The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

It was a rainy night when Qingliang Valley was surrounded by black water castle disciples in purple robes.

The ghost rain sprinkled the grass, the wind suppressed the chaotic clouds, and the pine torches were swayed by the rain, and a large cloud of shadows silently surrounded the Qingliang Valley.

In front of the valley, the stone tablet on which Xu Xingzhi once sat and drank during the day has been broken in half and completely collapsed.

The master of Blackwater Castle had a gloomy face like a ghost, and snapped, "Hand over Wen Xuechen!"

Inside the valley gate, Wen Xuechen frowned, and asked the disciple beside him: "Master hasn't left the gate yet?"

Mr. Fuyao retreated a month ago, comprehended and cultivated, and planned to ascend to the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir, and then try to transform into the body of the Nascent Soul.

After the death of Lord Qingjing, although the other three sects kept silent, the immortals of all sects all speeded up the process of cultivation by coincidence.

For the cultivation of all immortal sects, one needs to be gifted and intelligent; It can only end up with a mortal body and thin bones, but among the disciples of the four schools, half of them can successfully refine qi, and half of them can form golden elixir. Mingzhao Jun of Danyang Peak is the only one who has attained enlightenment, and Mingzhao Jun has been submerged in the world for 300 years, which shows the difficulty of practicing.

After the hunting battle, the Demonic Dao bowed its head, and the world was clean, and there was a thriving young monarch Qingjingjun supporting it, so all the families were invariably a little lax about cultivation.

No one could have imagined that the new star that had been placed with high hopes would fall so quickly.

As soon as this single tree that could be supported was gone, the anxiety of each family also arose one after another.Three months ago, Zhou Yunlie, the lord of Ying Tianchuan, successfully raised his cultivation base to the seventh rank of Golden Core, and Mr. Fuyao's cultivation progress is now at a critical moment, and if there is a slight mistake, all previous achievements will be ruined.

Wen Xuechen didn't believe that it was a coincidence that the Demon Dao caused trouble at this time, but Qingliang Valley was besieged, which was a big deal, and blindly avoiding it would also be detrimental to Qingliang Valley's reputation.

He tightened the yin and yang ring on his wrist and said, "Open the door."

The gate of the valley was wide open, and Wen Xuechen was pushed out by the accompanying disciples.

The Lord of Heishui Castle raised his eyes and saw the delicate and weak young man with white hair, and sneered, "You are Wen Xuechen?"

Amidst the sound of rain, Wen Xuechen's voice could not conceal her arrogance: "You came to look for me, but you don't know who I am?"

The owner of the castle kept sneering: "Qingliang Valley is warm and snowy, and you hate people who are not Taoist. Who doesn't know your name? But the magic way and the four gates have been repaired for several years. My son came to Qingliang Valley to present a congratulatory gift. Why are you hurting me?" My son's life?"

Wen Xuechen frowned: "When did I kill him, and why did I kill him?"

"My son came to give gifts. He was poisoned and died not long after leaving your Qingliang Valley. The two disciples who came with him are all circumstantial evidence. If it wasn't you, who would harm it?" It hurts, I can't wait to bite every word to bleed, "Wen Xuechen, your vicious methods really live up to your reputation!"

Wen Xuechen's brows furrowed deeper and deeper: "Is doing this good for me in Qinglianggu?"

The owner of Blackwater Castle has always heard of Wen Xuechen's reputation of being merciless to people who are not righteous. Hearing him say this now, he only thought that he was deliberately evading, pretending to be righteous, and his heart was fried, and he yelled: "Sir Fucking hypocrisy here! You killed my son, and I want you to pay with your life!"

Wen Xuechen saw that he was irritable, his eyes were full of blood, and he didn't want to annoy him, so he chose to take a step back and said: "...the matter is not clear, we are talking empty words here, and we can't tell right from wrong, why don't we ask the castle master After entering the valley, let's discuss it slowly."

"'Slowly'?" The master of Blackwater Castle opened the corner of his mouth and said ferociously, "I don't know if your so-called 'slow' is to 'discuss the matter clearly', or to delay the time until the other three sects are invited. , so aggressive, to force this little Blackwater Fortress to submit to me?"

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, and a Qinglianggu disciple in green clothes was staggered and pushed up from behind him.

Wen Xuechen's expression changed.

After learning that the people of the demon way besieged the valley, he faintly felt something unusual, so he lit a rhinoceros lamp in the house first, and it happened that Zhou Beinan and Qu Chi were not in the house, so he sent a man with strong sword control skills Disciple, order him to send a letter from the back of the valley to Danyang Peak, which is the closest to Qingliang Valley, to inform Qu Chi of this matter, and let him come to the valley when he is free.

