When the villain picks up the script

As soon as Xiao Jing said this, the Corpse Demon General also realized that he couldn't lie anymore.

He sneered, and beckoned, Moxiu, who was pretending to be hunting for treasure, immediately surrounded him, looking at Xiao Jing unkindly.

The ghost general said proudly: "Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing, when you suppressed the old six cultivators, you probably didn't expect such a moment, and you never thought that the pillow person you regarded as a jewel would betray you, right? How are you, are you sad and desperate?"

Wen Qinglan folded her arms and took half a step back, watching the farce in front of her with a blank expression.

However, Xiao Jing raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard the person next to his pillow, and then his face paled exaggeratedly, a pair of narrow and beautiful eyes stared coldly at the voodoo general, and said coldly: "The voodoo general, I didn't expect you To have such unruly intentions, to actually bribe people around me to assassinate me, all of this must be your scheme."

"You're right." Seeing Xiao Jing, who had always been aloof and struggling like a trapped beast, the corpse demon general showed a complacent and excited expression: "Xiao Jing, I can only blame you for being so obsessed with lust and insanity that you don't care about the lover in your dreams. Only then did I have the opportunity to wait, but don’t worry, we will leave your humble life behind.”

Xiao Jing paused for a while, and would not be able to accept that Shizun and the lover of his dream were connected together for a while, nor could he accept that it was because of Shizun's lust that he was blinded.

However, the pause was only for a short moment. His red lips curled up slightly, revealing a beautiful but cold smile: "If you don't kill me, you won't be afraid of me making a comeback. I don't know when you all cherish me so much." Your life is at stake."

The corpse demon general immediately poohed, he sneered and said: "Don't be self-righteous, Xiao Jing, we spared your life not because we are afraid of you, but because your cheap life has other uses, don't talk nonsense about Xiao Jing, if you Be obedient, and you will suffer less in the future."

"Really?" Xiao Jing said lightly, "Unfortunately, I just like to suffer."

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Jing rushed over directly, and the corpse demon showed a contemptuous expression, directly mobilizing the Gu worms.

However, the expected Xiao Jing fell to the ground in pain did not appear, and Xiao Jing rushed over without any hesitation.

The Gu Corpse General couldn't believe it and activated the Gu worm again, but only saw the sneer on Xiao Jing's face.

Following the movement of the corpse demon general, other demon cultivators also surrounded him, but they did not get close to Xiao Jing, and were directly blocked by Wen Qinglan's sword.

Only then did the ghost general react, he glared at Wen Qinglan angrily, and cursed: "Bitch, how dare you lie to me!"

Wen Qinglan smiled lightly: "It's useless for you to blame me. If you want to blame it, blame your poison for being too useless."

Xiao Jing, who was in front of the corpse general, said dissatisfiedly: "Be careful, your opponent is me."

Then, without waiting for the voodoo general to react, he directly grabbed and inserted it into the voodoo general's chest. The voodoo general didn't even have time to scream, it turned into a dead bone and fell to the ground.

As soon as the ghoul will die, the form changes.

Although there are quite a few people besieged by the voodoo generals, their confidence comes from the fact that Xiao Jing was poisoned by the voodoo generals. They were surprised to see that Xiao Jing hadn't caught the trap, but they saw Xiao Jing easily killed them. After defeating the Gu Corpse Demon General, he was even more frightened, and he couldn't help showing timidity in his actions.

However, these people also knew that if they didn't use all their strength, they might be left behind by Xiao Jing in the northern desert, so they rushed over with all their might.

Xiao Jing smiled indifferently, turned his head slightly to avoid the attack of a monster knife, and then grabbed it with his backhand, another demon cultivator fell to the ground screaming.

Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, a silent shadow sneaked in, and then a thin, sharp light sword stabbed at Xiao Jing silently.

The sword came in a strange way, from the beginning to the end, there was no trace of breath, and Xiao Jing didn't react until it stabbed at Xiao Jing's waist.

