This seat is a villain

"Hurry up, how long will it take to arrive?"

Ji Ning was sitting in a wheelchair, and two members of the Changsheng Palace carried his wheelchair one after the other, and the group of people rushed all the way on the ice peak.

Ji Ning's pale fingers gripped the armrest tightly, and the bulging veins on the back of his hand implied how anxious he was at the moment.

When Ji Ning and his party were at the foot of the mountain earlier, they noticed the movement on the mountainside.When everyone was physically and mentally exhausted after entering the battle for many days, except for Lin Jinhuan and Xue Yao, two evil monsters, Ji Ning didn't think otherwise.

Although he didn't know what happened, his intuition made Ji Ning not allow the two to reach the top of the mountain first.Although so far, no one has been able to obtain the "Unreasonable Language Collection" without authorization.But the people in the Devil's Cult are full of tricks, and it's not clear what sideways they will use to achieve their goals.

Thinking of this, Ji Ning couldn't sit still anymore.He first sent a team to the middle of the mountain to investigate, and he led people up the mountain from the southern foot.If Lin Jinhuan and Xue Yao survived by chance, they would definitely be injured. I could just take this opportunity to catch them by surprise on the top of the mountain.

As the top of the mountain approached, the golden light emanating from the top became more intense.Ji Ning lowered his eyes and looked carefully at his palm that was dyed with golden light. The golden light was like the light from the heavens, soothing Ji Ning's restless heart for days.

In a short while, Ji Ning and his party reached the top of the mountain first.The top of the mountain is flat, desolate and desolate, only "Unreasonable Language Collection" is quietly frozen in a square ice cube, like a silent tombstone.

Ji Ning ordered someone to put down his wheelchair not far away, and turned the wooden wheel himself to come to "Unreasonable Language Collection".At this moment, except for Ji Ning, everyone present seemed to be summoned by a mysterious force, and involuntarily cast their eyes on the book in the ice,

Ji Ning stretched out his hand to touch the ice surface, and the golden light shone into his eyes through his fingers, and the desire in Ji Ning's heart was unknowingly magnified infinitely.If his thoughts hadn't been interrupted by someone, Ji Ning could hardly control himself, revealing a crazy look.

Zhou Chong from Zhujian Villa asked: "Master Ji, do you know if there is a clue to leave here?"

Only then did Ji Ning calm down, turned around and said with a gentle smile, "I have some clues, but the most urgent thing is to destroy the devil first, lest the sacred object fall into his hands and cause catastrophe in Kyushu."

Everyone heard the words and said yes again and again.Palace Master Ji deserves to be the head of the immortal sect in Kyushu, and he always cares about the safety of the world.

Ji Ning glanced at the people around him gloomyly, with a cruel smile on his face.Ambitious people like Zhou Chuchu and his like have long since separated and gone their own way. Most of them have been killed or injured these days, and the rest are just some idiots who follow the trend.

When there is only one opportunity, some people are willing to be mediocre.They are not obsessed with the illusory "Unreasonable Language Collection", but follow Ji Ning wholeheartedly, believing that he will find a way to lead them out of this ice field.

How naive, Ji Ning thought a little indifferently: I will send you to reincarnation after solving Lin Jinhuan, and try to be a smart person in the next life.

So when Lin Jinhuan and his party reached the top of the mountain, this was what was waiting for them on the mountain.

Lin Jinhuan looked around and said to Ji Ning from a distance: "Master Ji, what a big battle."

"Why don't everyone want to be the leader of the fairy sect." Xue Yao's eyes fell on Ji Ning who was in the crowd, teasing Lin Jinhuan and said: "Master, look at his grandeur."

Ji Ning sat among the crowd, and the Twelve Dharma Kings beside him made him weaker and weaker.Seeing Lin Jinhuan and others coming, Ji Ning lowered his head and coughed lightly, and said, "Everyone, please see, this devil is really ambitious and dares to come here openly."

"Why don't you dare?" Lin Jinhuan felt a little funny when Ji Ning's thief shouted to catch the thief. He lowered his eyes and sneered, and raised his eyes and said: "This seat is just taking away the "Unreasonable Language Collection" in front of you. Based on Palace Master Ji's two or three kittens... also want to stop them?"