But this messenger disciple obviously took the secret path leading to the outside world in Qingliang Valley...

Before he could figure out what was going on, the owner of Blackwater Fort let out a strange smile: "While you are delaying with me, you sent your disciples to send him a tip-off. Wen Xuechen, you are so clever."

The two demonic disciples escorting the little disciple took advantage of the situation and tightened his arms, kicking his knees.

The little disciple swayed, his eyes were blinded by the rain, and a few strands of his hair tied with jujube wood hairpins fell loose, but he stood upright in place like a poplar, motionless.

The two devil disciples who detained him felt that they had been humiliated. Both of them were physical practitioners. They each pulled out their fists and punched him twice in the ribs.

There were only two bone cracking sounds, and the young disciple turned pale, and bowed down, almost gnashing his teeth in pain.

But he still didn't kneel.

Seeing that he couldn't even dampen the spirit of the nameless disciples of this small Qingliang Valley, the master of Blackwater Castle glared at the two demonic disciples angrily. One pinched his left calf and broke the bone there, while the other clamped his arm and forced him to kneel down.

Under the little disciple's feet was a piece of soft soil, which had become a quagmire after being soaked by the rain. If he knelt down, he would definitely fall headfirst, fall all over his body and face in the mud, and lose Qinglianggu's face.

Who would have thought that after the little disciple uttered a violent shout, he would thrust his right leg into the mud, and take advantage of the momentum to straighten his body up resolutely!

Amidst the crisp sound of bones breaking, he yelled sharply: "Qingliang Valley will never kneel for evil spirits!"

"Oh, really?"

The master of Blackwater Castle sneered, and the sword edge at his waist was unsheathed, turning into a condensed ray of white light.

As the sharp edge passed by, the head flew up, and the jujube hairpin that had not been taken off rolled down into the wet rain mud.

...his resistance was over.

Through the shadow of the rain, Wen Xuechen almost pinched the yin and yang rings on his hands!

With a backhand, the gossip roulette flew out, and a large area of ​​sparks was wiped out in the middle of the rain in the midair, approaching the master of the Blackwater Fortress!

The castle master didn't wait too long, so he raised his sword to block it, and the roulette cut a piece of raindrops, which rubbed against the sword body, and the hot dark red light spots were wrapped in rain and mist, and rushed to the face of the castle master of Blackwater Castle: "You Kill my Qinglianggu disciple, I want you—”

But at this moment, the Lord of Blackwater Castle squeezed out a sinister smile.

The sound of the sword wheel cutting each other seemed to be some kind of signal, and Wen Xuechen's voice was swallowed up by the sudden burst of shouts from all directions!

The noise around Qinglianggu was like boiling, shaking Wen Xuechen's mind into a mess, driving his spiritual power to illuminate the surroundings, and in the hazy rain shadow, he felt thousands of wet and cold faces!

The branches of the magic way have different scales, and the Blackwater Fortress has only a thousand people. Even if the whole fortress is used to attack, it is impossible to have such a huge force!

In the blink of an eye, Wen Xuechen suddenly understood.

They came prepared!

He raised his voice and yelled: "Seal the valley, start—"

Before the words fell, the radiance of the ten thousand-zhang moon rose from his body, and spiritual power was poured into the ground. In a short time, lines emerged from the ground in the formation of sealing the valley that had lasted for hundreds of years. , Shining like snow, the screams of demonic disciples came from all over the field.

"Bai Yunyou, light 36 pillars of soul-inducing incense, and lead five hundred disciples to the east, forming a group of sun formations!"

"Yes!"

"Su Qing, to the west, Qunyang Formation!"

"Yes!"

"I will guard the south gate, and the north, Feng Wuhua, guard it for me!"

"Yes!"

"The three formations are combined, and the inner circle is surrounded to form a large soul formation, do you understand?!"

Wen Xuechen issued four orders in a row, and the disciples obeyed him alone, and each took the order. While the disciples were in their positions and setting up the formation for security, Wen Xuechen was the only one left who gritted his teeth and drove the spiritual power to maintain the operation of the entire Fenggu formation.

After a while, he turned his head and said to the disciple who was following him, "Come here."

He opened his mouth to say something, but the rain was so loud and the weapons were intertwined that the disciples who accompanied him couldn't hear clearly: "...Senior Brother Wen, what did you say?!"

"Go back!" Wen Xuechen raised her voice, "Sister Tongxian said, tell her not to worry when she hears the sound of swords and soldiers, so that she can rest at home, and don't run out to get wet in the rain. I will go back to accompany her soon!"

