Really not a villain

"Don't you?" Meng Tingshen stopped talking after asking this sentence, but Mu Jiangling's heart was full of turmoil.

He had heard of this forbidden technique before.Cultivation requires talent. If talent is not enough, no matter how hard you try, it will be of no avail.Some people are keen on the immortal journey but can't get it. Over time, they start to use crooked brains.According to legend, there was a waste spirit root who set off a bloody storm no less than the Twelve Immortals in the real world in the cultivation world.

This "genius" has been trapped in the state of transforming Qi, seeking hard but unable to break through.One day when he was walking on the road, he came across two tall men who were fighting with gods in mid-air. Halfway through the fight, one of them lost his breath and was stabbed to death by the other. Coincidentally, the body fell in front of him. The "genius" was stunned for a long time, and suddenly had a wonderful idea - if a person dies, wouldn't the realm be wasted?Why not steal the realm of the dead and make good use of it!

It's not that no one has ever had such an absurd idea, but the frightening thing about "genius" is that he thought so, did so, and succeeded in the end.As soon as this method came out, the cultivation world was in chaos. Finally, several masters from the Dao Realm came forward and suppressed the situation with arbitrariness, destroyed all records about the Devouring Realm, and listed this technique as a forbidden technique.

Unfortunately, the Immortal Lord of Qingyun Terrace at that time participated in the suppression.Then it is not surprising that Qingyuntai kept a record of forbidden techniques.

But Meng Tingshen would actually try this kind of forbidden technique, which was regarded as a scourge and against human relations, which was very different.

Mu Jiangling was puzzled and said, "Senior brother Meng, you are not bad at talent, you already have the hope to break into the realm of harmony, so why bother to go this sideways way?"

Hearing the words, Meng Ting's face became even more ashamed, and he vomited another mouthful of blood. He looked unbearable, and looked at Xuan Xichen pleadingly: "Master..."

Xuan Xichen hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Forget it, you go down to rest first, and Mu Jiangling will be handled by the deity."

Meng Ting clenched his fists deeply and was about to step back when dust rose from the gate of Qingyuntai Mountain.Then some disciples issued a warning at the sound transmission stone: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! There is a casual cultivator trespassing on the mountain gate!"

The warning came without warning.Xuan Xichen frowned, raised his sword, poured spiritual power into his voice, and shouted loudly, spreading throughout Zhongnan Mountain: "Who broke into my Qingyun Terrace! Report your name!"

There was silence.

Afterwards, sudden laughter broke out in the distance, and came through the air with a sharp sword intent: "The Hidden Sword Sect, come to visit with Tian Xingdao!"

Xuan Xichen was in a daze: "Tian Xing Dao?"

Meng Ting wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth deeply, looked towards the mountain gate, and murmured: "Tian Xing Dao?"

Skywalk.

A long-lost name.Mu Jiangling felt his nose a little sore, and his eyes were hot.Then he reacted and wondered: "Tianxingdao? Didn't it break up long ago? Where did this Tianxingdao come from??? No, it shouldn't be, anyway, I am also the leader of Tianxingdao in name , why don’t even I know???”

Xuan Xichen glanced at Mu Jiangling, and said to Meng Ting, "Go to the front and have a look, you keep him, it's best to kill him."

Meng Ting bowed his head deeply: "Yes, Master."

Watching Xuan Xichen leave, Meng Ting coughed twice more, and his complexion became worse.He just drew out his sword, and a dagger was quietly put on his neck.

Mu Jiangling said in a deep voice, "I'm offended."

Meng Ting stared blankly at the sharp blade, and suddenly took a step forward.This act of courting death made Mu Jiangling quickly move the dagger away in shock, but a shallow mark was still drawn.He was sure that Mu Jiangling would not kill him, so he took the risk.

Accidentally lost the restraint, Mu Jiangling pulled back a little distance, looked at him puzzled: "You?" What the person in front of him did was almost completely opposite to the Meng Tingshen he remembered.

"Mu Jiangling, you really haven't changed."

"But you have changed." Mu Jiangling continued casually, "Brother Meng, I didn't say that you are like this now, your mood is unstable, your realm is unstable, and your cultivation base is unstable, so why fight me? Although I'm not very proficient in controlling you, it's much better than you. If it wasn't for the lack of a handy weapon, I would have taken you down long ago."

"You're right." Meng Tingshen raised his sword slowly, and the sharp edge of spiritual power emerged from the tip of the sword again, "But you don't want to kill me, so I still have a chance."

"Really? That's right, the only thing you can get in exchange for soft-heartedness is to make progress." Mu Jiangling seemed to recall some extremely unpleasant memories, his eyes darkened, and his smile brightened, "However, what you think is one thing, how to do it is another Something's up. Be careful!"

In the blink of an eye, the weapons in his hands had clashed several times, and sparks flew.Mu Jiangling was at a disadvantage with the dagger, but Meng Tingshen was even worse.The fight was fierce, Mu Jiangling saw the opening, bullied him, kicked Meng Tingshen on the wrist, and then turned around neatly to get rid of the opponent's entanglement. With a shake of his figure, the dagger landed on Meng Tingshen's chest.

The noise at the mountain gate gradually grew louder.

Mu Jiangling leaned close to his chest, and said in a low voice: "Brother Meng, you might as well guess, will my knife go through?"

Meng Ting took a deep look at the sword that was stuck not far away, shook his head, and closed his eyes: "I'm a little tired."

Mu Jiangling's eyes flickered a few times, and suddenly he exerted strength in his hand, and pushed the dagger—the white blade was stained with blood, and in an instant, blood splashed everywhere, and the red color slowly fainted on the white clothes.He didn't draw out the dagger, but let go, let Meng Ting fall to the ground, and then walked towards the front mountain without looking back.

