I'm clearly a villain [Quick Transmigration]

Qi Mo didn't know how many things Ning Buliu had hidden, but he was very clear about whether he was okay or not.

"You have fully recovered." Qi Mo lowered his brows and looked very gentle.

Ning Buliu said: "Then we are..."

"I used your mysterious card."

Qi Mo didn't wait for him to finish, and threw out the false excuse.With his character, he shouldn't be so eager. This move is just a small seed for Ning Buliu.

Seeing that Qi Mo didn't want to say more, Ning Buliu was confused, and couldn't help feeling a little strange in his heart.He paused, with a smile on his face, and continued: "Then how about you accept the inheritance now?"

Qi Mo shook his head slightly, and he said: "I am following the way of Buddhism, and this inheritance of true immortals is not in line with me. Go ahead."

Ning Buliu said righteously: "You brought me here, it should be yours, it should be yours. I didn't do anything, you are here to accept the inheritance, and I will go to other places for a stroll. Maybe you can get unexpected gains.”

"Do not."

Qi Mo still refused, he said: "This inheritance is very suitable for you. I practice Buddhism, if I accept the inheritance of immortality, I will give birth to demons."

Ning Buliu said: "Then you bring me here!"

He frowned slightly, showing childish dissatisfaction, "...then what am I doing?"

"It's not what you think it is."

Qi Mo's eyes were deep, he lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice: "The monk surnamed Du has already begun to accept the inheritance here. His intentions are not righteous, and if he gets the inheritance, there will be great disaster for the common people. It is inconvenient for me to suffer this now." Only you can inherit the immortal way."

Besides, the inheritance of true immortals is not so good, Qi Mo twirled this sentence on the tip of his tongue, and swallowed it again.

Continued: "I know what you are thinking in your heart. If this thing is done, it will be in the greatest benefit to me. Even if you feel guilty in your heart, you will be able to repay me for this karma in the future."

Ning Buliu is not easy to talk, but feels very awkward... It seems that he has been experiencing this good thing that happened to him after he met Qi Mo.

First he was hit on the head by a white and sweet monk pie, and then by a big and heavy real fairy pie, which almost knocked him out of his head.

"I..." Ning Buliu originally wanted to make a promise, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was unreliable.Then Qi Mo said: "Then I will go."

If he can really swallow this big pie, he will sign a soul contract with this stupid monk. From then on, everything he owns...except of course the Taoist companion, will give half to this stupid monk.

Ning Buliu, arrogant and high-spirited, followed Qi Mo all the way to the afterimage left by the real fairy.

The afterimage is the same as a real person, and there is even a slight rise and fall of the chest when breathing.If Qi Mo hadn't known that the real fairy in this world had passed away, he would have thought that this was a real fairy who had come here.

Du Jianranuo was already sitting under the afterimage, his eyes slightly closed, and the seven-color glow flowed around him, and the aura on his body grew stronger with each breath, clear and pure, surpassing the aura that should be in the golden core period.

When Ning Buliu saw him, he approached aggressively, found a good angle, and wanted to kick him, and finally told this person to fork his meridians, become obsessed, and his cultivation retreated three steps!

But Qi Mo twisted his collar, pressed him to the ground, and scolded: "At this time, you can't hurt him at all, hurry up and comprehend the Dao rhyme here, don't let him take a step too fast."

"..."

Ning Buliu was a little aggrieved, he sat cross-legged, and could only follow what Qi Mo said, and began to comprehend Daoyun.

"...Where is the Dao Yun here?"

Qi Mo: "..."

Qi Mo helplessly pointed at the afterimage of the real immortal: "...it."

The real fairy passed away, leaving only an afterimage.The trials he left behind were only to make those talents from the sky break through layers of protection and come here.

After that, as long as you can comprehend this rhyme, you will have the true immortal inheritance in your hands.

Ning Buliu's eyes widened, and he tried his best to look carefully at the afterimage.

The afterimage retains the appearance of the real immortal.

He was dressed in black, with black hair and white skin, and was exceptionally handsome.

With an imposing manner, he looked like a peerless beast in a deep sleep. Although it revealed a bit of laziness, it still made people's hairs explode, and they couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

This should be the thinking of ordinary people.

But Ning Buliu remembered the description in his mind, sat there for a while, but only felt——

Ugh.

This so-called true immortal is not as good-looking as a stupid monk.

……

Ning Buliu was immersed in the realm of comprehending Daoyun, and there was no vision around him.Compared with Du Jianranuo, who was overflowing with fragrance, blooming with all kinds of splendor, and surrounded by phantom shadows of dragons, he was a bit too simple.

Qi Mo stood on the spot and watched for a while, thinking that if he didn't know that Ning Buliu was the protagonist, he would have to doubt life now.

Not long after, Ning Buliu finally began to have a different aura.As he breathes and breathes out, there is pure aura being absorbed into the lungs.

Seeing that he finally entered the state, Qi Mo was relieved.

