Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

Qi Yaozong, the world's leading fairy sect, has been a little uneasy recently.Looking down from the sky, one can see that the spiritual veins are slightly infiltrated by the dark evil spirit.

You can also vaguely see the light and shadow of the spirit sword shuttling between the evil spirits, but as time goes by, there are fewer and fewer.

There is no other reason, but because Qingqiu wants to sit on the jade chair that symbolizes the identity of the suzerain, and the current suzerain is relatively stingy and would rather die than obey.

……

"Kaka..."

The last spirit sword of the Bizi generation disciple of Qiyaozong broke in two at He Lanjiu's feet.

"Who else wants to fight?" He Lanjiu kicked the broken sword aside casually, laughing more and more unscrupulously, "The first fairy gate has fallen, and even the suzerain has been closed due to injury. It's really interesting. I remember one of you, Have you ever troubled me before?"

The members of the Qiyao Sect, who were wearing plain disciple uniforms, all shrank their eyes under his wanton and evil smile, but no one backed away!

He Lanjiu's expression remained unchanged, and the spirit of Su Jin went straight forward holding the broken sword on the ground, passing by a group of small characters, piercing the shoulder blades of the big disciples of Bizi generation from left to right, and nailing them to the distant place with a gust of wind. On the stone pillar.

Blood splatters!

"Brother!"

"Monster, how dare you do this!"

The five-color spirits of heaven and earth condensed behind He Lanjiu, making his appearance even more gorgeous than when he turned into a demon. He yawned but didn't listen to the clamor.

The disciple with a slightly immature expression, whose will has been shaken by the continuous battles and casualties, couldn't help shivering.

Fear is a contagious emotion, if one person is afraid, then the rest will be much easier.

Under his cold gaze without any emotion, the resisting monks retreated one by one, and the encirclement that had just formed up was getting bigger and bigger, and they were completely defeated.

"Who else is there?" He Lanjiu wiped away a drop of dried blood from the side of his face, and the murderous and bloody look gradually covered Qian Yichen's virtual image in front of him.

"--And I!!"

The majestic and deep voice pierced the clouds and cracked the rocks, blasting away the fog that gradually enveloped He Lanjiu's consciousness.

As if waking up from a dream, He Lanjiu settled down and looked at the elder who appeared in midair: "Isn't this the suzerain? Why, you're not healing?"

The head of the Qiyao Sect engraved Qingfeng, who was over a hundred years old and had black beard and hair, not showing any signs of decadence: "Although some things have been reincarnated, they are just another evildoer. Since you dare to shout, the poor will fight!"

His weapon is not a sharp sword, but a soft whisk.

He Lanjiu retreated a few feet, and the fly whisk still brushed the side of his face, leaving traces of blood.

"Sovereign, be careful, this evildoer will gather the spiritual energy of the five elements!"

"Sovereign! Disciples form nineteen formations to help you, set up formations."

He Lanjiu licked off the blood that flowed to the corner of his mouth, and rushed towards Ke Qingfeng ferociously: "The little bird who has never been out of the sect in his life, is he happy to see the adults here?! Thinking that someone will come to support you, naive !"

"Monster, don't talk too much." Ke Qingfeng's meticulous bun was washed away by the spiritual pressure, and the traces of the dust whisk casually were the magic circle, which separated the fierce attack.

He Lanjiu's eyes were white, because he was caught in the whisk.

Not only the exposed hands and feet, but also every inch of skin under the clothes was swept away, leaving bloodstains as fine as silk.But the most frightening thing was that the injury was directly pumped into his bone marrow, making his soul ache.

"Master, kill him!"

"Kill him and avenge the senior brother!"

He Lanjiu faintly heard Fuchen's voice outside the sky net, and the five fingers of his right hand joined together to form a knife, and cut off Fuchen instantly after gathering spiritual energy.