His expression changed, his whole waist bent down in an exaggerated arc, and he flipped over in the air, narrowly avoiding the light sword, but was also cut open by the sharp sword energy of the light sword, piercing his clothes. A trace of skin.

The light sword disappeared, but the dangerous atmosphere that enveloped Xiao Jing never disappeared, waiting for another fatal blow at any time.

Xiao Jing sneered, his eyes gradually turned icy red, and at the same time, a bright red vertical line slowly appeared between his brows, his aura became extremely terrifying, and then he slapped out of thin air.

Violent energy ripples started from under his palm and slowly dissipated.

A man hooded from head to toe appears out of nowhere in the field of battle.

As soon as he saw this person, Xiao Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, the previous banter on his face disappeared, and turned into a cold majesty, he only heard him say: "Shadow Demon Lord."

The demon cultivators, who were forced to retreat steadily by Wen Qinglan and Xiao Jing, also seemed to have found a backing, and immediately approached behind this person, saying in unison: "I have seen the demon master."

Xiao Jing said clearly: "The corpse monster will be yours, and you are the one who wants my life?"

"It's not wrong to say, Xiao Jing 'Devil Lord'"

The person who had been silent under the hood suddenly spoke out, his voice was an evil hoarse voice, and the word "Mojun" was deliberately emphasized, and it seemed to contain a mocking joke: "But you are not fooled, are you?"

Wen Qinglan also frowned and looked at the so-called Shadow Demon Lord who appeared suddenly, but looking at it, he suddenly noticed something strange, his heart skipped a beat, and Wen Qinglan asked in surprise, "Wen Yuan?"

As soon as the Shadow Demon Lord appeared, he focused all his attention on attacking Xiao Jing, so he didn't notice Wen Qinglan who was not far away, and regarded it as a subordinate brought by Xiao Jing.

The two confronted each other for a while, and no one dared to make a sound. Wen Qinglan's low cry naturally came to the ears of the two powerful monks very clearly.

The figure under the hood in black paused, turned his head to look at Wen Qinglan suddenly, and called out dumbly: "Master!"

"Master?" Xiao Jing yelled suspiciously, and also turned to look at Wen Qinglan.

For some reason, Wen Qinglan inexplicably felt a chill under the watchful eyes of the eldest and younger apprentices.

It seems that the majesty and indifference that has always been there can no longer be maintained, although there seems to be not much left.

Gathering his mind, Wen Qinglan said, "Wen Yuan, why are you here?"

"Master." Wen Yuan, who is respected as the Shadow Demon Lord, bowed and saluted, and said respectfully: "The disciple was ordered by the master to track down the Nine Heavens Ring. The clue was broken in the Demon Palace, so I arranged for people to go to the Demon Palace. , the disciple saw that the junior brother of the same sect was also in the Demon Palace, so he was unavoidably happy, so he wanted to try it out, but the disciple was reckless, Master forgive me."

Wen Qinglan waved his hand, it seems that now is not a good time to say these things.

Seeing Xiao Jing standing in the same place silently looking at him, thinking that the little apprentice would not be able to use his head well, and probably forgot about his senior brother again, Wen Qinglan coughed lightly, and said simply: "This is your senior brother Wen Yuan, he Not dead, you should have seen it."

Wen Qinglan couldn't help but feel a little complicated when he thought that the two disciples of one school had become the leaders of one side of the magic world.

Wen Yuan raised his eyes to look at Xiao Jing strangely, and didn't understand why the master had to explain it again. Didn't he have seen it many times in the Taoist sect before.

And when did the relationship between the master and the junior brother get better again? I remember that when I left, the junior brother gave the master medicine, which caused the master's cultivation to drop.

Out of this consideration, Wen Yuan never showed mercy to Xiao Jing.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jing repeated with strange eyes: "Brother Wen Yuan?"

When Wen Qinglan saw Xiao Jing's eyes, he immediately felt bad!

What's more damning is that the piercing beeping alarm sound of the system started again, "Warning, warning, attack target Xiao Jing, 100% blackening degree alarm!

