The villain's daily corpse collection

The water blade was approaching the young man's fatal spot at an extremely fast speed, but was blocked by an invisible defense just before it reached him. The water blade immediately turned into mist and dissipated, forming a series of slight waves in the air.

The Great Elder didn't notice anything unusual, and she recited the Purity Sutra beside him to help him wake up as soon as possible.

Wang Wei was hit by the rebound of the energy. She struggled to steady herself and murmured in surprise, "I actually... failed."

She couldn't kill him, could it be that the power was protecting him?

This whole thing was too ridiculous. Before this, no one else in the world had a body that could bear this power.

It never happened before, and it certainly won’t happen in the future.

Wang Wei's breathing gradually became heavier. She felt the heart between her sternum trembling fiercely, and this heart was jumping for joy for her loss. Wang Wei pressed her chest hard, secretly regulating her breathing, calming herself down, and returning her Qi to her Dantian, but her injured arm still couldn't stop trembling.

"I can't let the situation continue to develop. I must take the initiative to make a decision." Wang Wei pursed his lips and secretly made a vow.

Because of the unusual movement just now, a very small amount of power returned to her body, repairing her fragile soul. This detail inspired her.

She used this to come up with a more extreme method. The young man had not yet awakened, and the power had not completely entered his soul. It would be better for her to help him, forcibly awaken his soul, and send the power into his body.

If he died because he couldn't bear the strong power, it was God's will. She had no choice but to give all the power to her. After all, there were hundreds of monks here, but he was the only one chosen. There must be a reason. If he was still alive, she would find a way to get it back sooner or later.

Wang Wei made up her mind, concentrated her mind and chanted a spell: "The calamity of Fu's destiny is as old as the sky. There is a way out of the chaos. Open it!" The mark on her forehead flickered faintly, and her third eye could not be opened yet, but a little help was enough.

The young man sitting in the center suddenly opened his eyes, although they were empty and lifeless at this moment.

His first glance was not at the elder beside him, but at Wang Wei who was hiding behind the stone pillar. Wang Wei naturally felt this gaze, and she was also looking at him at this time.

But this glance was not his true self awakening, but the reaction of the demon god's power entering his soul. Then, she was forcibly dragged into an unfamiliar sea of ​​consciousness by an inexplicable force, which should be the young man's sea of ​​consciousness.

Looking forward, I saw the world change in an instant. The frozen snowfield melted in an instant, and the exhausted life began to revive. The water gurgled, the new grass sprouted, the spring breeze blew, and life continued.

After being sealed for a thousand years, due to her intervention, the evolution of all things was completed in an instant.

“Tao gives birth to it, virtue nurtures it, things shape it, and momentum makes it happen.” Looking at the natural evolution around him, Wang Wei felt unable to describe his mood for a moment. He just spoke slowly and let his heart move freely.

"Tao" gives birth to all things, "De" nourishes all things, and finally the heaven and the earth are formed and all things come to life.

"Is the heaven warning me not to take this power for myself, not to take credit for it, and not to dominate everything?" She snorted coldly, "Xuan De's people, let the gods in the Heavenly Palace do it. I won't do it."

She casually wrote a thunderstorm talisman, which paved the way for a sudden storm in the clear sea of ​​consciousness. Then, the sudden force sent her out of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The power of the devil left her, and the imagined natural disasters and man-made disasters did not happen, nor did the people suffer the consequences, nor did she have to choose between two options for life and death.

Some of the lost lives are awakening, and it seems that everything is flourishing within the laws of nature.

"I just entered that person's sea of ​​consciousness, and I didn't feel rejected by the surroundings. I can still use my power and move freely." Wang Wei felt that this was an opportunity. "It's okay to keep the power in him temporarily. I just need to find a way to get it back as soon as possible."

She has lost her divine body now, and there is no way to get it back. The situation is set, and there is really no need to take it by force.

Wang Wei changed his mind and began to observe the young man who had just woken up, wanting to see what was special about him.

After all, the power of the devil has never chosen people from the mortal world.

When the power was activated, a bright red flashed in the man's eyes, and then his ears and eyes became clear, and his consciousness recovered.

His black hair was scattered behind him, and it looked even darker against his complexion. His eyes were as bright as the rising sun in the east, and a single glance could destroy the beauty of spring in the cold winter night.

Because he had not seen the sun for a long time, his skin was white and translucent. He looked thin and narrow, but in fact his shoulders were broad and he looked quite stable and strong. His sharp features showed his handsomeness, but his gentle eyes and eyebrows made people want to get close to him, trying to draw the last vitality from him in the long winter night.

Wang Wei has always believed that appearance can be deceptive, and one must look at the spirit of a person, and the most intuitive thing is the eyes. His eyes are not as pure as his appearance, as if he has experienced the vicissitudes of life... There is actually a sense of extreme grief.

This reminded her of the delicate but fragile glass cup that someone had placed beside the table piled with memorials in the Chenxin Palace. It contained an ever-burning fire that illuminated the palace and ensured that the light would never go out. But she was not disappointed, because the good things in the world were never strong enough and could not last forever.