The demon fox that reappeared, stood among the falling silver threads, nodded: "If this is my body, then maybe I can accompany you for a few more tricks, let's call it a day."

Ke Qingfeng immediately pinched his fingers and recited the formula, and spurted out a mouthful of painstaking effort unstoppably! "Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, the root of ten thousand qi, extensive cultivation of catastrophe, proof of my supernatural power..."

"Old guy, it's too late to vomit blood and beg for mercy." He Lanjiu strode forward murderously, trying to clear the roadblock in front of the suzerain's jade seat, only to realize that the atmosphere was not right.

With Ke Qingfeng's hard work as the center, the blood scattered to form a magic circle, and the position where he stood was the eye of the circle.

"Tch." He Lanjiu stood in the trembling blood formation, her expression still contemptuous.

The disciples who watched anxiously, had hope in their eyes: "Hurry up, we will help with our hard work, even if our cultivation base is completely destroyed, we cannot let him get close to the suzerain's Jade Venerable!"

"It would be great if Senior Brother was here at this time, Senior Brother Ji will definitely be able to help Master..."

Click, click, click.

Behind He Lanjiu, footsteps suddenly came.

The expressions of the disciples were even more joyful: "Senior Brother Ji..."

"No, he's not, why is he holding the brother's whisk?"

The eldest disciple of the Seven Luminaries Sect has long since died, so the only one who holds the magic weapon now is the one who caused him to burn out his soul power and die.

"—Isn't this Fuchen going with me?" Gou Deng was dressed in a frost-colored robe, with a neat bun, dressed exactly like Ji Fucha, with a sinister smile and an innocent look.

When He Lanjiu heard the voice, the killing intent in her body suddenly faded, she couldn't believe it: "Why are you here?"

"Master Qingqiu said, I haven't sat on the suzerain's jade throne for so long, I'm getting impatient, let me urge you."

"I remember..." He Lanjiu gritted her teeth tremblingly, and at the end she almost roared out of control, "I remember you promised to live as Ji Fucha from now on... Be an righteous monk and not associate with evil spirits!"

Gou Deng still had that honest and sincere smile that deceived everyone, and he threw Ji Fucha's belongings at his feet nonchalantly: "I promised. But now, I'm not Ji Fucha."

The Baoyang sword suddenly came out of its sheath, aiming at the seriously injured Suzerain Ke Qingfeng, the shadow of the sword danced wildly!

"Ji Fucha died a long time ago, do you understand! He died a long time ago, he exhausted his cultivation and died unwillingly, and died with regret. He wished he had to know me, wished..."

Gou Deng held the sword in one hand, and vented his emotions on Ke Qingfeng who was in the formation, and the damage from direct hits to the soul was superimposed.

The magic circle under He Lanjiu's feet disappeared, and his whole body seemed to be exhausted.

What qualifications do you have to vent your anger and hook the lamp?What they do now, isn't it the same?

They were also born in the darkest prison, longing for the dawn, but as long as they reach out for help, they will dirty the cleanest land.

The big disciple of the Qiyao Sect who cared for the common people has died, and Qian Yichen has not escaped his fate.

If it is said that God will punish him, why is he the one who survived?

The life-suppressing lotus flower in his arms suddenly flashed, and the place where it touched the skin felt another burst of pain.

He Lanjiu gasped for breath and regained consciousness, waking up from the confusion——

The main hall of the Qiyao Sect, which was originally a dignified and solemn place, was in a mess. The broken tables and chairs made the hall look quite crowded, and even the supporting stone pillars were covered with cracks, as if they would collapse in the next moment.

But Ke Qingfeng fell to the ground with a tired expression, and after three heavy injuries, he finally lost his strength, only his chest could still rise and fall.

The boy hooked the lamp and put away his sword and returned it to its sheath.

He Lanjiu repeatedly warned himself that he was different from Gou Deng.That person had already given up his fantasy, but he didn't want Qian Yichen to be reborn for a moment.

