The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

In the second half of the night, when the rainstorm had just stopped, half a bright moon loomed above the blue sky.

Inside the Demon Dao General Altar, several groups of black-robed disciples who had withdrawn from Qingliang Valley hurriedly walked, their footsteps were chaotic, and the robes still faintly carried phosphorous fire.

Phosphorous flames fell from their skirts, rolled like selaginella, crawled across the rain-washed grass, crawled through the corridors of wind chimes, and finally surrounded a square hut like fireflies. Fly up and down.

There were three or five wild boar oil lamps burning in the room, and a row of copper ice mirrors were placed along the wall. The ice mirrors were filled with large blocks of ice bricks. of mist room.

Wen Xuechen's corpse was laid out among them, and the light struggled through the heavy mist, reflecting his gray face in an eerie way.

Nine lamps stood quietly on the side of the ice coffin, looking down at this face that was softer than usual.

The corpse refiner with streaks of thick oil paint on his face knelt in front of him, and said hoarsely: "Mozun, there are three refining methods for this wake corpse. I don't know which one do you want?"

"Which three?"

The corpse refiners replied one by one: "The first one is also the simplest one. It can make them forget all the six things in their past, and leave a blank sheet of paper for you to write, and obey your orders."

Jiuzhideng didn't answer, obviously not satisfied with the result.

The corpse refiner said again: "The second is to refine the half corpse. This action can repay the avenger, and can make his mind confused. He is neither human nor ghost, unable to die, unable to live. If no one instills spiritual power into his life, then It can only be like a wild dog, digging out the dead's heart and liver for food."

He originally thought that Jiuzhideng would be more satisfied with this design, but who would have thought that his expression would not change.

The corpse refiner had no choice but to say: "The third refinement method can reverse its five senses, black into white, light into darkness, right and wrong. But this method is very risky, and it needs to be amended and corrected when necessary. Quite a lot of work..."

Jiuzhideng asked directly: "I want him not to be able to distinguish between people who are not in the way and people who are in the right way. Can you do it?"

After briefly explaining his request to the corpse refiner, Jiuzhideng walked out of the corpse refinement alone.

There were already disciples waiting outside who came to report the situation. After seeing the nine lamps, he couldn't wait to kneel down and said: "Success to the Lord! We have surrounded the Qingliang Valley into an iron bucket to seal off the spiritual power. No matter what The information can't be conveyed! They are now the turtles in the urn, and they can only sit and wait for death!"

This was good news, but the face of Nine Branch Lamps remained unchanged, as if such a victory was not enough to stir up a slight ripple in his stagnant heart: "Did the other three sects notice it?"

"The disciples sent out to monitor all said that the three gates are calm and there is no abnormal movement!" The disciple's voice was trembling, and his excitement was hard to hide. "My lord, when will we attack Qingliang Valley?"

Jiuzhideng said calmly: "Besiege them for a day first."

"...Honorable Lord?"

Nine Zhideng said: "Send someone to send a message to Qingliang Valley: We fought before to avenge the killing of the son of the Lord of Blackwater Castle. Now I don't want to start killing again. If they are willing to surrender to the devil, I will stay in Qingliang Valley There is a way of life for everyone."

The disciple who came back to report swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "My lord, the Qingliang Valley has lost Wen Xuechen, and its vigor has been greatly frustrated. Now is a good time to go all out and take advantage of the victory to chase after the kill. If they let them take a breather for a while, once they use that The artifact 'Taixu Bow', then let's..."

"'Tai Xu Bow'?"

Hearing him mention these three characters, Jiuzhideng's cold face finally changed slightly: "I really want to see the true face of this 'Tai Xu Bow'. I'm afraid they won't be able to show it."

The disciple was startled when he heard the words. After carefully chewing the meaning of the words, his eyes gradually lit up: "You mean..."

Jiuzhideng didn't answer, flicked his long sleeves, passed by his side, and walked slowly towards the main hall.

He knew the situation in Qingliang Valley very well.

He knew that Mr. Fuyao was at the critical moment of retreat and comprehension, and it was difficult to get out; he also knew what Wen Xuechen meant to the disciples of Qinglianggu, and Wen Xuechen's death had a great impact on all the disciples of Qinglianggu.

And soon, these helpless disciples will find that not only have they lost Wen Xuechen, but even the only artifact they can rely on, the "Taixu Bow", is a huge lie.

Qingliang Valley focuses on formation cultivation, and is only good at defense, not strong attack. If they cut off their hope, whether it is disarming and surrendering, or a Jedi counterattack, they will all be accelerating the unification of the four schools of magic.

The nine-branched lanterns went to the front of the hall, and the sky began to slant and drizzle again, and the moon that had just revealed its bright face was once again swallowed by the dark clouds like a dog.

He didn't dodge, sat down in front of the steps in his clothes, stretched out his sleeves, and looked up at the thick clouds in the sky all by himself.

Jiuzhideng himself didn't know what he was thinking, but he was sure that he wasn't thinking about Xu Xingzhi.

For the sake of the great cause of the devil, he dared not think of his senior brother for a whole year.

He rolled up his sleeves and looked at the scar on his forearm stabbed by himself.

