The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

When Xu Xingzhi was escorted out of the palace, he only felt the blood in his mouth and face as sharp as a barb, which made him feel feverish all over. However, he resigned himself to looking at the gradually gathering crowd in front of him, as if he was having a daydream.

He saw familiar faces, and hesitant figures constantly coming from all directions.he

Seeing Yuan Ruzhou's tearful eyes in astonishment, seeing Qu Chi, Zhou Xian and Wen Xuechen, and also seeing Xu Pingsheng.

Xu Pingsheng struggled and rushed forward to grab the hem of Mr. Guangfu's clothes, but he kicked it off. When he rolled away, Xu Xingzhi clearly saw that his knees were hardened after kneeling in the mud after the rain for a long time of dry soil.

Xu Xingzhi thought he saw hallucinations.

His hearing seems to be problematic too, he can only hear the long and short calls of the early cicadas, and the sound of the clouds moving in the sky, but he can't hear clearly the exclamation and crying of the disciples who know about the violent death of Qing Jingjun I don't know what Zhou Beinan was yelling and questioning in that room.

Xu Xingzhi thought in a daze that his embarrassed appearance must be enough for Zhou Beinan to laugh for a year.

He raised his head reluctantly, but happened to see Zhou Beinan, who was about to rush forward, being knocked down among the crowd by a flash of light thrown by Lord Guangfu from his sleeve.

"Impossible, he can't!" Zhou Beinan staggered up from the ground, and screamed, "Guangfu Lord, there must be some misunderstanding! He won't kill Qingjing Lord!"

His expression was a hundred times more painful than Xu Xingzhi's. At least at this time, Xu Xingzhi's eyeballs were dry and he couldn't shed a single tear.

...Bei Nan still protected him as always, but this time he was wrong.

Master was killed by him, that's right.

His heart seemed to be poured slowly by boiling water, and he lost consciousness. Xu Xingzhi couldn't feel the pain, he just looked around in vain between the sky and the earth, only hoping that a thunderbolt would come down from the sky and kill him immediately.

The Lord of Guangfu stood behind Xu Xingzhi, his face was like iron stone, his face was blue and gray, tears could not stop falling from his eyes, but he still couldn't extinguish the raging fire burning in his internal organs.

The rising flames burned all of his Dao heart.

At this moment, he is no longer the Lord of Fengling Guangfu, he just wants to dismantle Xu Xingzhi's few swords, so that his body and head will be separated, and there will be no place for him to die!

Before the senior brother died, he kept saying that he asked Xu Xingzhi to kill him, but this was totally unreasonable!

He could see clearly that the senior brother summoned Xu Xingzhi to enter the palace alone, and there were only the two of them in the palace, and the broken jug on the ground, the blood-stained jade piece, and the fresh blood on the corner of Xu Xingzhi's lips all pointed to the murderer. It's Xu Xingzhi!

Motivation, evidence, everything is available, but why does the senior brother still protect him until death!

why? !Why!

Just now, when he rushed into the palace and saw his senior brother lying in Xu Xing's arms bleeding out, he still had a glimmer of hope when the sky fell apart.

For all monks in the Nascent Soul Stage, the Nascent Soul will not die, just move its body and nourish its Qi, and it will still survive.

When Mr. Guangfu probed into the sea of ​​Qingjing Jun's consciousness with his spiritual consciousness, what he saw was the streamer fragments of the Nascent Soul's body in a place, scattered and fragmented, and it was difficult to piece together the truth.

Seeing this scene, if he didn't still have a sliver of reason, he knew that if he didn't understand the canonical punishment, his brother would be dead for no reason, and the other three sects would surely let the other three sects talk about the right and wrong of Fengling Mountain. part!

Facing more and more disciples from various sects gathered, Lord Guangfu kicked Xu Xingzhi to the ground himself, drew out his sword, and said angrily: "Xu Xingzhi, you killed your teacher and rebelled against the Tao, disregarded the five ethics, and acted against the law. Too many books! Can you plead guilty?!"

Wen Xuechen made a wooden click between the fingers gripping the armrest of the wheelchair: "Mr. Guangfu!"

