I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

The cold rain was pricking on the body like needles. At this moment, the cliff of Fu Lai Gui was full of people. The new head of Qinglong Taoist Palace and all the elders under his disciples were guarding outside the altar as if facing a formidable enemy.

They saw a golden magic circle rising up on the nine-story high platform that could cover the sky. They also knew that a demon of unknown origin was doing whatever he wanted in their forbidden area, but what could be done? The world was in turmoil and the yin and yang were going back. Who could break through it? This secret art of life-and-death struggle reveals the harsh will of God.

Dark clouds covered the sun, and the cold mist brought by the cold rain washed away the color of everything, stirring up the faint white smoke. And in this mountain color of black and white, a red shadow rushed up from the rugged path at the foot of the mountain, becoming the only red in the world.

"Who are you? You can't pass the danger ahead!"

Someone came out of the rain and was soaked to the skin. Under the messy hair, a pair of green eyes looked over, full of despair and sadness.

With a clang, the sword of the disciple guarding the mountain collided with the sword of the incoming man. The light sword fell to the ground with a quicksand, and the man in red had already broken in.

"What is that? Is it a human or a ghost? Why can he go in? The altar and the formation are ineffective against him?"

The new head of the Qinglong Taoist Palace was greatly horrified. He could not imagine how many other people in the world could be killed in the vortex of demonic energy and spiritual power. The figure flashed past and disappeared without a trace. Could it be that he had already He was crushed to pieces by the strong wind.

"Is it possible that there is another saint in this world?" Some people lamented that the world is changing like the wind and clouds, and heroes are like the crucian carp crossing the river.

"No, that person doesn't even have half of his spiritual power. Maybe he's just a mortal." The young disciple guarding the mountain said in a daze. He looked at the blood-stained long sword in his hand, and suddenly realized that he had blocked it casually just now. The man was beheaded.

……

As soon as Liangce stepped onto the altar, he felt a bloody smell hit his face. He approached the person standing in front of the stone tablet and glanced at the heaven-defying fate-changing formation rising above his head due to Yu Huaiyin.

I saw that the world was vast and the altar was high. A person standing under this dangerous wall looked very small.

"What can I do?" Liangce had already approached the bloody man. He hadn't seen him for a month and found that Yu Huaiyin had lost a lot of weight. He couldn't help but smiled bitterly and said: "Ayin, you really shouldn't have left me alone. The people ran away. The people you want to save are also my old friends and friends. Let me help you. I am also qualified to cut out their bones and flesh."

A hollowed-out body was reflected in Liangzhi's pupils. His eyes caressed the wounds inch by inch and saw the densely packed small characters on them. He tried to count in detail and remember the names and fates on it, but there were too many ancient characters that shone with pale golden light. He just glanced at it in a hurry and was burned by the secret, and his eyes were filled with blood, covering his eyes. Most of the sight.

Yu Huaiyin noticed someone walking over and heard the familiar voice. He raised his head with great effort and shook his head to Liangchi, which was an answer to the question he just asked. Because he had finished what he wanted to do, he broke it with his own hands. The situation between them is incompatible with life and death, and the birds escape from the cage. It is easy to survive if the road is fragrant, and cherish the good days.

"This, it doesn't hurt." Yu Huaiyin used his sleeves to cover his chest that had been cut open by himself, covering his cold internal organs and white ribs.

He was probably stung by the ugly smile on Liangce's face, so he gave a brief demonstration, and a relieved and gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to say something more, but suddenly a wave of sadness came over him, and he was instantly overwhelmed. his five senses.

No, at this last moment, he did not have a clear conscience as he imagined, because Yu Huaiyin had failed others in his life.

One is his mother Yin Le, a tenacious woman who endured ten months of pregnancy and childbirth before bringing him into this world. He knew he was in trouble but did nothing to save her, making it difficult for him to repay his deep kindness in raising her.

The other one is his disciple, and he is also the person he keeps close to his heart. Between them...

The past events were vivid in his mind, Yu Huaiyin frowned, and he burst into tears. Liangzhi tried his best to see the teardrops, and when the tears fell down, a name flashed by.

The word "good book" is engraved under Yu Huaiyin's eyes. It is the place where tears first flow when a person cries. It is the unfinished lovesickness in this life.

"So you put me here." When his sight was completely taken away by the overflowing red, Liangce rushed forward to embrace the only bright moon that belonged to him in his life that he could not keep.

But he missed it, and at the same time, a black broken blade cut through the sky. It was a fragment of the invisible sword. It was once abandoned by the owner, but now he felt the same way and wanted to keep that transformation. The figure of Jiehui.

Yu Huaiyin disappeared, and it seemed that such a person had never appeared on the altar. There was only a pool of dried blood on the ground that even the rain could not wash away.

Liangce's hand passed through the void. He couldn't catch a person who didn't exist in the first place, but he held the broken sword that flew towards him. The blade fell into his palm with an unyielding momentum. Lifting his entire body away.

A touch of red fell to the ground. Liangce couldn't bear the force of the blow. When he fell to the ground, he vomited a large mouthful of blood and passed out. He closed his eyes and everything became quiet in the heavy rain.

……

It is the fourth day of the fifth lunar month in the 496th year of the celestial calendar. Three months have passed since Xue Ji caused chaos in the immortal world.