When Shan Ren heard the words, she couldn't help shaking her head in her heart, thinking that Lin Jinhuan was such a big talker.He and Xue Yao were seriously injured in the battle with Zhenling.Ji Ning has a lot of people here, many of whom are good players.If they really fight, even if the two of them have superb martial arts, there is little chance of winning.

Fortunately, Shanren doesn't care who is left and who loses, he just hopes that both sides can fight and lose.He had originally promised Ji Ning to use "Unreasonable Language Collection" in exchange for the position of abbot, but he never expected that Master would entrust Little Chang'an Temple to himself before his death.

Shan Ren laughed at himself inwardly, thinking that he was too lacking in ambition.He was flattered by Master's final decision, and even moved to protect "Unreasonable Language Collection" to the death.

Ever since I was a child, my master didn't take me seriously.Shan Ren looked at the mountains in the distance and thought, hoping that he could still have a chance to be the abbot and live up to Master's expectations.

Lin Jinhuan was used to arrogance and arrogance, and no one dared to question him when he said this.He strolled up to Ji Ning and said, "Why don't you take this opportunity to settle the unfinished accounts on the Buddhist scripture tower?"

Lin Jinhuan's words stirred up waves, and the scene of humiliation in the Sutra Pagoda that day appeared before everyone's eyes again.Seven of the twelve dharma kings strode forward, pointed at Lin Jinhuan's nose and said angrily, "The devil! You are still so rampant even when you are about to die!"

Someone in the crowd recognized Shan Ren long ago, and that person hid in the crowd and waited for an opportunity to attack: "Master Shan Ren! How could you be so self-willed to degenerate and get mixed up with the Demon Sect! Could this be the tradition of your little Chang'an Temple?" No!"

Those who followed Shanren earlier were killed by Ji Ning, and he was the only one who escaped.Now he needs to win more support for himself.So Shanren took up the role of an accomplished monk again.He bowed to the surroundings first, and then he said calmly: "Amitabha, all benefactors, Little Chang'an Temple has been guarding the "Unreasonable Language Collection" for generations. No one here hopes that everyone can go out safely than the poor monk. .”

After finishing speaking, Shan Ren continued: "Everyone, please think about it, since we have the same goal, why did Palace Master Ji kill us all?"

Seeing that Shanren meant something, Ji Ning simply took the initiative to take the blame for Shanren.Ji Ning struggled to straighten up, and asked sadly: "Master Shanren, I didn't expect you to collude with the devil, and you would not hesitate to frame me. You have to think clearly, how can this devil get the "Unreasonable Yujilu"?" Leave you a way to survive? How can you live up to Master Jingming's entrustment by doing so."

"That sounds fresh." Xue Yao laughed out loud when he heard the words, and he looked at Ji Ning and said, "Why don't you ask Palace Master Ji, for the sake of "Unreasonable Language Collection", will you leave a way for all the heroes present?"

"Monster! How can you believe that you can't believe it!"

At this time, a red light flashed in front of his eyes, and a group of figures in red clothes came out one after another, and a series of rings flew towards Xue Yao involuntarily.

It turned out that during these days in the ice field, the Twelve Dharma Kings far away in the Western Regions had become Ji Ning's most loyal supporters.When they saw Xue Yao speak so rudely to Ji Ning, they immediately felt furious.

The six golden rings of the Twelve Dharma Kings should not be underestimated. This ring was originally golden, but it was only stained dark red because of too much blood.Hundreds of golden rings formed a large scarlet net and rushed towards them, bloody aura poured down like dark clouds.

With a wave of Lin Jinhuan's hand, a wave of purple devilish energy burst out of the air.The magic energy collided with the six golden rings in the air, and the ice fog was everywhere in an instant, and the flying broken ice made it impossible to see.

After the ice fog cleared, a deep pit exploded on the ice.Lin Jinhuan lowered his head and brushed the frost and snow that fell on his sleeves, raised his eyes and said, "Okay everyone, I didn't come here to fight with you."

While speaking, Lin Jinhuan grabbed the air with his hand, and a bamboo tube appeared out of nowhere in his palm.

"It's here to send you on your way."

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the bamboo tube in Lin Jinhuan's hand.

This is a stick made of yellow bamboo, which looks ordinary at first glance.