Standing at the front of all the disciples, Qu Chi clenched the hilt of the saber around his waist with one hand, gritted his teeth, and secretly calculated whether the sword energy and spiritual pressure he released after drawing the sword could be replaced in time if the Lord of Guangfu really wanted to do it. stop it.

Guangfu Jun's sharp sword pointed directly at Xu Xingzhi's heart.

However, Xu Xingzhi, who had lost all vitality in his eyes and seemed to be half dead, suddenly moved at this moment.

He grasped the edge of the sword with his left hand, looked straight at Lord Guangfu, and said in a thunderous voice, "This disciple has never betrayed the Dao!"

Lord Guangfu shook his sword.

Being hit by Xu Xingzhi's stern eyes shining with wolf light, Mr. Guangfu felt flustered in his heart, as if Xu Xingzhi had seen through the secret he had been trying to hide all along.

When he was stunned, a golden-red phantom light suddenly shot from the oblique stab, the brilliance was eye-catching.

The spiritual power that exploded suddenly caused the disciples standing on the high platform of the Green Bamboo Hall to scream and fall to the ground. Even Lord Guangfu was shocked and rolled directly down the steps in front of the hall, the sword in his hand whirled like a stick, The air shattered into dross.

Qu Chi suddenly felt something strange, and the sword that had been ready to strike came out of its sheath with a clang.

However, that Xuefeng only escaped halfway, and stood frozen in place together with Qu Chi.

Today, when Lord Qing Jing used spiritual pressure to suppress Xu Xing on the ring, Qu Chi could only move a little bit, but this spiritual pressure made Qu Chi feel the suffocation and panic that he hadn't seen for a long time.

The only moving parts of his body were his eyes.

From the cold sky, a plain-colored figure descended from the deep emerald sky, landed on Xu Xingzhi's side, and embraced him without any explanation.

Only Xu Xingzhi was spared by that terrifying spiritual pressure.

Xu Xingzhi wanted to see the comer clearly, and opened his eyes slightly, but he saw a pair of lips covering his lips, feeding a round pill filled with sandalwood fragrance and the familiar refreshing grass leaves into his mouth.

Strange to say, as soon as the man hugged him, a sea-like tranquility and tiredness suddenly flooded up, making Xu Xingzhi drowsy.

He raised his right arm in a daze, wanting to shake that hand: "... are you back?"

The voice of the visitor was as soft as water, and he was afraid that it would be too loud and startle the person in his arms who was as pale as paper: "Senior brother, I am back, Chongguang has returned home."

Xu Xingzhi laughed.

Meng Chongguang wanted to grab the "right hand" he handed over, but just when he grabbed a thin sleeve soaked in blood, Xu Xingzhi completely lost consciousness, and the sleeve was pulled away from Meng Chongguang's palm. fell to the ground.

All the disciples present, who were still able to stay awake, saw the scene of Meng Chongguang and Xu Xingzhi's lips and teeth blending.

This scene was too shocking, and the sound of gasping for air kept coming and going.

Wen Xuechen was so shocked that he didn't even care about the throbbing pain in his chest. He tried his best to gather the blocked aura in his chest, gritted his teeth and said, "Meng—"

Meng Chongguang raised his head when he heard the sound.

The moment his tender eyes left Xu Xingzhi, they burst into endless malice, bright as fire, arrogantly and contemptuously staring at the group of monks who were suppressed by him so hard to move.

Xu Xingzhi's right hand with a severed wrist was hidden in the wide sleeve of his robe, and his left hand was newly wounded by a sword. The blood stained the cuff crimson and stained Meng Chongguang's plain Fengling robe.

The robe billowed in the wind, like peach blossoms and flowing water.

Xu Xingzhi fell into Meng Zhongguang's arms and had lost all consciousness, so he couldn't see the strange red that climbed up to the end of Meng Zhongguang's eyes inch by inch, and the burning cinnabar mole between his eyebrows.

The princes who were present, as well as Zhou Beinan, Wen Xuechen, and Qu Chi, were all panic-stricken, watching his usually well-behaved shell fade away, revealing his incomparably flamboyant sky demon true form.

Wen Xuechen felt that his breathing was also stagnant: "Sky Demon..."

