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

After the formation was broken, Qixing Town was deserted.

The huge snake bones left behind after Zhihe's death also turned into powdery sand in the mud, mixed with the white snow all over the ground, becoming an old thing.

Liang Ce sent some spiritual power to Yu Huaiyin, but unexpectedly found that there was a rather domineering extremely Yin Qi in Yu Huaiyin's body, which was repairing the injured body of the person in his arms.

At first, he was afraid that this breath of unknown origin would hurt Yu Huaiyin, but when he sensed the intention of the breath, he let it go.

He carried Yu Huaiyin on his back and looked up at the horizon. At this moment, the wind and snow just stopped, and the dawn was torn apart by the sky, and the bleeding-like rising sun flowed.

"Hiss—" Liang Ce gasped, the person on his back moved around and touched his wound.

He tilted his head slightly, wanting to see if Yu Huaiyin was awake, but the person on his back called his name, "Liang Book..."

Just because of this sound, the red-clothed boy's heart softened, he didn't even know the corner of his mouth was smiling, he forgot the injury on his back, and gently straightened him up, making him sleep more comfortably.

As everyone knows, in Yu Huaiyin's dream, he did dream about Liang Chu, and even saw Liang Chu and another person's past and present lives.

These two people are friends who share life and death for a while, and enemies who hate each other across a sea of ​​blood.

He has seen many appearances of Liang Chu, happy, sad, angry, and desperate.

In the reincarnation of hundreds of generations, although their identities and experiences are quite different, no matter what kind of book it is, his joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are all for the same person.

"Who is it?" Yu Huaiyin couldn't see that person's face clearly, but felt that the closer he was, the further away the person was going.

It seemed that once he woke up from the dream, he would forget everything he saw in the dream.

After all this tossing, in order to heal Yu Huaiyin, Liang Ce almost exhausted his spiritual power, he couldn't control the sword, so he had to walk all the way.

The two walked slowly, every place in Qixing Town.

They passed the dilapidated restaurant, and there was no longer the storyteller He Laosan inside.

In Fusheng's half-day idle gambling shop, the heinous Boss Tan also disappeared.

On the long street, there are no pearl divers and bodyguards passing by.

In front of the city gate, naturally there would be no children bouncing around from the medicine shop.

But the broken tablet that says Seven Star Town is still lying in the grass...

After Liang Ce left, in the ruins of the Yin-Yang Pagoda, a piece of blue clothes that was pressed under the stone slab moved.

Yue Shenheng woke up, his consciousness was not fully awake yet, but his body had already guided him to hold the hands of the people around him tightly.

He took Yi Rong's pulse, and the weak response between his fingers made him temporarily relieved.

"Yi Rong?" Yue Shen called out, his voice was hoarse, but the only answer was the howling wind in early winter.

With one palm, Yue Shenheng smashed the huge boulder that was pressing on him and Yi Rong.

He stood up and stroked his sore forehead with his hands, his vision blurred.

After getting used to it for a while, he looked around and saw that the place was in a mess, and he understood that a fierce battle must have taken place here.

Among the rubble, a wooden sign with apricot-colored brilliance attracted his attention, and when he stretched out his hand, the wooden sign automatically flew into his palm.

"The head token?" Seeing this, Yue Shen knew that the person who saved them was Yu Huaiyin.

He looked at the silent dead city again, but he couldn't find the figure of the old man.

Yue Canheng smiled bitterly helplessly, thinking to himself, his little martial uncle might have been tricked by that cunning boy in red again.

Withdrawing some useless thoughts, Yue Canheng turned around and picked up Yi Rong who was still in a coma.

Earlier, the two of them followed Zhihe's way and were sealed in the Temple of Three Thousand and Five Viscera, unable to escape.

The matter of detoxification has been delayed for a long time, and it is absolutely impossible to linger now.

With a thought in his mind, the Farewell Sword was summoned, Yue Shen flew across the body and stepped on the sword, turned into a stream of light, disappeared into the clouds.

