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

Liang Ce was standing in the snow with a white lantern in his hand. He looked up at the patients coming and going in and out of the hospital. They were all coughing, and some of them were so stiff that they couldn't move. They were carried by their families for treatment.

This situation is exactly the same as the pattern drawn on the gauze lantern in his hand.

A pungent and strong smell of medicine was mixed in the wind. Liang Chi was born in less than a month and was born with many diseases, so when he was young, he was an out-and-out medicine jar.

The so-called long-term illness makes a good doctor, others may find it unbearable when they smell the medicine, but he has long been used to it, and can even distinguish several main medicines from the smell.

Guizhi, Zhicao, Ginger... It seems like a prescription for treating wind and cold, but if it's just these few medicines, the taste of the medicine will never be so overbearing. Combined with the symptoms of the previous patients, he can't guess it for a while. What disease does the medicine cure?

"Is this the key to getting out?" After watching for a while, Liang Ce's right hand holding the lantern was numb from the cold.

Losing consciousness is not a good thing, he hastily stretched out his left hand, which was tucked in his sleeve, to warm the white jade and reddish back of his hand.

When he calmed down a bit, Liang Ce turned his left hand over, and a hideous scar on his wrist was reflected in his pupils that were faintly angry.

Six years ago, Yu Huaiyin, the little head of the Siming Dao Palace in the Upper Immortal Realm, condescended to descend to the Lower Realm, and was nicknamed a follower of the Fuze Tanlang Dynasty.

How many ordinary people in the world thought it was the mercy of the gods, who came to transform the world to achieve enlightenment and ascension.

It's a pity that those gods who are high above never pay attention to the misery of the people in the lower world. One is the Kunpeng flying thousands of miles in the sky, and the other is the life of underground ants. There is a difference between the two.

It was he who was too naive to believe that person's lie about hitting it off and treating him as a confidant, and ended up destroying his entire family and destroying his spiritual sea.

Now he is no longer Tanlang's most famous cultivation genius, but has become a waste who is extremely afraid of the cold and unable to cultivate.

This bloody enmity and humiliation are like this ugly scar on his wrist, reminding him every moment.

I heard people say that the wounds left by the Powang Dao will never disappear no matter what, no matter how advanced the illusion method is, or reincarnation after death, those wounds will become birthmarks, engraved on the body The body of the wounded always shows your sin.

This knife was originally made by the fairy world to punish the evil spirits that endanger the three worlds, but it was used by Yu Huaiyin as a magic weapon to snatch the souls of others, and it became a blade for his revenge.

"Fortunately, you are dead."

Recalling all the past, Liang Chi suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted for some reason.

There was resentment in his heart, but it was a pity that the person whom he hated had died easily by his hands, and the day and night torture was finally relieved.

But why not be happy, when revenge is the only goal in life, so once the person dies, he doesn't even have the meaning of living?

Liang Ce's eyes flickered, and at this moment he suddenly wanted to see the woman in black standing under the tower.

He didn't care about it, he just figured out some ways to break the formation, anyway, he was trapped in this ghost place, and it's not a day or two.

There are several disciples of Siming Dao Palace who are entangled behind him. Anyway, it is impossible to escape the fate of being chased and killed, so it is better to avoid the limelight here first.

The fuzzy outline in his mind gradually became clear, and Liang Ce turned around to look for the woman leading the horse.

But suddenly he heard a strange movement behind him, and a sapphire long sword approached his side, as if it wanted to chop him off in the middle.

Liang Chu reacted quickly, dodging with Yin-Yang gossip steps under his feet, combining reality and reality, combining strength and softness, he went through several moves with the sapphire long sword, even though the sword was heavy, he still couldn't touch a piece of his clothes.

"What a cunning boy, like a loach in a stinky mud."

The impoverished Taoist cast his sword and cast spells, chasing the red figure, from the window of the medical hall to the roof, and from the stove in the blacksmith shop to the basket of the old vegetable seller.

During this period, his long sword lifted the tiles on the roof, extinguished the fire on the dry wood, chopped a juicy cabbage, and blew up the corner of the girl's skirt, but he couldn't kill the girl who was dressed like a string of candied haws. little thief.

"Although this kid's spiritual sea can't gather Qi, he can learn the Yin-Yang Bagua footwork of our Si Ming Dao Palace in just a few days. He really has some skills."

In his heart he secretly sighed for Liang Chu's excellent comprehension, and the murderous aura around Taoist Luotuo became more intense, and he frowned at the thought that the sect leader might be killed by the other party's plot.

Knowing its master's killing intent, the sapphire long sword stopped playing cat-and-mouse game with Liang Ce. There was a humming sound on the blade, and dozens of afterimages immediately appeared, blocking Liang Ce's way. .seven

Surrounded by circles, blue shadows fluttered, and the sword energy changed from dozens to hundreds, forming a circular cage, trapping Liang Chu in it.

"I've caught you!" the desolate Taoist yelled, unscrewed the wine gourd on his waist with a smile on his face, raised his head and poured it into his mouth, but the gourd contained not wine, but grains of peanuts.

Cracking the peanut in his mouth, the impoverished Taoist turned his head to look at the blue-clothed boy standing on a ginseng, and blinked disgustingly.

"Yue Shenheng, you lost. I caught him first. When you return to the upper realm, you have to pay me [-] spirit stones."

Hearing the desolate Taoist's yelling, Yue Canheng smiled lightly, and his brows and eyes, which were already hiding gentleness, also curved slightly, like a new moon on willow branches, wrinkled by the wind and water, such a graceful and leisurely young man.

But even such a godly person is bound to be clichéd, when someone tries to make an idea of ​​him as the housekeeper of the Ming Dao Palace, he will say.

"You are always shameless like this." Luo Po Taoist and Yue Canheng said in unison.

