How did the promised redemption villain become marriage first and love later?

Seeing that Wei Xiaomo didn't take the bait, Zhen Ji continued, "My lord, the little girl has sprained her foot, can you go in and have a rest?"

Her voice and posture are extremely charming, and she can read people's hearts in silence. She already knows the appearance of a woman that human men like most.

Spirit ghosts are ruthless and sexless, and it is easy to pretend to be whatever they want. He has used this unique skill to lure countless people into the path of spirit ghosts, and he is victorious in every battle.

Even if the other party is Yunlian Peak's eldest disciple.

Zhen Ji looked at Chen Cang in his hand.

Find a way to give this kid some motivation, otherwise returning to life would be too boring.

There was a movement from inside the door, Zhen Ji was overjoyed, and was about to say a few more words to lure him to open the door, but found that the voice was a sword piercing through the air!

... what the hell!

Although Zhenji hadn't been active for a long time, his skills were still very flexible. After dodging the sword, he cursed: "The disciples of Wanglingxianzong are still so violent, why do they use swords to greet people!"

"I've already told you to leave, but you still want to rest here. Most human beings probably don't have the courage." Wei Xiaomo opened the door and quietly watched Zhenji.

I think it is this person that Master wants to guard against.

Zhenji is no longer the ashes in the seventh layer of the dry cliff, but turned into a Pianpian young master, but this Pian Pian young master doesn't seem to be very good at controlling the body, but clumsily imitating people's every move It's ridiculous to move.

"What a fierce sword energy, if you were in the battle between gods and demons back then, maybe I wouldn't have been crushed under that dry cliff, but would have been killed directly." Seeing that Wei Xiaomo's cultivation was good, Zhen Ji sighed road.

"With such cultivation at such a young age, the future is limitless, but one is born as a human being, after all, there is a limit of lifespan, why not be a happy spirit ghost with me."

Zhen Ji spoke earnestly, but Wei Xiaomo did not respond.

He has been guarding the ghost domain these days, and although he can get along well with these ghost spirits, no one knows what these ghost spirits are better than him.

A creature that has lost its humanity and only has desires has no interest in living.

"Don't say too much," Wei Xiaomo pulled out his sword, "The winner is the king and the loser, why waste time?"

After saying that, he stabbed his sword in the direction of pillow silence.

Although Zhen Ji has experienced many battles, he has been locked at the bottom of the dry cliff for a long time after all, and his skills are not so flexible, but his body has also changed, and he doesn't feel pain. As long as Wei Xiaomo doesn't attack his weakness, everything will be fine recovery.

Unexpectedly, Wei Xiaomo didn't hit him a few times, but he went straight to his vitals.

Shou Shan has not been idle during this time, and his swordsmanship has become more and more proficient.

So even in the silence of the pillow, it is a bit difficult to hide.

Seeing that he couldn't beat Wei Xiaomo, he stopped, and with a smile in his eyes, he said softly, "Who do you think I am?"

Wei Xiaomo didn't take back the offensive for a while, and fell into the illusion.

After falling into the illusion, Wei Xiaomo glanced around and knew that he had accidentally fallen into the illusion.

Although Weilou Peak was very quiet in the past, Feng Guanghan always came up to make noise, and disciples from other peaks who were obsessed with swordsmanship would occasionally come up to ask for advice on swordsmanship, so it was still a bit popular.

But today is particularly lifeless.

He took a few steps outside and found that the entire Wangling Immortal Sect was like this.

He rushed to Huguan Peak first, and found that the usual lazy tigers had their throats cut and were lingering on the ground.

Chen Fujing treasured these tigers the most, how could he tolerate others to torture them like this?

If this is the case, it proves that something really happened to Huguan Peak.

He wanted to go to Chunhui Peak to have a look, but he thought that since Huguan Peak was like this, other peaks might be like this too. What happened to Wanglingxianzong?

Thinking of this, he came to Yunlian Peak again.

Yunlian Peak was also empty, but there were bloodstains on the ground, and there was a voice calling for help from under the dry cliff. Who else was it if it wasn't his talkative friend Feng Guanghan?

"Weilou, run!" As if in some unbearable pain, "The farther you run, the better!"

Even though he knew that this was an illusion, Wei Xiaomo couldn't help his blood surging.

He was cold-hearted since he was a child, and it was only after he went to Wanglingxianzong that he became more humane. Although he always ignored Feng Guanghan every time, in fact, if the disciples of Chunhui Peak came to learn swords, he would also be willing. Pointing out one or two.

My noisy friends are gone, something big must have happened to Wangling Immortal Sect!

It's an illusion, an illusion, he told himself repeatedly.

But even in the illusion, he couldn't accept the end of Wanglingxianzong's destruction.

At this time, Wei Xiaomo couldn't help but think.

Then when Shen Xitang was in Weaving Dreams, did he also have such entanglements?

Will she also be afraid, and will she also think of her predicament back then?

The predicament of this spirit ghost is very similar to that of Meng Zhi Wen Wen Xin.

By the way, Shen Xitang, how is she doing?

Wei Xiaomo couldn't find a way out for a while, so he rushed to No. [-] where he used to live.

He remembered that Shen Xitang lived there.

When it was zero thirty, his mind went blank.

The originally bright and blooming crabapple tree had withered, and Shen Xitang was lying on the stone table under the tree, dying.

"Xiao Mo, why did you come here," she said in a crying voice, "Zhen Ji has already washed the Lingxian Sect with blood, you came back too late!"

Even though he knew it was an illusion, he couldn't help but hugged her in his arms and comforted her: "It's okay, I'm back, and I'm going to find revenge on that pillow."

Shen Xitang cried: "What's the use of taking revenge, you just came back when everyone is gone!"

"You are the famous Dangerous Tower Sword Master, why did you come here!"

"It's all your fault!"

"It's all your fault!"

The accusations were deafening and slowly echoed in his mind, making him have a splitting headache.

Is it all my fault?

Am I coming back too late?

Wei Xiaomo's headache was about to split, but amidst the extreme pain, a voice in his mind became clearer and clearer.

That was Shen Xitang's voice.

"It's not your fault, it's Zhen Ji's fault." This Shen Xitang was very gentle, "This is an illusion, you have to protect yourself first."

"Wang Lingxianzong is not your responsibility alone, just do your best."

"I won't blame you, ever."

The pained mind gradually cleared up, and Shen Xitang, who was accusing him in his arms, gradually became blurred, but the voice in his mind was already awake.

Shen Xitang in his arms suddenly smiled when he saw his eyes clear up.

"Is this how you protect the sect and me? Wei Xiaomo, you are in vain as the sword master of the dangerous building!"

"You're not her." Wei Xiaomo raised his sword calmly, his eyes had regained clarity, "Ah Tang won't cry and give up like this."

"She will fight with me to the end."