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

A red shadow dissipated, Yu Huaiyin stood in the void, and circles of golden ripples continuously swayed from his dantian.

Zhihe stood upright as a snake, squinting at the golden rays of light, as if seeing something delicious, "I can't believe it, you are actually a cultivator in the Transcending Tribulation Period, and I underestimated you before."

Another piece of fat came to the door, and Zhihe spat out a red letter, ready to attack again.

Because he didn't feel the existence of spiritual power in Yu Huaiyin's body before, he thought this Taoist was an incompetent person, but now it seems ugly is a bit ugly, but his cultivation is still extremely pure.

The snake's mouth opened, biting towards the bamboo color, Yu Huaiyin's waist trembled, and the ginkgo glaze collided with each other, forming an invisible barrier, blocking Zhihe from the barrier.

Circles of golden ripples shrank suddenly, turning into a solid golden ring, encircling Yu Huaiyin's entire body in the center.

A ginkgo leaf fell slowly, and the golden ring gradually closed, turning into a small ocean surrounded by clouds and mist, and the moment it returned to the body of the Taoist.

Yu Huaiyin has regained his spiritual sea, and the illusion on his body is showing signs of being broken, amidst the flickering green lights, the yellowish hues of Chuxue and Ginkgo biloba are faintly visible.

Zhi He, who had collided with the barrier, paused, and she stared intently at the changes in Taoist's body, as if she smelled a bit of danger under the man's layers of camouflage.

However, before she could see clearly what kind of face was hidden under the illusion, Yu Huaiyin raised her downcast eyes, and the Life Spear in her hand shone brilliantly.

At the same time as a phantom image of a blue dragon flashed out, he suppressed his instantly surged spiritual power and kept Yi Rong's illusion, and his black eyes burst into bright brilliance.

Yu Huaiyin subconsciously glanced at the invisible sword that fell on the ground, lightly turned his wrist to hold a spear flower, and pointed directly at the eyebrow of the giant snake, "General Zhihe, the good book and the souls in the Yinyang Pagoda, come back!" !"

On the ruins, the blue dragon and the golden giant snake kept colliding and biting, reflecting in the sky above Qixing Town, changing a magnificent color.

In the distance, a woman in black, leading a horse, was walking on a moonlit path.

Hei Niang could not bear to see the dead bones everywhere, so she raised her head to look at the sky.

But that day, because the Yin-Yang Pagoda fell, the formation was broken and torn into two halves.

Half of the daylight is covered by dark clouds, which is the scene of the real world, and the other half is bright and full of moonlight, which still maintains the immortal moonlight of this city of memories. .seven

And under the moon, there was a handsome man wearing a black cloak, sitting alone on the attic.

The wind blew up the white curtains, and on the wine table in front of the man, there was a shining orchid lamp.

"Girl, don't go any further, there is no one you are looking for here."

Hei Niang glanced at the man, and wanted to lead the horse away, but heard a voice of persuasion from above the attic.

The speaker's tone was gentle, like an elegant person who had read poetry and books, which aroused people's attention.

"Who are you, how do you know I'm looking for someone?" Hei Niang asked, a black-feathered crow bow appeared in the palm of her hand, and her eyes glowing with a faint green light, saw the man in the attic clearly.

The man was extremely thin, under the cloak was a brown and white cotton and linen robe, with a crown and hair tied, he looked like a Confucian scholar.

"I am from the nameless Penghao generation, and I have seen all seven stars and one hundred thousand souls."

As the man spoke, he caught sight of the bow and arrow in Hei Niang's palm, chuckled lightly, and raised his hand to put a Langhao pen on his fingertips.

"You are the builder of this seven-star phantom array?" Hei Niang had guessed in her heart, but now seeing him take out the wolf hair brush that symbolizes the Golden Chamber Dao Palace, she knew that this person was the Bo Zhou Sanren that A Ruo was talking about.

He is one of the famous Sixteen Immortals in the ghost world. He studied under the Golden Chamber Taoist Palace during his lifetime, and is good at all kinds of strange magic formations and talismans.

"Since the girl knows her identity, she heard a certain persuasion and left quickly. The city is about to collapse. The girl possesses a strange skill, why should she lose her life in vain?"

Bozhou Sanren once again reminded him that his words were extremely sincere, and he also called himself by his name. He was completely different from other respected monks who put on the airs of their seniors.

Hei Niang grew up in the military camp since she was a child, and she didn't understand the seniority rules of those troublesome people in the fairy world, but she has a stubborn temper, and she insisted on resisting when others didn't let her do anything.

What's more, when a scholar meets a soldier, she can't explain why. She was annoyed by the detours of the literati, and said: "You persuade me to run for my life, why are you sitting here?"

"The lord of the demon world is resurrected. I heard that there is an old man here, so he should die together." Bozhou Sanren did not hesitate, pointed with his left hand, and a yellow talisman appeared on the table. He wrote the word "prisoner" with a pen.

"You mean Zhihe?" Hei Niang's heart trembled, how could she not know the name of the Holy Lord of the demon world.

But looking into the extremely dark place, how many people in the world can fight so stalemate with the saints in the realm of gods.

"Who is fighting with him right now?" Hei Niang asked anxiously, thinking about the person she cared about.

Bozhou Sanren followed her gaze and looked into the distance, and replied, "It's a Taoist surnamed Yu."

"It's him—" Hei Niang's figure of Yu Huaiyin flashed in her mind, and she couldn't help being a little surprised.

Because before coming here, she had heard the other party mention that someone had taken away his spiritual sea, so Ah Ruo and she couldn't figure out the geometry of Yu Huaiyin's cultivation.

