Mistakenly Saving the Villain

The nightmare breaks apart, and the scene spreads out...

Song Qingshi opened his eyes and found himself lying in Yue Wuhuan's arms, with countless blood king vines tightly wrapped around his body, locking the two of them tightly, making it impossible to separate.

He looked up and looked around, and found that he had been transported to a grotto by the formation, and there were people who had experienced the same experience lying all around him. Their expressions were either frightened or painful, and they screamed from time to time. They were immersed in a nightmare and could not wake up. Not far away There was a middle-aged monk with a face full of panic, seriously injured, still hugging a little girl about eight years old, as if he wanted to protect her.

Yue Wuhuan also woke up. He slowly put away the Blood King Vine, untied it, and then got up. All the injuries on his body disappeared, and he seemed to be in good condition.

Song Qingshi was worried about his mental state, took out the medicine from the mustard bag, and checked again and again: "Are you okay? Is there any discomfort? Do you need to take some Jingxin pills?"

Yue Wuhuan shook his head, he didn't care much about physical pain, so what he felt in the swamp was nausea, not mental breakdown.

He was a little puzzled, if this was really his nightmare, the Smelly Swamp was obviously not strong enough...

Song Qingshi stuffed a Jingxin Pill into his mouth without any explanation, and took one himself, using his spiritual power to mobilize the medicine to penetrate into the internal organs quickly, which barely suppressed the sense of panic just now.

An Long suddenly stretched out his hand from the side, snatched the whole bottle of Jingxin Pills, and poured it all into his mouth.

Song Qingshi was stunned for a while, then came to his senses, and advised, "Are you taking it as a sugar pill? It's not good for your health."

An Long threw the empty bottle back into his hand, adjusted his breath for a moment, and his extremely ugly face turned slightly better.

Song Qingshi finally realized that he was not very happy, but this time he didn't bite anyone, maybe it wasn't aimed at himself?Maybe it was disgusted by the swamp in the nightmare?He remembered the mutual protection in the formation, and saluted seriously: "Thank you again this time."

An Long manipulated the lock, forcibly suppressed the madness and irritability in his heart, and showed a ferocious smile: "There is no need to say thank you between me and you."

Can't make a mistake...

Song Qingshi suddenly noticed that his eyes turned red in the dark?I was a little worried, and was about to ask, but saw An Long lowered his head slightly, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes had returned to normal. He proposed: "Shall we dismantle this harmful formation?"

Demolition is his forte.

"Wait." Song Qingshi stood on tiptoe, reached out and pulled Alaska's head closer, ordered him to open his eyes wide, and observed carefully for a long time, but found nothing wrong. He suspected that he had misread it...

Yue Wuhuan suggested: "My lord, let's save people first?"

"Okay." Song Qingshi immediately dropped An Long, and began to check the monks lying on the ground one by one, and confirmed that they were still immersed in nightmares, and their spiritual consciousness was severely damaged. In severe cases, their spiritual consciousness even began to separate and turn into pieces. If you don't hurry Rescue, wake up as a madman or fool.

He used golden needles to transfer spiritual energy into the sea of ​​consciousness of patients, stabilize the confusion of consciousness, and control the deterioration of the disease.

Yue Wuhuan probed around with vines, found the formation eye on the wall of the grotto, and confirmed the location of the formation.

An Long blew an inaudible whistle, and thousands of strange Gu worms crawled out from nowhere, carrying strong poison, corroding and biting the stone wall carved with formation eyes, and the formation eyes continued to bite back when attacked , killing the Gu worms, but the corpses of the Gu worms turned into venom, which accelerated the rate of corrosion on the stone wall, and more Gu worms stepped on the corpses of their companions, rushing up one after another, and finally destroyed the formation eyes.

After the ancient formation was forcibly demolished, everyone's nightmare was forcibly awakened.

An Long was afraid that they would wake up and scream like crazy, so each of them had a sleeping Gu to make them continue to sleep.

