Why do I become a villain every time I time travel

Chapter 242 The Villainous Husband of the White Lotus 12
The undead tree will bloom and bear fruit every 5000 years. The branches of the undead tree are excellent materials for making treasures. The flowers of the undead tree can be used to refine various top-quality magic pills. Cultivation can also directly increase the lifespan of thousands of years. Such a genius treasure is also ranked first in the star-moon world, and it has always been priceless.

The Blood River Sect is indeed an indistinct local tyrant sect, Yan Qinghuang really wanted to take it as his own, but unfortunately, the reality does not allow it, alas!
What a sad story.

Spring goes to autumn, flowers bloom and fall, and it has been a hundred years in a blink of an eye.

In the Blood River Sect, on Dujie Peak, Yan Qinghuang sat in a black robe and closed his eyes on the ancient evil altar full of bones.

The originally cloudless sky was now changing color, with endless dark clouds rolling in from all directions, and finally gathered at one point, forming a dark vortex of calamity clouds.

The white light suddenly appeared, and the purple thunder and lightning hit Yan Qinghuang's head. Accompanied by the purple thunder and lightning, it was the inviolable power of heaven and earth and the rules of the road. The lightning flashed and thundered in the robbery cloud, and more powerful thunderstorms were constantly being accumulated, Yan Qinghuang Like a statue, she sat motionless on the eternal evil altar, as if the person who crossed the catastrophe was not herself.

In a hundred years, Yan Qinghuang has gone from establishing the foundation of the immortal root to the great achievement of the Nascent Soul, and now he is crossing the catastrophe of the god of transformation.

Different from other immortal cultivators, Yan Qinghuang followed the ghouls who were immortal and did not enter the six realms of reincarnation. He also paid attention to a body that became a demon and was not in the three realms and six realms.

Since ancient times, demon cultivators have been unable to overcome the catastrophe, and Yan Qinghuang is naturally no exception. Seeing the terrifying power of the sky that seems to destroy the world, all the old demons of the Blood River Sect are trembling.

The Blood River Sect, which has been passed down for less than tens of thousands of years, has a lot of old demons who transform gods. The catastrophe of each old demon is not easy, but it is the first time for the old demons of the Blood River Sect who are as terrifying as Yan Qinghuang See you.

Demon Venerable Huangquan looked at Huanghuang Tianwei on Dujie Peak, his face was as stable as an old dog, but his heart was full of shocks, it was not Lei Jie at all, it was heaven and earth cleaning up Yan Qinghuang, a non-reincarnation alien, she His apprentice, I am afraid that he will be folded here.

Amidst the uneasiness of the old demons, Yan Qinghuang forcibly carried down ninety-nine 81 thunderbolts with his flesh and blood. Just when everyone thought that the robbery cloud was about to disperse, a powerful thunderbolt the size of a bucket fell on the ground in an instant. On Yan Qinghuang's head.

The power of destruction was raging in Yan Qinghuang's body. Yan Qinghuang, who had experienced strong winds and waves, still couldn't face it calmly. The oppressive power of this world was too strong. Heavenly Dao seemed to reject her as an outsider. It is more accurate to be very repulsive.

The Eternal Evil Altar, which was piled up with white bones, was exuding a faint green light at the moment. Through the Eternal Evil Altar, Yan Qinghuang had a glimpse of some secrets. It was only then that Yan Qinghuang knew why the aura of this world was declining day by day, and at the same time I also know why the catastrophe of the evil way of cultivation is so difficult.

The so-called Dao Ascension is actually cultivating talents for the Upper Realm, using the resources in the Small Thousand Realm to ascend to the Dao and Ascension, and it will never return. The more you ascend, the more resources you will take away. The aura that has been replenished is not enough for the small thousand world to fit between the teeth, so the small thousand world is getting more and more downcast, while the big world is full of talents and resources, so the little thousand world's aura is not getting less and less Strange.

This is why the aura in this world is getting less and less and declining.

As for why the heavenly tribulation of evil cultivators is so difficult, apart from too little merit (the merit here refers to the contribution to the world, not to helping mankind, there is no such thing as merit in helping mankind.), the biggest reason is that , The Xing-Moon Realm is a small world of cultivating immortals under the jurisdiction of the Immortal Realm. It is easier for monks who yearn for the two realms of immortals and gods to get promoted. The magic way itself is opposed to the Immortal Realm. He was not seen by heaven.

After knowing this, Yan Qinghuang pinched the magic formula with his hands, operated the eternal heart-eating array, and at the same time threw a piece of energy heart he had obtained in the universe into the robbery cloud.

Yan Qinghuang has already felt the determination of this world to kill her, but waiting for death has never been Yan Qinghuang's style, even if it is a struggle to die, it must be a struggle, right?
Yan Qinghuang is like a crazy gambler. She is betting that the Heavenly Dao of this world will make a deal with her. After all, any intelligent creature would not wish to make wedding dresses for others all day long, even if it is the Heavenly Dao , There will also be selfishness to protect one's own world.

The robbery cloud rolled, and the second real killing thunderbolt failed to fall, Yan Qinghuang had a treacherous smile on his lips, she - she won the bet, and the way of heaven is indeed selfish.

With his right hand raised above his head, with three fingers together and palms facing outward, Yan Qinghuang looked up at Jieyun, his lips moved quickly, as if he was saying something, but no one could hear him clearly.

In the Wuji sect, Xuan Cang's eyelids twitched wildly on Luojian Peak, and the ominous premonition in his heart became more and more intense, and the feeling of imminent disaster could not be lingered.

In Dayan Sect, a group of Nascent Soul Elders stood in front of Zhou Tianxing's dipper, looking at the chaotic secret, frowning tightly. Such a dim secret had never appeared in tens of thousands of years. I don't know what happened to make the sky so chaotic.

It cannot be speculated, it cannot be calculated, even the hidden connection between Dayan Sect and the upper realm has come to an abrupt end, and there is no more news, and even the true god Huashen in the sect is helpless. one slice.

three days later

The Blood River Sect crossed the Jiefeng Peak, the clouds of robbery dispersed, and the sky was full of rays of light. Yan Qinghuang volleyed down the Dujie Peak in the face of the colorful rays of light, and the disciples of the Blood River Sect shouted in unison:

"Congratulations to Demon Lord Xuanming for successfully crossing the catastrophe, and congratulations to Demon Lord for being promoted to Transformation God."

"Congratulations to Demon Lord Xuanming for successfully crossing the catastrophe, and congratulations to Demon Lord for being promoted to Transformation God."

"Congratulations to Demon Lord Xuanming for successfully crossing the catastrophe, and congratulations to Demon Lord for being promoted to Transformation God."

The voice was loud and resounded throughout the Blood River Sect.

"Master, now that this disciple has advanced to become a god, it's time to repay your kindness." As Yan Qinghuang said, the world-shattering power of space-time fading could be seen when Yan Qinghuang raised his hand.

"Don't you dare~" While speaking, the evil spirit of blood covered his whole body, and Demon Venerable Huangquan mobilized his entire body of evil energy to resist Yan Qinghuang's power of time and space.

"Why don't you dare? Master, don't forget, you taught me that the strong are respected, and those who are able should live there, and you also put the soul-devouring blood curse on me, why? Master forgot so soon Already?" There was a smile on the corner of Yan Qinghuang's mouth, but all the old demons of the Blood River Sect felt their scalps go numb, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

The two Huashen Mozun were fighting, and they, the Nascent Soul, could only hide aside and tremble.

(End of this chapter)