Wang Wei didn't understand why the power of the demon god chose a glass lamp as a vessel. If glass can be used to carry things, why can't her "flowing water" be used to carry things?

The young man let out a long sigh and looked at the figures below. They were the elders of the sect when he was training in the mortal world. Although he had never seen some of them before, he recognized the elder Chun He who was chanting the scriptures.

Before he ascended, Chun He was just a child with pigtails who had just entered the sect. Now she is wearing the elder's uniform and is in the position of Zhengdong. Her hair is gradually turning gray. It is unknown how old she is, or whether she is dead or alive.

"Is this the underworld? How long has it been now?" Not knowing the situation, he could only ask according to his perception, because he was sure he was dead. The guardian elders on the ground gradually woke up and stood up. The chief elder Chun He saw him wake up and replied respectfully: "Lord Huo Feng, you are finally awake!"

After hearing this, the dazed young man was stunned for a few breaths, his expression turned abnormal, and he looked even colder than when he was dead.

what?

Isn't he dead?

This is just a nightmare.

Huo Feng slowly closed his eyes, thinking that he must have opened them in the wrong way.

When he opened his eyes again, the five elders had already straightened their appearance and were standing respectfully in front of him, looking at him with smiles. There were also some inner disciples in the back row who came in to check on the situation.

Elder Chunhe added: "Lord God, you are not dreaming. This is real. In fact, before you wake up, we can hardly believe that it really happened."

The second elder Huang Mei said eagerly: "It's worth it that we spent five hundred years researching this secret technique. Although it used up almost all of Tian He Sect's resources, this ending is cause for celebration!"

Before he finished speaking, the black-bearded third elder beside him pushed him and said, "What resources?! Lord Huo Feng was obtained by our ancestors' good deeds. We don't mind using him any more! In almost two thousand years, only one of our major sects has produced such a Lord. It is truly a blessing for our sect."

After hearing these words, the protagonist who was surrounded in the center did not feel happy. Instead, a kind of imperceptible pain appeared on his face.

He is actually a god, no wonder his body can carry such power!

This was something Wang Wei had never expected, as she had never seen such a person in heaven. But just in case, as a well-known person in the Four Realms, Wang Wei still covered half of her face with a veil.

Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. Using spiritual power to change one's face is a real waste, and it cannot be maintained forever. Once it is exposed, it will be even more difficult to deal with.

The elders were still immersed in the previous topic: "Not a single drop of waste! The Divine Lord is the light of our Tianhe Sect."

"Who says that coming back to life must be against the will of heaven? Our Lord God was not destined to die. If that devil had not insisted on starting a war with the Heavenly Palace, the Lord God would not have died at all."

When Wang Wei heard someone mention the war that happened a thousand years ago, she recalled the name Huo Feng. It was not on the list of opponents, nor on the list of people she wanted to eliminate. She really didn't recognize it at all.

I didn't do anything, so how did he die?

These old guys don't check the facts, and they frame her when there is a problem. I am not that idle, I am not a scavenger, I will not casually break the useless glass cups at hand, and I will not kill useless people at will. I hope you will not criticize me secretly.

Several old men were talking incessantly and enjoying themselves, and no one noticed how bad the expression of the Lord of Light of their sect, whom they were talking about, was.

He had not yet fully recovered, and his pale face was covered with a layer of blue. His eyes were lowered, as if he was gathering strength.

His heart was tortured by the soul -

Who on earth had the audacity to resurrect him?

It was so boring and wasteful that he actually spent five hundred years on research? With that much time, he could have passed the Divine Examination and ascended to become a God a long time ago.

He finally died by his own merit, could he be allowed to die early and be reborn sooner?

Huo Feng did not reply, but just meditated and regulated his breathing. He had already noticed that there was an unfamiliar force in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This force is mysterious and unpredictable, like a gray haze with red lightning appearing from time to time, like a torrential rain.

I can't take it out, and it seems I can't control it.

Wang Wei had been staring at Huo Feng's expression, and she finally saw the clue: "He seems to know the existence of power. We have to find a way to get close to him and don't let him act rashly."

"Report! Great Elder, something happened outside." The eldest senior brother who was guarding outside hurried over from outside the tent, "Lord God! You...you are really awake." Seeing Huo Feng wake up, he was incoherent for a moment.

Chun He waved his sleeves and straightened his majestic posture: "As the eldest brother of Tian He Sect, how can you be so reckless and rude in front of the God!"

"No problem!" Huo Feng said, "Great Elder, he has something important to tell you, let's listen to him first."

Chun He nodded: "What's the matter?"

The eldest senior brother looked at Huo Feng gratefully, and said anxiously but with some hesitation: "Someone is dead outside... The one who died is the young master of the An family of Lin'an Palace."

Chun He frowned: "Someone died in their Lin'an Palace, what does it have to do with our Tian He Sect?"

The eldest brother was about to speak but stopped. The third elder with a black beard said impatiently, "You are so hesitant! Tell the truth now!"

"Someone from Lin'an Palace said that the God stole his life. Their young master died, but the God was resurrected. It was the God who stole his life, and they want to put all the blame on Tianhemen!"