Song Qingshi searched for the mustard seed bag, but found that there was no Jingxin Pill, he looked resentfully at the guy who had finished taking the medicine, and didn't dare to scold him, so he went to the place where Yue Wuhuan was looking for it, and found the Jingqi powder that could be used , take clean water to dissolve, pour it for everyone one by one, then let An Long go to the bank to withdraw the Gu formation, and ask the major sects to send people in to pick them up.

Yue Wuhuan suddenly said, "My lord, come and take a look."

Song Qingshi walked over, but saw that after the vines and moss on the stone wall were removed, several sword marks were exposed, which went straight into the stone wall. It seemed simple, but in fact it was bottomless.

Every sword carries a huge hatred, which can penetrate deep into the bone, and has the momentum to kill all the people in the world.

This is Sword Master Mo Yuan's swordsmanship, the grief and anger of Sword Master Mo Yuan, the madness of Sword Master Mo Yuan...

Looking at these sword intents, Yue Wuhuan was almost infatuated.

Song Qingshi didn't understand swordsmanship, and he had no interest in these things. He turned around and suddenly found a rotten wooden box on the ground. As soon as he picked it up, the wooden box shattered. Inside was a beautiful red gemstone and a piece of paper. Torn thin paper.

Song Qingshi was very pleasantly surprised. This gem is called Phoenix Blood. It is one of the most beautiful and precious gems in the fairy world. Wearing it on the body can nourish the dantian and assist in cultivation.He had seen it in Zhenbao Pavilion before, and he had been greedy for a long time, and wanted to buy it for Yue Wuhuan, but he had no money.Now that Yaowang Valley has been managed by Yue Wuhuan, and when he has money, he is afraid that he will think that he is prodigal by buying things randomly, so he dare not do anything...

The thin paper has not yet been opened, it has turned into fly ash in the years.

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, there was only time to see two words on it: "No solution."

That extremely scribbled handwriting... feels a bit similar to myself.

Maybe a coincidence?

Song Qingshi thought about it, and he didn't like random guessing, so he put the matter aside. He was eager to find Yue Wuhuan's treasure with the blood of the Phoenix, but found that the other party was still comprehending the meaning of the sword, so it was inconvenient to interrupt, so he sent Put the gem away and save it to surprise him later.

Yue Wuhuan looked at it for a long time, thought for a long time, and finally woke up from the sword intent. He said in a hoarse voice: "I have read many books about Mo Yuan Sword Master these years, but there is no book that records Mo Yuan sword. There is no record of Mo Yuan Sword Master's fall, and he seems to have disappeared out of thin air after the battle of subduing demons 8000 years ago, without any trace."

Song Qingshi thought about the books he had read, and was surprised to find that this was true.

Yue Wuhuan gently touched the sword marks on the wall with his hands, and said with a wry smile: "I once speculated, but now...seeing these sword intents, I am more sure that Sword Master Mo Yuan has gone crazy, and it is this nightmare heart-eating array that intensifies It drove him crazy and made him completely collapse..."

The era of Sword Master Mo Yuan is very far away, and has nothing to do with people today.

Song Qingshi didn't understand why Yue Wuhuan cared so much.

"It's nothing." Yue Wuhuan saw his confusion, and said easily, "I'm just curious about the ending of the mortal sword master, and I want to find out."

Song Qingshi breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll help you check."

"No need to check," An Long came back at some point, and when he heard the topic of the two, he said disdainfully, "There are relevant records in the Wan Gu Sect. After the battle of subduing demons, Sword Master Mo Yuan became a demon, killing people and massacring cities, committing all kinds of evil. , the Buddhist master united with all the sects to kill him collectively, and this is the end."

Yue Wuhuan was stunned, not knowing what to say.

Song Qingshi was puzzled and asked: "Isn't Sword Master Mo Yuan a good man? The ancient books I read are all about his chivalrous deeds."

An Long said: "The cause of his obsession is unknown, and the news has been blocked for some reason. This matter is in the confidential information that can only be accessed by the master of the Wangu Sect, but there are only a few crosses. There were seven or eight ancestors of Ying, and in the end he was distracted and powerful enough to kill him, and he was ordered not to mention this matter again."

