Someone always hinders my strategy

"Black air? It's interesting. I have a few monks' lives in my hands, but you are the only one who can see this black air." The woman's words were ambiguous, and the little fox beside Wanjiao was shocked. His hair stood up, like fried hair.

Obviously in this gloomy scene, the woman's face covered in black air and unable to see clearly is terrifying, but for some reason, looking at the little fox, Wan Yao suddenly felt that the trace of fear in her heart dissipated, and she just felt a little funny.

As a result, he suddenly felt that the woman in front of him was not so scary anymore.

Get rid of the fear, and look at this woman again, but her cultivation level is about the same as his, and she is stuck on the hurdle of forming alchemy.

——No, he didn't get stuck, what got stuck was the woman in front of him, who practiced in crooked ways and murdered people. This kind of practice method that violates the law is progressing very fast, but when she crosses the big realm, she can't have enough state of mind. Every time you cross, you need to face many disasters.

At this time, Wan Yao will come here, so why is it not her catastrophe?It's just the reincarnation of heaven, and the retribution is not good.

No matter how many monks she killed, there will be monks who will eventually kill her in the future. Between the two, only the victor can survive. No matter right or wrong, this is the cruelest rule in the cultivation world.

Thinking of this, Wan Yao withdrew his divergent thoughts, and with a light push with his left hand, the little fox was sent to Chu Zhan's arms outside the window by a gust of wind. While Xie Jin and Chu Zhan were in a daze, Wan Yao breathed a sigh of relief and said loudly: "You take him away first, and I will follow."

Then he said to Xie Jin: "You told him to leave, you must have found a way to leave, and remember, both ends are dead ends, run to the third road you found, go back to the place where you found me. "

Turning his head, he saw that the black air on the woman's body was getting heavier, and a burst of anger burst out from her eyes that could not be seen clearly: "Friar, you are the first to let people go away from under my eyes!" Raise your right hand, and the surrounding scenery changes completely.

The originally bright room was shrouded in black mist even though it was somewhat gloomy. There was a strange sound on the roof, as if something was shaking back and forth. Wan Yan glanced up and saw countless tongues. A little angry: "What a demon! How cruel!"

At this time, the woman sneered, and her delicate voice sounded: "Young master, do you like the collection of my family?"

Wan Yao didn't say a word, just held up the Wuxiang sword in his hand, a sharp sword energy burst out from the sword, and swept up, as if to overturn the roof full of resentment.

"Hehe, this House of Thousand Tongues is the lair of the slave family. It is the talisman of the slave family. It has been refined for decades. How could it be so easily destroyed by the young master?"

Sure enough, when the air waves dissipated, the roof remained unchanged.

It's just that Wan Yan noticed a word in the woman's mouth: "House of Thousand Tongues? You have killed a thousand people? How dare you!"

"Why don't you dare? If you want to be promoted, the slave family will kill 10 people!" The woman made a weird gesture facing the roof, as if worshiping, "Thank you, Lord Tianmo, if the slave family didn't get it How can the slave family survive in the mortal world with this exercise, and avenge the unborn child of the slave family?"

The woman lowered her head slightly to look at Wan Yao: "Do you want to hear a story?"

"I don't want to." Wan Yan raised his sword and rushed forward without paying attention at all: "I know that a hateful person must be pitiful. You have fallen to this point, and you will have some great grievances back then."

"But so what?" He raised his voice, the real energy in his body was circulating, and he poured it into Wuxiangjian suddenly, which made Wuxiangjian let out a pleasant Qingming, "You are suffering, and the people you kill will not be hurt!" Do you not complain when you suffer? You have a chance for revenge, what about them? Your life is miserable, but that is not the reason for you to disregard human life!"

The woman was taken aback, she had never thought so much before, looking at the tip of the sword that was getting closer and closer, carrying the aura that their demon cultivators hated the most, but at this moment, the clear light emitted by the sword made her want to cry .

She almost wanted to surrender, to end her sinful life, but at this moment, a baby's cry woke her up, and she suddenly remembered her original intention of becoming a demon.

