Huaixu looked blank: "What a strange child."

Half a month later, Yueyan sent disciples to Shushan, and under the leadership of Nangong Suzerain, they went to Longyin Mountain to encircle and suppress Ling Ziyi.

Ling Ziyi had been waiting on Longyin Mountain for a long time, waiting for the two great immortal sects to jointly attack up the mountain, but he didn't expect that this group of people stopped at the foot of the mountain and just surrounded Longyin Mountain.

"Do they know the secret on this mountain?" A voice like a dead leaf came from behind.

Ling Ziyi didn't look back, but replied coldly: "Impossible, only I know about this."

The people behind retorted: "I'm afraid Song Huaixu in Jiuliyuan also knows."

"Song Huaixu will not tell anyone this secret."

"I asked you to set up more soul-reversing formations at the foot of the mountain. As long as you capture a few more hostages and go up the mountain, I'm not afraid that they won't come up."

Ling Ziyi turned his head, looked at the white-haired old man with a dark blue mask behind him, and said with a wry smile: "I can still maintain the soul-reversing formation with my current body? You are not afraid that I will use up all the points you gave me before they attack you." Yangshou? If you are not satisfied with me, you can do it yourself, if you want to reap the benefits of the fisherman, you have to be patient."

The old man didn't respond, turned around and disappeared.

At noon on the second day, Ling Ziyi waited for a letter from Feiying that came down the mountain.

"Don't believe their nonsense, Song Huaixu can't take the blame for you." The masked old man appeared behind him at some point, and read the letter with him.

Ling Ziyi looked at the letter with a startled expression, and after a while he murmured: "Song Huaixu has been released."

"Just wait for them to go up the mountain, Song Huaixu will be fine." The old man warned in a majestic voice.

Ling Ziyi didn't answer, just stared at the letter.

The old man saw that he was wavering, and said in a cold voice, "Are you still willing to trust those hypocrites from Xianmen? You shouldn't make the same mistake a second time."

Ling Ziyi came back to his senses, replied "Understood" in a low voice, and walked quickly back to the house.

This letter from the Nangong family can be described as both soft and hard. It first apologizes affectionately for the mistakes of the ancestors, and promises to rectify Song Huaixu's name, revise the history books for the Dayue Dynasty, release Song Huaixu immediately, and restore his immortal status, allowing him to reincarnate in the immortal sect , do it all over again.

Then he concealed a threat, saying that Ling Ziyi's actions would implicate Song Huaixu, and if he persisted, Song Huaixu would take responsibility for the disappearance of the Dragon Shou clan and the disciples of the Yueyan Sect, and the consequences would be disastrous.

If this letter was written half a year ago, Ling Ziyi would never have considered it, but now it is different, he has completely failed.

But he refused to face the fact that he had suffered a crushing defeat, and he was unwilling to die like this.

Therefore, he borrowed half a year of his lifespan from that old man, that is, the Demon Lord of the Xuanye Sect, in an attempt to bury those Taoist priests in the chaotic gap forever.

But there is no point in doing so.

But now, this letter from Nangong gave him hope, and gave him hope to make his actions meaningful.

If he goes down the mountain and surrenders, maybe he can meet the idiot Guo Shi by the way.

For a loser, this is already a great relief.

After nightfall, he used the blood of Yumian Shura to wrap the entire villa in the soul-reversing formation, and waited for the demon king to fall into the illusion, then quickly got up and went down the mountain.

When he reached the halfway up the mountain, he could see the dots of fire below the mountain, and Ling Ziyi could almost see Song Huaixu's expression of wanting to be beaten in the firelight.

Ling Ziyi rarely showed a nervous and shy expression, but he quickened his pace.

"Have you forgotten who taught you the Mirror Mirror Reversing Soul Formation?" Suddenly came the voice of the Demon Venerable from behind.

This old man actually saw through the soul-reversing array so quickly.

Ling Ziyi didn't look back, he tiptoed, flew towards the forest path, covered his figure with the moonlight and trees, and fled down the mountain.

A bunch of purple arrows passed through the ankle, and Ling Ziyi, who flew down, fell to the ground, but he didn't bother to check the ankle wound.

As if he didn't feel any pain, he got up, stumbled and continued to run down the mountain.

The Mozun's patience was exhausted by him, so he flew over and slapped him on the back.

Ling Ziyi was hit by a palm and sank deep into the white snow, his breathing was not heavy.

He has long been used to enduring pain. Several old injuries on his body have burst, and he failed to stand up again after several attempts.

But he still didn't turn his head, as if showing contempt for the Demon Lord behind him, he slowly propped up his body, climbed to the edge of the rock, and looked indifferently at the bonfire at the foot of the mountain.

Is the stupid national teacher over there?