Come back to life, and then laugh at, hate and curse his evil deeds casually, as long as you come back to life.

……

"Oh, it's finally resolved. I was still thinking about whether to send another person. Now I can finally sit on my favorite chair." Qingqiu's tone was as relaxed as if he was talking, and finally bought his favorite rouge.

Regardless of the mess and blood all over the place, she only had eyes for the seat in the center of the main hall.

For orthodox cultivators, gold, silver and jewelry are like floating clouds, and the symbolic meaning of the suzerain's position is even greater, so the materials used for making are not the best.

Even for the pair of pearls hanging on Qingqiu's ears, the jade material exchanged for one is enough to make three or five such chairs.

It's just that the things that the successive suzerains of Qiyaozong have been in contact with have been passed down from generation to generation, and they seem to have a long ancient charm, especially the handrails on both sides, which are quite smooth.

"You, how dare you..." Ke Qingfeng watched Qingqiu pass by, not to mention moving, he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Why don't I dare, chairs don't know how to eat people." Qingqiu stepped up the steps without looking back, walked to the honored seat step by step, turned around slowly, and the spiritual pressure was released suddenly.

The disciples with low cultivation had already knelt down under spiritual pressure, even though blood was biting from the corner of their lips, they couldn't stand up.

Qingqiu put on a serious expression, and sat down solemnly under the eyes of the room full of curses or indifference.

Qiyao Zong's position has changed hands from now on!

The monks fighting in other places have lost the reason to persist. In the war between mortals and monsters, monsters will win in the end.

"...Hehehe, not bad, not bad, although it is not comfortable, but this height is just right to see every corner." The next moment, Qingqiu looked around and smiled, regardless of whether the people under his feet were vomiting blood with anger, on the large jade seat Swinging feet.

He Lanjiu was so preoccupied that she didn't even have a symbolic expression of support.

Instead, a black dog ran in from outside the hall, rolled into a human form on the spot, and it was Lan Zhong who was kneeling on the ground: "Congratulations, master, is there anything else you want?"

"What a good dog." Gou Deng tilted his head and looked at him with his dagger in his arms, and the countless little demons rushing in behind him.

Ke Qingfeng held his breath, and stood up tremblingly, with the last dignity of the suzerain: "Get down from that top! This position is not for you... not for the evildoer! The evildoer who is not even qualified to take a look , how dare..."

Qingqiu blinked, and nodded in agreement: "It makes sense, I also think it's not good to sit down casually like this. How about this..."

She looked at the eyes engraved with Qingfeng, her green pupils shrank, and time was invisibly rewinding.

"I found it... your deepest fear. Pick a good day and auspicious day, and we will hold a new appointment ceremony at the Qiyao Sect. You will hand over the position of suzerain to me. Isn't it justified to change the name?"

Ke Qingfeng coughed desperately short of breath, his temples turned gray for a moment, then he lost consciousness and fell down slowly.

"I haven't been a decent leader of a famous family before, and this experience seems to be very good?" Qingqiu hooked his fingers, and an invisible hand supported Ke Qingfeng's body, and threw it into Lan Zhong's arms, "Lan Zhong, Count the people who are still alive, save the old guy’s life, so that the former suzerain will die before I succeed. By the way, do you want to spread invitations and invite other fairy sect heads to participate?"

Lan finally hugged Ke Qingfeng politely, bowed his head: "Master, other immortal sects are fighting us, I'm afraid we won't be able to spare time."

"Ah, forget it, I wanted to make it more lively." Qingqiu sighed regretfully, "It's so boring..."

……

boring?

He Lanjiu came back to her senses, only hearing the last two words.

Qingqiu stayed on the jade throne for a while in novelty, tried to sit up several times but resisted it, really like a child, trying to make himself mature but impatient.

