Being a villain is also popular in the world of self-cultivation

"Zheng!"

Accompanied by an ear-piercing clang, there was thunder and thunder in the sky in an instant, the wind and cloud changed color, the oncoming mountain was cut in half, broken branches and trees were everywhere, flying sand and rolling stones completely annihilated the sight.

"Cough cough..."

Accompanied by a weak cough, a pair of hands slowly protruded from the gap in the broken mountain. If you ignore the interlaced scars and exposed veins on your hands, these hands are enough for anyone to praise their beauty, but the hands are a little loose There was a slight push on the rock, and then a man appeared.

With his head down, he came out staggeringly, his figure was extremely embarrassing, his long messy hair blocked his facial features, and the bright red blood dripped down his jaw, dyeing the blue front of his chest brown.

Not far away was a broken sword, which had been sliced ​​neatly into two by the bar, and the tip of the sword was indifferently stepped on by a pair of spotless black shoes.

"You lost." The man gently kicked away the broken sword under his feet, stood with the sword in one hand, his tone was indifferent, his eyes fell on that embarrassed figure, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant, "it is considered a demon!" So what about respect? The outcome of this battle is already doomed, so why do you need to humiliate yourself?"

"Heh." The so-called Demon Venerable let out a sneer, and slowly raised his head. His face was covered with vertical and horizontal old scars, and with those too dark eyes, he looked like a ghost. However, his eyes were full of mockery, and he snorted coldly, "If you lose, you lose. If you want to kill or cut, you can do whatever you want. Why bother to be hypocritical."

"As expected of a Demon Lord, he has a backbone." The man didn't care about the other person's appearance like a ghost, leaned close to him, raised his hand in front of the other person's eyes, and there was a dark jade bracelet between his knuckles , "You came alone this time because you want to get this back." Sensitively noticing the slight movement in the other's eyes, the man suddenly smiled brightly, and shook his hand, only to see that clear ink instantly turned into fly ash, he Gently raised his palm, and pushed away the last trace of powder, as if he didn't see the cruelty in the still red eyes of the other party, he sighed twice, pretending to regret: "It's a pity."

"Worthy of being the No. [-] Immortal Sect's Wuhu Immortal Sovereign, even defeating Mozun is no problem."

"Haha, this demon has destroyed many orthodox sects of mine since he became the Demon Lord. It's really satisfying to end up today."

Seeing the defeat of the demon king, the Taoists who were watching the battle from a distance clapped their palms and praised happily, and raised their swords to step forward, trying to strike the final blow to this evil villain.However, as he approached, many voices of condemnation had not yet been uttered, but he saw the Demon Venerable leaning forward, with his palms attached to the neck of the man in black clothes, his breath congealed, and he seemed to be about to explode, and he panicked immediately, "He wants to Self-destruct! Run away!"

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, dust and smoke rose into the sky, and the huge power leveled the entire valley, stretching for hundreds of miles in an instant, and the cultivators who had not had time to escape were ruthlessly swallowed.The dust and smoke dissipated, leaving only a solitary place, with no life for hundreds of miles.

It was late autumn, and the light rain brought a slight chill to the bone. The thin middle-aged man complained softly about the damn weather, held an umbrella in one hand and a lantern in the other, and knocked a few times on the dilapidated door with his toes. There were a few unpleasant creaking sounds from the loose door frame.

After waiting for a while, he found that no one responded in the room. He frowned impatiently, pinched the handle of the umbrella between his neck, stretched out his hand and slapped the door a few more times.

"Steward Shen? What's the matter?"

After a long while, a slightly immature voice finally came from the room, as if he had just been woken up and felt a little sleepy.

"Master Chi, it's time." The middle-aged man known as Steward Shen stopped his hands, put away the irritability between his brows, and said in a low voice: "The elder's time is almost here, and several young masters and ladies have already arrived in the front hall to welcome you." It's time for you to get up too."

When the news came, the dedicated housekeeper turned around and stepped into the rain again, not to stay for this unloved young master.

The footsteps outside the door gradually drifted away amidst the sound of rain, until they could no longer be heard, and then suddenly there was a mocking soft laugh from inside the house.

Shen Chi lifted off the damp quilt on his body, there was no trace of sleepiness in his pitch-black eyes.

He propped his hands on the bed and sat up. The untimely pain from his back made him startled slightly. He stretched out his hand to touch it, but found no wound except the pain. He lowered his eyebrows and passed this memory in his mind. Only then did Shen Chi slowly move to the side of the bed, and as soon as he stretched out his feet, he touched the pair of shoes on the ground. For him at seven or eight years old, these shoes were a full inch too long, and they really didn't fit.

Putting his feet into the shoes indifferently, thinking of what the housekeeper said just now, Shen Chi got up and picked up the old coat hanging beside the bed, randomly brushed the messy long hair on his head a few times, picked up the umbrella that was down at the door, He walked out the door unhurriedly.

When he arrived at the door, Shen Chi shook open the umbrella, only to find that at some point there were several holes in the surface of the umbrella, and a few ribs were also broken. The traces were obviously man-made.

Shen Chi let out an inexplicable laugh from his throat, casually threw the unusable umbrella aside, stepped across the threshold, and stepped into the rain curtain.