At the same time, a snow-white horse that was gnawing on the weeds in the snow stepped on the snow under its feet with some anxiety.

It seemed that he had sensed some danger, but he quickly quieted down again.

Mourning jade looked at the direction where everyone was leaving, blinked in disappointment, and complained to the person who brought it, why he left it and ran away.

A horse without an owner should go to the grassland, but it doesn't know where the grassland is, so it can only walk around and wander wantonly.

Unaware that the danger he had previously perceived was not an illusion that appeared out of thin air.

Under the morning sun, a horse was going to roam the world, and on the horse's back, a little snake with purple scales was sleeping soundly.

……

The ghost world, the gate of ghosts is wide open.

Yellow sand is everywhere, there is a river of stars flowing, and thousands of souls go together.

At the end of Huangquan, there is a river named Wangchuan.

Right now, the souls of Qixing Town are gradually being swallowed by the river because they cannot board the Wangchuan ferry.

The ghosts on the shore howled continuously, disturbing the beautiful woman on the dead tree.

"Impermanence, what's going on outside the palace?" A Ruo opened his eyes slightly, and called the long-tongued ghost who was guarding the side.

Tens of thousands of years ago, Nie Qian, the king of Yan in the ghost world, was ordered by the king of heaven to be in charge of the lifespan of mortals.

One day, on a phoenix tree branch, Nie Qian calculated that the catastrophe of the world was coming, so in order to protect the human and ghost worlds from suffering, he gave up his life and reincarnated in the secular world.

Before leaving, Nie Qian handed over many affairs in the ghost world to the four great yin commanders to take care of them, and there has been no news since then.

Therefore, there is no master in the ghost world, and they are all respected by the commander of Yin, with A Ruo as the head.

"Report to Shuai Yin, the souls of Qixing Town have been released." Although Wuchang has a long tongue, he speaks clearly.

"That's the case, why doesn't the boat of Wangchuan ferry the soul of unjust death?" Ah Ruo closed her eyes again, and she used her spiritual sense to probe out.

Huangquan and Hades are bounded by the Wangchuan River. She could hear the cries of all the ghosts, and knew that this murder was caused by her, so how could she bear to see the innocent soul that Hei Niang bought with her life has nowhere to return.

"Shuai Yin, please take a look." Wuchang found the book of life and death, but saw that the names of everyone in Qixing Town were outlined with red pens.

Because they have been trapped in the killing array for a hundred years, they have already escaped from reincarnation and become rootless souls. Even if they are lucky enough to reach the underworld, their souls are too light. Before they reach the underworld, these souls will be blown away by the wind and waves on the river.

"Understood, you go down and pass on orders to the other three yin commanders for me, saying that the ghost world will rely more on them to take care of them in the future."

Ah Ruo was lying on his side, and beckoned for the strong wine hanging on the sycamore branch, and drank half of the altar, which was the time of joy.

Her slender fingers brushed the bright red lipstick on her mouth, she is the most coquettish and provocative in the world, her frown and smile seduce the hearts and souls of people all over the world.

700 years ago, there were rumors that the red-clothed empress in the golden palace was the most beautiful peony in the prosperous age, but it is a pity that few people can see it.

Wuchang, who led the order, was fascinated by the beautiful scenery and was stunned for a moment, but when he recovered, the graceful figure on the parasol tree had long since disappeared.

On the banks of the Wangchuan River, there were endless winds and waves, but Hong Fu came to the world and jumped into a piece of blood-red and yellow sand.

The red silk fluttered among the waves, wherever it went, the water of the River of Forgetfulness condensed into ice.

There is no light in the ghost world, but today, at the end of Huangquan Road, there is a red dress dancing in the sky in the soul-destroying river, like a blood moon rising from the silver-filled water.

"Yan Jun once said that if you give up one life, you will live for thousands of people. Ah Ruo has been taught—" After finishing the dance, Ah Ruo closed her eyes, and the red silk tied around her wrist was gone with the wind because of the death of her master.