For more than 700 years, this was the closest he was to Song Huaixu.

All along, he thought that he would have the face to see the idiot national teacher only after he let out that bad breath.

It is only now that I realize that even if I accomplish nothing, as long as I stay close to him, I will feel such a sense of satisfaction.

"You idiot." The devil's blue mask looked like a ghost under the moonlight, he stepped on the white snow to the dying Ling Ziyi, and reprimanded him in a low voice: "I have helped you so much, but you betrayed me. "

"Help?" Ling Ziyi turned over and looked at the old man in front of him with a smile: "It's just for mutual use, it sounds so nice."

The Mozun said coldly: "Do you really think that group of people at the bottom of the mountain will make peace with you? They just want to lure you to show up! You will only die when you join them."

"Isn't it a dead end for me to go to?"

Mozun stopped talking, and looked at Ling Ziyi with a gloomy expression. He knew that this person could no longer be used, so if he let him go down the mountain, he might also agree to release Jiang Duyun and the dragon guards.

With the thought of killing, the purple light in Mozun's palm suddenly hit Ling Ziyi's vital point between his eyebrows.

Ling Ziyi watched Zijian attack, but was blocked by a white barrier three inches away.

There was a sharp collision sound, and white light shone all over Ling Ziyi's body.

Someone blocked the blow for him.

"Who's coming?" The demon king suddenly disappeared, leaving only a voice like a dead leaf echoing in the mountains.

"Ziyi? Are you not hurt?" A familiar voice sounded beside Ling Ziyi.

"Senior Brother Yang?" Ling Ziyi turned his head to look at the visitor in surprise: "Why are you here?"

The person who came was Elder Yang, one of the seven sons of Liuyue.

He jumped to Ling Ziyi's side, inspecting his injuries: "I'm here to persuade you to turn around and be right."

Ling Ziyi looked around: "Where are the others?"

Elder Yang told the truth: "They didn't allow us to go up the mountain to find you, I came up privately."

Ling Ziyi's heart skipped a beat, and he frowned and said in a low voice, "Are you looking for death alone? Go! Leave me alone!"

Elder Yang stretched out his hand to support him: "I'll carry you down the mountain, if you have any grievances, we'll discuss it after we get down the mountain."

Ling Ziyi waved his hand to open his senior brother's extended hand, and angrily said: "Get lost, you idiot! I'm not Ling Ziyi, haven't they told you yet?"

"Since it is here, let it be safe." The figure of the Demon Lord appeared next to Elder Yang in an instant, and suddenly a burst of purple energy shot out——

Yang Zhanglao started to block, took a step back, picked up Ling Ziyi and flew down the mountain.

"You run away by yourself, leave me alone!" Ling Ziyi was most cared for by Elder Yang since he was a child, and now that he was about to die, he didn't intend to take the life of Elder Yang in vain.

Elder Yang didn't say a word, he hugged Ling Ziyi tightly in his arms like holding a child.

"That old man is the Demon Lord of the Xuanye sect." Ling Ziyi scolded in despair: "You can't deal with it alone."

Instead, Elder Yang showed a look of relief, and looked down at his junior brother: "Demon Venerable forced you to do these things?"

Before Ling Ziyi had time to answer, Elder Yang staggered and rolled him to the ground, his ankle seemed to be tightly grasped by a hand.

Elder Yang looked down, and found a gloomy blue-white human hand protruding from the snow under his feet, grasping his ankle tightly. He was horrified in his heart, and just about to cut it off with his sword, he found that in the surrounding white snow, there were one after another. Countless white hands emerged...

"Walking Corpse Formation!" Ling Ziyi immediately launched a technique to suppress the hostility and buy time for Elder Yang to escape: "These are the disciples of the Yueyan Sect killed by Duan Laosan. Their cultivation has not yet dissipated, so it is difficult to deal with."

Elder Yang looked startled, looked at the countless withered hands around him, and said in a trembling voice: "These... are all us..."

"They are all disciples of your Moon Flame Sect, why don't you stay with them as well." Mozun's voice came from all directions, and it was impossible to determine where he was.

Elder Yang instinctively felt that there was a murderous aura coming from behind him, so he immediately pulled Ling Ziyi up to avoid it.

Ling Ziyi's technique was interrupted, and the resentment of the walking corpses surged, and they climbed out of the snow one by one, and grabbed the two of them.

"Qiankun Formation!" Elder Yang roared, Ling Ziyi immediately cooperated and stepped forward to form the formation.

The formation of Liuyue Qizi is flexible and changeable, one person is already unstoppable in battle, and the formation of two people can double the combat effectiveness.

The two took turns to restrain them, and it was not difficult to escape together.

