The villain does one good thing every day

The person on the mattress struggled in pain, and several people pushed him back. The person struggled not to survive, but just opened his bloody mouth, staring angrily at Quan Wuyong, wanting to say something.

Lin Wuyang leaned close to his ear, discerning carefully.

Quan Wuyong walked over step by step, the man's lips trembled more and more, his scarred arm pointed straight at Quan Wuyong, Lin Wuyang looked up at Quan Wuyong: "Why don't you come, it's your classmate."

Quan Wuyong nodded, pulled Lin Wuyang who was kneeling next to the man from the ground, sat down by himself, put one hand on the ground above the man's head, and leaned down: "Speak louder."

The man grabbed Quan Wuyu's collar with all his strength, and bit out a word: "Yes..."

Another word of his was broken in his own suffocation after circles of gray evil spirit crawled around his neck.

Lin Wuyang saw that he was wrong, so he pulled Quan Wuwu up, and jumped on him again, listening to the man's chest, but couldn't hear the heartbeat, he sat up hurriedly, wiped his sweat, and caught a glimpse of fleeing gray from the corner of his eye.

"What is this..." He tried to stretch out his hand, but the gray was touched by him, and it bit him instead, and was about to invade him.

At the time of danger, Yan Laixing rushed over, drew his sword and swung it, the sword energy drove away the gray evil spirit.

Lin Wuyang looked at the strangle marks on the dead Xiaoxiu's neck, and looked up at Yan Laixing: "Could it be that evil spirit just now..."

Yan Laixing also fell silent.

Lin Wuyang turned his head: "Is Ling Xing not there?"

Yan Laixing shook his head: "If he is not here, there is no reason for him to do such a thing."

Lin Wuyang agreed: "That's right. Could it be that the Patriarch said that he has been following us?"

Yan Laixing was surprisingly silent. He was still staring at the traces of the fading evil spirit, which was different from Ling Xing's evil spirit. He had seen these evil spirits coming and going, but...

Yan Laixing shook his head slowly: "The Patriarch never said that someone followed us, he just said that that person followed our steps."

Lin Wuyang froze for a moment: "What do you mean?"

Yan Laixing pointed to the man's arm: "What did he want to say just now?"

The outside fell into a new fire attack, and it suddenly became noisy, and new wounded were brought in, and the people who were resting went up to the top, and there was a lot of noise.

But around these three people, there was an eerie silence.

After an unbearable silence, Yan Laixing and Lin Wuyang raised their heads slowly, turned to Quan Wuyong stiffly, and looked at him.

Quan Wuyong looked at their faces full of expectations, and accidentally smiled: "Why, don't you dare to guess?"

Lin Wuyang relaxed after a plop, sat on the ground, covered his mouth, Yan Laixing still didn't move.

More and more people went out to help, and this line was about to be saved, calling for everyone to continue.

Quan Wuyong pouted, turned and walked towards the door.

Yan Laixing drew his sword across his neck, his tone trembling strongly: "Don't move around, we'll talk after the matter is over."

Quan Wuyong didn't turn his head, and sneered: "It's up to you."

As he spoke, gray mist rose from the ground and turned into ghosts, blocking the door for him.The people who wanted to rush out to help were blocked, stopped and turned their heads, and saw Quan Wuuse whose fingers were wrapped with thousands of thin gray threads.

Quan Wuyong raised his head and smiled: "You don't need to die outside, just die here."

With a movement of his fingers, the thin thread danced and galloped along with the gray mist, entangled the people in the four trenches, and killed them respectively.

Yan Laixing knew at a glance that he couldn't wait, but he swung his sword in vain, and Quan Wuyong had long since disappeared into the gray mist.Yan Laixing pulled Lin Wuyang up: "Go, go and stand against the wall."

They shuttled through the gray mist, and occasionally heard someone's screams. Yan Laixing swung his sword to help, but as soon as he took a step, he stepped into a deeper darkness, lost his way, and had to retreat.He placed Lin Wuyang on the wall, swung the sword with confidence, the sword energy rolled up the gray mist, and dispersed the gray mist, and the vision in front of him was finally clear.Unexpectedly, as soon as it became clear, a Hui Sha sword came, galloping straight at him, he could barely hold the vertical sword, and took a few steps back on the ground before stopping, but the Hui Sha sword suddenly It turns into smoke and dissipates, turning into darts, attacking from all directions, Yan Laixing dances his sword and defends against it, which is worthy of parry.

Suddenly the gray fog was driven away by a burst of golden light. In the middle of the golden light, there were several monks holding beads and chanting mantras.

The gray mist dissipated, except for Yan Laixing who was able to make a move, Lin Wuyang behind him, and several monks who rushed over, there was no one alive, not even the wounded.

