Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

At the moment of time, the main hall of Qiyao Sect.

Qian Yichen, whose soul was enshrined in the lotus of Zhenming, was placed in He Lanjiu's arms, unable to see the outside scene, a little anxious.

Fortunately, as he walked, he gradually moved to the skirt of his clothes, and finally he could see a line of heaven and earth outside.

The main hall after the war has been cleaned up, and it is even more gorgeous than before. The floor is paved with gold, silver and crystals, and even the crumbling stone pillars are filled with statues of golden dragons.

Amidst the splendor of the room, the jade seat on the steps actually looked shabby.Does it make sense for Qingqiu to ascend to such a position?

Probably making others unhappy is what she is most happy about.

Before the master arrived, there were already other people waiting in the main hall.

Qian Yichen unconsciously held his breath to look around, He Lanjiu led him around the arena, and stood beside the tree demon Zhan Songliang.

The latter's expression was still displeased, and he frowned slightly, as if he was extremely uneasy in such a place: "Although the barrier in the temple has been broken, it's still not a good thing for those little monsters to come in..."

After He Lanjiu yawned, he realized that he was talking to himself, and replied casually: "There are very few monsters in the main hall. After all, it is to make room for those sect disciples."

All the subordinates came together, except for Lan Zhong who was accompanying Qingqiu, everyone else was waiting, but there was no sign of Gou Deng.

...Could it be that he will be sad if the Seven Luminaries Sect is lost?

Zhan Songliang's face darkened.

Indeed, apart from a few of them who are qualified to have a direct dialogue with Qingqiu, there are only two teams of small characters on guard, and most of the other monsters are on guard outside.

And the space vacated is for the orthodox disciples of the Seven Luminaries Sect.

Qingqiu is not too surprised that a group of monsters recognize her as the master, what she wants is the bow of those righteous people.

Qian Yichen waited bored for a long time, and suddenly noticed a huge and terrifying spiritual pressure approaching in the distance.

In an instant, the spiritual music played, and all the birds sang together!

Qingqiu wore a black floor-length robe, without the slightest fancy embroidery pattern on it, but it looked steady and dignified. There was only a peony on his temples, which became the only bright color.

Qian Yichen looked outside furtively, Qingqiu came out from the imperial path, his clear eyes under the eyelashes looked here, seemed to catch his sight.

Even if there is no entity, Qian Yichen shrinks subconsciously.

"Ahem." Qingqiu also seemed to be unaware, standing in front of the jade seat and clearing his throat pretentiously, "Everyone has been waiting for a long time, let's start!"

The disciples of the Qiyao Sect who were guarded by monsters were driven in from outside the hall one after another. The purple demon vines wrapped around their necks and hands, and they were strung together, unable to resist.

It should have been silenced, none of the orthodox monks could speak, so they could only glare at Qingqiu unwillingly.

The suzerain Ke Qingfeng was left to be the last one to be brought up, lying in the prison transformed by the Xingchen Order. Although the wound had been bandaged, the treatment was just enough to save his life. His face was gray and his temples were frosty white.

"evildoer……"

Qingqiu stood on the steps in a daze, and waved his hand to signal Shi Yaya to put away the Star Order: "I'm really puzzled, are these two words the only curse words in the inheritance of you monks? There is another sentence... ..."

"Everyone gets it and kills it!"

"...everyone gets it and kills it."

Ke Qingfeng clutched the sword wound on his chest, speaking weakly, not as full of emotion as Qingqiu's imitation.

"Please hand over the Jianmu ring from the previous suzerain. From now on, I will take charge of Qiyaozong for you, so that the number one immortal sect in the world will continue to stand above other sects, how about it?" Qingqiu finished laughing and changed into a rather gentle tone, A look of business and quantity.

"Huh...huh..." Ke Qingfeng barely panted and got up on the ground, unwilling to bow his head to the crowd of evildoers, but was hung in front of Qingqiu by the chains formed by spiritual power.

Qingqiu lowered his eyes, looked at the wooden wrench on his right thumb, and stretched out his hand to make a begging gesture.

It was a section of Shenmu, which had been polished quite smooth according to the inheritance, exuding a gentle spirit of vegetation.

"As long as I live, I will never take away the ring of suzerain!" Ke Qingfeng's teeth ooze a line of blood, which stains the loose long hair.

Qingqiu glanced dissatisfiedly at the seat: "Shi Yeya, I remember that you were responsible for communicating with these people. I thought that after talking for so long, they would understand me very well."

"Master Qingqiu..." Shi Yeya, who was being accused, hurriedly grabbed the disciple who was bound next to him, with the long sword across his neck, "Daoist, I have clearly told you what will happen if you don't hand over the position of suzerain You have to believe that Master Qingqiu will carry forward the Qiyaozong."

After speaking without any hesitation, the sword light flashed and blood splattered everywhere.

The little monk in Shi Yeya's hand didn't even call for help, and fell limply, with hot blood spreading from his body.

