I'm clearly a villain [Quick Transmigration]

The man thought about it over and over again, but he didn't think of anything wrong to say, so he could only say: "What else is there for him to do? It's already a great crime for him to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors!"

After all, continue to yell.

Qi Mo was very patient. He waited until these people had finished scolding and their voices became softer, before he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, can you let me in?"

The cultivator on the city wall threw a few swords down, and inserted them into Qi Mo's side with incomparable precision, forming a circle, and the person above cursed: "Shameless demon monk, go dreaming!"

Qi Mo said slowly: "Are you really not opening the door with the little monk?"

The people above were still cursing, but when they heard this sentence, which was not considered indifferent, and even had a particularly gentle tone, they trembled and fell silent for a moment.

Qi Mo smiled slightly and said, "Okay, I see."

He took a step back, unsheathed his long sword, and pointed it at the city wall.

Wind blows.

no doubt.

The original owner is a genius.

Although he studied Buddhism intensively, his swordsmanship never failed. 20 years is enough for a genius to progress to the realm of terror.

Not to mention that it is Qi Mo who is standing here now.

He was smiling, his expression was compassionate, and his tone was even apologetic.

He said, "Excuse me."

Cut down with a sword!

A sharp sword intent came across, using the wind as a blade, and it blew across the towering city wall in an instant.

The breeze was blowing on the face, it didn't seem to have any lethality, and even brought a feeling of coolness, which made people feel happy.

It's almost like playing around.

Seeing this scene, a monk standing on the city wall laughed out loud, wanting to mock Qi Mo.

But it was just a cry.

Then, blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.The man's expression distorted at that moment, and finally froze on the terrified expression, and fell from the city wall.

This is just one example.

In an instant, many monks were killed by this sword.

The whole place was silent.

Both out of fear and out of anger.

The power of a sword is enough to shock the audience!

"...Monster!"

"You devil, die with a thousand cuts!!"

The rest of the cultivators were only stunned for a moment, then reacted and roared angrily.

Qi Mo is still the same, he still has a smile on his face, and his every move looks extremely peaceful and beautiful.

He said—"Please."

The battle lasted until evening.

The setting sun hangs in the sky, dyeing a piece of cloud red.

The wind whimpered, and left far away with the smell of blood. The city was already broken, and a big hole was broken in the high and dangerous city wall, and many corpses lay there.

Qi Mo suffered a lot of injuries, and his newly changed clothes were already stained red with some scorched black marks.

There are a lot of people sitting here, and Qi Mo was also injured in the battle at Qingjing Temple, so the injury seems to be more serious now.

There were no living people in the city, and they had struggled before, some scolded him as a demon monk, some cursed him to die, and some were crying and begging him to spare their lives, but it was all in vain.

Qi Mo spent another half a month to restore this place to its original state, and then continued to go north.

He knows exactly what this battle means, and when facing the next battle, he will not let him be as easy as he is now.

"Jiao Bo, does what you said before still count?"

After Qi Mo wiped the long sword, he observed the expression changes on Jiao Bo's face with the reflection of the sword light.

Jiao Bo is that red-clothed demon cultivator.

His name is also considered resounding, otherwise Demon Realm would not have sent him out.

Jiao Bo lazily leaned against the tree, he said: "You want me, Demon Realm...to help you attack the city?"

What Qi Mo thinks is naturally unimportant.As long as their goals are the same, Moyu can reach cooperation with people that both parties are satisfied with.

But this does not mean that they will send people to die.

Qi Mo killed Qingjing Temple overnight, and destroyed the first city to the north of Qingjing Temple. He already knew what he was going to face next without even thinking about it.

Qi Mo smiled.

He said: "Although I abide by some rules, I am not a pedantic person... I want Moyu to help me and clear the Eight Elements Mountain."

The Eight Elements Mountain is the sect that once slaughtered all the Qi family and took away the inheritance of Xiaoling.

Their young mountain master, Du Jianranuo, had died in Qi Mo's hands two years ago.

"Eight Elements Mountain?" Jiao Bo's eyes lit up, and he said, "Are you going to grab resources?"

As a martial arts sect, the Eight Elements Mountain is mysterious and unfathomable. It has always seen its head but never its tail. It is difficult for anyone in the world to find its trace.

Among them are hidden treasures, spirit stones, rare gadgets, and countless treasures of heaven and earth, which can be said to be very rich.

Jiao Bo didn't know Qi Mo's real identity, and only thought that he was going to search for resources to strengthen himself.