Quan Wuyong sat on a chair in the corner, drinking water leisurely.

Yan Laixing looked at Quan Wuyong in disbelief, and the monks stood beside him.Caiwei turned his head and glanced at Lin Wuyang on the ground, but Lin Wuyang also stared at Quan Wuyong in disbelief.

Quan Wuyong stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes: "What are you looking at?"

Yan Laixing turned his head around and looked at the dead people all over the place. They just wanted to go out to fulfill their duties and guard their hometown, but they were stabbed by their own people for no apparent reason.

Yan Laixing saw that the power was useless, and he felt heartbroken when he said this: "What on earth do you want to do?"

Quan Wuyong squinted his eyes: "Put away your sad face, there is nothing else to say, it's nothing more than that."

Caiwei took a step forward and stood in front of them: "No need to repeat."

Saying that, the Zen stick stood on the ground, took root and turned into a golden Buddha beast, and roared and rushed towards Quan Wuyong.

Yan Laixing hastily stretched out his hand: "Master, wait..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Golden Buddha Beast bit Quan Wuyong in the corner.

But took a bite.

Someone behind Yan Laixing sighed softly: "You are so naive. You all."

A sword pierced Yan Laixing's heart.

Lin Wuyang screamed and jumped forward: "Be careful—!"

He pushed Yan Laixing away, and the two of them rolled aside together, but Quan Wuyou's sword also turned around and stabbed at Yan Lai again.Yan Laixing, who had just sat up, supported the ground, and when he came back to his senses, he saw the charging sword's edge and couldn't dodge it in time.

He can't hide.

But he was blocked in front by a thin figure.

Lin Wuyang almost crawled over to block the sword.

It went straight through the abdomen, and the tip of the sword was stained with blood, dripping on Yan Laixing's hand.

Quan Wuyong froze for a moment.

He drew his sword.

Lin Wuyang fell down.

Poured into Yan Laixing's arms, Yan Laixing was covered with blood on his hands, tremblingly holding him.

Quan Wuyong was still in a daze.

He looked down slowly at his hands.

His hands are shaking.

He took a step back, clenched his fists, looked at the mortal Lin Wuyang and Yan Laixing in a daze, turned around and rushed away from Hui Sha, trying to jump out, but was blocked by the monks behind.

Yan Laixing held Lin Wuyang in his arms, panicked and didn't know what to do, he kept shaking, as if he was the one who was about to die.Lin Wuyang didn't vomit blood anymore, and rolled his eyes in a lacklustre manner.

Yan Laixing murmured, "I'm sorry..."

Lin Wuyang wanted to roll his eyes again, but couldn't move. Yan Laixing cried and said to himself: "I didn't let you touch my sword last time, I'm sorry...it's not that I don't let you touch it...do you want to touch it now?" Touch it..."

With tears all over his face, Yan Laixing reached out for his own sword, insisting on fortifying it to Lin Wuyang.

Lin Wuyang stretched out his hand tremblingly, and pinched Yan Laixing's arm. The pain was so painful that he still said, "Damn...just say this..."

His hands dropped, and he wanted to cry at the thought that his last words were this.

Caiwei, who was fighting against Quan Wuyou, finally noticed the seriousness of Lin Wuyang's injuries. He let go of the barrier, ignored the shouts of the monks around him, jumped down and ran towards Lin Wuyang.

The eminent monk said in a deep tone, "Caiwei!"

Cai Wei ignored it.

Quan Wuyong turned his head for one last look, broke free from the barrier, and jumped out.

Caiwei knelt beside Lin Wuyang, looking at Lin Wuyang's pale and bleeding face.

Lin Wuyang was speechless, but his eyes lit up when Caiwei came, and he tremblingly stretched out his hand towards Caiwei: "I...I..."

He had no strength, Caiwei looked so far away, his blood-stained hands seemed to never be able to reach the snow-white monk robe.

Caiwei suddenly grabbed his hand, and the blood stained the white robe red.

"Lin Wuyang. Your name." Caiwei looked at him and said, "I remember it. I won't forget it."

Lin Wuyang's dying gray-blue face turned rosy, and the corners of his mouth curled up, wanting to say something.

But soon died.

Yan Laixing let out a sob, bent down and began to cry.

Cai Wei clenched her cold hands and did not move for a long time.

***

Ling Xing rushed into Quan's house, walked all the way among the dead bodies, and finally arrived at Yu Yao's room.A few corpses were piled up at the door, and two Xiaoxiu were standing there, looking inside sadly.

Trembling, Ling Xing walked over, and Quan Feiyan's disciple was covering Yu Yao with a white cloth.

