I just planted a demon on the saint, how can I become a villain?

As the sun sets, light and shadow intertwine on the barren hills, and crows flock in groups, returning from the sky.

Dressed in a blue and white sword outfit, the cold fairy put her legs together, and her snow-white socks were placed aside. Her slender and beautiful crystal jade feet were pink and red, like peach blossoms in March, exuding a moving and fragrant fragrance.

The jade toes are as pink and clear as pearls. Under the reflection of the sunset, they are full of light and dazzling.

As the evening approached, fog began to fill the mountains.

The cool wind blew by, and the wet dew fell on the fairy's little snow-white feet, trembling, white and shimmering with iridescent colors, as if the rainbow from the sky and the fairy fell to the mortal world together.

It's just that the fairy, who was supposed to be free from dust, now had slightly disheveled hair, a ruddy complexion, no longer the coldness of the past, bowing her head and silently arranging her dress.

"Tsk." Qin Mu shook his head slightly.

"This is a fairy? Ordinary."

After speaking, Qin Mu buttoned up his clothes.

But should I say it or not, there is still a big difference between virtual AR and reality.

For example, the fairy in front of me looks cold on the surface, giving people an ethereal feeling that she is close at hand and far away in the sky, but her heart is still very warm.

This is an experience that AR games can never provide.

"Qing'er." Qin Mu called softly.

Mu Qingyin got up quickly, and a lotus flower rose from under her white and tender jade feet, shining brightly, making her even more elegant like a fairy.

"Qing'er is here, what is the master's order?"

Looking at this scene, Qin Mu was very satisfied.

Who would have thought that such a powerful and transcendent saintess would be like a well-behaved maid at this moment, letting him order her around.

Qin Mu said leisurely: "I heard that the Holy Land Competition is about to start?"

The holy land of the beginning will hold a big competition every ten years, which is also the next plot of the game.

But Qin Mu crossed in before he had time to play, so he doesn't know what's going on now.

Mu Qingyin nodded her head lightly: "Yes, master, the Holy Land Competition will be held in a month's time, and this time the Holy Land Competition will be different from the previous one."

After a pause, Mu Qingyin continued: "Since the last Holy Son died eight years ago, the position of Holy Son has been vacant, so this time the No.1 in the Holy Land Grand Competition will be eligible to become the Holy Son. "

Qin Mu nodded thoughtfully.

Although he hasn't played this game for too long, he still has some understanding of the criteria for becoming a holy child.

The Holy Son is generally the strongest talent in the Holy Land.

It is jointly taught by the head of the Holy Land and the elders, and has the same status as the saint, and even a little more detached.

After the holy sons of the past dynasties entered the holy land, they only needed to rely on their own super talent for cultivation, and then pass the inspection and inspection of the elders, and then they could become directly.

There is no need to participate in any holy land competition.

Facts have proved that these holy sons with super talent for cultivation can beat all monks of the same level in every holy land competition, overwhelming the crowd.

This is the advantage of strong talent. In the fantasy world, cultivation talent almost determines the upper limit that a monk can achieve.

Cultivators with powerful talents and ordinary monks are as different as cloud and mud, cold and cruel.

Of course there are exceptions, but that requires great luck and great opportunity.

But since the previous Holy Son died unexpectedly, the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning has not received this kind of disciple for many years......

In desperation, they had no choice but to choose the next Holy Son through this method of competition.

You can't just leave the place empty all the time.

Thinking of this, Qin Mu couldn't help but sigh inwardly, feeling deeply worried about the future of the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning.

Fortunately, he is here, and there is hope for the future of the Holy Land!

Although Qin Mu's cultivation talent...is hard to describe in words.

But he got the Void God Body through the system given at the beginning of the game, the world's first-class peerless talent, and he has already got rid of the predicament of poor talent.

Today's strength has even reached the Dao Palace Realm, not to mention disdainful heroes, it is absolutely no problem to disdain most of them!

However, Qin Mu is not very interested in the position of Holy Son.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

The more outstanding you are, the more you are in danger of falling. The fate of the last Holy Son is a living example...

He is not playing a game now, he can be resurrected after death.

This is a cruel fantasy world that eats people without spitting out their bones!

Maybe an old beggar you meet on the road is a powerful existence, and if you are not careful, you will be in danger.

When playing games before, you can do whatever you want, but now it is absolutely impossible.

It has to be done.

Being the sixth child in secret is the kingly way.

Qin Mu secretly decided that even if there was a huge temptation, he would never fight for the position of the Holy Son!

At this time, Mu Qingyin said again: "I also heard from Master that the secret realm of Langya is about to open, and the selection of the Holy Son this time is also to select candidates to enter the secret realm."

"Ah?" Qin Mu was taken aback for a moment, then asked in astonishment, "Langya Secret Realm?"

He had heard about the Dabi of the Holy Land, but he didn't know about the Langya Secret Realm.

It seems that the next plot may be the so-called Langya Secret Realm.

Mu Qingyin nodded obediently, her red lips parted lightly, and she breathed like blue: "Yes, master, that is an inheritance left by an immortal. Each holy land and sect can only have a maximum of two entry quotas at a time."

Qin Mu's eyes brightened slightly: "Inheritance of the Immortal?"

It seems that this plot is still a crucial part!

This world is called the Canglan Continent, and there is a fairy world above it.

After the monk's strength reaches the stage of crossing the catastrophe, he will experience the nine-fold thunder catastrophe. The monks who can pass through all of them can shatter the void, lift up the sky, and go to the fairy world.

The inheritance left by an immortal belongs to the great fortune in the Canglan Continent, which can be encountered but not sought.

Qin Mu immediately thought to himself:

"My generation of practitioners, how can there be so many looking forward and backward, not to mention that I have a system, I am afraid of being a egg, a word, just do it! Since I have come to the fantasy world, it will be vigorous and enjoy the admiration of thousands of people! Otherwise, wouldn’t it be embarrassing to those time-traveling seniors!”

"I, Qin, have decided on the position of the Holy Son!"

"Besides, being the Holy Son does not prevent me from continuing to be the sixth child. There is no conflict between the two."

Do whatever you want, Qin Mu's bottom line is so flexible.

Just after Qin Mu re-determined his goal, the snow-white pendant on Mu Qingyin's waist suddenly flickered slightly, exuding a lustrous luster.

Mu Qingyin seemed to sense something, frowned slightly, and murmured: "Master, Master is calling me..."

Qin Mu nodded: "Go."

Mu Qingyin did not leave, but stared at Qin Mu steadfastly, her eyes full of tenderness, she suddenly took a step forward, and in Qin Mu's slightly puzzled eyes, her pink lips pursed slightly, imprinted on the The corner of Qin Mu's mouth.

After a light kiss, he quickly left like a superficial touch.

Mu Qingyin lowered her head in embarrassment, her snowy face blushed, turned around hastily, and flew towards the highest peak of the Holy Land.

There was only an infinitely beautiful shadow left, and the fragrant fragrance lingering between Qin Mu's nostrils.

Qin Mu blinked, then suddenly smiled, and said:

"Strawberry flavored."