At the critical moment, a black veil blocked Wan Yao's attack, but even though it was blocked, the black veil was torn in two, and the magic energy was gone.

The woman took a few steps back, secretly rejoicing that if she was a little slower, she might be hit head-on by this monk, and she believed that she would never be stronger than this black veil.

Looking at Wanjiao, the woman suddenly had a plan in her mind, and said sadly: "If the servants had a choice, how could they choose such a bloody road..."

But before she could say anything, Wan Yao stabbed a sword and severely interrupted her next words: "What are you talking about? What you want is my life. It seems that if you say it, I will let you kill me." It's like. You and I must only have one person to live, so how could I make fun of my own life? Don't think about crooked ways."

The woman was a little annoyed at first when she heard the words, then suddenly she turned her eyes, smiled as if thinking of something, and said with a smile: "Master, you really haven't been affected?" She suddenly moved closer to Wanjiao, and said in a soft voice, "If you have never been affected, why would you say such a thing?" What about?"

"Ah, that." Wan Yan's voice was as calm as ever, as if the previous anger had never existed, "It's just a trick to lure you over."

As soon as the words fell, the woman suddenly felt something was wrong, and was about to retreat, but saw the sharp Wuxiang sword passing through her chest.She is an invisible body and shouldn't be hurt by mortal things, but what kind of mortal thing is this Wuxiang sword? , smashing the demon energy in the woman's body to pieces.

Wan Yao pulled out his sword, and saw the woman glaring at him fiercely: "What a vicious monk..."

"Vicious?" Wan Yan chuckled, "I hit you from a distance in close combat, how can I hit you without thinking?" Then he made up a sword fiercely, and the girl's remaining devilish energy was also cut off by this sword .

Seeing that the black air lingering around the woman disappeared, revealing a familiar face, it was indeed the woman in Wan Yao's memory. The woman saluted Wan Yao, and her figure suddenly disappeared.

Wan Yan turned around and left the room, and made a tactic, a small flame appeared: "Cut, I'm really unskilled..." Then he bent down and brought the flame close to the dry grass around the house, and then a gust of wind blew by, The fire is out.

Suddenly a little embarrassed, Wan Yan wanted to continue, but heard the sound of horseshoes colliding with the ground in his ears. Looking at the sound, it was actually Chu Zhan riding a horse, holding a little fox in his arms, and carrying Xie Jin behind his back. rushed over.

Wan Yao frowned: "Why are you back?"

"He is worried about you alone." Xie Jin pointed to Chu Zhan, and said, "I was afraid that he would get lost, so I led the way."

Chu Zhan looked at Wan Yan, and it took him a long time to choke out a sentence: "Is there nothing wrong?"

Wan Yao smiled lightly: "It's just a little demon cultivator." Then he said, "Do you have flint and steel?"

Hearing this, Xie Jin casually threw the flint and steel over: "Why do you want this?" His movements were not vague at all.

"Thanks." Wan Yan took the flint and lit the house, "It's just burning those unclean things."

The fire grew stronger against the wind, and the things in the house emitted an unpleasant smell as it burned. As the smell emitted, many "people" in the village came out.

"Ah, it's that old grandma!" Xie Jin looked in one direction and let out a cry of surprise, and suddenly noticed that all the "people" who came out had no shadows, and immediately grabbed Chu Zhan's sleeve nervously.

Wan Yan looked, and the direction Xie Jin was looking at was indeed the old woman he had seen before, and she would make the same choice no matter which reincarnation it was.

As the house burned, more and more "people" came over, almost the whole village came, and some people could tell they were foreigners just by their clothes, and in the end it was an old man on crutches who came up .

He was tongueless at first, but with the burning of the house of thousands of tongues, he also regained the ability to speak. He bowed to Wanjiao and said: "I used to be the head of Xinglin Village, thank you for your kind words." The Chief saved us."

"Does the 'us' include the female demon I killed just now?"

The village chief was taken aback for a moment, the villagers behind him were discussing a lot, and several outsiders were even more bewildered.

