I'm clearly a villain [Quick Transmigration]

"This is your reward." Qi Mo stood in the jungle with a smile on his face, looking at the fox-like monster in front of him.

The monster has long snow-white fur. Its mouth is so huge that it can swallow a living person in one bite. Its mouth is full of sharp teeth.

Now, it hangs its head obediently, and leans over to let the person in front of it stroke it well, while purring obediently.

If you ignore its size, it looks so cute.

While thinking this way, Qi Mo fed it with the corpses of his subordinates.

Monster beasts love the flesh and blood of human monks.After all, as a monk, every inch of flesh and blood in his body has been tempered by pure spiritual energy.Not to mention the deliciousness, it also contains a strong aura, which is even better than the flesh and blood of monsters.

If it weren't for the fact that human races eat each other is a taboo, maybe human meat is the most popular meat among human races now.

Qi Mo thought casually, cleaned up a few corpses, and then went after the traces of other people.

From refining qi to building a foundation, ordinary people need decades of hard work.

From the establishment of the foundation to the golden core, ordinary people can count 50 years, and there are very few people who can break through.

And from Jindan to Yuanying, the lifespan of a monk is 600 years...the time for breakthrough is naturally longer.

Only the talented disciples from these great sects with excellent foundations and accumulated resources can break through the foundation building or even the Nascent Soul stage at such an age.

And the people Qi Mo killed all participated in the massacre of the Qi family.The blood of his men is indispensable.

It's a pity that they probably never thought that the fish that slipped through the net of the Qi family would grow so fast, and they would be able to catch up with them in just a dozen years, and even easily control their lives in their palms.

It was not until sunset that Qi Mo killed the last person.

He was already covered in blood, but none of it was his own.

Although he still had a faint smile, there was even a look of compassion in his eyes.But it makes people feel terrible for no reason.

The long sword drank blood, and should have been spotless, but now there were three streaks of blood on the sword, and it became mysterious in an instant, like some kind of bloodthirsty magic sword.

Qi Mo shook off the blood on the sword before flicking the sword, and said with a smile: "It's a good sword."

After he finished speaking, he took a step forward.

The blood on his body disappeared, and he turned back into the white-clothed, compassionate Buddha cultivator: "If you don't bleed...you should wake up."

Ning Buliu has not woken up yet.

He is comprehending Daoyun.

Qi Mo had tapped him a drop of blood before, firstly to stimulate his sword intent, and secondly to make the afterimage of the real immortal more interesting - this is the person under the protection of the Qi family, so the real immortal should be partial to one or two.

It is estimated that Ning Buliu is still very much loved by the real immortal afterimage.When Qi Mo came back, afterimage had given up on posing on the chair, but rested his face on one hand, silently looking at the young man who was closing his eyes and contemplating enlightenment.

When Qi Mo reappeared in the inheritance hall, he opened his eyes sideways and looked at the sword in Qi Mo's hand.

The sword was still hidden in the black scabbard, but it gave off a completely different feeling.The afterimage looked at it for a while, but there was no intention of coming back.

He didn't want it, Qi Mo naturally pretended not to know, he held the sword, sat down on the other side upright, and looked at Ning Buliu without blinking.

Afterimage also opened his eyes and continued to look at Ning Buliu.

Ning Buliu was watched by the two ancestors, and seemed to have noticed something, and finally a little strange image began to appear on his body.

As he exhaled and inhaled, a rich aura entered his lungs, and the coercion on his body also changed from weak to strong, and then from strong to weak.

This is Ning Buliu tempering his body.

His cultivation and spiritual power are tempering his physical body.Broaden his spiritual root and increase his cultivation talent.

This process lasted for three days.

Ning Buliu's body has been overflowing with black impurities. He is taller and his face is much better-looking. The clothes on his body are stretched out, and the thin muscles covering the skeleton can be seen.

Qi Mo couldn't stand the smell.Rinse Ningbuliu with a simple method.

The clothes on his body were torn and tattered due to the growth of his stature. A stream of water went down, and his figure was more clearly outlined.

Qi Mo couldn't hold back for a while, and didn't know what was wrong, so he glanced between his legs.I just feel that a well-developed young man should not be underestimated...

After the cultivation talent was abruptly raised to the highest level, sword light began to emerge from Ning Buliu's body. The sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger, and his cultivation base became higher and higher.

From the middle stage of foundation establishment, breakthrough to the late stage of foundation establishment, and then to the golden core realm.

He sang and advanced all the way, almost without barriers.From the middle stage of Foundation Establishment to the late stage of Golden Core, it barely stopped.

Even with the aura of swallowing thunder, even Qi Mo felt tremendous pressure when he was on the side.

After Ning Buliu's cultivation reached the late Golden Core stage, it began to fall again.

Repeated this several times, another nine days.

His realm finally fell to the early stage of Golden Core.The foundation was so strong that Qi Mo couldn't help but look sideways.

Ning Buliu is still immersed in the Dao rhyme, unable to extricate himself.

Then another three months passed.

Finally, Ning Buliu is done!

His cultivation base has broken through to the middle stage of Jindan, and his aura is incomparable to ordinary geniuses.

Holding the sword in his arms, Qi Mo saw him slowly open his eyes, from being confused to sober.As soon as he woke up, he saw Qi Mo sitting cross-legged indifferently beside him.

"Silly monk!"

Ning Buliu let out a loud cry, but didn't notice that Qi Mo became stiff for a moment when he called out this nickname. Like a baby bird fluttering its nest, it flew directly into Qi Mo's arms.

Qi Mo: "..."

He looked at the afterimage on the seat, and found that the afterimage had already taken advantage of this moment and quickly assumed the posture it had at the beginning, appearing particularly unpredictable.

Ning Buliu's whole body was hot, and he still had unfinished sword glow.Naturally, Qi Mo was fine, but the clothes on his body couldn't support the sharp sword light, and they were cut open, revealing the thin white flesh.

Ning Buliu didn't notice it, he rubbed against Qi Mo's body for a long time, rubbed the monk's robe on Qi Mo's body into a beggar's attire, and said: "Silly monk! I got the inheritance of the real immortal——"

Qi Mo was silent for a while, and praised: "Not bad."

After he finished speaking, he went to push the octopus that was wrapped around his body, but he was surprised to find that the strength of Ning's octopus had become unusually strong, and he triumphantly pressed it on him, wagging his tail and said: "Push! , Push, can’t push it!”

Qi Mo: "..."

Qi Mo said: "The afterimage of the real immortal is still on it, please respect it!"

Ning Buliu paused for a moment, then climbed off him aggrievedly, only then realized that he was not fully clothed, his old face blushed, and he hurriedly asked for a piece of clothing from Qi Mo. Wear well.

Only then did he correct his demeanor, and bowed to the afterimage of the real immortal: "The incompetent disciple would rather not flow, and now inherit the master's mantle, and I have met the master here!"