The villain's daily corpse collection

An Zhongyan: “?”

The incident happened suddenly and his consciousness seemed to be disconnected. It took him two full breaths to realize that the other party had no intention of letting him go.

He desperately grabbed Wang Wei's wrist, feeling suffocated. He didn't know whether it was because the opponent was too strong or because he had neglected his training, but he was completely powerless.

What kind of method does this god have? He doesn't use any magic, but he can strangle people, which is very scary!

“You actually… want to kill a fellow practitioner for a demon! You, you are violating morality…” An Zhongyan turned his face with difficulty, “My ancestor is… is highly regarded by the God. If you kill me… he will not let you go!”

"I have said my name three times, and I don't want to repeat it again. I am not a moral person, nor am I one of your kind." Wang Wei glared at the dying man on the ground, "You asked me why I wanted to help a monster, because the monsters have worshipped me for generations." An Zhongyan seemed to remember something, "I never protect anyone, but now that a monster has asked for help, is it moral for me to help you?"

"You, you...you are!" An Zhongyan pointed at her in horror.

Seeing that the time had come, Wang Wei let go: "What's more, it is I who want her to live well, and you can only die badly."

An Zhongyan trembled all over, he remembered something.

The ancestor once told him that among the gods in the sky are stars, there is only one star that must not be provoked, and that is the supreme being of Chen Zhongtian - the devil, whose name is Bo Shangwangwei.

The ancestor didn't mention many names to him, but he mentioned this name three times in the letter, but he forgot all of them.

Only once did he ask for details, and the ancestor only replied with one sentence -

"I'd rather she was crazy."

An Zhongyan sneered at this, he didn't believe it was so magical. The old ancestor just said: That's all I have to say, I hope you don't meet her in this life.

"You are the demon god Bo Shangwangwei!" he shouted, but the yard was empty and no one responded.

Wang Wei couldn't help but sigh: "My reputation has really declined."

An Zhongyan was horrified: "How is it possible that the devil looks like this? Don't try to scare me!"

He looked at Wang Wei's kind face that looked like Guanyin, "...without the pomp and ceremony that covered the sky and the sun, and without the black mist and heavy black clothes and makeup as rumored, how could he be a demon god?"

Wang Wei was stunned for a moment, then he looked up to the sky and laughed, and then asked meaningfully: "Your An ancestor worked under old Taibai?"

Old Man Taibai is the nickname of his ancestor's boss, the God of Jinde.

In an instant, An Zhongyan's black Taoist uniform was soaked with sweat.

The demon god is independent of the Nine Heavens and is not bound by the Heavenly Laws. In fact, there is no distinction between the high and low between Chenzhongtian and the Heavenly Palace. Bo Shangwang is of the same status as Jun Zhao Tianzun, the head of all gods.

An Zhongyan recalled the many warnings given by his ancestor, and his heart sank. Not only was the nearly thousand-year foundation of the Yangyue An family in danger, but his ancestor also became a thorn in the eyes of the demon god. Although he didn't know, Wang Wei didn't care about other people at all.

At this moment, he no longer had an arrogant attitude. He just trembled and kowtowed, and he looked crazy: "Please forgive me, Lord Demon God. I will never dare to do it again. I know I was wrong. Please let An Shi go..."

His forehead hit the brick that was smashed by the sword earlier. The sharp fragments cut his forehead and blood dripped from his eyebrows to his chin.

Wang Wei looked at the blood on the ground with an expressionless face. She picked up the sword held by the broken arm and weighed it in her hand.

Then a sword pierced straight into his back, piercing through his chest and heart. He was still kneeling on the ground begging for mercy. He had been a tyrant all his life, but now he could no longer raise his head.

Among all the people present, Wei An was considered to be quite strong. If he fought with him, it would only waste his precious spiritual power and might attract more external aid. Cutting off one of his arms would also solve his worries.

The last stage of spiritual power should be used in the most shocking place. Those guards were low-level cultivators, and the only difference between them and ordinary people was that they had a brand new spiritual root. It was just right to use them to intimidate An Zhongyan. If the bargaining chip was exposed at an inappropriate time, it would only become a weakness. His bargaining chip, for her, was the best tool to use.

