Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Feng Jun went back to the house and changed into a light youth attire.

Song Qingshi felt that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he packed his luggage and consulted with Song Jincheng, planning to go to Tianwumen by a road without giant snakes.Song Jincheng carefully glanced at the Opteron sitting next to him, peeled an egg to flatter it, and then said with a mournful face: "Go the original way, I received a message that the snake... has disappeared."

Because, it has done your son.

Song Jincheng received a serious warning from Haolong, he dared not run or speak out, he didn't want to bring terror to Tianwumen, but...these places are all within the sphere of influence of the Immortal Peak, it doesn't seem to make any difference where he takes it ?

Suddenly, several small ghostly flames gushed out from Song Qingshi's body, floating around him, forming a defensive form, reminding him that there was a killing intent nearby.

Song Qingshi pushed Song Jincheng, who saw the dark fire and wanted to ask questions, to the side. Immediately afterwards, the corrosive liquid dripped on the table, burning small holes.

He raised his head and saw a mass of wriggling black flesh crawling on the roof, like a giant sea cucumber. It raised its head in the darkness, revealing a strange and ugly face with white eyes and densely packed mouthparts. A few rings of fangs, a long tongue sticking out like a lizard, with the smell of blood on it...

Everyone in the inn screamed and fled in all directions, and the monks took out their magical weapons, as if they were facing an enemy.

Song Qingshi searched in his memory several times, and found that he had never seen such a strange monster before, so he had to ask Song Jincheng, who was frantically looking for the sword in the mustard bag, "What is this?"

Song Jincheng looked at him in surprise, and replied, "This is the demon of filth, haven't you seen it?"

Song Qingshi shook his head blankly.

The world of cultivating immortals in his memory is full of crises, but the crises mainly come from fighting and human hearts. In the dungeon of the secret realm, there are monsters or fierce birds... monsters are rarely seen.

These days, he feels that Song Jincheng is too simple, a little foundation-building cultivator, good-looking, with no fighting ability, but he does not hesitate to save people he doesn't know on the side of the road. , do not shy away from strangers, do not understand the sinister human heart, everything is a way to seek death.

All lessons are learned after suffering.

He walked around with Song Jincheng very experienced, and originally wanted to wait for him to witness the dangers of the world of cultivating immortals with his own eyes, and then teach him how to survive.However, he waited for a long time, and there was no crisis of killing people to seize treasures, and there were very few petty thefts. All the monks he met, even the demon cultivators, knew to follow the rules, which was a bit embarrassing...

What exactly is a demon of filth?

Song Qingshi felt that the world was different from what he remembered.

"You don't even know the demon of filth?" Song Jincheng looked at him in a daze, his whole body was in a bad mood, he didn't know how this guy lived to such an age, can amnesia lose all the basic knowledge? "This is a monster transformed from a filthy breath. It is irrational and has all kinds of strange shapes... Be careful, the filthy demon will not appear alone."

The warning from You Huo became even more frenzied, and several strange monsters, large and small, appeared everywhere, devouring human flesh and blood.

The monks teamed up skillfully, or set up magic circles, or magic weapons, and surrounded them.

"Qingshi, don't be afraid," Song Jincheng stared at the filthy demon on the roof, pretending to be relaxed and comforted, "This is not a powerful filthy demon, it is easy to deal with. My brothers and sisters and I have killed several times." Similar to this time, rich experience." Although the monks in Yaowang Valley are not good at fighting, most of the battles against demons are done logistics, responsible for treating the wounded, and the occasional filthy demons encountered are also handled by brothers and sisters, but he can of……

The filthy demon on the roof opened its mouth, turning its entire body into a huge curtain, and wrapped it around the three of them.

Opteron's eyes turned red, and it looked at the filthy monster in distress, feeling that it was not very tasty and didn't want to eat it.

Song Jincheng held on to his momentum, peeked around, and found that the monks were killing other filthy demons, and had no time to talk to him. He hoped that Song Qingshi would run away quickly so that he could escape with his abandoned sword, but Song Qingshi was dumbfounded Standing on the ground, looking for something in the mustard bag, there was no intention of running away. The two watched the filthy demon rushing towards him. Song Jincheng looked at the dense fangs, fluttered his long sword, and shouted in despair: "Why should I Study medicine?!"