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The host please pay attention to your physical and mental safety, the dark version of "The Legend of the Gods" is fully open, please enjoy the host! "

"Damn it!" Wen Qinglan cursed secretly, wanting to say something more.

However, it was already too late, Xiao Jing burst out laughing, he looked at Wen Qinglan with cold and gloomy eyes, a terrible smile twisted on his handsome face, and he said with a half cry and a smile: "Master, you lied again I!"

After saying that, he flew up and attacked Wen Qinglan.

Wen Qinglan: "..."

He didn't want to say anything anymore, so he directly raised his Gufeng sword to face Xiao Jing, making up his mind to kill this disrespectful boy directly.

Gu Fengjian's cold and cold light reflected Wen Qinglan's cold eyes, and also reflected Xiao Jing's bloody red and cold eyes.

Those bloodshot eyes seemed to bleed, Xiao Jing said sadly: "Master, do you want to kill Xiaojing so much, are you so unwilling to see me alive?"

Wen Qinglan was too lazy to speak, Gu Fengjian's sword was faster than the sword, and he was determined to draw Xiao Jing directly.

However, Xiao Jing probably felt that his conjecture was true. At this moment, the desolation in his eyes faded away, turning into frightening madness and despair, and a thin blood-red glow faintly radiated from his whole body.

He clenched his hands, and with the dark red spiritual power compressed to the extreme, he roared and rushed out, directly hitting Wen Qinglan's face.

At this time, Xiao Jing was no longer a young disciple on Jingping Peak, but the Demon Lord who ruled life and death in the Demonic Dao Realm. His cultivation had faintly broken through the stage of distraction a few years ago and forced him into the stage of Mahayana.

This will attack under madness, causing the color of the devil's desert world to change and distort the space.

Wen Yuan didn't expect the little junior brother to go crazy again, and couldn't help turning pale and shouting: "Master."

After saying that, he was about to rush towards Xiao Jing and Wen Qinglan.

However, I don't know if it's because of the peculiar environment of the Devil's Desert itself, or because the battle between two distracted monks made the magic world unbearable.

After Wen Qinglan's Gufeng sword collided with Xiao Jing's dark red spiritual power.

The entire space of the Devil's Desert shook first.

Then the Devil Desert went crazy, setting off a huge sandstorm tornado.

A huge tornado that seemed to connect to the heavens rose out of thin air, surrounded by thousands of sand and dust, rushing towards it roaring, engulfing Wen Qinglan and Xiao Jing in the blink of an eye.

This sandstorm tornado was strange and fierce, but it swept past in an instant and swallowed the two of them clean.

The demon cultivator on Wenyuan's side saw that the sandstorm kept going, his expression changed immediately and he wanted to flee.

However, it was strange to say that after the sandstorm swallowed Wen Qinglan and Xiao Jing, it only circled around the edge, and then dissipated as abruptly as when it came.

The entire Devil's Desert became quiet again, the endless desert area was calm, only the spun gauze shone in the hazy yellow sunlight, but there was no trace of Xiao Jing and the two in the desert.

On the other side, after being swallowed by the sandstorm in the Devil's Desert, even top monks like Xiao Jing and Wen Qinglan were powerless to resist for a while.

He could only barely use the defensive cover, and let himself whirl in the sandstorm.

I don't know how long it took, but the whirling tornado finally subsided, and Wen Qinglan and Xiao Jing fell into a world in a daze.

Before Wen Wen Qinglan took a breath and recovered, Xiao Jing who was not far away had already staggered to his feet, his lips curved slightly, showing a charming and gloomy smile: "The disciple is really confused, obviously there are better Why do you have to fight with Master, Master, tell me, don’t you?”

Wen Qinglan raised his eyes and stared at Xiao Jing, but in the next second, his face suddenly flushed red, as if thousands of insects were crawling in the veins of his body, as if the pain was about to burn, he couldn't help panting heavily.