The accompanying disciple looked around and found that there were only a dozen disciples here, so he couldn't help but worry: "Senior Brother Wen, but these few people are here for you..."

"I'm fine!"

The attendant disciple's face was pale, and he turned his head to see Lu Yujiu who was guarding the south gate tonight, and shouted sharply: "Lu Yujiu, take good care of Senior Brother Wen! Do you hear me?!"

Lu Yujiu gritted her teeth and clenched the hilt of her sword: "Yes!"

Zhou Xian, who was resting in the dormitory in the valley, heard the commotion outside, put down the scroll in his hand, and walked slowly to the eaves alone with a lamp on his waist. Run to three directions.

She frowned, but she didn't bother those disciples who formed their own formation.

As soon as she took two steps along the corridor in front of the hall, she heard a familiar voice directing: "Liu Zixu, take two hundred disciples to the south gate, Senior Brother Wen is there!"

After giving the order, he hurried to Wen Xuechen's bedroom, raised his eyes and saw Zhou Xian in the corridor, his expression changed, and he rushed forward a few steps: "Mrs. Wen..."

Before he could comfort him, Zhou Xian interrupted him: "No need to say more, tell me quickly, what happened?"

After the disciple said this, Zhou Xian's face changed suddenly.

Sensing the change in Zhou Xian's expression, the accompanying disciple immediately comforted him: "Senior brother Wen is afraid that Madam is anxious, you should go back and rest quickly, brother has strong spiritual power, so I think he can handle it."

He knew that Mrs. Wen was also worthy of being ranked on the top of the list before, even if she was pregnant now, it would be like a mantis to stop her if he wanted to stop her.

But Mrs. Wen's body is really inconvenient, if something goes wrong...

When he was afraid that Zhou Xian would be impulsive, Zhou Xian actually patted his shoulder a few times to show comfort: "Don't panic. Brother Chen wants me to wait for him, I just wait."

Zhou Xian's brows and eyes are as gentle as moonlight. No matter how worried she is, Crescent Moon squints her eyes slightly, and shuts all the worries inside: "Go help Brother Chen. Go. Tell him, Ah Wang and I are fine. , wait here for his return."

The disciple accompanying him wiped his scorching eye sockets, and was about to turn around and leave, when he suddenly heard heart-piercing shouts from the south: "Senior Brother Wen! Senior Brother Wen!!!"

... No one knew when Wen Xuechen had a heart attack.

Perhaps it was when he dismissed Lu Yujiu and asked him to lead a dozen or so disciples to deal with the disciples from Blackwater Castle who were attacking head-on;

Perhaps it was when the arrows of flying arrows were attacking him, and he was forced to distract himself to block;

Perhaps earlier, when he saw the head of the messenger disciple flying out, his pulse was already unstable.

No one knows when he suddenly fell down, just like no one knows how much spiritual energy it takes to support the formation in the valley alone, and how much it is for Wen Xuechen, who has a serious heart disease pressure.

——Once the Sealing Valley Formation is activated, someone needs to continuously instill spiritual power into it.The magic way came suddenly, Mr. Fuyao retreated, and the disciples were not in place in time, so he could only use his life to hang on to continue the formation, to ensure the smooth formation of the disciples against the enemy.

However, his life was like a string, and after all, it was overwhelmed and broke with a clang.

A hundred feet away from the valley, nine lamps held an oil-paper umbrella, standing solemnly in half space like a flowing cloud, the rain was not wet on the clothes, and the figure was as sparse as clear snow, leaning over to look at the bloody fire Flying across the battlefield, I don't know what I was thinking.

The Lord of the Blackwater Castle stood beside him, with his waist slightly bent, and his eyes were full of sincere gratitude: "Thank you, Lord, for avenging me for this bloody sea of ​​blood!"

Jiuzhideng looked at him sideways, and replied coldly: "You are welcome. Since the castle master has changed his mind and is determined to be loyal to the devil, I will definitely avenge this revenge for you."

The castle master looked at him quietly, and tentatively said: "I don't know if the death of my son will affect the relationship between the Lord and the four sects of the righteous way. After all, you..."

"I have long planned to counterattack the righteous way." Jiuzhideng straightened his cuffs and said calmly, "I just didn't expect Qinglianggu to take the lead, so we don't need to be polite."

Speaking of this, he calmly looked into the eyes of the owner of Blackwater Castle, and said calmly: "Wu Xiang's death is a disgrace to the devil, and it is also a supreme honor. One day, the history will be written to record the history of the devil, your son He will also be listed as a minister of meritorious service."

Jiuzhideng's words made the castle master couldn't help but shed tears: "My lord..."