Yaowanggu, a broken school, can only save others by studying medicine, but not his own life.

"Go away." Song Qingshi pushed him away, and then threw two pills into the mouth of the demon of filth.

The demon of filth closed its mouth in an instant, and was dazed for a while, then rolled painfully on the ground, hissing and whining.

"Quhui Pill and Wangchen Pill are both medicines to eliminate demon energy and inner demons. I feel that this monster is composed of filthy things. I did an experiment, but I didn't expect it to be really useful." Song Qingshi looked at the strange monster rolling on the ground , His face was full of desire for research, he rolled up his sleeves, but couldn't find the gloves, so he had to ask someone else, "Who can hold it down for me, I haven't seen this thing before, I want to get some samples for research."

Song Jincheng felt like a second idiot...

Haolong is not afraid of being dirty, it uses the power of a giant snake to hold down the demon of filth, and drags it in front of Song Qingshi fawningly: "Father, here you are."

"Good boy," Song Qingshi glanced at Haolong with a smile, then took out a few small porcelain bottles for samples from the mustard bag, collected the acid from the mouth of the filthy demon, and took some skin tissue and pieces of meat, Install them separately, and then educate Song Jincheng, "The most important thing in studying medicine is to be calm. How can you panic when encountering small things? You should first observe the enemy's weakness, and then use poison or medicine to solve it."

Obviously not a swordsman, no swordsmanship, holding a broken sword to strengthen your courage?

Song Jincheng said awkwardly: "I just built the foundation not long ago, panic..."

Song Qingshi hated that iron could not become steel: "I am also building a foundation now, and I use my brain to fight, not my cultivation."

He burned all the remaining pieces of meat with the ghost fire, and then observed the other filthy demons curiously, each of them was different, some were corrosive, some were speed, some were strength... Killing humans, the innkeeper's The wife, under the attack of the demon of filth, lost a leg and fell in a pool of blood, screaming for her husband and children to flee.The innkeeper is a mortal. He arranged for the eldest daughter to flee into the cellar with several younger siblings, and then took a kitchen knife to save his wife.

Song Qingshi quickly connected the thunder curse and the fire curse to the golden needle to make Lianzhu thunder, and then pierced the golden needle with lightning into the mouth of the filthy demon, exploded at a fixed point, and snatched back the leg of the person it was eating , threw it to Song Jincheng, and ordered: "Go and stop the bleeding for the proprietress, and then use the five fairy liquid to warm and nourish the severed limb to keep it alive. I will see if I can take it back later."

He wanted to kill this man-eating monster.

Suddenly, a raging fire ignited on the wounded demon of filth, and turned into black ash in an instant.

The beautiful young man in red walked down the stairs slowly, and wherever his spiritual thoughts went, all the dirty things were burned away.He walked up to Song Qingshi.I checked my body: "Is it not dirty?"

All the monks were rescued inexplicably, suspecting that Da Neng shot from the air, they hurriedly cupped their hands in the air to thank them, then cleaned the battlefield and rescued the wounded.Song Qingshi joined the treatment team. He connected the leg of the proprietress of the inn, but the injury was too severe, and many meridians had problems. If there was no better elixir for treatment, he would become a cripple who walked up and down.

This result was an unexpected joy for the innkeeper and his wife. They thanked them a thousand times and took out their spirit stones to pay for the treatment.

Song Qingshi thought for a while, took the money from Wuxian Lingye, handed it to Song Jincheng, and asked, "Do these monsters appear often?"

"Our town is considered peaceful. There is a disturbance every 30 to 200 years," the innkeeper said endlessly. "Most of them are a few scattered filthy demons. Thanks to the blessings of the elders, they will be resolved quickly. Like this time the monsters The situation of sneaking into the town on a large scale and eating so many people... It also happened [-] years ago, when the corpses were strewn across the field, the tragedy is vivid in my memory, it was the monks from Taiyi Academy who arrived in time and saved the lives of the whole town."

Song Qingshi asked again: "How did these monsters come into being?"

The innkeeper lost his voice, wanting to stop talking.