It's just that Ling Ziyi is seriously injured now, so he definitely can't last for too long.

When he was dying, Ling Ziyi used sound transmission through the air to teach Elder Yang the method of opening the chaotic gap.

It's not for atonement before death, but for Elder Yang to help him release the more than 30 dragons in the chaotic gap.

This is what he promised Song Huaixu - to wait for the grievances to be resolved, and to return those dragons to freedom.

Now he can't do it, so he can only entrust it to Elder Yang.

Ling Ziyi fended off the approaching walking corpses with a sword, and looked at Elder Yang with a determined look: "These people died because of me, and I can't live because of my own crimes, Senior Brother Yang, you plan to die here to save a sinner like me, let Will the creatures trapped in Longyin Mountain never be released?"

Elder Yang was shocked.

"Come on!"

Elder Yang clenched his long sword tightly, and suddenly let out a mournful roar, knocking back a group of walking corpses, said "Take care" to Ling Ziyi, then turned around and went down the mountain alone.

The mountain has become a mess.

After discovering that Elder Yang was missing, the disciples of the Yueyan sect were furious and wanted to rush up the mountain to fight Ling Ziyi, but the disciples of Shushan tried their best to dissuade them.

When the shouts shook the sky, everyone saw Elder Yang flying back down the mountain by himself, his green robe was stained mottled with blood.

Before everyone came forward to ask, Elder Yang said eagerly: "Follow me up the mountain to save people!"

Everyone at the foot of the mountain was at a loss.

Elder Yang patiently told what happened to him just now.

"Could this be Ling Ziyi's trick?" Elder Nangong couldn't believe that the crazy prince of subjugation would suddenly change his ways.

"The two realms of immortals and demons have not fought against each other for hundreds of years. Demon Venerable keeps a low profile and has no enmity with us. Why do you want to join hands with Ling Ziyi to persecute the immortal sect?"

"Now is not the time to discuss these things." Elder Yang ordered to his disciples: "Follow me up the mountain to encircle the Demon Lord!"

Someone raised an objection: "The elder already knows the way to open the chaotic gap, I might as well just sit on the sidelines and let Ling Ziyi, the demon head and the demon venerable, kill each other. After confirming that Ling Ziyi is indeed dead in battle, go up the mountain to encircle the demon venerable, so as not to fall into his tricks .”

Elder Yang suddenly turned pale.

That's right, these people only hoped that Ling Ziyi would die without a whole body, so who would be willing to take risks to save him?

His eyes slowly swept across the faces, and finally stopped on Jiang Cifeng, and Elder Yang waved to him.

Jiang Cifeng immediately stepped forward.

Elder Yang taught Jiang Cifeng the method of opening the chaotic gap, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you memorized everything?"

Jiang Cifeng nodded.

Elder Yang also nodded, and reached out his hand to Jiang Cifeng.

Jiang Cifeng was stunned for a moment. Although Elder Yang was usually gentler than Elder Qiu, he was also taciturn and had a strict attitude. He had never been like this at this moment, like an old man in his twilight years.

Although he was not used to it, Jiang Cifeng still put his hand into the old man's palm.

"The future is all up to the young master." Elder Yang said this with tears, then withdrew his hand, took a step back, suddenly turned around and jumped, and flew back to Longyin Mountain.

"Elder Yang!"

"Elder Yang!"

It was too late to stop him, Elder Yang's figure had already disappeared into the vast snow-capped mountains.

There was a horrified silence down the mountain.

Suddenly, a disciple drew his sword and jumped out, shouting loudly: "I wish to live and die with my teacher!"

The roar of this life, submerged in the continuous snow mountains, is not very loud, but it seems to wake up the night.

"The disciple is willing to live and die with the teacher!" All the Dumen disciples stood up.

"Disciple is willing to live and die with his teacher!" Xuanmen disciple stood up right after him!

Jiang Cifeng knew that the crowd was hard to suppress, and his plan could not be carried out as usual, so he could only entrust the suzerain of Nangong to hide Song Huaixu's soul, in case he could not negotiate after being tricked.

"The disciples of the Yueyan Sect listen to the order." Jiang Cifeng held the hilt of his sword in his hand, looked at the brothers in awe, and decided to attack Longyin Mountain.

Song Qi didn't stop Jiang Cifeng, nor asked Jiang Cifeng to take him with him, because he knew that Jiang would not agree to let him take risks.

He just saw off the disciples of the Yueyan Sect in silence, then turned to look at Sirius, and asked softly: "General Sirius, do you want to stay here safely with me, or do you want to fly up the mountain with me, kill the Demon Lord, and steal Jiang's limelight?"

"Roar—" General Sirius slapped the ground with his tail anxiously!

[General Sirius wants to steal the limelight! 】