Moreover, the gods cannot tell mortals their godhood in person. This is an iron rule of the gods that even she must abide by. If she tells it, she will be punished by heaven. If the other party guesses it, it will not be considered a disclosure of the secret.

I hope to guide him step by step, as long as he tells me the only answer that can defeat him in this game.

An Zhongyan always mentioned the ancestor of the Supreme God, which must be a deep affection. An elder who cares for the younger generation will definitely tell her the name of the number one evil god in heaven. Because these Supreme Gods will control the future risks for their important disciples, and they will also know how to avoid risks when they pass the God Examination and rank in the God Class.

What's more, the devil is also a key question in the god examination, which has been tested for a hundred consecutive years.

Young people like An Zhongyan who rely on the powerful in the clan, most of their achievements are accumulated by rare treasures and the experience of their predecessors, so how could they not know anything? It's just that he was protected too well and was obsessed with the surface of his body, so how could he sense that danger had come.

Therefore, every time Wang Wei attacked him, he made him feel that he still had value in life, and at the same time gradually destroyed the family honor that he was most proud of. When he was exhausted, he killed him effortlessly.

Wang Wei has always felt that a single strike of the sword would kill a person, which is not as interesting as watching a noble and arrogant person collapse.

Rather than killing people, playing with people's hearts is her way of playing chess.

When a flower in a greenhouse encounters a flood, it can only pray for God's mercy.

"This sword is too thin and light. I realized it is just for show after using it."

Wang Wei did not draw her sword, but dug out An Zhongyan's spiritual root. She wanted to absorb it, but she found that he was a practitioner of fire magic, which was completely incompatible with her. The little spiritual power left did not support her to take any more risks.

Since it can't be used, I have to destroy it to prevent it from being used by others.

Wang Wei glanced at the corner in the distance and saw a shivering maid, who was also the only surviving witness at the scene.

When the maid looked up, Wang Wei was already in front of her. She said anxiously: "Sir, I will not tell you about this..."

"It doesn't matter to me." Wang Wei gave a completely different answer. After he finished speaking, he wanted to leave directly, but the maid grabbed his clothes.

Wang Wei lowered his head and saw fresh marks from whipping on her arms and chest.

"...Thank you, I will say he is dead and will not tell them your identity." The maid knelt on the ground and looked at the demon with gratitude.

Wang Wei didn't look at her again and walked out of the mansion where spring was fading.

When she reached the open space outside the tent, she raised her left hand and paused for a while. Her spiritual power had not yet recovered, so she could only condense a drop of blood from her fingertips and draw a talisman on the palm of her right hand, still writing backwards.

Finally, he said, "Mo Mei, let's go."

The talisman on the palm of the hand turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the boundless mountains and forests.

She looked up into the distance and saw a hint of red in the sky.

Some snow is falling.

Only one last thing is left to end the earthly cause and effect and return to heaven.

It was late at night, the temperature in Tianzhou dropped sharply to freezing point, snow fell on the mountain ridges, the branches were covered with crystal clear rime, and in the distance the earth was white, lonely and peaceful.

Only in the eastern forest, spiritual energy filled the air, the sky and the earth shook, and there seemed to be a mighty force that could shake the whole world.

Every tent had already lit a perpetual lamp, and looking down from the sky at this moment, one could see a vast expanse of stars.

If you look more closely, you will find that the location of the government tent is very particular, and is arranged according to the pattern of seven groups of fourteen Big Dipper talismans.

Each tent is connected by spiritual energy, forming spiritual pillars, and finally forming a Zhoutian Beidou formation.

At this time, there was no one outside the tent, and everyone went into the inner room to bless the formation.

The main tent is in the center of the formation, and there are 9981 Xuanmen disciples guarding it around.

Wang Wei stood by the secondary tent closest to the main tent and watched. She felt that she was getting closer and closer to her power. After seeing the main tent, she was sure that her power was inside.

