The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

When a firework blooms in the sky, a person dies on the ground.

The disciples shouted in embarrassment, chasing the trajectory of the fireworks all the way, but they always had to take a step back, and could only greet the dead bodies of their companions lying on the ground in vain, and were sprayed with ashes on their heads and faces by the fireworks.

But Jiuzhideng didn't feel annoyed, such trivial matters as the death of a disciple were insignificant to him.

He hadn't seen him for a few months, and he missed his senior brother very much.

The wind is strong tonight, and the sea tide is rolling, whimpering and whimpering like ghost cries that are not very clear.The fireworks splashed the snow, and they fought hard to move the clouds, revealing a bleak and cold moon like pig iron.

Jiuzhideng walked from the shadow of the lamp to the moonlight, remembering how many years ago, he was lying in the arms of his senior brother during the Nascent Soul Ceremony, crying and begging him to kill himself.At that time, he had cut off all hope of life, but without saying a word, the senior brother jumped off the high platform, resolutely left from his own glory, and broke into his heart that was reduced to ashes, shouting, whispering, little Lamp, don't die.

He survived as his senior brother wished, and he lived for many years, but the real Nine Branch Lamp had already died on that day when he turned into a demon.

What he deserved and what he didn't deserve all these years are all luck for him.

But his only hope, the only breath of life that supports him to live, is now coming to see him, even if it is the senior brother who came to meet him with a sword, he is really happy.

When Jiuzhideng was in a daze, his brows and eyes were soft, and most of his sharpness was taken away by his eyelashes. He looked like a bewildered, untouched young man.

Someone approached him and put on clothes for him: "Shanzhu, go back. It's too dangerous outside."

He hummed, and raised his hand to tuck up his coat.

He was astonishingly thin, his wrists were only about the thickness of a twist, and when his arms were raised, the sleeves slid down, revealing his wrists, which were densely covered with several old red wounds, and there was a knife stabbing mark on his forearm, every part was hideous and beautiful, The real material is cut into the veins and flesh.

The disciple took a step back respectfully, and the nine lamps walked towards the hall in the direction he retreated.

Probably due to the strong wind, the lamps in the hall went out at some point, and the nine lamps walked straight in without seeming to notice.

The disciple followed closely behind, silently imagining a long spear in his hand, weighed it in his hand, and in the sudden wind, he stabbed at the heart behind the nine-branched lamp.

However, when the tip of the gun was still half a foot away from his back, Nine Branch Lamps turned around halfway, a pale golden halo emerged from his palm, and smoothly connected the tip of the gun to his palm!

The disciple exhausted all his strength and let out a roar of extreme hatred.

But his gun could no longer penetrate an inch.

Jiuzhideng's eyes were like cold stars, he looked at the person in front of him who was still gnashing his teeth, and said, "Senior Brother Zhou, long time no see."

After saying that, he waved his hand casually, and Zhou Beinan who was holding the gun suffered a spiritual impact on his chest and fell down the stairs. When he rolled to the ground, he was forcibly stripped from that body.

That body was just at the Golden Core Stage, and it was too fragile. It was torn apart by the impact, red, white and white were scattered into puddles of mashed meat and tofu brains, and blood was already dripping from the corners of Zhou Beinan's mouth. , drop by drop to the ground.

Zhou Beinan knelt on the ground, the energy in his chest fluttered, he spit out the remaining blood in his mouth, and the gun body made a soft creaking sound when he pinched it, he couldn't support himself for a while, and he couldn't even stand up.

Jiuzhideng looked at him with his hands behind his back: "Brother Zhou changed six or seven skins today, all of them are high-level disciples, and they want to take this opportunity to sneak into my side."

Zhou Beinan was noncommittal, but there was a bit of anger in his eyes.

He did have this plan, but the search and arrest during the day was too strict, and he couldn't find a chance to strike. After snatching a few skin bags one after another, he also suffered a lot. He only found this line when there was chaos on the river at night. Chance.

"How do you know I'm..."