He left from where he was, wiped his fingertips away, and forced out the blood in his body.

A drop of crystal clear blood fell to Ning Buliu Tianling's place, and directly merged into it without any waves.

Ning Buliu was beside him, and a Qingyue Jianming sounded instantly.

He let out a muffled grunt, and the skin all over his body was split open, and black red blood flowed out, staining the floor tiles red.

A sword shadow gradually emerged from his heavenly spirit. Although it was blurred, it revealed a boundless sword intent invisibly.

The sword intent was erased little by little, and the sword shadow also blurred and changed shape.Qi Mo didn't pay attention to these details. He groped Ning Buliu's body, found a small card, and drew out a long sword. He then walked behind Du Jianranuo and pierced the sword neatly through his heart.

Du Jianranuo was still immersed in the Dao rhyme, unable to extricate himself, unable to detect the movement outside.The injuries on his body are also shrinking automatically, slowly recovering.

Qi Mo gave a low laugh, he didn't try any more, instead he swung the sword neatly, and with all his strength, he gouged off his head.

The body that had been sitting cross-legged suddenly softened, and Du Jianranuo finally realized that his soul floated out of the sky spirit, saw his own body first, and couldn't help but let out a loud cry.

"Don't be noisy."

Qi Mo took his time, stretched out his hand and pinched Du Jianranuo's soul, and said with a smile: "Don't startle him."

After all, he took Du Jianranuo's soul body into his body and imprisoned him. Then he went to touch the corpse again, took out the small black card, and then cleaned up the traces on the ground.

Soon, the inheritance hall became spotless again.

Qi Mo threw away his sword, and the two small cards merged into one place. After being soaked in his blood, they temporarily merged into one again.

He turned to follow the steps, walked to the seat where the shadow was, and drew the long sword in the hand of the shadow.

The originally illusory afterimage became solid the moment he touched it, with a warm temperature, just like a real person.

Remnant Shadow opened his eyes and looked at him with a faint smile that seemed to be there.

Qi Mo bowed, and said calmly: "Please borrow the ancestor's saber."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to hold the black sheathed sword.

The phantom of the long sword burst into a layer of water-like ripples, which changed from virtual to real in Qi Mo's hands.

Qi Mo drew his sword out of its sheath, and saw the cold light shining brightly, and the sword light was as clear as water.The sword body reflected a handsome face with handsome eyebrows and long eyes, it was Qi Mo's face.

He looked at the long sword in his hand with satisfaction, and said to Remnant Shadow: "My disciple, thank you, Patriarch."

After saying this sentence, he turned around directly, his figure fluctuated like water ripples, and disappeared into the hall.

This small card seems to be just a pass to enter the secret realm of inheritance, but it can actually control part of the secret realm.Qi Mo holds it now, although he has no power to affect the inheritance, but as a true immortal bloodline, he can move freely in it.

He came out of the inheritance hall and appeared in a dense forest.

The Golden Core cultivators who had chased and killed Ning Buliu were being chased and fled in embarrassment by a monster with extraordinary blood.

Qi Mo counted, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, they were all there.

He didn't hide his figure, so the leading Jin Dan quickly found him. When he was surprised, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After all, Buddha's compassion is well-known: "Monk, save me quickly!" Bundle!"

Qi Mo stood on the spot, he didn't say a word, but with a slight smile on his face, he took a step forward and blocked in front of the monster.

The monster wanted to tear him apart with its claws, but in the next moment it smelled the breath from the blood of the real immortal on him, whimpered instantly, stopped its movements, and fell down on the ground very docilely.

Jin Dan, the leader, only thought that Qi Mo had resorted to some means, he breathed a sigh of relief, and sneered, "Dead monk..."

Before he finished his harsh words, he saw Qi Mo's expression was light, like a child playing, he drew a sword very casually.

His leisurely strolling, natural and calm posture can be described as extremely leisurely.

But the head of the leader, Jin Dan, had already fallen off his neck, and Gululu rolled aside, touching the dead leaves and mud on the ground.

Qi Mo stretched out his hand and summoned his soul body into his body.

The air froze for a few seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a female cultivator's scream pierced the sky, terrified and shrill.The six figures, like the six sword lights, collapsed and scattered as if they were dying!If they had used such speed in the face of this monster, they would have thrown it away long ago.

Qi Mo smiled slightly, he took a step forward and came to one of them.

Before the man could react, his head flew high, and when his soul body was still at a loss, it was already taken into Qi Mo's body.

Qi Mo was calm and calm, he left from here, and came to another person, sealed his throat with a sword, and put away his soul body.

Its natural and unrestrained freehand brushwork is like a modest gentleman looking at flowers in the court, only to see a piece of tranquility and peace.

When the blood of the last person splashed onto his snow-white robe, the young monk Fang slowly put his sword back into its sheath, and said with a low laugh:

"Reincarnation of cause and effect, the lords owe me a total of 370 lives to the direct descendants of the Qi family and the servants of the side branches."

"Now, it's time to return it to the monk."