In the entire primordial spirit world, the Shen family can also be called an ancient family of cultivation, with a long inheritance and profound heritage, but now there are only three Jindan Daxiu sitting in the town, which is far inferior to many families that have risen in the future. , all sigh the impermanence of the world.

Unlike most cultivators who love to find only one Taoist partner for life, the Patriarch of the Shen family, Shen Lie, of this generation does not have a high level of cultivation, but has a romantic nature.

Among them, the first young master is from the main wife, the second young master, the third young master and the two young ladies are all from the concubines that Shen Lie later took in. Only Shen Chi, she was pregnant when Shen Lie snatched his mother from the street. So although he is also called the young master, he has no real connection with this family.

Shen Chi only learned about this matter from Shen Wuhuo a long time after the Shen family's destruction. At that time, he was not shocked, only suddenly, after all, the attitude of the Shen family towards him was too obvious.

Shen Chi half-closed his eyes, raised his head, not too big raindrops hit his face icy cold, and the faint light leaking from the house not far away still reflected that immature but impeccably beautiful facial features.

Raising his hand to cover his forehead, the cold touch of his fingers made him finally feel a little real.

After the mother's death, before the disfigurement, it's really a good time... Shen Chi looked at the lights in the early morning rain, and the hostility that lingered on his body since he woke up seemed to have dissipated, or had been hidden deeper.

Shen Chi lowered his eyelids slowly, hiding the sharpness in his eyes, and became the weak and deceitful young master of the Shen family again.

The front hall of the Shen Mansion was brightly lit. Except for Shen Chi, the two young masters and two young ladies of the Shen Mansion who were still in the mansion had already arrived. Several of them were sitting in their seats, chatting and looking out the door from time to time. .

"Why hasn't that little bastard come yet?" A somewhat hoarse boy's voice sounded, his words were unabashedly sharp, "Second brother, you said he was broken yesterday, right? It's just a few sticks."

"Shen Yi, be careful." The handsome young man known as the second brother straightened his back and looked serious. At this moment, he was frowning and said coldly: "I don't care how you bully him on weekdays, but it is rare for the elder to come back today. For once, you'd better hold back."

"Tsk, if you don't say it, don't say it. When will the second brother learn the tricks of the elder brother?" Seeing Shen Kuo's face was ugly, Shen Yi touched the tailbone that seemed to be still hurting, couldn't help shivering, and snorted With a sound, he closed his mouth unwillingly.

As soon as the two finished speaking, Shen Chi happened to step into the door.He was wearing shoes that were a few sizes too big, and he felt chilly, as if he had been terribly frozen, his body shivered slightly, his face was pale, and he entered the warm room step by step with wet footprints, because his clothes and shoes were worn out and did not fit, The whole body was drenched by the rain, and the Shenchi itself was thin and small. Now this image looks like a little beggar who strayed into the palace.

There was an abrupt pause in the chatter and laughter in the room, Shen Chi's gaze swept across the first vacant chair on the left, and his eyes darkened slightly.In the sight of everyone's ridicule or disdain, he pulled the wet corner of his clothes awkwardly with his fingers, moved his footsteps, and slowly moved to the corner, with his head half-drowned, the shadows perfectly concealed the darkness in his eyes.

The few people in the room avoided Shen Chi's embarrassment indifferently, and after seeing him walk to the corner, they began to look forward to the life after they had tested their spiritual roots and entered the fairy gate in the future.

Among them, Shen Yi wanted to find fault, and after being stared at by Shen Kuo, he stopped thinking and cast a wait-and-see look at Shen Chi, then turned his head, hesitated for a moment, and asked Shen Kuo: "Second brother, Brother, won't you come back today?"

Hearing such a question, everyone in the room pricked up their ears.

Envy flickered in Shen Kuo's eyes, and the sourness in his words could not be stopped, "Shen Wuhuo is far away in Xilan Country, and he has already tested his spiritual roots, so he will directly participate in the recruitment of Chengjian Sect this year. "

"Second brother, you call eldest brother's name like this..."

"What? Do you have an opinion?"

Shen Yi was startled by the coldness in Shen Kuo's eyes, and quickly denied it with his hands on his buttocks, for fear of being beaten up again by Shen Kuo, but after a while, he found that Shen Kuo had no intention of hitting him, so he finally let go of his hand, his eyes widened. Inadvertently swept across the inconspicuous figure in the corner, his eyes met, and when he touched the other's dark eyes, his heart beat suddenly, and he subconsciously held his breath until Shen Kuo called to him, only to recover in panic .

As the oldest person present, Shen Kuo expressed his concern at the right time, "Third Brother's face is so pale, but he is not feeling well?"

At this time, Shen Yi realized that his back was chilly, and his clothes were already drenched in cold sweat. However, how could he, who had always taken pleasure in bullying Shen Chi, admit that he would be frightened into such a look by the eyes of the person he despises the most? Like, he cheered up and said to Shen Kuo: "I'm fine, I'm just a little nervous about testing the spirit root later."

After hearing Shen Yizhi's words, Shen Chi sneered from the bottom of his heart, and lowered his eyes again. At this moment, he suddenly heard a clear voice coming into his ears.

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