Nine lamps with their hands behind their backs, a lonely shadow cast down the long steps, just looking at the facial features, she is a dignified and cold beauty: "The corpse can't breathe, it's a big mistake. Besides, all the senior disciples among the four sects, no one I don't know that I have only been taken care of by Wen Xuechen for many years, and no one dares to come and put clothes on me."

It's good that Nine Branches didn't mention Wen Xuechen. Hearing this name, Zhou Beinan was almost furious. Tombs, yellow sand, and blood written all over the cave appeared in front of his eyes: "...don't fucking mention Xuechen!"

He yelled with a hateful cry, and his voice was as sharp as nausea. Following his voice, a pistol came out of his sleeve, and he rushed like a gust of fire, but was blocked by the nine lights lightly. , as easy as dusting.

Compared to Zhou Beinan's murderous attack, Jiuzhideng paid more attention to the previous sentence.

He frowned slightly: "What happened to him?"

Today, he has imagined Wen Xuechen's situation many times, and he concluded that it is safe.

Senior brother and the others even if they captured Wen Xuechen, they would not do anything to him considering the past friendship, but seeing Zhou Beinan's expression in pain, he panicked for a moment.

... What happened to Wen Xuechen?

Zhou Beinan didn't answer, but stared at the nine lamps with bloody eyes, wishing he could turn his thick eyelashes into guillotines and slice the person in front of him into pieces.

This silence reminded Jiuzhideng that he no longer pursued the matter, and took two steps down the steps: "Brother is already here, why do you come here?"

Zhou Beinan said in a hoarse voice, "I want to avenge my sister's revenge with my own hands."

Jiuzhideng stepped down two more steps: "I knew Senior Brother Zhou was not in hiding. Senior Brother Zhou was afraid that Senior Brother would come early and fight with me, and lose the chance to kill the enemy, right? So you will definitely choose Take the risk at this time."

Hearing his analysis calmly and calmly, a bad premonition suddenly flashed in Zhou Beinan's heart.

Jiuzhideng came not far from Zhou Beinan, bent down, did not smile in his eyes, but exuded an extraordinarily friendly air, but under such circumstances, the friendly air made people feel colder than the murderous intent: "Senior Brother Zhou, you have been waiting for an opportunity. I am also waiting."

Zhou Beinan's throat felt cold, why didn't he know what Jiuzhideng was up to?

——This person waited for a whole day, waiting for this moment when he came to his door!

If I fall into his hands...

Zhou Beinan was only prepared to die one more time before, but he completely forgot that if he really fell into the trap and couldn't hope to die, they would definitely fall into a passive position!

Thinking of this, Zhou Beinan supported his numb body from the shock, tried his best to move back, and secretly scolded himself for being stupid and incompetent.

He has been a dark ghost in the wilderness for 13 years, and half of his spiritual power was cut off alive. He has never even improved his cultivation, and now he is so useless when he sees a bright sword and a bright spear!

When Zhou Beinan regretted not being in time, he also made up his mind.

He would rather die than drag everyone down. Besides, Xuechen's past lessons are clearly there. If this spirit body falls into the hands of Jiuzhideng and is tossed upside down by him, it is better...

When he clenched the spear tightly in his hand and his ears were buzzing with hot blood, he suddenly felt a shadow in front of him.

A blood-stained bamboo fracture fan drew a clear light like a full moon in mid-air, protecting him behind him.

Zhou Beinan was in a trance for a while, as if the time had gone back 13 years ago. He lay in the dark sinkhole, tossing and turning between seeking survival and seeking death, calling out his most reliable person besides his blood relatives in his groggy state. Person's name: "Xingzhi..."

But unlike the time 13 years ago, this time he got a response.

"Bei Nan." The person in front of him turned half of his face and asked softly, "Bei Nan, can you stand up?"

A small but unusually warm palm stretched out from behind him, grasping his worriedly and nervously: "...are you injured?"

That soft voice made Zhou Beinan's voice soften too: "How do you know I'm..."

"My eyes are my eyes, my heart is my heart." The owner of the palm whispered, "Since Nanli's time, I have sworn to myself that I will never hurt you again."

At the intersection of fingers and palms, essence gushed out, instantly filling his body and heart together.