Mr. Guangfu was so startled that his tongue was tied up: "Meng Chongguang, you—"

Before he could finish his words, Mr. Guangfu felt a lightness in his waist, and the spiritual pouch that had hastily stored the fragments of his brother's Yuanying flew out lightly and fell into Meng Chongguang's palm.

The emperor of the Guangfu government was astounded at the moment, struggling to get up but unable to find a way, his eyes were red and he roared: "Meng Chongguang!"

Meng Chongguang sneered, folded the spirit pouch, put away the tassels of jade, and stuffed them into Xu Xingzhi's arms.

... At this moment, whether he wants to take the head or the heart of Mr. Guangfu, it all depends on his preference.

However, what he took away was even more heart-wrenching than taking away the heart, liver, spleen and lungs of Mr. Guangfu.

He carefully supported Xu Xingzhi's injured arm, clasped his thin waist with his fingertips, and hugged the unconscious man horizontally, as if he wanted to take him away.

Qu Chi pulled his sword out a little more, but that was all he could do, and he couldn't advance any further.

Even Lord Fuyao, Lord Guangfu and other rulers who were present were unable to move.

Qu Chi's master ascended to immortality and left, Lord Qing Jing and Xu Xing were killed and one was injured, none of the people present could restrain such a surge of spiritual pressure!

Seeing that Xu Xingzhi was about to be taken away by Meng Chongguang, Wen Xuechen felt cold in his heart, and shouted vigorously: "If you take him away, Xingzhi will never be able to prove his innocence again!"

"Prove?" Meng Chongguang glanced coldly, "What did you prove all day today? I only saw my senior brother was seriously injured and slandered. Don't tell me you have to wait until the senior brother's body is cooled before you point at him and say, he Is it wrong?"

He looked at Mr. Guangfu, and said word by word: "I don't care how you treat senior brother. But you'd better know that the most important thing is how senior brother treats you."

He stretched out his hand, "Xianbi" seemed to feel something, flew out from the wide-open palace door, and landed in his palm.

Meng Chongguang sneered: "Uncle, for the safety of Fengling Mountain and the other three sects, you'd better try to prove your innocence for senior brother."

"How dare you threaten Simen?"

Meng Chongguang hugged Xu Xingzhi and stood up: "I am not a threat, but a notice. After ten days, I need Fengling Mountain to give me an explanation, an explanation of why I have killed my brother to such a degree. Otherwise, my uncle , forgive me, I will take your life and use it as comfort."

"Before that..." Ignoring Mr. Guangfu's ferocious complexion, Meng Chongguang raised his hand to caress Xu Xingzhi's chest, and his expression became slightly complicated, "...Master's Qingling, I will I will keep it for you temporarily."

Mr. Guangfu's complexion was as heavy as iron.

After Meng Chongguang walked away with Xu Xingzhi in his arms, everyone felt relieved.

Qu Chi and Lord Guangfu chased after Meng Chongguang in the direction where Meng Chongguang left almost immediately after they were untied.

It was related to Lord Qingjing's soul, almost all the disciples of the four sects who could move followed Guangfu Lord, even Yuan Ruzhou wiped away the tears on his face, stepped on the sword and drenched in the rain, and chased after him with a flick of his sleeve.

The remaining few Fengling disciples filed into the Green Bamboo Hall tacitly, closed the door of the hall that smelled of blood, and silently cleaned it.

Lord Qingjing's remains were not pretty, and when the incident happened suddenly, they could only try their best to preserve some last bit of dignity for Lord Qingjing in front of the other three sect leaders and disciples.

Just now Wen Xuechen was overly suppressed by Meng Chongguang, but now his chest was tight and tight, Zhou Xian, who had been by his side, hastily poured out a few pills and pressed them under his tongue for him.

Zhou Beinan sat down on the wet steps in front of the Green Bamboo Hall exhausted, with his elbows resting on his knees, a few strands of messy black hair hanging down his forehead.

What happened today was so sudden that he was still in a fog.

It's Yefiya, he's totally confused.

After taking a breath, Wen Xuechen walked up to Zhou Beinan in a wheelchair, "After Xingzhi woke up, I went to see Master. Beinan, what happened after I left?"