Liangce was seriously injured in this battle and was on the verge of death. When he woke up, the snow outside the window had already melted, and it was the time when pear blossoms were in full bloom and his eyes were filled with bright white.

Accompanied by the noise of the disciples gathering in the martial arts field when Siming Dao Palace got up in the morning, Liang Ce also got up early. He first took out a plain white brocade garment that glowed with fine snowy silver and put it on. Covered in a red owl-colored Tencel gauze, this dress is thin, light, clean and neat, which has always been in line with the owner's taste. Because he has excellent bones and full spiritual power since he was a child, he is most afraid of heat.

After getting dressed, Liangce remembered that today was a good day for him to go to the Immortal Realm to negotiate with Lan Yin, the new Holy Lord of the Demon Clan, to negotiate a truce and peace between the two realms. He, the acting leader of the Immortal Alliance, had once rescued the little snake demon in Qixing Town. He and Lan were old friends, so the demon world asked him by name to be the peacemaker.

"Don't waste the time." Liangce called the invisible sword in his hand and rushed to the Zhengqi Hall.

He moved his steps, and a black fragment of a broken sword fell out from his waist. Liangce lowered his head and saw that the material of this object was very similar to that of the invisible sword. He was curious and reached out to summon the broken blade and put it in front of him. identify.

"It really looks like..." He has been with the ancient fierce sword for several years, and his thoughts are connected, so he can see the origin of this object at a glance. Is it really invisible?

Liangce waved the life sword in his palm, and heard a clear sound. It seemed that he was too worried. His sword was in good condition. The broken blade was thought to be a fake, and he didn't know when he put it into his belt. , really strange.

Let it go. Liangce smiled freely and threw the black fragment away, flying into a pot of four-season begonia flower mud placed in the corner.

After leaving the disciple's room where he had lived for a while when he was young, Liangce clearly had something urgent to do, but he did not leave with his sword. Instead, he walked out of Siming step by step like an idle person. The mountain gate of Taoist palace.

When the disciples he met along the way saw him, they all respectfully said "Master, uncle, hello," obviously calling him old for this good young man who had just celebrated his twenty-third birthday.

However, although Liangce was younger, he had a higher seniority. When he was young, he had a close friendship with the current leader Yue Shenheng. Logically speaking, it would not be too much to call him a master or uncle if he was younger than him.

Who would have thought that a few months ago, Yin Xue Ji led a group of blood slaves to attack the Upper Immortal Realm, forcing Shen Xiaobai, the founder of the Qinglong Taoist Palace, who was hiding from the world, and her senior brother Fan Su, the founder of the Tiande Taoist Palace, to At the critical moment, the Saint Patriarchs both came out of seclusion and stood guard for everyone in the immortal world. They worked together to kill Xue Ji on the sea of ​​suffering.

After the war, Shen Xiaobai looked at Liangzhu, who was unconscious in a pool of blood, and blurted out "Master", saying that after three thousand years of sun and moon, the immortal saint who unfortunately fell in the past was finally reincarnated and returned to the upper world he created with his own hands. .

With such a big name attached to Liangcean, he suddenly became the most eye-catching existence in the entire immortal world from being a candidate for the first disciple of Siming Dao Palace.

Afterwards, he called Shen Xiaobai his senior, but the cool and graceful fairy in green clothes insisted that the courtesy should not be broken and still called him "little master." The two of them were talking about their own things, which made the monks very embarrassed for a while, and the immortal world was also in an uproar.

Is the Immortal Saint reincarnated? Liangzhu was not proud of this matter, but he felt that the burden was very heavy, and he had to practice hard, because the Immortal Saint was a legend, and his reincarnated cultivation must be the best in the world, and he had to behave in a correct and calm manner. , because the Immortal Saint is a sage who can write the laws of the three realms, so he will surely set an example and be strict with himself.

Liangce had a headache over this, and he planned to retire as the acting alliance leader once the issue of the alliance between the immortal and demon clans was resolved. At that time, he will travel around the world with his sword, do whatever he wants, and be happy and free.

What's more, according to his temperament, he is not a big tree that can be relied on and protect others. He is a lone wolf, too young and too willful. It is impossible to say that he is the one being protected.

There may be one person in this world...

Liangce was in a daze for no reason, and suddenly heard one or two untuned beast roars from the distance.

The Nine Heavens Fighting Beast in the Star Soul Pond was shouting again. A Taoist Luo Tuo rolled his eyes at the ferocious beast in the pond, and said feebly: "I heard it, you are a great hero who protects the mountain. You are injured, but you need to eat less. You won’t die of hunger.”

Qianmian Elder Yi Rong took out his ears, sighed, and ordered the Taotie Tower to give the old man extra food.

When the gray-clothed Taoist passed by Liangce, he completely regarded him, the "big man" who was the reincarnation of the Immortal Saint, as nothing. After all, Yi Rong likes to drink. Whether the roasting knife in the gourd on his waist is strong enough and whether the crane stewed in the stove is tender enough are the first-class matters in his life.

As it should be. Liangce was not familiar with this romantic figure with thousands of faces and indistinguishable male and female, but now he happened to meet him and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Yi Rong was holding a wine gourd and drinking to his heart's content. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the red figure who had just passed him by. He couldn't help but stop and look back. He felt that this man was very kind-hearted.

"What's this kid's name?" He couldn't call out the other person's name for a while, but Liangcei seemed to have remembered something and hurried out of the mountain gate and disappeared into the vast whiteness.