The villain's daily corpse collection

The man was seen standing between two bamboos, his figure light and graceful. Just like the day he came down the mountain, he was wearing a bamboo green Taoist robe with flame patterns on the sleeves. His eyes were hidden between his wind-blown hair, looking down coldly at Wang Wei who was standing on the ground.

This look made Wang Wei feel familiar.

"You are so honorable that you sneak attack the visitors in your own territory." Wang Wei glanced at the person sideways, unable to detect any emotion from her.

"There's no need for integrity when dealing with someone like you." He swooped down with his sword again. The sword was very strange. Its edge was burned deep red like a branding iron, and orange-red lava flowed in the cracks of the sword.

"You know me well? What kind of person am I?" Wang Wei narrowed his eyes. The other party's fire attribute was almost written on his face, and Wang Wei had a special impression of it.

Back then, she was still young and was forced to be trapped in a desolate courtyard in heaven. From time to time, gods came to kill her, all under the banner of "for the eternal prosperity of righteousness, and to destroy the power of the devil", wanting to get rid of her as soon as possible.

Among them was an old minister of the heavenly world, the former Fire God. He carried a red-flaming sword with a flaming edge and traveled from the fifth heaven to the eighth heaven, Chenzhongtian, specifically to kill her.

By then, Wang Wei had become numb. They couldn't kill her in the end anyway, and there was nothing they could do except get angry when she woke up.

She seemed unable to resist. After all, she had never touched a weapon in the hundreds of years since she was born, and could only use her weak and young body to resist the blows.

The Fire God's method was as direct as fire. Without saying a word, he controlled Wang Wei with a palm of flames, then drew his sword and stabbed her body. In order to kill her with one blow, he pierced her heart several times.

Before the young Wang Wei could react, she felt a raging fire all over her body. Sparks cut her skin like thin blades, and her body was unstable. As she fell backwards, she was hit in the chest by the flaming sword, nailing her to the trunk of the ginkgo tree behind her.

It felt as if a raging fire was burning in her chest, and she felt nothing except the excruciating pain.

Only this time, the weapon slipped out of the man's hand, and she used her meager magic to overturn the chessboard next to her, spilling the black and white pieces to the ground.

As the man turned his head, she pulled the sword out of the tree, leaving a burnt wound. She swung at the Fire God, and his head fell to the ground.

Wang Wei's white hair was scattered, and she stood in the firelight with a strange expression: "You have killed me so many times, and no one has noticed that I don't have a heart at all?"

The Fire God had not died yet, his eyes were still wide open. As Wang Wei got closer, a cruel look finally appeared on his innocent face, his white hair drooped down and was soaked in blood.

She tilted her head to look at him, and while making gentle gestures with her hands, she said solemnly, "Remember next time, when you kill me, you must chop off my head. This way, I will recover the slowest, and it will take at least a whole day."

Although it wasn't blocking the road, she still kicked the head hard to the side.

Suddenly, she felt a burning pain in the palm of her right hand. She lowered her head and found that the hilt of the sword was burning spontaneously, as if it was revenge for its master.

There is a well in the courtyard, but there is no water in the well, which is a secret passage leading to the underworld.

"You are a disobedient sword. You dare to burn me." Her voice was sweet and clear, and she seemed to have no emotion.

Then she threw the sword into the well like trash, and without caring about the headless body of the Fire God, she just lay down on the flat ground that was not consumed by the fire, quietly waiting for this body to heal naturally.

It is a reasonable guess that the person in front of her is probably the sword spirit of the sword that she left into the mortal world. The sword spirit descended to the mortal world and transformed into a human form and hid in it. He probably needs a chance to go back.

She had encountered very few living things in her life, so once she smelled a familiar scent, she would easily reach out from her memories and always find a matching figure.

But she didn't want to reveal her identity. Now that she was discovered in this state by the heavens, she didn't want to imagine the consequences.

Relying on his agile skills, Wang Wei easily dodged several rounds of attacks without fighting back once.

"I guess you must have some misunderstandings about me. Why don't we sit down and talk?" Wang Wei took the lead and walked to the bamboo table and chairs in the courtyard in the distance, and made a "please" gesture.

The man was slightly stunned. He landed lightly from the bamboo room. From beginning to end, his eyes were fixed on Wang Wei, trying to find any hint of emotion on her face.

In the end, he was disappointed. Wang Wei rarely showed her true emotions. Whether it was positive or negative, she was like hiding in the mist, and he could never see clearly.

"What do you mean?" he asked coldly.

