The protagonist died in battle?save the world by my villain

When Qin Lan arrived at the Killing Mountain, Hong Yu had already cleaned it up for him.

"Little friend, go up quickly. There is a place above that is dedicated to understanding the way of killing. There are still more than 50 days. You should understand it first. If it is not enough, we will move this mountain to Canglan later. When the time comes, when do you think?" Go whenever you want."

Listening to Hongyu's words, Qin Lan bowed gratefully, "Thank you, senior, for your success!"

Hong Yu didn't speak, he patted Qin Lan on the shoulder, gave him an encouraging look, and then withdrew.

Turning to look at the majestic mountains, a climbing ladder extends from the foot of the mountain to the clouds.

He didn't use Taoism to fly up, but chose to walk up the steps.

Along the way, on both sides of the road, there are many fresh corpses, but more are wreckage and bones. I don't know how many years they died here.

Every time you take a step up, the murderous intention will increase by one point.

Qin Lan's long hair was loose, and the tip of the hair began to turn white.
On the mountain climbing road, there was the smell of blood everywhere, filled with the atmosphere of killing, and Qin Lan became more and more intoxicated with the urging of Qin Lan's killing source.

This is the holy place for killing, but it is a pity that it is too clean. It would be more perfect if we could kill a few people to add to the fun.

As the murderous intent skyrocketed, at the beginning, he only stepped up one step at a time, but when he reached the back, he took a light step, and when he reappeared, he was already above ten thousand steps.

And the black hair on his head had completely turned white, and it was automatic when there was no wind, his eyes were scarlet, and murderous intent filled the air.

After walking for two days, I finally reached the top of the mountain. On it, there is only a black boulder, exuding the charm of the avenue.There are three red characters engraved on the stone—asking to kill the stone

There is a blood palm print under the word.

Qin Lan put his handprint on the palm print, and the killing essence in his body was directly stimulated, and then he was sucked into the boulder.

After entering, I found that it was a bloody space, full of wronged souls.

After discovering the person coming, the souls wandered around and asked questions at the same time.

"Why kill?"

Hearing this and thinking of Shishi's name, Qin Lan understood that he was asking questions and testing the way.

"Qin has practiced for 9 years, and he believes that he has slaughtered countless creatures in order to enter the Tao."

"Killing is the act, killing is the law, and killing is the way. Absolute spirit, death, death, life returns to zero, soul extinguishes. This way is the ultimate, cutting the future is the end."

"This is Qin's killing."

Qin Lan's voice floated in the space, and about [-]% of the wronged souls entered his body as the origin of killing. Immediately, the original source soared with his cultivation base, and went straight to the middle stage of Kongyuan.

If anyone from the world of killing prisons sees this scene, they will be shocked. According to the records of this world before, only half of the innocent souls entered the body after the first question.

Most of them are only about half of them, besides, whoever can come here is not a genius.

Seeing that Qin Lan had finished absorbing it, all these souls asked together, "Where did the killing come from?"

Qin Lan couldn't help recalling the first time she killed someone.

Back then, I was still a little beggar running all over the street...

On winter nights, he curled up in a corner, his hands and feet were swollen from the cold, but he didn't dare to sleep. The old beggar taught him that if he fell asleep, he might never wake up again, but his consciousness still blurred.

When he woke up again, he was in a thatched hut with his hands and feet bound.A man brought him a bowl of porridge. The hot porridge made him hungry for two days. His stomach was desperate, and now he just wanted to fill it.

On the smiling face of the man, he saw the appearance of his dead father, crying while eating.

I just heard the man say while feeding, "Don't cry, don't cry, if you beg for food like this, you will starve to death sooner or later. It is a miracle that you can live till now."

"Hurry up and eat, you can survive when you are full, and then a certain family will teach you how to beg."

Qin Lan hit Xiao Conghui, he immediately heard something was wrong.Thinking of those little beggars with severed arms and legs, he couldn't understand that this was entering a den of thieves.

It happened that someone was calling the man outside. The man put down the porridge, stroked his little head, got up and walked out.

After drinking some porridge, he regained some strength. He rolled to the fire with great difficulty and burned the rope in his hand. Although he was hurt by the flames, he still held back his cry.

The thief's knife was still in the hut, so he picked it up and hid behind the door.

The moment the thief pushed open the door, a white light flashed, and the knife stabbed straight into the stomach.

He was only 13 years old at that time.

The man never thought that he would be killed by a beggar, just as Qin Lan never thought that his first fortune was obtained by killing people.After looting the man's belongings, he obtained the most important thing in his life, a white jade hairpin.

"The reason why a certain family killed people in the first place was very simple, to survive, to live with dignity, and to live better."

After hearing Qin Lan's answer, another [-]% of the grievances turned into the source of killing and melted into his body.