Zhou Chong of Zhujian Villa was the first to recognize what it was. He couldn't help but staggered a step back, looked at Lin Jinhuan in shock and asked, "This... is that old gentleman's lottery?"

As soon as Zhou Chong's words came out, there was an uproar in the audience, and even Ji Ning could hardly sit still.How did the little old man's things fall into Lin Jinhuan's hands?

Ji Ning pretended to be calm, and asked Lin Jinhuan in a cold voice: "Where is that old gentleman?"

"What do you think?" Lin Jinhuan casually shook the stick in his hand, glanced at Ji Ning, and said, "Of course he's dead."

For a moment, except for the rustling of bamboo sticks in Lin Jinhuan's hands, no one dared to speak.What is the origin of that little old man? Everyone can see it these days.Everyone understood what it meant for this lottery to fall into Lin Jinhuan's hands.

Shanren had already had a premonition when Lin Jinhuan pretended to be confused and put away the lottery.Right now he has no other choice but to say softly: "Amitabha".

Ji Ning was terrified and frightened, the little old man's cultivation was superb, he was inhuman and not a god, and his origin was a mystery, and he was killed by Lin Jinhuan and his party.Now that the ghostly lottery is in his hands, it's easy for Lin Jinhuan to wipe out everyone here.

But now is not the time to be in disarray, the morale of the army needs to be stabilized.Ji Ning calmed down, and asked: "Such a thing that is difficult to distinguish between true and false, also want to fool us?"

Zhou Chong hastily chimed in on the sidelines: "Master Lin, we are all of the same kind, so we can discuss things."

Xue Yao said sarcastically: "Nothing is a heretic, but there is something like a fellow. Master Zhou is really eloquent."

Zhou Chong blushed instantly when he heard this.

Lin Jinhuan was fiddling with the stick with one hand, and suddenly a flame ignited in the other hand.The firelight shone on his face, but instead cast a heavy shadow on his facial features, adding a gloomy and treacherous atmosphere.

Lin Jinhuan said: "It's useless to talk too much, if it's true or not, you'll know once you try it."

The composure on Ji Ning's face would soon be unbearable, he patted the wheelchair hard, and said coldly, "What do you want to do?"

The jade-faced Shura held the flames in front of him, facing the stingy words of the crowd, he said in a springlike manner: "Of course it's the battle to win the treasure."

Xue Yao suddenly fell silent. Although he had expected that Lin Jinhuan would make a big fuss with the stick, there was something faintly wrong about it.

As clever as Ji Ning, he quickly connected the cause and effect of this incident. The commotion on the mountainside just now must have been caused by the little old man's drawing of Lin Jinhuan.From this point of view, the bamboo stick with Lin Jinhuan's name on it is probably no longer in the tube.

Thinking of this, Ji Ning could no longer pretend to be calm.He raised his hand and ordered sharply: "Quick! Take the stick from his hand!"

Following Ji Ning's order, several golden lights exploded at Lin Jinhuan's feet.Everyone came to their senses one after another, and each used their housekeeping skills to attack Lin Jinhuan and Xue Yao, even Shan Ren was not spared.

All of a sudden, gunpowder smoke rose from above the ice peak, all kinds of weapons and magic weapons flew together, and the sound of roaring was endless.

Lin Jinhuan turned around and jumped back lightly, and the moment he landed, the stick in his hand began to burn.He glanced down at the burning stick and said with a smile, "Everyone is really in a hurry."

Xue Yao waved his sword to block all kinds of weapons approaching, and couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw this.He originally thought that Lin Jinhuan would use the lottery to force Ji Ning to retreat to buy time, but he never thought that he would be so relentless.

Hit by the left and right sides, Xue Yao pulled away and said to Lin Jinhuan: "Lin Jinhuan, don't be impulsive."

Lin Jinhuan turned a deaf ear to Xue Yao's words.

Seeing that the flames were burning more and more vigorously, but Lin Jinhuan did not show any signs of defeat, Ji Ning also began to feel a little anxious.I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that with the burning of the sticks, everyone's fighting power was constantly weakening.

Ji Ning was heartbroken, and said outside the crowd: "Master Lin, before I die, I want to tell you something, I wonder if you dare to listen?"