At this time, the disciple with mottled sword marks in front of him returned the sword, and when he knelt down, his voice couldn't hide his excitement: "Return to the Lord! Qinglianggu Wen Xuechen is dead! He is dead!"

Jiuzhideng was slightly stunned: "Who?"

The disciple's eyes were full of joy: "My lord, it's Wen Xuechen!"

He repeated: "...Wen Xuechen is dead?"

"Yes!" said the messenger disciple, "It seems that the mana has been driven for a long time, and the heart attack is overwhelmed..."

... In other words, he was exhausted to death.

The disciple of Chuanxin continued: "The Qinglianggu disciple guarding the south gate has lost his position and was directly attacked by us. Now the disciples are robbing his body with those Qinglianggu people!"

The owner of Blackwater Castle was overjoyed, and blurted out: "Take it back! He is the murderer of my son..."

Having said that, he realized that there was no room for his own beak here, and he stared at Jiuzhideng in fear.

Only then did Jiuzhideng recover from the news of the man's death, clenched his fists, and said coldly: "Snatch! At all costs! Whoever can snatch Wen Xuechen's body back, I will reward him!"

Because of Wen Xuechen's body, both sides went crazy.

More and more disciples fell on both sides. Many disciples were red-eyed, and those who stepped on the ground rushed forward.

However, Wen Xuechen's death had a great impact on the disciples of Qingliang Valley, it was like a thunderbolt added to the body, the pain was unbearable, the more urgent the more they missed.

What formation, what defense, they all forgot.

Among them, Lu Yujiu was the most insane. He drove the power of the ghost cultivator almost violently, manipulating the dead demonic disciples to stand up staggeringly, and stabbing the backs of the demonic disciples who followed him.

No one even noticed him, everyone was going crazy, the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword whirled together, squeezing the small south gate to the point of collapse.

Finally, a demon disciple in purple robes prostrated himself on the ground, found a wrist wearing a lightning-strike jujube wood yin-yang ring among many corpses, dragged him out overjoyed, put it on his back, staggered Sword away.

Lu Yujiu was almost ashamed, condensing the spiritual power of the ghost cultivator into a bone hand, and frantically grabbed the escaped demon disciple, but the finger only had time to tear off a piece of Wen Xuechen's lapel.

Lu Yujiu's face turned pale from the pain, and he shouted, "Senior Brother Wen!"

Suddenly, he heard a woman's voice behind him: "The disciples of Qingliang Valley listen to the order! Form the formation!"

The attendant disciple, with tears streaming down his face, followed behind Zhou Xian, calling out in a miserable voice, "Mrs. Wen!!"

Zhou Xian held a long spear that she hadn't held for a long time, with a deadpan expression on her face, and her voice was as clear as a knife: "Fix the formation!"

The torrential rain washed her face into a bloodless bone white: "Disciples of the South Gate! Form a group of yang formations, which are in harmony with the other three-party formations! Repel the enemy!"

The weak woman didn't even have time to shed tears at this time, she just kept shouting: "This Qingliang Valley is his Qingliang Valley, I want to guard it for him! You all have to guard it for him! Remember to me, Qingliang Valley only has dead people, There are no descendants!!"

The author has something to say: Although Wen Xuechen's body was snatched, the owner of the Blackwater Castle is still unwilling.

Looking at the dead man with cyanotic lips and paper-like complexion, he complained in a low voice: "It's too bad that the lives of a hundred demon disciples were exchanged for only one corpse!"

Jiuzhideng raised his hand, and slowly stroked the white hair on the sideburns of the corpse, with a hint of nostalgia in his expression.

He watched the man carefully.

This person has never put himself in his eyes. From his point of view, he is probably a huge stain among the four doors, even if it is stained, he feels dirty.

...However, what can he do now.

Can he still scold himself and tell himself to go away?

Thinking in this way, Jiuzhideng lowered his eyes and said to himself: "One hundred and ten demonic disciples can be exchanged for one Wen Xuechen, so worth it."

"Seal Qingliang Valley, and no one is allowed to enter or leave." Afterwards, Jiuzhideng ordered, "Give Wen Xuechen to me. I will hand him over to the person who is best at refining corpses in the main altar, and refine him into an awakened corpse."

Before, the Lord of Blackwater Fort only thought that Nine Branch Lamps wanted his disciples to snatch this corpse out of personal hatred, but after hearing the words "refined into a wakeful corpse", he faintly understood: "You..."

Jiuzhideng wrote lightly: "As a formation cultivator, he is very familiar with the four-door mountain-closing formation. If I can take him back for my use..." He looked at the castle master, and the corners of his lips twitched casually. Dian Dian, "Then, we don't need to work as hard as this time to capture the other three gates."