These killings entered the body, and Qin Lan's strength rose again, directly reaching the peak of Kongyuan in the middle stage, one step away from the late stage.

The rest of the wandering souls then asked, "Why kill?"

Recalling the 9 years of cultivating the Tao, Qin Lan laughed out loud.

"Why kill? To fight for your life! Fight for your life against people, fight for your life against injustice, fight for your life against heaven!"

"Living beings are small and don't know it. They take pleasure in oppressing each other. Qin doesn't want to be oppressed, so he can only kill. Killing is for life, for his own life!"

Qin Lan's voice shook the entire space, and another [-]% of the innocent souls turned into the source of killing and entered the body.

Qin Lan's cultivation base skyrocketed again, and this time, he directly reached the peak of Kongyuan's late stage.

Going forward is Dzogchen, and after that is Half Saint.

After the house was demolished, in less than seven years, from the late stage of Kongjie to the late stage of Kongyuan, there was a whole big jump in realm.

Like a dream.

Sure enough, another way to get rich is demolition.

At the end of the three questions, Qin Lan came out of the bloodstone space, meditated on the spot, and began to realize the benefits and stabilize the realm.

In the seventh-order world on the other side, the five major sects have been wiped out, and the existing resources are basically robbed. Currently, they are looking for ore, mining, picking precious medicine, and cutting down sacred trees all over the world.

Hong Yi and another Qin Lan were sitting side by side, watching the millions of monks digging for source stones below.

Suddenly, Hongyi noticed that Qin Lan was being promoted next to him.

What's the matter, we sat together, why did you get promoted?Let's do it from the beginning to the end.

Why is there no movement in my cultivation base? Is it because my posture is wrong?
Following Qin Lan's posture, Hong Yi posed for meditation in exactly the same way.

Sensing the movement of the red dress, and then thinking of the majestic Kongyuan Da Neng, who has lived for more than [-] years, Qin Lan couldn't help laughing seeing her crazily imitating herself.

"What are you laughing at? Why did you suddenly break the mirror two steps in a row?"

The red-clothed Xiumei frowned slightly, unable to suppress the doubts in her heart, she stared at Qin Lan and asked questions.

"Haha, it's a secret."

Qin Lan rarely laughed.

"You have so many secrets."

Hongyi pursed her mouth and said something, stood up, walked in front of Qin Lan, folded her hands behind her back, and bent down to stare into his eyes.

"You said that we are like-minded people, and I told you everything about me. Now I want to hear your story. At least tell me how you two met."

Seeing him shut up, Hong Yi walked behind Qin Lan and shook his shoulder.

"Just tell me..."

Qin Lan shook his head helplessly, and he compromised to Hong Yi, who was acting like a little girl.But yes, perhaps the only one who can understand him is the one in front of him.

For that story, he began to confide for the first time in 9 years.

"I have known her since I was 13 years old. I was a little beggar at that time, but she is an aristocrat in the three major families of Hongye City. Even if she is a concubine, she is not something that a little beggar like me can compare with."

"Wow, you two knew each other when you were mortals."

Hong Yi couldn't help sighing, since she was born in a family of cultivators, she naturally didn't understand the affairs of the mortal world.

Qin Lan didn't pay attention to it, and just talked to herself.

"At that time, I ran out of money, so I took a white jade hairpin and planned to go to a pawn shop to exchange some silver taels to fill my stomach..."

During Qin Lan's 9 years of cultivation, he recalled that scene countless times.

On a street corner, a richly dressed 14-year-old girl stopped a beggar.

"Hey! Can you sell me the hairpin in your hand?"

I was worried that I would go to the pawn shop, and it would be difficult to answer when people asked me why, but now someone asked for it directly, Qin Lan was overjoyed, and hurriedly answered.

"Of course, how much do you plan to pay?"

How did he know the price of the hairpin at that time, so he could only ask first.

The girl's face was like a peach blossom, her eyebrows were like green smoke, and her mouth was like a cherry, which made the young Qin Lan's heart beat endlessly.

The girl's face was troubled, and she searched her body, holding more than twenty taels of silver in her two small hands, and said weakly: "I only have this little, you can see if it's enough."

Qin Lan, who thought he could only sell three or four taels, suddenly opened his eyes wide. He had never seen so much silver, and he only found one or two from Ren Yazi. He helped him through this winter and warmed up in spring. When it was time, it was over.

This silver is enough for him to eat and use for several years.

"Girl, there are too many, twelve taels is enough."

Seeing the distressed look of the girl in front of him, he only took half of it.

After the girl received the hairpin, she smiled and said crisply: "Brother, you are so kind, what do you do?"

Qin Lan, who was facing the girl for the first time, had blushing cheeks, and the young man became angry, and said boldly: "I am a wanderer who travels around the rivers and lakes."

When the girl heard this, her eyes seemed to glow.