"Ke Qingfeng was attacked in turn until he was seriously injured and dying. No one from the Qiyao Sect was able to resist anymore. The other sects were hit, and the battle was bound to fall to one side. Are you satisfied?" He Lanjiu's eyes were already tired.

Lan finally turned his head bitterly, with a threatening face, signaling him to be more behaved.

Qingqiu leaned on the smooth armrest with one arm, closed his eyes and supported his forehead: "I'm too lazy to look at it, so please tell me directly, do all the bad things for me, is it painful?"

"It took so long to see the light of day after being sealed, but you still haven't figured out what to count as being alive. Even the wild cats on the side of the road have a target for food. Even if you open your eyes, you can't see anything. Is it painful?" He Lanjiu confronted each other Standing in front of her confidently, "Unlike your aimlessness, I have already found my goal - just doing things for one person, even if it is a bad person."

"This kind of answer really makes people angry..." Qingqiu slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were bright, and his outstretched fingertips were dripping red.

The spiritual energy gathered and condensed into a bean-sized bead at her fingertips, which was continuously filled with energy, but the volume of the crystal-clear spirit bead remained unchanged. With a light flick, the bead immediately sank into He Lanjiu's body.

"hiss……"

He Lanjiu took a deep breath, sweat dripped from his forehead, and he managed to stand upright.

Explosive power fills the body, and the spiritual power is squeezed in the blood and bone marrow, even more intense than the body that resides in the naked body!

"Heh..." He Lanjiu raised her hand and touched the side of her face, long-lost red lines appeared on her skin, this time almost all over her body!

Qingqiu admired his painful and joyful appearance, and pointed to the outside of the hall: "With your current strength, all the loose immortals in Fenglin Island combined are no match. Go, get back the plastic clay you want, If anyone dares to stop him, kill him, and if you meet someone with insight... then invite him to attend my succession ceremony."

He Lanjiu didn't answer, and rushed through the hole in the dome of the main hall, heading straight for the West Sea.

What he wanted to do was half done, and the rest...

"Just ask fate to punish me."

……

As the sun rises and sets, the heart moves westward, and the heat gradually disappears, so it is called July Fire.

But the soul can't feel the temperature.

Qian Yichen's eyes reflected vivid colors, and he felt that there was spiritual power flowing under his skin.

……How can it be!He has never practiced, and his soul is no different from that of ordinary people. If he hadn't been infected by resentment and gradually reduced to a ghost, his perception of the present world would not be very clear.Only by going to the underworld and going where you should go is the right way.

But when the soul has been cultivated, it will be different.

"Am I now... a ghost cultivator?" Qian Yichen murmured, and then heard his own voice.

"It should be. After all, I infused you with the purest aura in the world. Now you can fight against ordinary ghost-absorbing magic tools."

There was a girl in a rose-colored silk dress, lying on the bed next to her, reading a book, her skin was fair, and her eyes were like jasper.

It is estimated that in the whole world, only this person will firmly believe that only the purpose is right, and the spiritual energy wandering between the heaven and the earth can be driven.But the cognition that was too persistent turned into a shackle, and he put it on himself layer by layer.

Really... Weak!

It's He Lanjiu's personality that makes her feel more comfortable. She doesn't care about grabbing what she wants, regardless of the rules of the world.

But there are some questions that only mortals can answer.

"Qingqiu!" Qian Yichen gradually saw the scene in front of him clearly, and let out a low cry, suddenly felt that it was not good to be able to show his appearance, and it was easy to bite his tongue when something happened.

No matter how many times I have seen that face, it is difficult to connect the innocent and lively girl with the most terrifying monster in the world.

"Interesting mortal, have you accepted the reality of your resurrection from the dead?" Qingqiu shook the pages of the book, turning the "Jizhong Chronicle" to the last page.

Qian Yichen looked around suspiciously, the last image in his memory was that of fish like water in a cabin, falling into an eternal deep sleep in peace.From then on, it was like observing the world from the bottom of the water, seeing everything with a layer of tulle.

