Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

In the dense forest, more than a dozen men in black besieged a girl in black clothes. They cooperated tacitly and released various spiritual powers one after another.

There are also several swordsmen among them, responsible for close combat.

To their disbelief, Pei Wu, who should have been killed quickly, still persisted. The sword in the girl's hand was like a spirit, like an arm. As the battle continued, she was actually allowed to kill five people!

"Listen to the Moon Sword Technique!" Pei Wu shouted in a low voice. The sword glowed like a crescent moon, and it actually turned and flew out, killing two earth-type spiritual root cultivators on the periphery.

"She is not in the Nascent Soul stage at all! We can't continue the stalemate! Form a sword formation!" As one of the men in black shouted, several sword cultivators immediately changed their figures. Among them, there were two distraction stages. , coupled with the superimposed power of the sword array, Pei Wu fell into a huge crisis for a while!

But she was not nervous, she calmly analyzed the situation, stepped on her feet and turned her body around to dodge the attack. But he was still unable to break out, and there were more and more wounds on his body.

Pei Wu couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he was still a little short.

The next second, the besieging people seemed to hear a wave. As the waves sounded, they widened their eyes and looked at the strange phenomenon that appeared behind Pei Wu.

The turbulent boundless lake, the huge mountain peak standing in the lake, and the silver-white full moon on the mountain peak, under the moon a divine purple bird flying out of the sycamore tree.

boom!

The power of Pei Wu's sword surged, like a mountain, the eagle flew out, opened his mouth, and spit out scorching flames.

Deep in the dense forest, the flames eliminated all traces.

In the cave, Pei Wu lit a bonfire, took off his gown, and applied medicine to the wounds on his body. Xiao Zi squatted on a stone nearby, tilting his head and looking at her, "Why didn't you release me earlier?"

These days, Pei Wu already knows that Xiao Zi can talk, so he is not surprised at this time.

"I need to sharpen my skills." Pei Wu explained coldly.

If you are an ordinary person, you will probably think that Pei Wu is very cold, but Xiao Zi is a bird, and she feels that Pei Wu at this moment looks more and more like Ye Ziqing.

"Guji...but you are injured..." Xiao Zi continued.

After applying the plaster, Pei Wu put on his coat and his eyes fell on Xiao Zi, "How did you and Song Qiao meet? Isn't she your master?"

Xiao Zi's small black eyes were blinked, "She is not my master, she is just... my master's wife at best."

"Wife?" Pei Wu didn't understand the word.

"Yes, you don't understand? Wife, wife, lover." Xiao Zi explained simply.

Pei Wu narrowed his eyes, Song Qiao has a wife? Wait... Then how should I get along with her wife as my separated soul?

She shook her head and put away the messy thoughts, "What about her? Where is your master, and why did he hand you over to Song Qiao?"

Xiao Zi looked like she didn't want to answer this question, and her mood became very low, "She's dead..."

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment, except for the crackling sound of the bonfire. Pei Wu reached out and touched Xiao Zi's head.

While Pei Wu was busy escaping and tricking Xiao Zi into learning more about Song Qiao, the person she wanted to know about had entered the Demon Realm and was causing trouble.

As soon as he entered the Demonic Realm, Song Qiao felt the strong, omnipresent demonic energy.

The Demon Realm was not what she had imagined before. There was lava everywhere, and everything she saw was ugly.

The Demon Realm occupies a corner of Zhongzhou. The environment here is indeed harsh, but the scenery is not bad. Generally speaking, two colors dominate, the red rocky landform and the weathered semi-desert area. This place is very vast and is a paradise for demon cultivators. There are countless demon cultivating sects, large and small, but they are all under the jurisdiction of the Demon Palace, with the Demon Palace as the main one.

There are also many demonic cultivators active outside the demonic realm, but except for the demonic palace, once the demonic cultivators in other places are discovered, they will probably be hunted down by righteous monks. The reason why there is nothing going on in the Demon Palace is because of the agreement between the Demon Lord and the Immortal Lord ten thousand years ago.

There are also many Demon Palace branches here, where you can also receive tasks issued by the Demon Palace. Song Qiao found that the tasks with the most rewards recently were to assassinate various human geniuses.

After all, the Immortal Gate is about to open, and even if the Immortal Alliance is chasing him, the Demon Palace will be ruthless.

But Song Qiao did not take those tasks. Instead, he took on all the tasks below Jinxian in one fell swoop. Then he vigorously developed the bee swarm and asked his subordinates to investigate the task information before going to complete the kills himself.

As a result, her mission completion rate increased slowly, and news about her began to spread to a small extent in the Demon Realm.

By the time she completed all the tasks available to the branch, her accumulated Demon Domain points had reached an astonishing 20,000 points.

You know, ordinary demon cultivators in the Demon Realm would only be able to obtain that much in hundreds of years.

To make full use of the 20,000 points, Song Qiao still needs to go to the Demon Palace headquarters. The identity tags she has hung so far are all of Xiao Kun's subordinates, and with the strength she has shown, she can already enter the Demon Palace. The elite disciples of the palace do not need to continue to cover up.

In the center of the Zhongzhou Demonic Realm, there is a huge city as far as the eye can see. The main color is black, and countless buildings are scattered here and there. In the center of the city, there stands a towering black mountain like a cloud, which is so huge and majestic that it makes people tremble.

That mountain peak is the center of the Demon Palace.

Song Qiao stood on the edge of the city, looking at the mountain peak from a distance, feeling the terrifying power coming from it, which made people palpitate, and squinted his eyes slightly.

This city has a domineering name, Magic City. It has no city walls and all the buildings are made of the same stone. There is no need to check your identity when entering here. The demon cultivators have no worries about the meticulous work of the Immortal Alliance coming here.

So what if they come, the Demon Lord is here, what can they do? What do they dare to do?

The streets were very wide. When Song Qiao walked among them, all he saw were demon cultivators dressed in dark colors. Demonic cultivators were cruel in nature and often had irritable personalities. They liked fighting and darkness. Very few of them wore bright clothes.

Song Qiao, dressed in red, walked among the crowd and quickly attracted countless attention.

Most of the demon cultivators would look away indifferently after just one look. There were also some demon cultivators who practiced bed technique, and their eyes would reveal a hint of lust.

Soon, Song Qiao was blocked by a man wearing pink clothes, holding a folding fan, with oily hair and pink face.

"This little beauty is very strange. Is this your first time in the Magic City?" The boy in pink clothes opened the folding fan and looked at Song Qiao up and down with a pair of wretched eyes.

Song Qiao glanced at him coldly, "Get out."

"Hey, I have a bad temper, and I like people with explosive tempers." The man in pink clothes said with a smile. He could see Song Qiao's Mahayana strength at a glance, and he could not hold back the anger in his heart for a long time.

The demon cultivators around them all stopped with expressions of watching the fun, and some were gearing up to get a share of the pie after the man in pink took down Song Qiao.

"Psychedelic student, stop dawdling! Come on!"

"Hahaha! That's it! Are you going to die? You can bear this!" Someone was cheering.

"Hurry up and end it before the law enforcement team comes. Don't blame me for not reminding you!"

The psychedelic student laughed and turned his folding fan. Pink gas surged out of his body and floated towards Song Qiao. At the same time, his figure also disappeared.

"Fuck! You guy! Don't accidentally hurt us!" The nearby demon cultivator quickly retreated to avoid the pink gas.