Since there is the way of heaven, it is impossible for him to stay out of it.

On the square with the Linghuo stone pillars, thousands of Qingyuntai disciples were waiting in formation, and Xuan Xichen was fighting with three elders of Jianzong.Xuan Xichen repelled the three elders with a blow, and said sharply: "Why don't you say a word, but come up and face each other with swords?!"

"The Immortal Lord still doesn't understand the words Tian Xing Dao?" the old man in purple said with a smile.

Xuan Xichen said solemnly: "I'm asking about the Hidden World Sword Sect! It's not the way of heaven!"

The old man in blue answered: "The Hidden Sword Sect shouldn't have been born, but there is a worthless junior who is entrusted under the name of Tian Xingdao. This junior is also the heir to the sword intent appointed by the suzerain. Since he speaks, then we elders Bones must sell face, so I'll do a little favor."

"Being an enemy of Qingyuntai, you can think about it?!"

The black-robed old man was silent, and caught off guard again with a sword that cut a corner of Xuan Xichen's sleeve, before he said leisurely: "I heard that Lord Immortal Master is doing something that is inconvenient for outsiders to know?"

Xuan Xichen said: "This deity has always acted openly and aboveboard! What's more, as a deity, do you need to do something behind your back?"

"That's not true." The black-robed old man looked down, raised his head and said, "A few friends of my Jianzong junior had some bad experiences on Qingyun Terrace, and I want to hear what the Immortal Master has to say. "

Xuan Xichen: "Oh?"

The black-robed old man sneered and said: "The juniors don't know. Could it be that the Lord Immortal Master thinks that we old fellows don't know too well? Gods are worthy of sacrificial puppets. You worked hard to make them. What do you want to do?" ?”

Holding the sword, Xuan Xichen said in a loud voice: "As an envoy of God, I need to explain to you what I do? You trespassed on Qingyun Terrace, and maliciously speculated about the envoy of God. If that's the case, then stay!"

What he said was so upright that the disciples below were stunned for a moment, and whoever took the lead shouted: "Shoot out the dog who is doing the right thing!"

Some people responded one after another: "Oh... oh! Hit it! Hit it!"

"How dare you slander the Immortal Lord!"

"Ching Yun Terrace is also a place where you can be presumptuous?!"

Zhao Wuwang saw that the atmosphere was mobilized, he separated from the crowd and walked out slowly, and smiled towards Duan Qing who was standing with a sword: "I never thought that you could gather a group of remnants. If you drag the master into the water like this, you won't be afraid of changing the sky." Taiwan backhandedly destroyed the Hidden World Sword Sect?"

Duan Qing said: "Tian Xing Dao is not dead yet, Jian Zong is also very good, don't bother you!"

"Not completely dead? Then why are you the only one? Even Mu Jiangling is gone, so it must be very difficult to gather this group of people, right? What a pity, instead of walking on a good road, I have to walk on a single-plank bridge, and I still don't wake up after turning down it once. , deserved to end up like this! Hahaha!"

As soon as Mu Jiangling was mentioned, Duan Qing became nervous: "Where is he?"

"I'm sure you'll be happy under the Abyss of No Return, don't worry, I'll send you down later." Zhao Wuwang waved his hand arrogantly, "Take them down!"

With an order, the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Duan Qing brandished her sword and approached Zhao Wuwang.The meaning of the sword is like the name of the sword, it is utterly desolate and desolate.Sword cultivators are different from ordinary cultivators. Zhao Wuwang has been hiding in Qingyun Terrace all year round, and has little experience in fighting sword cultivators.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhao Wuwang retreated three feet quickly, looked around, saw that no one was paying attention, stretched out his hand into his sleeve, wiped the blade lightly, and laughed loudly: "Sword of Severing Love, take the move !"

Duan Qing didn't know what it meant, but he kept close to the attack as usual, his sword skills were exquisite, and the clanging sounds were endless.Suddenly the light changed slightly, and a strange luster flashed on the facing blade.Duan Qing was shocked in her heart, subconsciously wanted to back away, Zhao Wuwang approached, and laughed wildly: "It's too late! Suffer death! You should have been defeated by poison more than ten years ago!"

unavoidable.

It is easy to take this blow, but it is almost impossible to completely avoid the blade and sword energy, and the poisoning defeat is a foregone conclusion.

It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, an ordinary sword suddenly plunged into the battle situation, and hit Zhao Wuwang's sword with a clang, causing the blade to deflect.

A bright voice sounded: "Who are you saying is at the bottom of the abyss of no return? Who are you talking about? There must be a limit to making up nonsense, right? Zhao Wuwang, Zhao Wuwang, besides using despicable and shameless methods to deceive people, Nothing else? Oh no, sorry, I forgot, you are the best at fighting, bullying, and people!"

Duan Qing said pleasantly: "Mu Jiangling!"

"That's right, I'm here. I'm here, isn't it too late?" Mu Jiangling leaned beside him and patted his shoulder affectionately, "How did you gather all the people in the sky? I suddenly heard I thought it was someone impersonating."

"It's not me, it's Pei Xing."

"Ah Xing, is he alright?" Mu Jiangling's eyes lit up.

Duan Qing thought for a while, but Pei Xing didn't take the matter of shortening his life to heart, Su Chongjiu was also working hard, and said: "It's okay. Also, Su Chongjiu wants me to bring you a message."

Mu Jiangling: "What?"

Duan Qing: "'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept it from you.' That's what he said."

Mu Jiangling paused, and slowly burst into a relieved smile, which was as clear as spring water after the ice and snow had just melted: "Then tell him for me when you go back: 'It's okay, what's the matter, let's solve it together.' If possible, I wish I could say that to him myself."