The villain master is too difficult [Transmigration Book]

The sudden disappearance of Chu Wuyue made Qin Feiyuan stunned, and murmured: "...where is Master?"

After a while, his red eyes seemed to dance with burning flames, and he glanced at the people present with a gloomy and cold look, and said in a humble and pitiful tone: "Where did you hide my master?"

He suddenly released a dense demonic energy that was overwhelming, oppressing everyone present like a huge mountain on their backs.

Everyone noticed that Qin Feiyuan was not in the right state, and immediately became vigilant, and even the timid ones were frightened and took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

For a moment.

The ground shakes and the mountains shake, the hunting wind howls, and the face of the situation changes.

The sky seemed to have been tempered by blood, and it turned red in an instant, layered with dark clouds, suppressing the entire land of Xianzhou.

Suddenly, it seemed as if something was broken.

The faces of the four patriarchs changed one after another, and they sent back an emergency anti-enemy spell for the family, because——this is the broken seal of the Demon Realm.

The shaking of the earth is due to the enlarged cracks in the demon abyss, the proof that the demon domains are born in Xianzhou, and all the demons have been released.

Demon Realm is about to see the light of day again.

Hidden ghosts emerged one after another, or were floating in the sky, standing on the ground, dancing around the people of the four great families, adding a bit of treachery to the vision.

Qin Feiyuan covered his face with one hand, his face was ferocious, he laughed wantonly for a while, then wept loudly, his eyes were full of hostility, like a madman.

"Master has always cared about you the most. If you kill you, Master will be angry and come back to question me?"

Before the words fell, the phantom immediately assumed a vicious posture of attacking, waiting for Qin Feiyuan's order to tear the group of practitioners to pieces.

However, after asking and answering himself, he raised his head and looked at the void, his eyes were as dark as stars, and the loneliness that permeated his body seemed to shield everyone around him.

Due to the continuous shaking of the ground, the tiles of the nearby building were falling in pieces, making a crisp sound when they hit the ground, and the house also tended to collapse.

Shan Jingfeng couldn't hold back his emotions, he drew his sword and stabbed Qin Feiyuan: "If you didn't make trouble, how could Master Uncle get hurt!"

"It's not me! It's not me!" Qin Feiyuan summoned a wooden branch to hold Shan Jingfeng's sword blade, and the hostility in his eyes was astonishing: "I didn't kill Master!!"

Shan Jingfeng looked disgusted, "It's you!"

The two met each other and shot straight into the sky. Wu Chi's explosive potential was unprecedentedly ferocious, and Qin Feiyuan was unsteady, so he fought directly in mid-air, and the spiritual power collided with the devil's energy, and the breath that spread down , Blowing away many young children.

"I never thought of harming Master!" Qin Feiyuan's eyes were bloodshot, and he said angrily: "It's you, he is here to save you! Why, what are you!"

With tears in his eyes, Shan Jingfeng choked up and said, "You don't deserve to be called Shizun, you don't deserve it! Every good thing in your demon clan deserves to die, why do you always chase after him and kill him so far!!"

The preface and the afterword of the quarrel between the two people were inconsistent, each was angry, and the fight was extremely fierce, leaving no room for others to intervene.

This bad situation lasted until Yin Shiyan came to help with a large group of disciples before it stopped.

Shan Jingfeng was bruised all over and was supported by the back. It was clear that he had no strength, but he refused to let go of the hand holding the sword, and stared at Qin Feiyuan, with the intention of continuing.

On the other hand, Qin Feiyuan, except for a few wounds on his arm due to his uneasy mood, was completely intact.

"Qin Feiyuan, I heard that you are blaming your master uncle for knocking you down the Demon Abyss?"

Before Yin Shiyan arrived, he had already learned the cause and effect from Duan Yehong. With a sad and angry expression, he pointed at Qin Feiyuan and said, "It's really a wolf-hearted thing! Even I can see that you are blind!"

"Before Master Uncle knocked you down into the Demon Abyss, Tan Ji was the one who threw you down first, and then Lin Yu and Song Liqing were thrown down together. What do you think it was for?!"

Qin Feiyuan was startled: "What do you mean?"

"Uncle Master didn't make it clear, so I didn't say it, and I didn't mention it to others, but now that Uncle Master you killed has died, so I have to say it."

Yin Shiyan took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions, and said: "Whether it is Tan Ji, Lin Yu, or Song Liqing, they are all the most famous demon generals in your demon world. In the name of master and uncle 'suppressing the demons', put them under your control." Leaving the Moyuan back and forth, I was afraid that you would suffer in the Moyuan! I was even afraid that you would fall into the Moyuan and fall, so I specially asked Tan Ji to pick you up, what about you? What did you do after you came out!"