In the dream, he could still feel He Lanjiu chattering to him, and when he lowered his head, a lotus-like projection fell.

So... he has been asleep for a long time?

"Yeah, during this period of time, He Lanjiu has already defeated [-] sects, big and small, and seems to have injured that... Feng Fan." Qingqiu threw away the book and looked over with his chin in his hand.

Qian Yichen's expression darkened and he remained silent.

As long as the life-suppressing lotus and He Lanjiu's skin are in close contact, he can feel the man's mood.There were many times when He Lanjiu almost ran out of control. He sensed everything and tried to stop it, but he couldn't open his eyes no matter what.

So...wasn't it a dream?

To be honest, he couldn't accept the ending of death, after all, he lived well in another world before coming here.But if the price of surviving is to make those who care about suffer, and at the same time implicate more innocent beings... then it's better to die.

"——But, there is something that I'm not clear about." Qingqiu continued to talk to himself, and got up from the big bed excitedly, "At the beginning, I asked He Lanjiu to go to Fenglin Island to retrieve the plastic man. mud, but he returned empty-handed. Tell me, where did the things go? What did he experience in Fenglin Island?"

"Who knows." Qian Yichen blurted out, standing by the table and looking around.

I have never seen this room before, it is quite overly gorgeous, the walls and furniture are decorated with gold and jade, and there are also strange animal bones placed on the dressing table.

It appeared to be her own bedroom.

Qingqiu gave a half-smile: "Is he afraid that I will snatch the plastic figurine? No, if you are worried about this, why did you come back? Wouldn't it be better to run away with you and the plastic figurine?"

The girl with a perplexed expression and thoughtful thoughts only had to drag Qian Yichen to discuss love troubles.

Does he look like a friend of women?

"Don't you have the ability to look back, you can go directly to his memory." Qian Yichen just wanted to get into the lotus of Zhenming and continue to sleep, even pretending to be lazy.

Knowing how scary and moody the other party is, begging for mercy or not is the end, so I don't want to act.

"It's so strange. I just can't see that memory. The more determined the other person's mind is, the more obvious the past I see. The part of self-doubt seems to be blurred through fog. Do you know? He Lanjiu When he first captured Qiyaozong, he almost went crazy in the contradictions and distortions, but after returning from Fenglin Island, his pain seems to have eased a little." Qingqiu sighed regretfully, "I Ah, to see others comfortable makes me very uncomfortable."

In contradiction and twist...go crazy...

Is it because of constant self-doubt that she couldn't see He Lanjiu's past?

Qian Yichen shook his body and finally stood firm, maintaining his composure: "I don't even know where I am, so how can I help you strengthen your will for him?"

"Hey hey." Qingqiu smiled strangely, and flicked his long sleeves to stir up a gust of wind, "I just think that he went to grab plastic clay for you, but he never reshaped his body after getting it, so he woke you up—and thus , forcing him to make a decision.”

Just as Qian Yichen was about to speak, the strong wind swept him and Zhenming Lianhua out of the door!The body backed up uncontrollably, knocked open a door, stirred up dust and returned to the original place.

Qian Yichen rubbed his eyes, and the scene he saw stabilized.

— another place has been changed.

Different from Qingqiu's gorgeous bedroom, this place is simple and messy, and it can be seen that the owner has never taken care of it.

There were no bedding and pillows on the bed, and only one side was clean. In the flower pots decorated by the window, the soil was so hard that even weeds could not grow.

And the only thing he cares about is the magic circle in the center of the room... In other words, this room exists for the magic circle.

As soon as the life-suppressing lotus was sent back by Qingqiu, it was attracted by the formation and landed at the eye of the formation. Bright and dark red spread around it, as long as it was close, the formation would work and immediately burn the intruders into powder.

The smell of magic is quite strong, and it seems that it was constructed only recently.

Qian Yichen probably knew where this was.

