I'm the villain

Chapter 368 Dragon is a vengeful creature
"What is the immortal master asking for?" The aged emperor looked at the high-spirited middle-aged monk and asked aloud.

The talented people around him said that he couldn't beat him.At least Yuanying, such an evil cultivator who slaughtered the city, might ask for help from the Jiuque Gate, and the sword cultivators of the Jiuque Gate like to slay demons and defend the way the most.

The emperor quickly sent someone to ask for help.The mountains are high and the water is far away. I don't know when people will come.Immortal Yujian may be able to quickly.

The palace is magnificent and radiant.

Zheng Beishan's mortal sword was also bright.

This is a rusty sword that has been polished and never really drawn out of its sheath.His sword is called Mortal Sword.The vast majority of monks in the vast continent know about it.

Few people know that this is a rusty, old iron sword that is the same as that used by ordinary people in the army of the Dongsheng Dynasty decades ago.

"I beg to see the king." Zheng Beishan knelt on one knee under the surprised and terrified eyes of the emperor, bowing his head in a gesture of submission.Black air grew behind him, just like the powerful and unpredictable devil in the murals, baring its teeth and claws to expose the huge mouth of the abyss.

The black mist avoided Zheng Beishan and drifted in the direction of the emperor.

The high seat of the emperor, watching the servant girl under his feet being engulfed by the black mist, was so startled that he could not speak, his head was covered with cold sweat.

"I will do one thing instead of myself 30 years ago. In the name of mortals." Zheng Beishan raised his head and stared straight at the emperor. "What I want to do is regicide."

The monk who was over forty years old and suffered a serious injury not long ago, who had the Nascent Soul cultivation base but could not use it, walked towards the emperor piously.

Talented men and strangers fled one after another, and they saw behind Zheng Beishan, a highly skilled magician dressed in black with a smile on his face.

……

"Master, how can you do it?"

On the way back, Moxiu asked.

Zheng Beishan didn't say anything, he wouldn't tell others.He once told Bai Qing's that not everything about 'hunger'.Ziyujing caused his hunger when he was a child. What he feared was not hunger, but Ziyujing who was aloof.

What he couldn't forget was Ziyujing's magnificence, the place his master had brought him to when he was taken away from the Dongsheng Dynasty.

What I can't forget is the monarch who once sat high on the dragon chair and ordered the chef to be cracked because of his picky meals.The emperor of Ziyujing, the source of starvation.

He couldn't forget the joy on the face of the young emperor when he stepped on the prisoner.

"I'm hungry again." Zheng Beishan remembered hearing the other party say that.

From then on, when he was young, he buried this young emperor deeply in his heart. He was afraid of him, no matter how high his cultivation base was.In the illusion, what he saw was such a young emperor.

He is a cook.The cook who cooked for the violent emperor.

"Isn't it hard to do it in the illusion?" Mo Xiu smiled.

"What is Long Shu's illusion?" Zheng Beishan asked.

Moxiu looked at the monk who seemed to have aged a lot overnight, and pretended to be serious: "You."

"She wants to kill you, but the stab missed." Moxiu pointed to his shoulder blade, "Senior Sister seems to need a lot of practice."

Zheng Beishan didn't speak, and limped towards the direction of Jiuque Gate.He doesn't believe Moxiu's words, or he only believes half of them, as for which half...

Thinking of that apprentice, Zheng Beishan felt that either half would do.

Zheng Beishan in the illusion can kill; he can also be merciful to his master.

After all, he is his proud disciple, but it is a pity that his comprehension is not good.

The expression of 'my child is not very good' on his face made Moxiu feel toothache, what is this old man so proud of?Moxiu didn't understand what this monk, who was only in his 40s, thought.

"Forget it, I will give Master a ride. Master must remember to promise his disciples. It's fine if there is a senior sister above him. There can be no more junior disciples. From now on, I will be a closed disciple."

Zheng Beishan was noncommittal.

When he returned to Jiuque Gate, Bai Qing was still retreating.