In the past, he even found it dirty to talk about people's right and wrong behind their backs; he didn't expect that in just over a year, he would be able to play tricks while talking and laughing, plotting the lives of thousands of people at his fingertips.

It turns out that people can become despicable and depraved so quickly.

Jiuzhideng raised the corners of his lips, and sneered ironically at the dirty water reflecting his face in the pool of water under his feet.

……

On the fourth day of February in the fourth year of Tianding, Qingliang Valley, one of the original four gates, fell into the hands of the demons.

The disciples of Qingliang Valley, from the emperor to the disciples of the outer sect, none of them were willing to surrender.

The demon disciples broke through the gate of the Qingliang Valley, and the whole valley swore to fight to the death. Blood flowed on the oars, and the wind filled the valley. When the sound of killing gradually subsided, it was already dawn.

Everyone in Qingliang Valley was born with hard bones and would rather die than surrender. In the end, only seven people including Mrs. Wen Xuechen's flesh and blood were captured alive.

The remaining 680 people have all become ghosts and ghosts in the valley.

When Jiuzhideng stepped into the Jingxin Cave in Qingliang Valley, he happened to see several disciples dragging a corpse out.

The corpse's eyes were wide open, the blue shirt was dragged into a mess, the hem was rolled up to the chest, its messy appearance was almost indistinguishable from those who died violently on the street.

It took Jiuzhideng some effort to recognize that this person is the Qinglianggu Fuyao Lord who loves chess and often plays chess with his master.

The magic disciples said happily: "Return to the lord, I am afraid that this little old man knows that he is going to die, so he has cut off his meridians."

Nine Branches of Light retracted its gaze: "It's tough to die in a valley."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and told the attendant behind him: "Take care of the few survivors in Qinglianggu, don't tell them to commit suicide. Especially the one named Zhou Xian."

"Yes!!"

All the devil disciples had vivid expressions of joy on their faces, trembling with excitement for the victory in front of them.

After Jiuzhideng strolled out of the cave, some disciples couldn't wait to step forward and asked: "Master, where are we going to attack next? Is it Danyang Peak or Ying Tianchuan?"

Although everyone is excited, they will never forget that Jiuzhideng was educated in Fengling Mountain for many years.In the eyes of everyone, this Fengling Mountain must be the most difficult bone to crack. Even if Mozun wants to completely take down the four gates, he will rank it last out of human considerations.

No one thought that Jiuzhideng replied without changing his face: "Fengling Mountain."

He has an account, and he needs to settle it with the Lord of Guangfu.

However, he will not go head-to-head with Fengling Mountain's guarding formation like this time when he captured Qingliang Valley, and damage the magic power in vain.

Just as Jiuzhideng was thinking about this, the sound of rumbling wheelchairs sounded from far and near, creating layers of fine echoes between the stone roads in Qingliang Valley in the early morning.

Wen Xuechen's expression remained unchanged when the wheelchair was pushed through the thick bloody atmosphere by the demon disciples. Although the eyes were a little dull, there was already a trace of vitality in them.

The person in front of him can really be described as lifelike.

Soon, Wen Xuechen's wheelchair stopped in front of Jingxin Cave.

He only cast a faint glance at Mr. Fuyao's body that was dragged out of the cave, and then looked away.

Jiuzhideng tried to call his name: "Wen Xuechen."

Wen Xuechen was neither humble nor overbearing: "Yes."

In the eyes of Wen Xuechen today, these disciples who come and go are the disciples of Qingliang Valley. As for the corpses all over the floor, they are all people of the devil way, including the people who were carried out just now. Of course, he will not treat them Death is false.

Jiuzhideng leaned down and grabbed his wrist, feeling icy cold, and his inner pulse was as calm as death, and because of his rigor, Wen Xuechen couldn't control the wheelchair at all.

But it doesn't matter, the longer the waking corpse survives, the more it describes and behaves like an ordinary person. In time, he can not only operate the wheelchair as usual, but also use spells, and even after being overworked, he will feel a dull pain in the heart .

...But that's all an illusion.

Wen Xuechen looked at the blood splattered all around with an extremely calm expression.

Jiuzhideng tentatively asked him: "What do you think about Zhou Beinan and Qu Chi?"

According to the contents instilled in his brain by the corpse refiner, Wen Xuechen replied stiffly: "Although the two of them are my close friends, they are cooperating with the sky demon Meng Chongguang and a group of disciples to steal the artifact, intending to cause harm to the world, and should be sentenced to exile. As for the main culprit, Meng Chongguang, he should be killed in order to calm the hearts of the world."

Before Jiuzhideng left, he did tell the corpse refiner that he was allowed to reform Wen Xuechen, but he never expected that the corpse refiner would instill such thoughts in Wen Xuechen.

But since he said so, Jiuzhideng followed his words and continued: "The person who stole the artifact is now relying on the three-door formation, guarding a dangerous building, and trying to fight a trapped beast, how about it?"

Wen Xuechen's face was dull, and he said slowly: "I have participated in the other three big formations, and I know the key points. If you need, I can point out the methods of dismantling and dealing with them one by one."