The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

How important is talent to monks?

There are tens of millions of immortal cultivators in the Lancang Continent, and for thousands of years, there has not been a single cultivator who can ascend to the sky. However, Xiao Wutong, a Taoist cultivator who grew up in the sword cultivator school, has already entered Transformation period.

And his advancing speed didn't even weaken at all, and he even grew up more rapidly because of participating in this battle between immortals and demons.

Everyone believes that this young man has been the only monk in the Lancang Continent who has been able to ascend for thousands of years.

Talent is such a wonderful thing that it can make all efforts come to naught.

Xiao Wutong is the darling of heaven and earth.

And this favor finally attracted the envy of others.

People who were blinded by jealousy and greed pulled the young boy from the high clouds to the ground, and stripped him of everything God gave him.

They thought that in this way, this young man who caused injustice could be eliminated from history.

But young people don't.

□□'s feet stepped on the white jade's Zhanxian platform, and heavy snow fell from the sky.

There was a bright smile on his face, his pupils were the color of honey, and his lips were as delicate as cherry blossoms.

What a lovely existence...

He hummed an out-of-tune tune, put his hands behind his back, raised his jade feet, and landed on the top of the jade pillar as if dancing, and stood still while spinning on the white jade platform.

The monks scattered and fled.

The singing came suddenly.

The cold wind swept the boy's sweet laughter and sent it to the ears of every fleeing monk.

"Then, Wutong is about to start counting down!"

The boy closed his eyes, and the cold wind blew through his thin white shirt, revealing his frail body.

"Five~"

The sound of the wind was bitter, as if a human being was crying on the verge of death.

"Four~"

The young man tilted his head, his loose hair was messed up by the wind, he didn't realize it.

"Three~"

The devilish energy was reaching out and brewing, growing stronger and stronger.

"Two~"

The smile on the corner of his lips widened instantly, and his closed eyes suddenly opened.

"One~"

The ominous devilish energy suddenly spread over a hundred miles, turning into countless magic swords, killing all the monks within the enveloping range in the blink of an eye.

The boy counted on his fingers.

"Ah, there are still a few escaped~"

Before the words fell, there was no one on the jade pillar.

Who can escape him?

As an immortal cultivator, he was already a small realm higher than the average cultivator, and as a demon cultivator, he was several times stronger than the immortal cultivator himself.

Don't say that the radius is hundreds of miles, even thousands of miles, ten thousand miles, you can arrive in a flash.

Being able to escape thousands of miles is considered a powerful monk. Just as they took a breath, they wanted to slowly sort out what happened just now.

A slender hand penetrated the dantian and pinched Yuanying.

"I caught you~"

It was as if the voice of a demon was ringing in my ears.

The frightened expression was buried forever before it was revealed.

"It was Wutong who won!"

Fingers hard, Nascent Soul shattered.

The monk in his hand is completely dead.

The boy raised his head indifferently.

Thick eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slightly, and brown pupils were faintly visible.

Ah, there is no senior brother among these people.

He thought so without any emotion.

Then go find your brother.

His eyes were inorganically cold, and the boy withdrew his palm.

With a bang, the corpse fell to the ground, splashing a fine mist of snow, and then blood flowed out.

Black air wrapped around the boy's hand, burning the blood in an instant. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Tianjianmen.

It was the place that occupied all the memories of his life.

Brother, did you run there?

Then go find it.

But a Heavenly Sword Sect.

The large formation protecting the mountain was opened by the panicked disciples to stop the evil god of death.

"Hey! Open the door, I'm going to be unhappy!"

"I said, open the door!!"

The golden talisman culture is light particles, and the snowflakes are scattered all over the ground. The young man penetrates into the enchantment in an understatement, smiling and smiling.

"What about Senior Brother?"

"Where is senior brother? Wutong came here especially to find senior brother!"

"I say you guys! Hand over the senior brother!"

"No one said? Then let's play a game with Wutong~"

"The game is called, where is the senior brother~"

"Find the senior brother, the game is over, okay~"

The pure white boy smiled brightly.

The flames were caught in the magic energy and shot in all directions.

The human body was chopped into pieces, mixed with blood, and fell down crackling.

Like a heavy rain.

There is everything in the rain.

Xiao Wutong hummed a song, bouncing forward.

The devilish energy was like an obedient pet, rubbing affectionately at his fingertips.

There was no trace of injury on his body, and his obsession did not bring pain, but this evil and greedy power became stronger again.

So what can a sword repairer do.

But one hit.

Blood spurted from the necks of the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect and splashed towards the young man.

He waved his hand, and the black air prevented the blood from being soaked.

But in the next moment, another corpse fell at his feet, and another pool of blood swept over.

The teenager is bored, bored.

He simply didn't care about these trivial matters anymore, and concentrated on looking for his senior brother.

From the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, from the main hall to the auxiliary hall.

Every inch is not spared, carefully investigated.