"Regardly sending Yin Shuai away." Wuchang came to his senses, chased out of the hall, and seeing A Ruo's soul dissipate, he quickly knelt down on the ground and shouted his merits.

In his years of discussing history, all the ghosts listened to what Yiwuchang said. In the 493 year of the calendar, there was a generation of Yan Jun, surnamed Wu and named Ruo, who was generous and benevolent. Grateful for his kindness, he called him benevolence.

But there are also lonely souls from a hundred years ago who don't believe what Wuchang said. The evidence is based on the old history of the world, saying that Emperor Wu Aruo killed innocent people indiscriminately, harmed the loyal and good, and used cruel means to suppress the six kingdoms to rule the world.

When all the ghosts heard the words, they looked at each other in blank dismay, but each family's words were convincing, and there was no conclusion, so they had to disperse in a hurry, and leave their merits and demerits to future generations to judge.

……

"Liang Chi, don't go too far, do you really think I dare not kill you?"

After leaving Qixing Town, Yu Huaiyin did not wake up from the dream, and his memory was still at the time when Liang Chu pointed his sword at him and forced him to hand over Linghai.

"Kill me, okay, you can try it yourself." Liang Chu in the dream had a strange expression, approaching him step by step, until he had nowhere to retreat.

Yu Huaiyin was horrified by this strange scene, he subconsciously wanted to resist with mercy, but when he raised his hand, he realized that what he was holding in his palm was actually the Xiyin Sword.

"Your heart is softened, I'll help you." Before he could react, where did the sword come from, Liang Ce smiled and slammed into the sword, hot blood splashed on Yu Huaiyin's face, directly wake him up.

Like a dead body, Yu Huaiyin jumped up from the bed, panting heavily, seeing himself in a fairly clean room, he was wondering where it was.

The door of the room opened, and it was Liang Chu who came in with a food box. Seeing that he was awake, he said with a smile: "Senior, I happened to have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Yu Huaiyin pretended to be calm, and secretly touched his dantian with his hands to make sure that he hadn't been disemboweled while unconscious, so he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Liang Chi noticed his small movements and felt that Yu Huaiyin was very cute in his heart, but on the surface he took out a cup of tea from the food box very calmly and walked to the bedside.

Yu Huaiyin stared at the unknown teacup in Liang Shu's hand, and countless guesses flashed in his mind.

Could it be that this Linghai is not fresh until someone dies, so Liang Book revived him first, and then did it after he woke up. This cup is an anesthetic, so that he won't move around later.

Or, this is to take advantage of his illness to kill him, it is too indecent to kill people by hand, instead of poisoning?

"What are you going to do?" In just a short moment, Yu Huaiyin thought of a hundred ways to die for himself, and also tested the speed of the spiritual power in his body. He felt that with his current injury, he would definitely be unable to fight. , running is still no problem. .seven

Seeing that he was so on guard, Liang Chi's expression darkened, he didn't understand why Yu Huaiyin refused to see him in his true colors since he was not dead, but changed into this appearance, and even accompanied him into the Yin-Yang Pagoda, almost sent him off a few times life.

And if Yu Huaiyin's purpose in doing this was only because he was unable to attack him because of the loss of his spiritual sea, then there was no need to use deceptive methods.

With his status as the head of the Ming Dao Palace, he can directly send his disciples to arrest him.

Liang Ce once fought against people from Siming Dao Palace, he knew that with his current strength, if he hadn't used some tricks, he would not be the opponent of those people at all.

Moreover, judging from the behavior of Yue Canheng and the mad Taoist, after he left the bamboo house that day, Yu Huaiyin did not return to the Immortal Realm to tell anyone that he was still alive.

Why did he do this, after thinking about it, there seemed to be only one possibility.

That is, Yu Huaiyin didn't hate him, nor did he want him to die, but was still a little afraid of him?

The two were deadlocked like this, guessing each other's thoughts.

Just when Yu Huaiyin couldn't bear it and was about to run away, Liang Ce suddenly knelt down on the ground holding the bowl of tea, and said, "Disciple Liang Ce pays respects to Master!"