I'm clearly a villain [Quick Transmigration]

A sharp cry of crows cut through the heavy and thick clouds in the sky like a sword.

Dozens of sword lights flashed across the sky and pierced into the mountain. The mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the rubble exploded.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack—!"

The mountain quickly became chaotic, and the disciples ran out of the houses one after another, and gathered in the main hall in the mountain.

Soon, a bright curtain of light enveloped the entire mountain range.The attacks of the demon cultivators were blocked one after another.

But this does not include Qi Mo.

He finally finished washing the sword.

The sword did not return to its sheath, but was held in his hand.

He walked up the Eight Elements Mountain.

Killing enemies with one's hands has always been a very satisfying thing.Qi Mo was not in a hurry, and even a little too calm.

There was chaos and noise in the Eight Elements Mountain, the disciples fought with the infiltrating demons, blood and sword lights were everywhere, corpses were everywhere, all the disciples of the Eight Elements Mountain gathered in one place, and they were trapped in the desperate demon realm. People were scattered and defeated.

Qi Mo stood at the foot of the mountain.

He looked up at a majestic mountain, and vaguely saw the blood on the top of the mountain, so he went up the mountain more calmly.

From time to time, disciples of the Eight Elements Mountain rushed down the mountain, but he sensed and stopped them all, and bowed their heads directly.

He didn't even let their souls go as before, but after giving them a fatal blow, he continued to move upwards.

Whether they can live or not depends on their own good fortune.

Soon, the soul body of a disciple who was still barely able to move rushed towards another soul body, swallowing it like a wild beast.

Qi Mo walked all the way and killed all the way.When he reached the mountainside, there were already hundreds of corpses lying behind him.But the snow-white sleeves were still not stained with blood at all.

There are many people fighting on the mountainside.

These are ordinary Eight Elements Mountain disciples. They are like a herd of sheep confronting wolves when they face the people in the Demon Realm who have been prepared for a long time.

There is no fighting back.

Some people even thought that Qi Mo was also a disciple of the Eight Elements Mountain. Before dying, he stretched out his hand and begged: "This senior brother, this senior brother—help me, save me!"

Qi Mo's footsteps stopped slightly, he looked at the disciple, and sighed in a low voice: "Wouldn't it be nice to give you a great freedom?"

After saying that, the sword rose and fell, a hole appeared in the man's throat, and he lost his breath completely.

Qi Mo killed one person and continued to go to the top of the mountain.

People are getting thinner.

But the momentum is even bigger.

This is a battle between the elders, guests of the Eight Elements Mountain, and the owner of the Eight Elements Mountain.

They were besieged by several people, and there were many dangers. Each of them faced at least three monks of the same realm at the same time, which was very difficult.

After Qi Mo climbed up the mountain, he saw such a scene.

He looked at their every move with a little surprise, and there was no suppressed hatred in his expression, but he looked very indifferent.

When everyone saw him coming, the hearts of the people in the Eight Elements Mountain sank, but the people in the Demon Realm burst out laughing, driving these people directly to Qi Mo's side, it was like driving animals, without any respect.

After all, this kind of style of action can be said to be a villain's sect, even people in the Demon Realm don't like it.

Qi Mo didn't hesitate, he even smiled and thanked all the demon cultivators.

A man who looked like an elder was forced in front of him just like that.The elder was defeated by the people on the opposite side, and he was about to fall into a desperate situation. He couldn't help but feel a movement in his heart, and a huge wave of air suddenly erupted from his body, sweeping straight towards Qi Mo!

"interesting."

Qi Mo remained motionless in the air waves, he just said so, and pierced the man with a sword.

His sword was too fast, before the elder could react, he was already pierced through the chest.

How can it be!

It's just a distracted demon cultivator...!

The elder opened his eyes in disbelief. He saw Qi Mo's face, and a vague impression slowly rose. He said, "...it's you!"

"It's me." Qi Mo smiled, and without mercy, he grabbed this person, pulled out his soul, and then detained him in place, making him unable to move.

If the souls and bodies of those disciples hadn't been completely annihilated, they would soon discover such an abnormality...

The pain of being devoured by others is their reward for slaughtering the Qi family.

After killing an elder, those senior officials of the Eight Elements Mountain dared not underestimate Qi Mo any more.Especially the sentence that the elder said before his death made them have some guesses in their hearts.

interesting.

It's really interesting.

Qi Mo watched the people in the Eight Elements Mountain being beaten into a mess, but couldn't help laughing.

So funny!

Interesting!

They fought with great power, but so what?

It's just a group of jackals for profit.

Qi Mo looked at the elder's spirit, thinking about it, even with a look of pity on his face.

Under the attack of the people in the Demon Realm, the Eight Elements Mountain was soon defeated—especially after their elder mountain master and others died in the hands of Qi Mo.