"I don't like fighting and killing. If there is anything, can't we sit down and talk it out? What if it's a misunderstanding? Killing me will ruin your good deeds." I hope this is sincere advice.

"Who are you? Why did you come to this Qiongji Pavilion?"

"I am from Tianzhou and have helped your sect's God Lord. I have a good relationship with your sect's Grand Elder Chun He," she paused, "I came to visit you at night and didn't have time to appreciate your sect's scenery. I just walked here. If you don't believe me, you can go find them and ask them clearly."

"Where are you from?" He still had a scrutinizing look.

"He is just a kind-hearted God." She pointed to the sky, "You can even go and ask your rival sect, the Lin'an Palace, to see if what I said is true."

The man was silent for a moment, walked to the other side of the bamboo table, and continued to stare at her.

"Your sect offended the Lin'an Palace, and I helped you out. Is this how the righteous sect repays kindness with enmity? I had no intention of interfering in any affairs of the mortal world, but I was still trapped by good intentions. I didn't expect that the fables circulating in the mortal world were actually true." Wang Wei said in a rhythmic tone, "Have you ever heard of the stories of the farmer and the snake and Mr. Dongguo and the wolf?"

The man's expression changed slightly. He was not so sure at this moment that this woman was the devil who killed his master.

The auras are clearly somewhat similar, but why do they feel a little different...

The reason why Wang Wei could mention his celestial identity in front of him was because they were all from the same path.

He was thrown down from the skylight by her, and he did not take the path of experiencing tribulations. He used the sword spirit to cultivate a human body, but he was still a living being in the heavenly realm.

"Grand Elder? Miss Mo? Why are you here?" Huo Feng walked out of the pavilion, heard someone talking here, and came over following the sound.

Huo Feng had already changed into the sect's uniform bamboo green Taoist robe, almost blending in with the bamboo forest. His eyes were clear, his eyebrows were sharp, and his long hair, which had been loose, was tied up high behind his head with a jade belt. There was no more haze between his eyebrows. He was completely different from the pale face he had just woken up. He was full of life.

Wang Wei stared at him for a moment, as if to confirm whether the person he had walked with before was the same person in front of him. The man was also staring at him, but with the eyes of an elder looking at an outstanding junior, with a little joy and expectation.

Huo Feng approached the two people standing and sitting beside the bamboo table in the courtyard. It seemed that the atmosphere was not right. Huo Feng first greeted the so-called Supreme Elder, and then looked at Wang Wei.

Wang Wei didn't want to waste time talking, so he asked, "What do you think, Lord God?"

Huo Feng didn't expect the other party to ask him so directly again. He stayed up all night last night thinking about Wang Wei's words, as well as what the Supreme Elder sent his disciples to tell him - Wang Wei's identity as a supreme god was in doubt.

He didn't understand why an ordinary person like him would be treated completely differently after his resurrection. The sect spent resources on him just to change his fate. A powerful man with a mysterious identity also came for him, but he couldn't figure out why he wanted to accept him as a disciple.

Wang Wei looked at Huo Feng's indifferent expression, suppressed her emotions and endured it, her patience was about to reach the limit. She glanced at the sword spirit elder, hid her right hand behind her without any expression, and cast a spell to activate the power of the devil in Huo Feng's body.

A sudden burst of huge power awakened in Huo Feng's soul, like a beast or a strange ghost, stirring up his dantian and the meridians throughout his body. Huo Feng's pupils shrank instantly, and he tried his best to control the raging power in his soul, holding his breath, fearing that his spiritual power would leak out and expose the existence of this power.

"Huo Feng, what's wrong?" The Supreme Elder keenly noticed Huo Feng's strange behavior. He stepped forward and wanted to take a closer look, but Huo Feng stepped back several steps and made a gesture to stop him.

Huo Feng turned his back and adjusted his breathing, then replied, "Grand Elder! I'm fine. I just woke up and haven't adjusted yet. Today, I should have been the one to visit you... I will come to pay my respects another day."

The sweat beads on his forehead hung on a few strands of hair, but Huo Feng did not wipe them off, fearing that his flaws would be discovered. The Supreme Elder frowned and stared at Huo Feng for a while, then looked at Wang Wei who was standing behind him.

Huo Feng leaned to one side and tried to stay awake, but his consciousness gradually weakened. His spiritual power was about to overflow, and he tried his best to restrain the slight tremor of his body. Wang Wei saw it, so he stepped forward and gave him a helping hand.

"I'll take care of the Lord of God here. Grand Elder, please go back first." Wang Wei's voice was not loud, but it revealed an unquestionable momentum. Huo Feng followed Wang Wei's words and grabbed her arm tightly, as if he was grabbing the last driftwood and straw in his life.