He Lanjiu should have gone to a place where it is inconvenient to carry the soul-suppressing magic weapon. After all, the best place for this thing is the treasure land where the spirits of heaven and earth gather, but it is too careless to put it in the cabinet at will, so I built a magic circle Protect.

... just underestimated Qingqiu's boredom and strength, he went out with his front foot, and Qingqiu took the lotus with his back foot.

Probably because Qian Yichen was blessed by the life-suppressing lotus, this magic circle did not harm him, but without a physical body, it is meaningless to walk through it.

Qian Yichen swayed in the room for a while, shaking his head while walking, sighing that He Lanjiu's self-discipline ability is really bad.

"Squeak-"

The sound of the door shaft turning suddenly sounded.

Qian Yichen fled into the Zhenming Lotus in shock, his figure disappeared in a flash, and he stared nervously at the person who entered the door with wide eyes.

Unlike before, he returned to the magic weapon and no longer fell asleep, but observed his surroundings very clearly.

"You seem to have lost weight..." He sighed silently in his heart.

He Lanjiu pushed the door open with no expression on his face and came in, with a pointed jaw, especially when he lowered his head to check whether the magic circle was normal.

It is estimated that Qingqiu's subordinates have become a small boss, and the living standard has not improved by half, and he looks like he can't eat enough or wear warm clothes.

Moreover, the red lines that should have disappeared appeared on the side of his face again.

He Lanjiu checked the magic circle, slowly stroked the side of her face with her fingertips, and carefully traced along the red lines inch by inch.

Qian Yichen understood what it was doing at a glance, he was using spiritual energy to repair his body.

And what's worse is that there is blood on He Lanjiu's red dress, which is still very fresh, although it is not easy to see because it is the same color.

The courage to show up to meet him was lost in this moment.

Qian Yichen didn't know if he was brave or not, but he knew that if he appeared, it would embarrass both of them.

For him, the time since he fell into a deep sleep is just fleeting, and he doesn't really miss seeing He Lanjiu, but the other person has actually experienced those lonely and difficult days!

On the surface, Qingqiu did a good deed, giving him spiritual power to wake him up, but he was forcing He Lanjiu to make a decision—since he saw the conscious Qian Yichen, he would want more with his unsatisfied character.

At that time, the whereabouts of the plasticine will definitely appear, and a huge conflict will break out because of it. If Qian Yichen used to have a hot-blooded temper, it is not impossible for the two to break up.

It was too hasty to show up immediately, and it would not be too late to discuss with He Lanjiu when He Lanjiu had a chance to leave here.After all, Qingqiu's backtracking ability is very troublesome, and the sooner she formulates countermeasures, the easier it is for her to find out.

"I miss you very much..." He Lanjiu was unaware of everything, walked into the magic circle, took out lotus flowers and kissed deeply.

The kiss lasted so long that one wondered if he had turned into a fetish.

Qian Yichen watched that beautiful face keep enlarging, and suddenly smiled softly.In He Lanjiu's eyes, he saw something that he didn't have before.

Crystal clear, soft, nostalgic light.

Qian Yichen decided to continue pretending to be asleep.

We will meet again soon, regardless of whether we have a body at that time, we will definitely be able to hug each other tightly.

……

But what was unexpected was that He Lanjiu had no chance to be sent out for "business".

The big and small sects have been oppressed by monsters, and few people dare to resist. He Lanjiu has no job, so he has been resting in Qiyaozong.

Especially on the day of the succession ceremony, the big and small monsters made the former fairy gate airtight, the dog demon Lan Zhong, the female demon Ku Rong, and the tree demon Zhan Songliang all returned, and the betrayer Shi Yaya was in charge of guarding the surrounding area.

That's right, Qingqiu forced the current suzerain, Ke Qingfeng, to abdicate, and appointed himself as the next suzerain to lead the righteous monks in the world.

Monsters these days are really good at playing.