When the villain picks up the script

In the Shenju Temple very close to the back mountain, under the cover of endless and mysterious formations, the black-robed ancestor who left angrily had a gloomy expression, and a blue spot of light was jumping in his hand.

The black-robed patriarch threw the orchid light spot into the formation, countless golden threads lit up, and a steady stream of spiritual energy was injected into the formation, and the orchid light spot jumped and swelled a bit.

The black-robed patriarch looked at the spot of light, and a gloomy light flashed in his eyes: "That kid was so ruthless, he almost shattered your soul. If it wasn't for your father who planted a soul-protecting bell for you, I'm afraid there would be no more soul-protecting bells in the world." You, Yu'er, wake up quickly, so that father can know what's going on."

"You can really calm down." In Jingpingfeng's elegant room, Yue Yuan stood aside, watching Wen Qinglan dipping in ink and picking up a pen, the flamboyant word "struggle" leaping out on the paper, the word is overflowing with aura, sword energy will break out of the paper at any time .

Hearing Yue Yuan's words, Wen Qinglan's face didn't change at all, she still lowered her head, raised her breath, and jumped onto the paper with another word: "Otherwise, what should I do? I'm in constant fear?"

Yue Yuan thought about the situation, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This is not your style."

Hearing this, Wen Qinglan also laughed. He put away the brush, and the paper on the table rolled up spontaneously, and flew up faintly, sending himself into the bamboo tube.

After cleaning his hands, he turned to look at Yue Yuan and said, "Is that why you told me this when you came here?"

Yue Yuan shook his head, he raised his eyes to stare at Wen Qinglan carefully, worry flashed in those dark eyes.

He took a step forward, grabbed Wen Qinglan's wrist and said, "Alan, you know that my mind has never changed. If you have any difficulties, you can tell me."

Wen Qinglan frowned, and shook off Yue Yuan's hand: "Brother Yue, I believe that the Qing is self-cleaning, and Taoism is not a magic sect that does not distinguish between right and wrong. The ancestors will definitely understand, why do you say these words."

A trace of bitterness flashed in Yue Yuan's eyes, he sighed and said, "You still don't want to tell me, would you rather discuss it with Song Wenxuan?"

Wen Qinglan's gaze has been fixed on the mountain peak outside the window. On a mountain not far from Jingping Peak, the ancestor in black robe is staring at him coldly. The other party has maintained this behavior for almost half a month. No matter when and where, as long as Wen Qinglan pushed open the window, and he could see the other party watching him not far away.

And only Wen Qinglan could see the other party. When asked, the other party said that they wanted to catch evidence that he framed Mingyu, but in fact they were exerting pressure.

If it was another person, and was stared at like a ghost by a master of the tribulation period, he would have collapsed long ago.

Hearing Yue Yuan's words now, Wen Qinglan frowned, looked back at Yue Yuan and said, "What exactly do you want to say, senior brother?"

Seeing that Wen Qinglan still had this cold and impatient expression, a trace of pain flashed across Yue Yuan's face. He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Wen Qinglan's shoulder and said, "Ayu, you should blame me..."

This action was too sudden, Wen Qinglan was caught off guard by the other party, and was about to shake Yue Yuan away, but unexpectedly, the door of the private room was pushed open, and a familiar figure rushed in.

Xiao Jing, who had agreed to be imprisoned for a month, unexpectedly ran out. His expression was hurried, his face was full of concern, and he couldn't wait to open the door and said: "Master, I heard from Senior Sister Lan Xiao that you killed Senior Uncle Mingyu by mistake. And offended the ancestor..."

Xiao Jing's words stopped abruptly, he looked at the two people with ambiguous postures, and looked over with his eyes, Yue Yuan was ambiguously holding Wen Qinglan's shoulders, the distance between the two was extremely close, but Wen Qinglan did not refuse.

A trace of haze slipped across Xiao Jing's face, and the red light in his eyes flashed away, but in an instant, he immediately lowered his head, and said: "Master..."

He came so suddenly that both Wen Qinglan and Yue Yuan were stunned for a moment, and looked at Xiao Jing at the same time.

Wen Qinglan pushed Yue Yuan away and looked at Xiao Jing, his face was still cold: "Why did you come out?"

"Master, disciple... this disciple was worried about Master, so he couldn't help but disobeyed the order of the sect master and ran out." Xiao Jing lowered his head and whispered.

Yue Yuan looked at Wen Qinglan, then at Xiao Jing, and knew that he couldn't continue, so he left without saying a word.

Seeing Yue Yuan leave, Xiao Jing raised his head, stared at Wen Qinglan closely and said, "Master, what were Uncle Yue and Master doing just now?"

Wen Qinglan's heart was not here, so he didn't notice Xiao Jing's questioning words, nor did he notice the raging darkness in Xiao Jing's eyes.

Xiao Jing waited for a long time but Wen Qinglan did not reply. He thought that the master was already displeased, and he would punish himself later.

Unexpectedly, Wen Qinglan turned around suddenly, stared at him for a long while, and when Xiao Jing felt a little nervous, he suddenly smiled, and this smile made Xiao Jing even more puzzled.

Wen Qinglan said softly: "Since you are back, don't go back, good apprentice, do something for the master, are you willing?"