Yue Shenheng heard that he had robbed him of his words, and added very seriously, "Yi Rong, I really have no money."

The impoverished Taoist knew that he was crying for poverty, so he didn't bother to argue with him, instead he turned his attention to the ginseng that Yue Shenheng was stepping on.

Take the only [-]-year-old ginseng grown in the land of chaos as a flying sword. This is a top-ranked spiritual treasure of the ninth rank. The red rope tied to it is as thick as a child's wrist. I don't know how many years it has been refined. Okay, every beard has millions of spirit stones.

In the entire Upper Immortal Realm, Yue Shenheng was the only one who showed off his wealth so much, how could this be called poor?

Yi Rong stared at the ginseng for a long time, and just as he was about to reach out to grab it, Yue Ginseng's body flashed and landed on the ground, obviously he didn't want anyone to covet his things.

"Don't mess around, take your sword energy first, and if this continues, he will die." Yue Canheng reminded helplessly.

Only then did Yi Rong recover from the regret of not getting the ginseng whiskers, and looked at the red-clothed boy in the sword prison.

"Fake benevolence and righteousness!" Seeing Yue Canheng intercede for him, Liang Chu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

He stared fiercely at the exquisite little swords surrounding him, and let them shuttle back and forth, leaving bloodstains on his body.

Liang Chu could tell that the cultivation of the two people in front of them was at least at the Nascent Soul level, and it would be effortless to kill him, a trash who couldn't cultivate.

And that crazy Taoist's move was just to torture him.

"Liang Chi, you deceived your master and destroyed your ancestors, are you guilty?" Seeing that Yi Rong refused to give up, Yue Canheng pinched his fingers and made a decision to stop the sword energy.

As soon as the surging sword energy was absorbed, Liang Ce lost the support he could barely stand on, and was about to fall down almost uncontrollably.But he didn't want to bow his head in front of the two of them, so he controlled his body and slammed into the two flying swords standing behind him.

The moment the blood splattered out, he pinned himself in the air, maintained a standing posture, and smiled triumphantly at Yi Rong.

"Deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors? You Siming Dao Palace wanted to accept me. Yu Huaiyin wished to be my master, but I didn't agree."

Yi Rong didn't expect Liang Chu to have such backbone, he snorted coldly, but he didn't take back the sapphire long sword and let Liang Chu kneel down in front of him, he just opened his mouth in disdain.

"You fart, a waste like you who can't even go up to the first level of heaven, if the master didn't take pity on you, you would have been thrown into the upper realm and smashed into a pulp."

Blood flowed down Liang Ce's slender finger bones, and he didn't know where he dropped his cloak when he fled just now.

It was very cold, just like when he was imprisoned in the Tanlang altar and passed out on the sky steps, and then the boy who couldn't laugh or get angry, only the boy with clear eyes and wearing the snow-white ginkgo clothes, would appear in front of him in front of.

Only Yu Huaiyin used the warmest and cruelest tone to pity him time and time again when he was in the dark!

The word "poor" was engraved on his heart, Liang Chu coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood, "Oh, what kind of bullshit is in the upper world, I don't care about it!"

Yi Rong heard his words were rude, and wanted to scold him for another [-] rounds, but was stopped by Yue Canheng.

"Whether you are a disciple of our Ming Dao Palace, this matter is not discussed for the time being, but you need to tell the whereabouts of the head, otherwise I have a lot of ways to know, such as soul searching."

As soon as this remark came out, both Liang Ce and Yi Rong were shocked.

The so-called soul search is an evil spell that forcibly extracts the memories of others. It is not an orthodox method of the twelve gods and demons in the upper fairy world. Instead, it comes from the hands of a certain demon world. Once it is found that someone is studying, it must be a felony.

"Shen Heng, are you crazy, you actually blatantly said that you have practiced forbidden arts?" Yi Rong tugged on the hem of La Yue Shen Heng's clothes, and kept winking at him, which meant to tell him to restrain his behavior.

On the other hand, Yue Canheng himself didn't care about these things. He spread his five fingers, and suddenly there was a strange black thunder gathered in his palm. He walked towards the book step by step. The speed was not fast, as if he was giving him time to think.

Seeing him approaching, a record of this sorcery flashed in Liang Chi's mind. People who were subjected to the soul searching technique would most likely die, and even if they survived by chance, they would become idiots.

As for the current situation, whether he said it or not, there was only one ending, so it seemed that he could only take a gamble.

"I killed him!" Suddenly, Liang Chi shouted loudly.

"What did you say?" Yue Canheng stopped. He was well aware of the gap in strength between the two of them, so he hunted Liang Chu all the way, and he only felt that it was someone else who caused Yu Huaiyin to disappear, and this young man It's just being used.

But now, Liang Ce said that he killed Yu Huaiyin.

"Why do you kill him? You don't have the ability." Yue Canheng's expression changed, and he continued to walk towards Liang Chu.

"It was I who put a Gu on him when he was unprepared, and you don't even think about it, if he is really still alive, why he hasn't returned to the upper realm after a long time."

As Liang Ce said, he felt that the eyes of the two people looked at him full of murderous intent, and knowing that the aggressive method was effective, he continued: "After I killed him, I also took away his Linghai, and then set fire to him. Not even a speck of ashes was left on his body."

Like a bolt from the blue, after Liang Chu said this, he clearly saw the shock and grief in the eyes of the two in front of him.

That person was obviously bloody, sinister and cunning, why would someone feel sorry for him after he died?

"Yu Huaiyin, you...don't you deserve to die?" At the moment of life and death, Liang Chi closed his eyes tightly and asked himself.

At the same time, Yu Huaiyin, who was drinking tea at a tea stand across the street, sneezed. He looked back at the busy street market, feeling that someone was calling him...