Looking at it now, at such a young age, that person is actually three points stronger than the Bo Zhou Sanren in front of him, or even A Ruo.

"It's no wonder his fate is so special. He has such strength when he is less than [-] years old. He is really a rare genius in the world!"

Hei Niang listened to the roaring sound from the sky from time to time, and thought that Yu Huaiyin could be tied with a saint, at least he was in the realm of a semi-saint.

Unexpectedly, the person who stole the limelight is actually a mortal body, but half of his foot is on the threshold of the fairyland.

If it wasn't for Zhihe Huaizi who had taken half of her strength, and because of her resurrection against the sky, her bones were incomplete, and her condition was not as good as before, otherwise, Yu Huaiyin and Liangce would have died long ago and there was not even a scum left.

"You have someone you want to wait for, and I have someone I want

The person who is helping, the one who is fighting the demon saint now is my friend. "

Gentlemen do something and don't do it, Hei Niang just pondered for a moment, and then she was ready to die.

Perhaps in her heart, she would regret not finding the person she wanted to see, and she would also regret seeing her friend in distress.

"I'm looking for my own death." Bozhou Sanren shook his head and sighed, and casually threw the written word "Prisoner" into the attic.

The brilliance of the spell flashed and turned into a pure black iron cage, covering Hei Niang.

Seeing this, Hei Niang didn't panic, and made a tactic with her right hand, calling out three black arrow feathers shining with silver thunder, and shot them towards the iron cage.

One arrow breaks all magic, the cage is pierced by a sharp arrow, and instantly turns into a wisp of burnt paper ashes, scattered in the air.

"Relentless Arrow?" Bo Zhou Sanren recognized Hei Niang's technique, and there was a wave of waves in his silent eyes.

But before he could confirm it carefully, the woman said sharply: "I have not fought before, and I admit defeat. You really are a coward."

After saying that, Hei Niang leaped to the top of the attic, wanting to take advantage of the man's stupefied moment to rush to Yu Huaiyin's side for support.

Seeing her walking away, the people in Bozhou hurriedly regained their senses, lifted the lantern on the table, and flew after her.

The two jumped on the eaves of the long street, and under the moonlight, they left flashing reflections on the ground.

Hei Niang's feet were not as strong as those who moored the boat, and after a while, the people behind caught up.

She leaped into the void, turned around and pulled the bowstring to the full, a sharp arrow was about to be shot, when the Langhao brush in the man's hand hit her crow bow.

The tip of the pen seemed weak, but it was actually as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold, and the bow was lowered by several inches, making her unable to move.

"You—" Hei Niang's eyebrows were full of anger, she couldn't figure out why this person blocked her way.

"General?" Bozhou Sanren looked at the woman's angry expression and called out tentatively.

It seems that 700 years ago, when he first came to the fairy world, the young general with a black feather crow bow in his hand pulled his collar and taught him a lesson: "I haven't fought before, and I surrendered. You really are a coward."

Hei Niang was also taken aback, thinking that the first time she met A Ruo, that person also annoyed her, then seeing her slightly angry face, he called her general for no reason.

"You have misunderstood the person." At that time, she also answered in the same way.

"Oh, I'm sorry, miss, can you tell me where you got the bow and arrow in your hand?" Bo Zhou Sanren put away his pen and bowed to salute.

"Hmph!" Hei Niang really dislikes being used as a substitute, this bow and arrow is also something that has been with her since she was born, it is a family heirloom, not anyone's old thing.

She snorted coldly, as if she was really annoyed, she frowned, and the sharp arrow in her hand, which had been concealed all along, shot at the orchid lantern in Bo Zhou Sanren's hand.

"Stop..." Seeing this, Bo Zhou Sanren cried out in pain, he wanted to stop the arrow, but it was too late.

The arrow feathers passed through the lamp surface embroidered with orchids. The lamp was not broken, but the lamp flowers inside turned into butterflies made of flames and flew in all directions.

"Little Moss, Yingshan!" Bo Zhou Sanren called the butterflies by their names.

The butterflies seemed to understand human language, and did not fly far away. After lingering around the two of them for a few times, they fell to the ground one by one, forming a circle of flames and surrounding them.

"Little Moss, what kind of girl do you like the most?"

In the sea of ​​fire, there are graceful figures, in pairs.

I don't know what year and month a memory emerged.

It can only be vaguely seen that under the city tower, the common people lined the road to welcome, it was the grand scene of Tian Quan's victory over Tan Lang and his return.

Immediately, the vanguard officer in Tsing Yi didn't look at the admiring looks of the girls around him, but only asked another young general in Tsing Yi who was walking with him.

The young general in Tsing Yi, who was called Xiao Moss, smiled and said nothing, looking at the girls beside her who were waving at her, and couldn't help thinking, she is a woman, how can she marry one of these blooming flowers?

It was this silly boy who didn't understand the style beside him, but she fell in love with him at first sight.

"Hey, you are a big man, don't always stare at other girls." Xu Yingshan saw that Hu Xiaotai ignored him, and mocked with some taste.

He also thought that his "good brother" was ungrateful and left his big brother behind.

Hu Xiaotai was patted on the shoulder by him, she turned her head and smiled foolishly at Xu Yingshan, "Brother, what are you talking about, your little brother, am I that kind of person, I was just looking at the flowers in the hands of my sisters."

"I like girls who like orchids..." Hu Xiaotai happily pointed to the girl holding orchids on the side of the road.

"Then do you like orchids, or do you like girls like orchids?" Xu Yingshan scratched his head when he heard the words, and couldn't understand what she said.