Soon, the screaming of the humans on this mountain became less.

Simply because there are no living creatures here.

Xiao Wutong hummed a song.

He came in white.

The blood of the same family was splashed on the white clothes.

Dye the red dots.

The more it is dyed, the more dense the red will be, and the more the white will be smeared out.

Finally, there is no white left at all, and there is only bright red when it falls from the top.

The dye could no longer melt into the fabric, and could only flow down the corners of the clothes, dripping onto the snow.

Snowflakes were flying one after another, covering up the traces of the massacre.

The young man was walking barefoot, and Bai Yu's foot was covered with blood from the same family. When he stepped on it and lifted it up, bright red footprints were left.

In the pure white ground, a string of blood-red footprints continued to spread, and the snowflakes that fell later were instantly soaked in blood and dyed red.

With despair, human beings hide on this huge mountain.

But where can I hide?

What can hide from the boy.

This is the place where he has lived for more than ten years.

Xiao Wutong hummed a song with a wild accent, every time he killed a person, the tone of his voice became higher and higher.

The blood became a booster, and the more he sang, the happier he sang, the happier he sang.

The entire Tianjianmen was full of his singing, every corner and every gap was not left behind.

The number of human beings is getting smaller and smaller, bright red blood is flowing on the top of the mountain, and the spiritual power released by the monks when they are dying is everywhere.

But no matter how hard he struggled, it was of no avail.

This is just a slaughterhouse.

"what……"

The teenager looked disappointedly at the last person who fell.

"Brother is not here..."

But in an instant, he smiled brightly again.

"It's okay! I can find it a little bit~"

A person rushed in from outside.

He was holding a long sword, his brows were furrowed, and he looked on guard. He was still shocked when he saw the tragic scene of corpses scattered all over the field.

For the first time, a look of panic appeared between the visitor's brows.

He shouted loudly: "Indus!"

The voice echoed on the empty mountain, the visitor was extremely anxious, he landed on the top of the mountain, and was planning to look through the corpses on the ground one by one.

A young man in red came out from the gate of the main hall.

He smiled happily.

In the heavy snow, that slender body looked extraordinarily thin.

"Master~Brother~~"

"Wu—"

Qi Chen's tense face finally calmed down, he hurried forward a few steps, wanting to check his beloved boy.

Black light pierced through the chest.

"Tong...?"

Blood overflowed from his mouth, his eyes were full of shock, and his body had fallen limply to the ground.

"Brother~~"

The boy bounced over, stood still in front of Qi Chen, and bent down to look at him.

"Wutong is looking for you~"

The smile was pure and brilliant, like the sun hanging high in the clear winter sky, with a icy chill.

"Brother is a big liar!"

Qi Chen coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and tried to raise his hand, trying to touch the boy's cheek.

"Indus...how are you..."

The boy backed away abruptly.

He avoided Qi Chen's hand, his amber pupils looked at the ever-expanding pool of blood.

The manic heart gradually calmed down.

I don't know if it's because he finally got revenge, or because he met Qi Chen in this situation.

"When I was on the Zhanxiantai~"

Xiao Wutong stared fixedly at Qi Chen for an unknown amount of time, until even the blood was frozen, before he suddenly burst into a bright smile.

His voice was crisp, his smile was sweet, and there seemed to be sparkling water in his eyes.

"I've always been thinking about who will come to save Wutong~"

"Brother will definitely come~ He will definitely come to save Wutong~"

As he spoke, he walked forward, walked up to Qi Chen, and sat down.

"Brother really came!"

The boy helped the man up and leaned on his body, his cold fingers covering the man's blood-stained face.

"But what~"

"Brother didn't come to save Wutong~"

Slowly move your fingers down, across your neck, over your chest, and rest on your abdomen.

"Brother is here to tell Wutong~"

"He has abandoned Indus."

Xiao Wutong smiled, and suddenly two lines of tears slipped across his face and fell to the ground.

"So Wutong thought and thought, and thought and thought."

"Who else can save Wutong?"

Fingers turned into claws, piercing Qi Chen's abdomen suddenly, and searched unscrupulously in the most important dantian of a cultivator.

Qi Chen snorted, and blood gushed out of his throat, blocking his words.

"There's no one left."

Grab the spiritual root with your fingers, use force, and crush it.

"Indus, no one needs me anymore."

Qi Chen opened his mouth, and the terrible pain spread all over his body, and he couldn't feel anything else except the pain.

A lifetime of cultivation is destroyed once.

Xiao Wutong giggled, he slowly raised his head and stared at the sky.

Heavy snow falls from the sky, seemingly endless.

"Then Wutong thought again..."

The suppressed demon energy in the world suddenly disappeared.

"Heaven will not save me."

The spirit veins accumulated by Tianjianmen for thousands of years were taken out.

"You didn't save me either."

The distorted smile subsided suddenly, and the boy's face was indifferent.

"So."

"I'll save me."

Snow stopped.