8000 years have passed, and the distracted ancestors who participated in this matter either ascended or fell.

The truth is lost in the long river of history.

……

Song Qingshi thought of the top-grade phoenix blood he had just obtained. He pays attention to fairness and never hides the loot, so he quietly pulled Anlong aside and discussed in a low voice: "I remember you don't like these, I will collect the wreckage of the water spirit beast later. , plus Tianzicao, refine it into a top-quality beast spirit pill for you, can you replenish the insufficient part with spirit stones?"

An Long's face darkened: "I don't remember you liking this kind of stuff either."

Song Qingshi smiled embarrassedly and said, "I want to give it away."

An Long couldn't figure out who to send, he slowly closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Jealousy is growing crazily, killing intent is spreading rapidly, and the auditory hallucinations in my mind are getting worse.

He can only do not look, do not listen, do not think.

Can't make a mistake...

……

After receiving the treatment plan in the Song and Qing dynasties, people from various sects paid the consultation fee, and then took away their own monks, and the remaining few casual monks were also kindly taken back by the Buddhist monks to take care of them.The young disciples of the Red Dragon Sect took back their master, senior brothers and sisters, hugging each other happily, crying and laughing, thanking them very much. They didn't look like monks at all, which showed the deep relationship between master and disciple, which moved people to tears.

The suzerain of the Red Dragon Sect is the middle-aged monk who was holding the child. He was seriously injured by the water spirit beast, but he still took good care of his disciples.

Song Qingshi quietly glanced at his beloved apprentice, hoping that he would be touched by the touching master-student relationship...

It's a pity that Yue Wuhuan didn't pay attention to the scenery, and only concentrated on cleaning up the wreckage of the water spirit beast.

Song Qingshi was a bit frustrated...

An Long said that he was greedy for alcohol, and left everyone behind when he landed.

Song Qingshi was used to his strange temper and didn't take it seriously. Seeing that the patriarch of the Red Dragon School was seriously injured and admired his character, he took the initiative to stay and treat him. By the way, he asked the master what he should do to win the love of his disciples.When the Red Dragon Sect disciples heard about his decision, they were overjoyed and wished they could carry a big sedan chair to welcome him back.

Yue Wuhuan was happy to see him, so he stayed behind to help.

……

It was late at night, deep in the dense forest, and there was the sound of jackdaws.

An Long sat alone in the darkness, pinching his own head in pain, his eyes were so red that he was almost bleeding, his face was covered with black scales, and under the five poisonous tattoos on his arms, there were countless black mist wrapped around his limbs. Constantly mutating, and then being suppressed back.

The weird voice in his mind that he thought had disappeared a long time ago reappeared, talking non-stop, every word was like a knife, piercing his heart hard, he didn't want to hear it, but he couldn't stop listening.

"Do you think wagging his tail and trying to please him will make him like you?"

"Do you think he will like you if you gain strength and shelter from the wind and rain?"

"Do you think he would like you if he narrowly escaped death and climbed to a high position?"

"Do you think he will like you if you give in every step of the way and pour out your heart and soul?"

"Do you think that when he knocked on the door that night, he wanted to agree to your wishful thinking? Your appearance at that time was really ridiculous, so ridiculous... You can only sacrifice your eyeliner to hide the truth, so stupid that you can't bear to look directly..."

"Every time you use illusion Gu to struggle and seek the unattainable dream, but does the illusion have the ending you want? Why did you wake up? But no matter what method you use, how much you force him, he doesn't love you?"

"You ugly worm that crawled out of the dirty mud, put on human skin, uttered human words, pretended to be a dog, and tried to get closer to the bright moon step by step. Do you dare? Are you worthy?"

"Wake up and give up the human soul."

"Wake up, snatching, greed, ruthlessness, and killing are your nature..."

"..."

"Shut up! Shut up!" An Long crazily hit his head on the stone, wishing he could smash his head and smash out all the contents inside, "Get out of my mind!"

He can't make a mistake...

Can't make a mistake...

cannot……