After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

But soon, things took a new turn.

Jingchen Buddha twirled the blood-red beads and stepped forward in two steps.

"Yueyan."

Jingchen Fozi, who was a little bewitched by the red line on his forehead, showed a slight smile, and he said casually and naturally, "Let him go, there is no doubt about the strength of Sect Master Qiu."

Su Yueyan frowned unwillingly, "But..." But she wanted to make meritorious service? !

With so many of her followers accompanying her, even if they were all dead, they would definitely keep her safe.

Su Yueyan knew very well that as long as she put on a show, she could easily get the credit for killing the demon cultivator Song Xi.

The opportunity to become famous overnight, Su Yueyan was really reluctant to give it up to Qiu Daoyuan.

"Yueyan, don't take risks, I will worry."

But Jingchen Buddha didn't know that in front of him, he liked this woman who looked pure and flawless on the surface, and said that she only wanted to become stronger so that she could protect the common people in the world, an independent and strong woman.

——What kind of dirty twists and turns in the heart.

She only regards the life and death of monks and the world as a stepping stone for herself to become the savior and become famous overnight.

Jingchen Buddha pressed his hands hard on Su Yueyan's shoulder, so worried that he couldn't help himself.

Even knowing that it was Su Yueyan and Qiu Daoyuan's illusion, Song Xi couldn't help but frowned.

At this time, in the projection of the illusion, the aura around Jingchen Buddha was completely different from the clumsy Jingchen Buddha who Song Xi knew and lacked all seven emotions and six desires.

He admired Su Yueyan to the extreme.

Song Xi's eyes fell on the blood-red Buddha beads and the bloodline between the eyebrows of Jingchen Buddha's son, making this idea even more certain.

Although Jingchen Buddha's son is of mixed blood and has the blood of the demon race in his body, he is also a born Buddha's son.

At the time of birth, the sky full of Buddha's light and faint solemn Buddha's music cannot be faked.

On weekdays, the Buddha's light of Jingchen Buddha's son can firmly suppress the blood of the monster race in his body.

Looking at it now, it is obvious that Buddhism and Taoism have been broken all the way, and the precepts have already been broken.

Seeing the crumbs of Buddhist beads remaining on Jingchen Buddha's cuff, Song Xi's eyes darkened involuntarily.

It's a pity.

In the Buddhist sect, one person was under one person and over ten thousand people, and he had a heavy responsibility.

Although he doesn't understand the seven emotions and six desires, he still clumsily learns to be a Buddhist who sympathizes with the common people.

——After all, he no longer cherishes even his own Buddhist beads.

Soon, another figure that Song Xi was extremely familiar with stepped over many monks and stood in front of Su Yueyan.

The handsome man looked gloomy, but looked at Su Yueyan obsessively and greedily. He eased his expression, and whispered, "Yueyan."

"I don't want you to take any risks either."

An Yuzhi paused, and the devilish energy in his body became agitated, "I can't live without you."

"What's more, I still have to wait for you to come and revise my name for this despicable demon."

"I can't live without you, Yueyan."

"..."

Looking at Su Yueyan's slightly flushed cheeks in cooperation.

Song Xi has been able to gradually develop from being disgusted with nausea at the beginning to being able to watch the two projections with no expression on his face.

Although it was an illusion, Song Xi still began to think calmly——

After reaching the questioning stage, how would she find a chance to beat up these two idiots, Jingchen Fozi and An Yuzhi.

In the illusion, Su Yueyan was finally dazzled by the confession-like speeches of two excellent men who insisted on him.

She couldn't bear to see the two people showing such worried expressions.

Su Yueyan blushed, as if she was a bit too generous, and finally nodded in embarrassment.

"OK then."

She turned her head to look at Qiu Daoyuan guiltily, and changed her expression very quickly, her eye circles instantly turned red.

"Big Brother."

Su Yueyan's voice was choked with sobs, "Be sure to pay attention to safety."

Song Xi noticed that in the illusion, Qiu Daoyuan rubbed his fingers against the hilt of his sword impatiently, nodded his head scribbled, turned around without saying a word, and impatiently walked towards the place they had agreed to prepare for formation.

Although Su Yueyan felt a little strange, she didn't take it to heart.

She was even sweet in her heart.

It's just that Qiu Daoyuan became jealous because of Jingchen Buddha's and An Yuzhi's confession in turn.

Qiu Daoyuan stood firm at the agreed place.

He raised his eyes to look at Song Xi, the black-clothed demon cultivator, with a complex look on his face.

Qiu Daoyuan turned his back to the many monks headed by Su Yueyan, and silently opened his mouth.

As if talking about something.

The black-clothed demon cultivator Song Xi on the opposite side was sarcastically looking at Su Yueyan, who was surrounded by many monks and was full of pride.

Naturally, he didn't pay attention to Qiu Daoyuan, and didn't notice his small movements.

But Song Xi, who was looking at the projection, never looked away after realizing Qiu Daoyuan's strange behavior.

Qiu Daoyuan opened and closed his mouth, and he clearly said the word "go fast".

The progress in the illusion became more and more confusing.

The veins on the back of Qiu Daoyuan's hand holding the sword bulged, and he closed his eyes in despair.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already filled with indifference.

"Song Xi."

He looked up at Song Xi, the black-clothed demon cultivator opposite him, and coldly said the lines he had agreed upon long ago.

"You coaxed Shen Xiaobai, forced him to look forward to the sect, and induced Ye Wangyou to kill her lover. You did all kinds of tricks..." Qiu Daoyuan indifferently counted the black-clothed demon cultivator Song Xi, who either belonged to her or planted on her. Heinous crime.

"Even repeatedly killed many monks, Song Xi, you have already committed an unforgivable crime!"

"But our righteous way has always been fair, and we don't bother to do such unscrupulous things as encircling and suppressing one person."

Qiu Daoyuan clenched the long sword in his hand, and his Adam's apple moved up and down, "As the new head of Zhengyangmen, No. 1 in Zhengdao, I decide to fight you."

"Song Xi, do you dare to take it?"

On the top of the mountain, a thin woman dressed in black raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Looking at her childhood sweetheart and her fiancé who had been chasing after many years, there was only monstrous hatred in her eyes.

The raging hatred burned wantonly in his chest.

The devilish aura around Song Xi, the black-clothed demon cultivator, was steadily rising.

Without hesitation, she drew out the saber at her waist, and flew to land not far in front of Qiu Daoyuan.

In the next second, there was a sudden change.