Zheng Beishan stood outside for a stick of incense, and found that this disciple showed no signs of coming out, so he simply left Moxiu to his younger brother to arrange, and went to report to the head master Zhou Jiayi himself.

"The disciple killed a man."

Zhou Jiayi was playing with the tortoise shell, when he heard this, he raised his head and looked at him expressionlessly.

"Enchanted?"

"Never."

"There are so many mortals, it doesn't matter if one or two are missing. Heaven won't mind. What about those people in Ziyujing?" Zhou Jiayi kept staring at the tortoise's shell while speaking, as if the cracked lines on the tortoise's shell were better than those of his living disciples. Much more interesting.

"Moxiu. At least the transformation stage, brought back."

Zhou Jiayi put down the tortoise shell, nodded and went straight into the room where he hid his things to search.

"Do you want a magic whip?"

"There is also a whip made of dragon bones, your master's sword may be useful, and your master's magic weapon forged with a magic dragon..."

There are a lot of things, most of which are related to the Dragon Clan.Zheng Beishan stood behind the leader Zhou Jiayi, frowned and said, "The demon cultivator is going after Long Shu, he wants me to take him in as his apprentice."

"?"

Zhou Jiayi's expression cracked, and there was emotion on his face.

Someone wants to rob him of Jiu Que's disciple?This little green dragon is obedient and fierce, and has no shortcomings except that he likes to eat cranes.Moxiu dares to rob people with Jiu Que?

"Where is my sword?"

"Master, please be sober, it's the God Transformation Demon Cultivator, it can't be beaten."

"If you can't beat it, let Long Shu go. She has a strong spiritual sense, so she can just run over her, and even Huashen Moxiu will be mentally handicapped."

Zheng Beishan opened his mouth wide, he didn't expect his master to know the situation better than himself without asking about everything.Zhou Jiayi found his rusty sword from a pile of things.He asked his apprentice to draw the sword again, looked it over, and chose the sword for him.

"From today onwards, you're just getting started. Use this sword to practice your hands. When this sword breaks, ask Elder Qianjun to make a new one."

In Zhou Jiayi's mouth, the elders in the dignified door became logistics.

"Go to fight for the teacher, and if you die, you will be the master. Be optimistic about Xishui and Dongchuan, they are both good at work."

"Master, let Xishui settle down first..."

Before Zheng Beishan finished speaking, there was a loud noise in the distance.

"Not good! The mountain protection array is ruined." Zhou Jiayi rushed out directly.

"Who dares to break into my mountain gate!"

All the disciples gathered one after another, and finally found that the mountain where Elder Qianjun was located had been cut open.Zhou Jiayi left Zheng Beishan, who had not yet recovered, and headed straight towards that direction with his sword.

The inner disciples and the bolder outer disciples followed one after another.

When they got to the place, they found that Elder Qianjun's cave had not been smashed to pieces this time, but had a big hole in it.Elder Qianjun, who was dressed in rags, was sitting on a crooked tree trunk, making mudras with his hands and adjusting his breath.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a person with a broken dragon horn on his head walked out slowly.The disciples breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, but when they saw Longjiao, they instantly relaxed.

"It's Senior Sister Long Shu, she broke through again?"

Deng Xiu'er tightly grasped the long whip hanging on her waist, quietly looking at the person walking out of the smoke and dust.

"Everyone, be careful, those are not the red dragon horns of senior sister." Deng Xiu'er recognized Bai Qing's dragon horn that was cut off by Uncle Xishui's sword, and the pair of dragon horns were different from the pair now.

"All right, let's go."

Zheng Xishui's voice sounded, and he quickly walked out from the depths of the smoke, threw the things he was carrying on the ground and stepped on them.

"This thing, solved."

"Uncle Master, is this Demon Cultivator?" Deng Xiu'er was the closest, and she could clearly see the appearance of the person under Zheng Xishui's feet.

"Wrong." Zheng Xishui shook his head, then nodded slightly to his master.

He said: "It's the dead Demon Cultivator, hiccup~ I'm sorry, I'm too full. Let's leave now."

(End of this chapter)