... At least this time, he wasn't alone.

When Xu Xingzhi came, he was subjected to extremely strong targeted Nascent Soul spiritual pressure, and Jiuzhideng was forced to retreat back to the steps. His spiritual power was so strong that his layers of clothes fluttered, but he was really happy: "Brother, You came."

There is fire in his eyes, but ice in Xu Xingzhi's.

The magic disciples chased to the entrance of the main hall along the trajectory of the fireworks, and saw Xu Xingzhi confronting Jiuzhideng from a distance, and the resentment burst out instantly when they saw the corpses of their companions along the way.

Someone raised his voice and shouted: "Kill them! Take revenge!"

Such clamor was not worth turning Xu Xingzhi's head, but Lu Yujiu, who was supporting Zhou Beinan, turned his face away and stared at the group of people closely.

In the eyes of the demons, although this frail young man wears an ugly ghost face, his deterrence is extremely low, and he is a little funny. Even if he adds a ghost cultivator who is so weak that he can't hold a gun, it is not enough. Obviously, it looks much better than Xu Xingzhi, who is full of evil spirits.

So the anger of the demonic disciples had a clearer outlet: "...Kill him!"

There were more than a hundred disciples who were chasing down along the road, plus those who heard the noise and gathered around.

Zhou Beinan regained his strength a bit, he clenched the gun tightly in his hand, and was about to go up to fight with these people, Lu Yujiu took his hand, shook it lightly a few times, took a few steps forward, and raised his hand to caress him. ghost face.

This mask has been worn for 13 years, and it seems to have become a part of his face. If he is in battle, he is more used to wearing this mask, hiding the white and clean face of a child, and using this ugly appearance to fight.

He moved his thin lips, and lightly recited a few incantations, the talisman in his arms floated in mid-space, and his eyes also showed a fox-like blue light, clear and clear, like jade, like emeralds .

As the speed of his chanting increased, several light spots fell in front of everyone like a rainstorm.

In the beginning, a group of thin lights were like mayflies, and in a short time, a group of ghosts emerged, gradually becoming concrete, with a purple cloud pattern burning on each person's forehead, and hot hatred burning in each person's eyes.

Zhou Beinan was stunned together with the magicians.

He looked at the ghosts and gods of that day, and recognized a few familiar faces among them.

Lu Yujiu shouted loudly: "Where is Jie Xinyuan!"

The leader, Jie Xinyuan, responded, "Yes!"

"Qingliang Valley, set up a formation, and eliminate demons!"

On the other side, Jiuzhideng and Xu Xingzhi are still confronting each other.

Xu Xingzhi clearly stated that Lu Yujiu's current strength would not be easily suppressed by Jiuzhideng, so he didn't worry about the battlefield behind him at all, and Jiuzhideng didn't seem to care at all. Bright.

Xu Xingzhi transformed the "Xianbi" into the giant scythe used to split the mountain, and carried it on his shoulders: "What did they just say? Revenge? Are you worthy of saying such things?"

"Unworthy." Jiuzhideng responded lightly, "Senior brother's hatred is several times higher than ours. They are ignorant, so they deserve to die."

Although he had experienced it once 13 years ago, Xu Xingzhi's heart still ached when he stood opposite the child he raised with his own hands. He was stalling for time, waiting for Meng Chongguang to arrive.

However, Jiuzhideng didn't give him too much time.

"Did senior brother come to kill me?"

Xu Xingzhi responded coldly: "What do you think?"

Jiuzhideng seemed not to understand his question, and repeated the question again: "Did brother come to kill me?"

"you……"

Before the words fell, Xu Xingzhi faintly felt that something was wrong.

He looked up in astonishment, and the nine lamps had disappeared, replaced by a girl in a goose-yellow shirt standing in the wind, her skirts fluttering, as beautiful as a dream returning home with the wind .

Xu Xingzhi choked: "Wu..."

After choking, Xu Xingzhi's heart was seized by deep grief and anger, causing his throat to heat up: "Nine Branch Lamps! Change the truth back to me!"

But Jiuzhideng didn't listen to him at all, and said softly: "Kill me, brother."