After Qi Mo searched for their souls, he forcibly fused their souls into a distorted translucent sphere, with distorted faces constantly emerging on it, which looked particularly hideous and terrifying.

The people in the Demon Realm were already searching for resources. They took off the storage bags from the dead Eight Elements Mountain disciples, took out spirit stones, etc. from them.

There are also those who cultivate in a different way, sitting cross-legged on the spot, absorbing the dead energy here, devouring the living soul, sucking blood and eating meat, while making up for their own losses, they are also cultivating with the help of the special environment here.

The souls of the elders of the Eight Elements Mountain are also weakened layer by layer in this thinning.

"Fate!"

A magic cultivator walked towards him with strides.

He said: "We found the Library Pavilion in the Eight Elements Mountain, do you want to go in and get something?"

What to take, naturally there is no need to say more.

Qi Mo naturally responded well, and followed the people in the Demon Realm into the Zangshu Pavilion together.

Zangshu Pavilion is a sect, the foundation of a powerful family.

There will be countless exercise secret books here, which are the beginning, growth, and end of a monk.

Naturally, Qi Mo didn't come here for the exercises.

As soon as he came here, he went straight to the highest level of the library.

Whichever sect Zangshuge is in, there will be restrictions set up to encourage disciples to practice hard, and to tie them more firmly with the sect.

This is a necessary means.

Naturally, the things placed in the uppermost pavilion are more precious.

These demons understand very well, after all, when they themselves just arrived here, they behaved exactly like Qi Mo.

When Qi Mo came to the top floor, he was the only one here.

The neat bookcases have been swept away, and the things that should have been placed on them have disappeared completely at this time, and nothing remains.

However, Qi Mo's purpose is naturally not the case.

He kept going in, rearranged all the bookshelves, shuttled through it, and moved one or two bookshelves.

At this time, if someone looks from above, they can see what Qi Mo puts out, like some kind of mysterious formation.

The formation is naturally not a formation, it is just a door.

When the last bookshelf returned to its place, there was actually a staircase extending down from the top of the pavilion.

Qi Mo walked up like this.

This is the seventh floor of Zangshu Pavilion.

There is only a small wooden table on the seventh floor, which is placed in the center of the room, and there is nothing else, it can be said to be dead.

Qi Mo smiled slightly.

He took out a small card from the storage bag.The small card is a mysterious black with simple and mysterious patterns engraved on it, if Ning Buliu is here, I am afraid that he will scream out.

Qi Mo got this little card two years ago.At that time, he killed Du Jianranuo, got half a small card, and got another one from Ning Buliu, which made them merge into one again.

And the magic circle opened with the help of this small card is the most important thing that Qi Mo searched out of those spirits.

He took out the small cards, and the wooden table began to vibrate slowly.Finally, it disappears into place, revealing its next pouf.

Qi Mo sat on it, inspected it carefully, and found some extremely fine patterns around the futon.

"Sure enough."

Qi Mo looked at the pattern, and put the small card in the center of the pattern.

Afterwards, he cut his finger and dripped a drop of blood on the small card.

Om-!

A sound of vibrating wings of flies and mosquitoes was transmitted from the small tag.

At the same time, Qi Mo threw a lot of spirit stones.

Streaks of white light were sucked from Lingshi by the magic circle, and quickly spread to the entire Eight Elements Mountain.

But within a few breaths, that pile of spirit stones turned into powder and was completely sucked dry.

Qi Mo took out three piles of hill-like spirit stones and threw them back as they were.

After all, he slaughtered the Qingjing Temple and killed a whole city.Today's net worth is so rich that it can be said to be tongue-in-cheek.

The three piles of spirit stones that looked like hills quickly turned into powder and disappeared.

Qi Mo took it again as it was, and it went round and round, without stopping.

All this, no one even noticed.

However, after a few moments, someone from the Demon Realm entered the sixth floor of Zangshu Pavilion.

Qi Mo could even hear the voices coming from below.

"Fate, fate?"

It was the extremely muscular Moxiu with a very loud voice, and he called Qi Mo's name out of his throat.

"What are you doing with him?"

This is a sinister and hoarse female voice.

She said indifferently: "He didn't want to see us, so he avoided us on purpose. If you look for it, you may not be able to find it."

But that's not the case.

Listening to the commotion below, Qi Mo thought so.

He took and released the spirit stones again and again, and the magic circle was finally completed when the spirit stones on his body were almost exhausted.

A faint gleam, centered on Zangshu Pavilion, rose into the sky in an instant.

Turning into a fierce sword intent, sweeping across the Eight Elements Mountain, it can be said that under the distraction, no one survived!

Hearing the wailing and screaming from outside, Qi Mo slowly laughed.

With Buddha's compassion, tolerance.

He looked at the scene of hell outside the window, but he seemed to see the land of bliss.

self-mumbling.

"You want to be free and follow your heart."

"There is no reward for fate."

"Let me help everyone, and enjoy great peace."