Although I don’t know what happened at that time or why the power appeared here, the answer to the mystery must be in the account.

The Zhoutian Beidou formation was born from the spirit of Beichen. The power of the stars at midnight will reach its peak. This is the most critical moment of the formation. The power of the innate gods will increase and decrease, and follow the law of conservation. She is weak at this time. If she breaks the formation by force, she may put herself in danger.

Wang Wei walked into the main tent and prepared for any eventuality. After all, she had never been timid before. The outer barrier was like a copper wall, so the inner barrier was lax and there were no guards.

Inside the main tent was the interior of a mountain. The four rock walls were inlaid with glowing crystals, which looked like a small star array to bless the large array. The ground was also engraved with dense and mysterious patterns. She looked familiar, but she couldn't remember the origin for a moment.

Mo Yue and she share the same divine power, so when she came in, the formations she passed by did not reject her at all, and she was able to pass through them unhindered.

Finally, she walked out of the winding and deep corridor and saw the people in the formation.

Sitting in the center was a young man. He had his eyes tightly closed, his face was pale, his lips were slightly pursed, and his eyeballs were moving slightly, as if he was waking up.

There was a beam of light condensing into a shape above him, which should be the manifestation of his spiritual power. There were only five elders guarding him in the tent, and no one else.

What he saw along the way made Wang Wei sigh: "Looking at this face, he must have been dead for some time. He is dead, but he still has such a grand ceremony. The cultivators in the mortal world are quite extravagant."

Looking at the young man's gray face, she began to wonder, "They used the Zhoutian Beidou formation, Beidou destined death, and Nandou destined life. This person is dead, so even if we pray for blessings, we should pray to Nandou, why is it..."

She looked carefully and found that the direction of the spiritual power flowing in the formation under the boy's seat was quite familiar.

Wang Wei used her slender fingers to simulate the direction of spiritual power in the air, and instantly understood, isn't this the flow of perverse actions? It is similar to the core technique of Taoism she created.

It turns out that they are fighting against death and heading for life.

Wang Wei shook his head. Who on earth was this person? Why were these people willing to use such a huge force to resurrect him?

In this world, countless lives are born and die every day. All things wither and prosper, rise and fall. Even gods, when they are exhausted, will perish and return to heaven and earth. This is the only unchanging natural truth in the world.

What's more, anyone who goes against the will of heaven will pay a huge price.

Suddenly, the energy field in the formation vibrated, and Wang Wei was also greatly affected. She felt her power again.

This time it was not a breath leak, but a surge of spiritual power that burst out from the young man's body, and his soul was fully restored.

The energy impact this time was too great. Cracks appeared on the rock walls of the entire mountain, debris kept falling from the sky, and holes of varying sizes were smashed into the ground.

The five guardian elders around were knocked to the ground, and even the disciples outside were not spared. They fell to the side, knocked unconscious by the shock of the spell.

In an instant, the thousands of eternal lamps in the mansion were extinguished, and the spiritual energy in the formation dimmed.

The silence lasted for only five breaths, and suddenly a column of light broke through the clouds and burst out from the center of the main tent. It seemed as if it wanted to compete with the sky for height. It gathered all the spiritual power in the formation, and for a moment the light illuminated the sky and the earth, and the night was as bright as day, and the sun was high in the sky.

"Done?"

The great elder sitting in the east seat was the first to wake up. She jumped onto the platform to check the situation and helped the young man sit up straight.

He hadn't woken up yet, but he looked slightly different than when I first saw him. He seemed to be thawing from a frozen state, his face gradually showing color, and his spiritual power slowly flowed through his meridians.

Wang Wei stood behind the stone pillar and watched everything. She was absolutely sure that her power was in that man's body.

Although she didn't know why, at the moment the power exploded, her soul felt a burning sensation, and some of the power actually returned to her body!

"If I kill him now, will my strength be completely restored?"

Wang thought about it this way and did it immediately.

She condensed two water blades in her hands and flew them towards the young man's heart and forehead.