Zhou Beinan didn't know why Wen Xuechen asked this question, he stroked his messy hair back again and again in pain and bewilderment, and replied: "I talked with Qu Chi for a while."

"How was the situation at the time?"

"Shang Ke." Zhou Beinan said, "Neither Qu Chi nor I wanted to ask him how the ghost clan engraving on his body came from right away. We only talked to him about his hand injury. Xingzhi was not in a good mood, so he answered a few words Then he leaned against the bed rail and rested."

"and after?"

"Later?... Lord Guangfu sent his disciple to Tongchuan, and asked Qu Chi to take Xingzhi to see him. I thought, I went back to the other hotel where disciple Ying Tianchuan was staying, and my father would definitely summon me to scold me. Those who made the last pass simply stayed in the Hall of Xing. Later, Meng Chongguang came back."

Wen Xuechen frowned: "When did he come back?"

Zhou Beinan brushed his hair irritably: "How can I remember this?"

Zhou Xian answered for him: "Xu Shizheng."

It was only then that Wen Xuechen remembered that when he was called away by his master, Zhou Xian and Yuan Ruzhou stayed in his palace together to take care of Xu Xingzhi.

He turned to Zhou Xian, his tone slowed down a lot: "What did he look like when he came back?"

Zhou Xian frowned and recalled: "At the beginning, he was very upset to see my brother and I, so he asked directly, where is Senior Brother Xu?"

"Did he know something was wrong when he came back?"

"I didn't know at that time."

Until now, Zhou Xian still clearly remembers Meng Chongguang's face that suddenly turned the color of a dead man when he told him that Brother Xu was suspected of being a ghost cultivator and was seriously injured.

"……Then?"

"After I briefly explained the whole story to him, he asked where the brother was taken. At that time, Lord Guangfu sent his disciples to come, saying that the Lord of Guangfu wanted to interrogate brother, so I thought that brother was sent to the Temple of Miaofa. After informing Junior Brother Meng of this matter, he hurriedly withdrew."

Wen Xuechen pondered for a moment, then asked back: "In other words, after Meng Chongguang left the palace, no one followed him?"

Zhou Xian was surprised: "Brother Chen?"

Zhou Beinan still couldn't understand what Wen Xuechen meant: "Xuechen, what do you mean?"

Wen Xuechen's fingertips pressed against the yin and yang rings, but did not turn: "I believe that if I do it, I will never kill Qing Jingjun. However, Meng Chongguang is not sure."

"Meng Chongguang was not followed during that time, so the suspicion is really great." He speculated slowly, "He is obviously a sky demon, but he pretended to be a mortal and sneaked into Fengling Mountain for many years. He must have ulterior motives. He has Killing Lord Qingjing's strength and taking Xingzhi away at this time will prove Xingzhi's crime of murdering his teacher, and it will also be able to stop Xingzhi's mouth."

Zhou Beinan thought of Meng Chongguang's leaping and surging spiritual pressure, and felt chills down his spine.

He couldn't imagine that young man with such a pretty face had such deep spiritual power, but pretended to be low in spiritual power and lacking in talent, and he had been pretending for more than ten years.

He murmured, "What is he planning?"

Wen Xuechen speculated: "Infiltrating into Fengling, the plot is probably the Divine Artifact World Book?"

Zhou Beinan's thoughts were already confused, he hummed along with Wen Xuechen in a daze, continued to put the messy hair on his forehead in his palm in distress, and moved slowly, apparently intending to drill a hole in his hand with his head.

Zhou Xian knew Brother Chen well, and knew that he would not be afraid to speculate on the motives of the wicked with the utmost malice, but she didn't think so.

Zhou Xian could see Xu Xingzhi's expression clearly when he was escorted out of the palace.

His desperate look of wanting to pull his heart out of his chest like a glove has already made Zhou Xian guess what happened in the palace.

She stared at the direction where Meng Chongguang and the monks left, with unspeakable melancholy in her eyes.

——Brother Xu, if you really make up your mind to leave, don't come back to this sad place again.

The lights flickered, and Taoist priests swept the rain.

The night of Fengling Mountain has never been so quiet without the drunk young man carving words in front of the Tongtian Pillar in front of the mountain, without the sound of hexagonal bells jingling back and forth.