"Apart from the good deeds done by the Immortal Pinnacle, what else is there?" A fanatic drank two jugs of spirits after the battle, feeling drunk, resentful, and said indiscriminately, "Everywhere in the world of cultivating immortals is fine, Since the birth of the god on the Immortal Peak 3000 years ago, the number of filthy demons has gradually increased... Everyone said that he killed too much, gathered the resentment of the world, and repaid himself."

"Don't say a few words, misfortune comes out of your mouth," the monk next to him hurriedly advised him, "Who knows if there are eyes watching you..."

The madman said angrily: "He will kill if he wants to! I am not afraid! The Immortal Peak is not a god, but a demon! He wants to destroy this world!"

Song Qingshi remembered the mission of the system, and he asked curiously, "What does that god look like?"

"It must be ugly to hide your head and tail," the fanatic wanted to scold through his drunkenness, but suddenly his throat and tongue were stiffened, and he couldn't speak at all. He looked around in horror, but found no suspicious person , but suspicious everywhere... Hearing that the incarnation of the gods is ever-changing and ubiquitous, he was startled awake from the wine, remembered what rebellious words he had said, and fled.

Feng Jun didn't even look at him, walked up to Song Qingshi, and asked with a smile, "Do you need to collect some different samples?"

Song Qingshi nodded.

"I don't know where the demon of filth comes from, and it has nothing to do with the Immortal Summit." Feng Jun put on his gloves again, ordered Haolong to drag over the burnt residue, took the sample skillfully, and whispered He explained, "I've been working hard to get rid of these dirty things and tried various methods, but I can't kill them no matter how hard I try..."

After he opened the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, these filthy demons were born, and more and more, he thought that they were formed by those evil souls, so he made many heinous guys into soul lamps and put them on the top of immortality Tortured, but the number of filthy demons has not decreased... The half-demon blood in Anlong's body mutated with the appearance of filthy demons, and often lost control. They studied for a long time, but could not find a solution.Finally, An Long asked Feng Jun to seal his body in the endless abyss while he was still conscious, so as not to cause harm to the world.

The demon of filth still exists, making the world stink.

Feng Jun burned batch after batch, and every time the old ones were killed, new filthy demons would be born elsewhere.

It's like... an immortal desire.

Because he destroyed all dirty things, dirty people's hearts, and tried to change the rules of the world, dirtier monsters appeared in the world.

Is this his sin?

……

Ascend to Tianfeng, Shuiboyue, the enchantment of the land of sealing demons was broken, and hundreds of filthy demons sealed inside escaped and wreaked havoc everywhere.

The cold wind was bitter, and countless icicles pierced from the ground, passed through the bodies of all the monsters, nailed them to the rock wall, and then froze and shattered into pieces.Standing on the ice-blue long sword in the air, Bai Zihao has an aura like a bright moon and a breeze, with a smile on his mouth, his clothes fluttering, and he is as gentle as water everywhere. Wherever he goes, he blows up the wind and snow, mercilessly destroying all monsters.

The frost long sword fell, opening the cave hidden by the sealing formation.

In the cave, there was a Nascent Soul cultivator hiding all over his body, and he said happily, "Thank you Immortal for saving your life."

"Are you the Yellow Sect Master of Shuibomen? Someone entrusted me to find you," Bai Zihao quietly glanced at the information in his sleeve, and asked with a smile, "Where are your wives and concubines?"

"Don't mention it, my newly adopted concubine in the seventh room is a slut," the head of the Huang family mentioned this, annoyed and angry, and spat, "She opened the enchantment of the land of sealing the devil on the night of the big wedding, Using flesh and blood as a sacrifice, I lured monsters to invade the water gate. I was defeated and suffered countless casualties... The other wives and concubines are in a mess, and I don't know where they went. They are all flirtatious things. When I find them..."

Before he finished speaking, a short knife made of ice pierced his mouth and came out from the back of his neck.

"I didn't ask you so many things," Bai Zihao said indifferently, "You killed Taoist Luo, a casual cultivator in Guiling Island, and forcibly snatched his daughter as a concubine. The god ordered me to take you back to the Immortal Summit for punishment."

He skillfully pulled out his soul, put it into the soul lamp, and asked the sound transmission bird to bring it back to the Immortal Peak.

Bai Zihao took out a long list from his sleeve, crossed out a name on it, counted it, and sighed:

"There are still many tasks given by the gods, and I can't finish them..."