"That's not the case." Qi Mo smiled slightly and said, "Just to get back some of my own things."

In the world of comprehension, news has always spread quickly.

Especially the news that has not been blocked by the intervention of big forces, it will pass faster.

In half a month, the news of Qi Mo's collusion with the demons to slaughter the city spread throughout the world.

It has become a new material for storytellers, no matter monks or mortals, they always have to say a few words when chatting after dinner.

They are afraid, but they feel unreal if they are too far away.

Just like now.

"That demon monk was hideous and terrifying. He had three heads and eight arms! He was eighteen feet tall and liked to eat human flesh raw. With one punch, he broke the city. With one big mouth, a gust of evil wind blew through and killed several people. The immortal master swallowed it!..."

The storyteller was so eloquent, he talked about how the demon monk Liao Yuan led three thousand demons to destroy the city and eat people, and won applause from all the halls.

Occasionally, a few people questioned: "That's not what I heard. Didn't it mean that the monk was born extraordinarily handsome, and he was only one when he broke the city? Why did he bring three thousand demons with him?"

The storyteller stared at him and said: "This master is not right. The so-called appearance is born from the heart. He did such things as deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors and slaughtering a whole city. Isn't he not evil enough?"

This made sense, everyone burst into laughter, and it was very lively for a while, and the storyteller told the story of the demon monk who deceived the master and exterminated the ancestors, and killed the Qingjing Temple overnight...

When he was halfway through his speech, a boy walked around the teahouse holding a wooden tray, begging for some rewards.

He waited until it was almost dark before the storyteller packed up his things and prepared to go back. He and his granddaughter packed up the money together, and unexpectedly found a piece of warm jade under a small handful of copper coins.

"This is..." The storyteller was stunned, picked up the jade and inspected it carefully, only to see that it was translucent and lustrous, and under the light of the candlelight, there was a layer of blurred brilliance on the surface, which made people look crazy.

"It's so pretty!" His granddaughter said with bright eyes, "Grandpa, grandpa, make me a chain with this stone—Wang Siniang and I praised her for having a silver collar, which is much prettier than hers..."

The storyteller was already in a daze, but he was awakened by his granddaughter at this moment. He quickly put the jade away, and felt the coolness of the jade when it was close to his body, and said seriously: "Silly girl! You can't let this go out, Even if grandpa said that he had written books for the past ten years, he would not be able to buy this kind of jade. He must return it to others."

His granddaughter pursed her lips, but after all she understood the truth, so she could only say: "Okay, okay, I'll just have a look, and I'll return it tomorrow..."

As she spoke, she wondered who the guest who lost the jade was, she had no idea for a long time, so she stopped thinking about it

They put away the spirit stones, blew out the lights, and rested.

Immediately, the whole town fell asleep.

Behind the town, a majestic mountain slowly appeared. The moonlight of this landscape fell on the mountain, and a mysterious and majestic aura erupted.

……

The night is dark.

Beside a gurgling stream, a young man was washing his hands.

He washed it very carefully, inside and out, up and down, without letting go of any cracks.

After washing his hands, he took out another sword.

It was also a jade-like sword.

The sword body is hidden in the scabbard, which is ordinary ebony, and there is not even any pattern engraved on it.It doesn't match up with this sword.

The body of the sword is like deep autumn water, reflecting a cold light and a pair of beautiful eyebrows.

The master with good eyebrows was seriously washing his sword by the water.

The wet cloth towel was wiped across the sword body to wash away the bloody smell on it, and regained the moist feeling like a lotus.

Here is the Eight Elements Mountain.

And this person is Qi Mo.

Qi Mo knew where the Eight Elements Mountain was.

He once killed Du Jianranuo, and beheaded dozens of disciples of the Eight Elements Mountain, and took their souls into his body.

From the storage bags of these Eight Elements Mountain disciples, he got a lot of news about Eight Elements Mountain, including the location of Eight Elements Mountain.

There are countless treasures in the Eight Elements Mountain, and the Demon Realm does not have the strength to swallow it, but there is no trace of it.Now that a great opportunity is coming to your door, why don't you seize it?

Quietly, a gust of devilish energy enveloped this majestic mountain.

The full moon climbed up to the mid-heaven bit by bit, but he was not in a hurry, and was still slowly and calmly wiping the long sword.

A gust of wind blew over.

It blocked the silvery white moonlight, and also covered the changes in the darkness.

Time is up.