Xiao Jing couldn't adapt to this sudden soft voice, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, but when he thought of the image of a 24-filial disciple he played at this time, he immediately knelt down in panic and said: "I will obey the master's orders, the disciple must be terrified. I can't stop, I just hope that Master will not despise this disciple's stupidity."

However, Wen Qinglan laughed. He patted Xiao Jing's head and said, "Good boy, that's all right."

The black-robed patriarch found a place to stare at Wen Qinglan as he did a few days ago, and was stared at by the cultivator in the Transcending Tribulation Period, like a knife on the top of his head.

Although there was no evidence, Heipao's intuition told him that Wen Qinglan was the one who harmed Mingyu, and when Mingyu's spirit woke up, he had a reason to kill him directly.

And the pressure during this time will definitely make the opponent lose his mind, and then he will be able to quickly kill the opponent.

After all, the solitary seal sword still made him a little bit afraid, not to mention that if he couldn't kill the opponent quickly, with the intention of protecting the sect leader and other peak masters, there would be many accidents.

While the black-robed patriarch was thinking, a figure hurriedly flew over the peak where he was.

Unexpectedly, there was an disturbing person who didn't have long eyes. The black-robed patriarch suddenly frowned and looked over. The other party didn't seem to expect that there was someone here. Trembling, wanting to fly away immediately.

When the black-robed patriarch saw it, he felt strange, he immediately stopped in front of the other party, stared at the other party expressionlessly, and the vast coercion of the transcending tribulation period directly oppressed him: "What are you doing?"

The familiar person immediately fell to his knees in shock and begged for mercy, "My ancestor, please forgive me. This disciple didn't do it on purpose, and this disciple was also deceived by that Wen."

The black-robed patriarch's heart suddenly moved, he looked at the other party carefully, thought of something, and said coldly: "Are you that Song Peak Lord? Tell me quickly, what's going on!"

Under the coercion of the ancestor during the tribulation period, Song Wenxuan burst into tears, and he was so scared: "Report to the ancestor, before the disciple was greedy for a treasure, Master Wen Feng gave the treasure to the disciple, and only said that he needed the disciple's help." At that time, ask the disciple to help. That day, Master Wen met the disciple and asked the disciple to go to Hantan to meet him later. The disciple did not expect to encounter such a thing. Forgive the ancestor, forgive the ancestor, think about it now, definitely It was Wen Qinglan who tricked the disciple, and the disciple didn't mean it."

Hearing Song Wenxuan's remarks, the black-robed patriarch was furious immediately, and said in a hateful voice, "How unreasonable is it to play with my son in the clapping and applause, the old man will tear him to pieces!"

He slapped it bitterly, and actually smashed the entire mountain into pieces.

Song Wenxuan was horrified, his legs softened immediately, and he knelt down and said, "My ancestor, please forgive me, please forgive me, it's none of the disciple's business, it's none of the disciple's business."

The ancestor in black glared at Song Wenxuan in disgust, thinking of what the other party said that day, he wished he could kill him directly.

However, when he condensed his spiritual power, his face suddenly changed, and he flew back to the Shenju hall in an instant.

In the Shenju Temple, the magic circle that was originally intertwined with golden threads was destroyed, and the golden light dimmed and gradually disappeared.

The black-robed patriarch flashed to the center of the magic circle, where lay a complete Mingyu. Originally, countless vitality was transmitted to Mingyu's spiritual body through the golden thread, but at this time the golden thread was broken, and Mingyu's body gradually changed. Be transparent.

She seemed to have regained a bit of sanity, opened her eyes and looked at the black-robed patriarch in front of her, her gorgeous face became distorted, and she hissed, "Wen Qinglan, that bastard killed me, killed me..."

However, since the golden thread was broken, the vitality dissipated, and Mingyu's spirit body could not last long. Once the formation was interrupted, her spirit body would also dissipate. At this time, her body was as transparent as green smoke.

Mingyu was obviously aware of this too, with panic in her eyes, she stretched out her hand to the black-robed patriarch, and shouted, "Father, save me, save me!"

However, this was the last sentence she could utter. Her spirit body instantly disintegrated into powder and disappeared into the world.

The black-robed patriarch's expression was so gloomy that he was about to drip water. His outstretched hand stopped stiffly in the air, and he said coldly, "Wen Qinglan, I want you to die!"

"Who?"

The black-robed patriarch's spiritual sense was all over the Shenju hall, and his keen sense sensed a little mouse rushing out of the Shenju hall. He realized that the golden thread could not be broken by himself, and the other party most likely cut the golden thread The black-robed patriarch chased them out in an instant.

The mouse escaped quite quickly, and even brought the black-robed patriarch to Jingping Peak.

Realizing that this is where Wen Qinglan's bitch is, the ancestor in black sneered even more. He was too lazy to play the game of chasing, so he stretched out his hand to grab the other party, and he caught him directly in the palm of his hand.

It turned out to be an extremely handsome young man. This man seemed to be Wen Qinglan's apprentice, but he was just a young Jindan stage.

Being caught in the hands of an ancestor like himself, the other party was not afraid at all, and even stared at him coldly.

But this time, the black-robed patriarch had no interest in appreciating the other party. He directly pinched the other party's neck and asked, "Where is your master?"

Because of suffocation, Xiao Jing's face instantly turned red, and he stared at the other party coldly, but refused to say a word.