This force was too turbulent and extremely cruel, as if it was knocking on the door of his heart every time, sparing no effort to stimulate the dark side hidden in his heart. As long as he didn't struggle, he wouldn't feel uncomfortable, and even felt a strange sense of comfort.

Huo Feng didn't want too many people in Xuanmen to know about this. He didn't know what kind of storm he was caught up in. He didn't want to seek help from Xuanmen, but he was also worried that the matter would get out of hand and would be detrimental to Xuanmen and the heaven.

If I die now, it would be a good result, Huo Feng thought to himself.

"Elder, please go back first." Huo Feng said.

Although the Grand Elder was unwilling, he could not disobey the will of the Lord of God. He did not stay, but only looked deeply at Wang Wei, who had no expression on his face, and turned to leave. Wang Wei knew that he was only leaving temporarily, and his doubts about him still existed.

She noticed that Huo Feng's breath was low, so she put her hand on Huo Feng's shoulder, and the instigator began to calm down this hidden spiritual power storm. Huo Feng closed his eyes and felt that the spiritual power seemed to return to a valley somewhere. Soon, the sea of ​​consciousness became calm and the sky was clear.

Huo Feng turned sideways to face Wang Wei, his expression full of surprise. Wang Wei helped Huo Feng sit on the stone bench, and poured himself a cup of tea, then slowly spoke: "I told you long ago that your power has changed, and only I can help you control it. You don't need to pay any price, just take me as your master."

She stared into Huo Feng's eyes, trying to see his choice, but Huo Feng was still hesitant.

Huo Feng thought: "Is this power salvation or a curse? If it continues to exist, my own death plan will probably be difficult to succeed. That power's desire to survive is much stronger than mine. And her... the origin of this God is probably not that simple."

In order to stop trying to persuade her, she told her the pros and cons: "Only by being your master can I be with you all the time and help you solve the disasters caused by this power. Without me, once your power explodes, it may bring endless disasters to the four realms. Do you want to see such a thing happen? Even if it is hidden well, the gods in heaven will find out sooner or later. Once the Heavenly Palace begins to judge, the price will be more painful than death."

Huo Feng's heart was shaken. He never wanted to cause trouble, and he didn't want to bring misfortune to others because of his own problems.

"What is the origin of this power?"

"I only know how to eradicate it." Wang Wei had no intention of telling the truth from the beginning, and it is still the same now. The power of the devil is not a topic suitable to be spread in the world.

"I think I need to think about this matter again-"

"Are you Lord Huo Feng?"

Suddenly someone spoke from behind, interrupting their conversation. The first person to ask was a woman wearing a bamboo green Taoist robe, with golden lotus flowers embroidered on the cuffs, and carrying two swords on her back. Behind her were three or two monks, each carrying a weapon.

Huo Feng responded politely: "It is me. Where are you from? Do you have anything important to ask me?"

"I am the direct disciple of the Second Elder and also the sect's eldest senior sister Tang Yu. They are all the Second Elder's inner disciples. It's not a big deal for us to find the Lord of God. We just want to have some exchanges and discussions with him." Tang Yu explained the reason. The two male and one female young cultivators behind her stepped forward to salute, their eyes revealing eagerness, waiting for Huo Feng's response.

Huo Feng was speechless for a moment. He subconsciously glanced at his side and found that Wang Wei had disappeared without a trace. He looked down at his palm. He was unsure and did not dare to move. It was not because he was afraid of losing and being embarrassed, but because that power was not under his control.

"Lord Huo Feng, I heard that you are the last cultivator in our sect to become a god, and even entered the Heavenly Court! But this kind of talk sounds like a rumor in the folk stories, used to deceive children. We want to see a real god, so we come to ask you for advice!" Junior sister Xiu Xiu has always been impatient, she went straight to the point without any ambiguity.

"I am just a cultivator who was lucky enough to pass the divine test. I am nothing special. Besides, the purpose of cultivation is not to practice for fighting, so please go back."

Junior sister Lu Xiu pulled Gu Yu's sleeve, and Senior Brother Gu Yu stepped forward and said, "I'm afraid Lord Huo has misunderstood us. We are not here purely for a fight, but to get your guidance so that we can reach a higher level in our cultivation." Senior Brother Qing Cheng nodded in agreement.

Junior sister Xiu Xiu took the lead without saying a word after greeting. She moved smoothly, drew the soft sword from her waist, and flew towards Huo Feng.