Ling Xing stepped forward and grabbed him: "What are you doing?"

The disciple also stared at the red eyes, and pushed Ling Xing away: "Buy the dead, you can't see it!"

Ling Xing glanced at the white cloth, causing him to turn his eyes away: "Where is Quan Feiyan?"

The disciple staggered and stood up, leaning on the table to stand still: "There must be someone going to offer sacrifices."

The disciple told Ling Xing about the sacrifice, and Ling Xing looked down at the white cloth.

"Hey," the disciple's name is Ling Xing, he seems to have made a lot of determination to accept the reality, "I don't care how sad you are, you have to do what you have to do, my master is also..."

"Your master can't do it." Ling Xing told him bluntly, "You can't bear the evil spirit."

The disciple was startled, and pulled Ling Xing's sleeve: "Then what do you say?"

Ling Xing shook off his hand wearily: "I don't know, let's try one by one."

The disciple dragged him relentlessly, Ling Xing raised his head, his cold eyes frightened the disciple away.

"go out."

"But Beihai..."

Ling Xing glanced at him and sneered: "What does Beihai have to do with me?"

The disciple gritted his teeth and looked at him, and finally smiled cruelly: "Okay, since this is the case, I have nothing to say, it's been a hard journey for Patriarch."

Those people threw up their sleeves and left, continuing to save Beihai elsewhere.

Ling Xing stared blankly at the white cloth for a while, then sat down slowly.

Roaring outside the house, destroying the world, after Xianglong town is the North Sea, after the North Sea is the Four Realms, call other ancient evil spirits, fight, fight, the Four Realms who fell asleep woke up, beat the four realms with their eyes closed Tiangong was frightened.

Let's fight, let's take care of my business.

Ling Xing stretched out her hand, gently pulled off the white cloth, and saw Yu Yao's body.

Ling Xing's strong shell suddenly shattered, and he turned his head away, trembling all over.

After seeing so many dead people, why haven't I gotten used to it yet?

Ling Xing turned around, surrounded by overwhelming despair, he only felt a headache, he wanted to forget all of this, maybe go back to the bottom of the tower, hopeless peace, false peace.

He almost moved, going back to the bottom of the tower.

Regardless of all this, just go back and stay.

Tang Ling followed beside him.

Ling Xing suddenly stopped, he turned his head and glanced at Tang Liao.

He turned to look at the white cloth again.

I have a bold idea.

He ran over, lifted the white cloth, and saw the distended abdomen, he hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, stretched his hand in, and stirred the abdomen that was about to bleed out blood and intestines.

Touched something round.

He pulled out his hand, took the twister, pointed at that place, and stabbed it fiercely.

He heard the sound of the thing cracking, and his hands froze.

Is it wrong?Impossible, the Golden Elixir of the Qijin Old Immortal is so successful.

He gritted his teeth and continued to aim at it, the golden core seemed to be cracked more severely, but Ling Xing had no other choice, he could only go to Hei.

The sound of the crack was getting louder and louder, and it was about to crack in just one moment.

Ling Xing's trembling hands didn't stop, it was a gamble, only a gamble.

The crackling stopped.

At the same time, Tang Liao, who was stabbed with the golden core, became shorter by an inch every time he stabbed it, and it melted in the confrontation with the golden core, and the golden core became stronger, contending against Tang Liao.

It became more and more difficult to stab the sword, Ling Xing's body was full of evil spirits, he clenched his teeth and exerted twelve points of force on Jin Dan, blood was drawn from his hands.

Tang Liao let out black light, the blade of the sword disappeared inch by inch, until finally, only the hilt remained.

Ling Xing shook off the hilt of the sword, sat on the ground panting with relief, and waited for the golden elixir to show a silver light, repair her body, and return to the human world.

But nothing happened.

Ling Xing was in a hurry, he rushed over to look at the corpse, turned it back and forth, a dark pill was still there, but there was no sign of him waking up, he was still dead.

Instead, the red line gradually took up half of his body.

Ling Xing frantically turned his abdomen, took and put the dark pill, put and took it again, but no matter what he did, he couldn't make him glow again.

do you died?

This time it was dead.

Bet lost, bet lost...

Bet lost, bet lost...

Ling Xing was trembling, and his hands were still turning, as if this was all he had left...

Suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist, and someone said softly, "If you flip like this, it won't be easy to save later."

Ling Xing froze in place, he had never heard such a beautiful voice, it was as gentle and calm as a pool of spring water flowing.

He turned his head in a daze, and in the slowly dissipating silver light, a fairy was looking at him, with a golden crane in white clothes, peach-orange eyebrows, and three red petals on his forehead, holding his hand.

The immortal smiled at him: "It's all right. I'm back."