Finally, the village chief smiled bitterly: "It is included." He looked at the house and fell into memories, "She was the daughter-in-law of this family, and she was unable to have children until her husband died, until she became a widow, But no one knows that the one in her family left her a posthumous child in the end."

"We killed her at the beginning." The village chief sighed, "We didn't believe that it was the child left by her family, we thought it was the bastard she left behind after her husband's death, so we tortured her , and finally... a boy in shape was shed."

The "people" behind him suddenly fell silent.

In the end, Wan Yan said: "Now she is liberated. You don't have to think too much. If you die, you will have nothing. Go reincarnate."

After the words fell, everyone saluted Wanjiao and disappeared under the last rays of the setting sun.

As night fell, Xie Jin shivered. Seeing that Chu Zhan beside him was lost in thought and said nothing, he smiled stiffly and said, "This...it's getting dark, should we leave here and find a place to rest for the night?"

Wan Yao raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing leaving here? Isn't there a ready-made house here?"

Xie Jin almost cried: "There was a ghost here just now!"

"What are you afraid of?" Wan Yan chuckled, "Didn't you hear what they called me just now? Daoist!"

"Squeak!" The little fox yelled in response, not knowing whether it was in response to Wan Yan or mocking Xie Jin's timidity.

"Why were those people ghosts just now?" Chu Zhan suddenly said as if he had just realized it, "I was scared to death!"

For some reason, looking at Chu Zhan with an extremely long reflection arc, the fear in Xie Jin's heart was suddenly replaced by dumbfounding.

He walked feebly in one direction, as if accepting his fate.

Suddenly Wan Yan said, "What are you doing over there?"

Xie Jin turned her head to look at Wan Yan, and said with some doubts: "Didn't you say to find a house?"

"Then you have to pick and choose. How can you go in the direction of Yin and Yin like you?"

Xie Jin shook, and silently took a few steps back: "Then which way do you want to go? I'll listen to you."

"Heh." Wan Yan chuckled, pointing in the opposite direction, "This way."

Xie Jin raised his head, under the moonlight, there was a huge apricot tree in the direction Wan Yao pointed to, which he had never seen before.

Wan Yan looked at the apricot tree and said with emotion: "Such a strong aura, no wonder it needs to be covered with a formation..."

The author has something to say:

After reading the comment section, first of all I am very happy that someone likes the protagonist so much. In fact, there are some flaws in the setting of the protagonist, because my original intention is to grow up. He must have shortcomings at the beginning. When the friend who read the full text talked about the setting, she called out several times for being a scumbag.But it can make readers feel that other people are not worthy of the protagonist, which means that this role is good enough.

I have always believed that there is no perfect person in this world in terms of character setting. Even if such a character appears, it will not be in the previous missions, because the protagonist’s target in the previous few raids is not very old. Such a perfect person must have gone through a lot of accumulation, so I can say that all characters have their advantages and disadvantages, and some of them are even fatal. This may make you hate these characters , but some people like it and some people hate it. Isn't this also a kind of charm of the character?

In my article, I don't want an absolute clown to appear. Everyone's actions are driven by the reasons behind him, and it has nothing to do with right or wrong, good or bad.

And seeing this, my setting should be very clear. The time points of all tasks are the same, that is to say, no matter how many times you contact them, the time of these strategy targets is the same, and they will not change. I will not have the memory of what the protagonist has paid for them. Maybe there will be better characters in the future, and there will be characters who make you think that they are worthy of the protagonist, but they are different from the real feelings I expected in my heart.

For the protagonist, I must be the most preferred, no matter whether his object is good enough, in my mind, the first point is to be able to understand him, and so far, only Ai Ai can truly understand him, knowing that he has paid for himself Although Zhen Ai, who has the memory of Wanqing, has disappeared, the little foxes left behind still have some characteristics. They still have a future, and hope to leave new stories and new memories.

If you have any ideas, you can communicate with me more. I also got a lot of ideas on image creation from the comment area. At the same time, some of my settings may not be in place when I describe them, which makes everyone's understanding biased.

Ah, if you don’t pay attention, it’s 9 o’clock, I’m off to study~