Qin Feiyuan lowered his eyes in a trance, seeing his hands stained with Master's blood, what did he do... It turned out that Master had planned this for him, but he was blindfolded by hatred and couldn't see clearly enough.

His head ached violently, like a pain engraved into his soul, and he stretched out his hand to press one eye, but the pain could not be relieved.

"Master...Master..." Qin Feiyuan murmured helplessly.

"Enough!" Yin Shiyan scolded angrily: "Uncle Master can't afford you to call him Master, and our Fengyun Sect doesn't have a disciple like you anymore!" The beast, the demonic energy around it rioted, and the number of demonic shadows gradually increased, forming a clear-cut sky moat with a group of monks, one side was surging with demonic energy, and the other was full of spiritual power.

He glanced sullenly at the monks in front of him: "As long as you are dead, no one will know what happened today."

Hearing this, Yin Shiyan said coldly: "You caused my uncle to lose his eyes, lose his cultivation, and his life and death are uncertain. Instead of watching you destroy the immortal island blessed by my uncle, it would be better for me to die here today , Qin Feiyuan! Let's go to war!"

I don't know which sentence stimulated Qin Feiyuan, he was stunned suddenly, and his expression gradually became special and calm.

On one side of the cheek was still scratched the blood left by Chu Wuyue.

Just when the two sides were on the verge of firing.

Qin Feiyuan suddenly ordered: "Retreat." He turned around without hesitation, and left with a large number of demon shadows.

This reversal made a group of monks who were holding their swords tightly look at each other, a little confused, so even Yin Shiyan frowned, expressing puzzlement.

Of course, it would be great if Qin Feiyuan was willing to retreat. Yin Shiyan immediately ordered all the patriarchs to rush back to the clan as soon as possible, and prepare for the battle.

He also hurried back to Fengyun Sect with a group of disciples. Shan Jing was badly injured by the wind, but refused to obey Hui Lu Wufeng to recuperate, and followed Yin Shiyan to the secret pavilion of the sect wholeheartedly.

There are two floors in the secret pavilion, where the fate cards of all the beginner disciples are placed. The fate cards are carved from wooden plaques and hung on the wall. But for those who are alive, the names on the fate cards are shining. In the secret pavilion, only the head elders Eligible for access.

Yin Shiyan and Shan Jingfeng came to the second floor, and found the topmost jade engraved fate tablet on the high hanging wall.

The word "Xuanji" was engraved on the fate card, and it was still shining with a faint golden light, which had not been completely extinguished, proving that the person was still alive, but the situation was not good.

"Not dead..." Shan Jingfeng's hand holding Chu Wuyue's fate card trembled, and he looked at Yin Shiyan looking for confirmation, "Look at the head brother, the fate card is still on, and the uncle is not dead!"

Yin Shiyan was also very excited, nodded and replied: "Yes, he is still alive." He said with a serious expression: "Be sure to hide this news, except for the elders, the news must not be leaked, we will search slowly in private, and we will always find the teacher. Uncle's."

Shan Jingfeng nodded: "Okay."

His face was pale, because after learning the news that Chu Wuyue was still alive, he felt a little more relaxed, but he was seriously injured, and when he relaxed, he fell dizzy.

"Shocking wind!"

Continuous valley, quiet and fragrant.

A woman was walking in the valley with a medicine basket on her back. From time to time, she found herbs on the side of the road and threw them into the medicine basket behind her.

Yesterday she was born with a vision, the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, so she couldn't go out to collect medicine and had no income, but today she looked much normal, so she went out boldly.

Mu Qi's hands are slender, white and tender, not calloused like ordinary peasant women and medical women, but the movements of picking herbs are very skilled.

She pushed aside the grass, squatted down, and gently dug the soil next to the roots of the medicine with a small hoe, moving gently and carefully, for fear of hurting the roots.

Along here, digging all the way up, she gradually lost herself.

Suddenly, the back of Mu Qi's hand was stained with a trace of blood on a green leaf, she frowned and sniffed lightly.

Suddenly, she realized something, and hurriedly put the small hoe back into the medicine basket, and looked through the dense jungle along the bloodstains.

Among the lush greenery, a young man in silver and white clothes was lying down. His eyes were closed tightly, his face was bloodless, his eyelashes cast a shadow on his lower eyelid, and his heart was stained red with blood, like a giant red plum in full bloom. There is a trace of blood on the corner of the lips, so fragile that it is almost dead.

The blood he left fell on the blades of grass beside him, as if nourishing them, making the blades of grass sway happily.

Waiting to see that face clearly.

Mu Qi was in a daze.

The author has something to say: Shan Jingfeng: It's you!

Qin Feiyuan: It's not me!

Shan Jingfeng: It's you!

Qin Feiyuan: It's not me!not me!

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Two warriors who can't bicker.