"..." Ke Qingfeng gritted his teeth, his expression extremely tangled and painful.

Shi Yeya didn't change her face, and grabbed the next person.

"Wait!" Ke Qingfeng looked at the high Qingqiu, revealing a rare hesitation.

"Master, don't be threatened by him!" No. 2 disciple said decisively, and took the initiative to hit Shi Yeya's sword tip, and killed him with a straight neck!

"Justify the way of heaven and earth, support the principles and laws of the world, and never give up!" Ke Qingfeng took a deep breath, holding back his sorrow, and after a loud sentence, spit out a mouthful of blood.

Qingqiu smelled the smell of blood wafting from the hall, and his expression became colder and colder: "I have seen many people who are not afraid of death. But 'fearless' doesn't prove anything, after all, those guys died later without meaning... ...as it is now."

She took a short knife from Lan Zhong's hand and slowly pulled it out: "I want your Jianmu ring, but the status quo will not change without it. Are you ready to say goodbye to your right hand?"

Ke Qingfeng's eyes reflected the disciple's blood, and he did not beg for mercy or surrender.

"Zheng-"

The dagger that Qingqiu swung suddenly broke in two!

The white-haired child broke the short knife and entered from outside the hall, but his voice was very old-fashioned when he spoke: "You said you, why do you have to find a Lingshan, like my geomantic treasure land, it is a unique broken place, let alone You are a monster, and you don’t even like to treat your own disciples.”

A group of little demons flew backwards, and occasionally they could hear painful wailing.

Fengshui treasure land, let's fight!

"Is Master Cang here to congratulate me on my succession?" Qingqiu calmly dropped the handle of the knife.

The head of the sect, Cang Feng, still looks like a child, with an orchid painted with gold powder shining between his brows: "Qingqiu, I have made a fortune teller for you, and the fortune teller says that you will not be able to sit in the position of the suzerain of the Seven Luminaries Sect."

Behind him, countless disciples of Feng Shui Baodi poured into the main hall, with awe-inspiring fighting spirit!

"What if I want to sit?"

Cang Feng smiled: "The ancestors of Qiyaozong and Fengshui Baodi were brothers in the same school back then. They planned to start a sect together, but they parted ways because of disagreement... The patriarch of Fengshui Baodi is the elder, so meeting people from Qiyaozong, forever Senior."

"So, you will call me Senior Brother from now on."

Qingqiu shook his head regretfully: "I don't like people climbing on their heads. It seems that the ideas of the two factions in this generation are still at odds. Master Cang, I heard that you are good at divination. I don't know if you know that you will die here when you go out today? "

"Hee hee hee, die as long as you die, anyway, people are born to die." Sly laughter resounded through the dome, someone with dark circles under their eyes, chanting spells, countless phantoms flew out from behind, or Worry or anger gradually disappeared into the air.

The empty raccoon Taoist Jiang sparrow, fight with the love trick!

Little demons with lower cultivation bases have already started to kill each other. All living beings have emotions. If a certain negative emotion expands to infinity, the caster can get the desired result without doing anything.

Qingqiu twitched his brows, walked down the steps unmoved, and stood in front of Ke Qingfeng: "The succession ceremony continues, Lan Zhong, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up and greet the guests."

The subordinates are all resisting the emotions that constantly disturb their minds, and they are against the monks who flock to the Qiyaozong Lingshan.

Where are they from?Could it be that after being repeatedly suppressed several times, does anyone still dare to stand up? !

This kind of thing is not worthy of her shot!

Qingqiu released his spiritual sense to perceive the surroundings, and his face became more and more gloomy: "There are quite a few people here, are there any of you?"

"...Yes, I." The demon fox in red suddenly appeared and grabbed her hand that touched Ke Qingfeng.

Qingqiu threw off his restraint, and the surging spiritual power forced him to withdraw: "He Lanjiu, don't forget what you did yourself. It's too late to turn around and become a good person, isn't it?"

The red lines on He Lanjiu's side face are getting deeper and deeper, which is a sign of exerting his strength to the limit: "I have never been a good person, but I want to be a person who is worthy of him."

The last word landed, and the figure had rushed forward, waving his hand to cut off the chains that imprisoned Ke Qingfeng.

"Master!" Lan Zhong drew back and stood in front of him, gently placing Qingqiu on the Yuzun seat.

He Lanjiu didn't back down, and stared at Lan Zhong with a smile that was not a smile: "What a good dog."

"Thank you, thank you, many people have praised you like that." Lan Zhong accepted this sentence with a smile.

Red and black are fighting together, and the spiritual power and demon power are shaking the earth!Dust trickled down from the stone beams, sticking to Qingqiu's eyelashes.

"...Why don't you make the scene more lively?" She happily watched the melee of monsters and patted her palms together, "He Lanjiu, you have to pay a price for bringing monks up the mountain without permission."

Of the two colors fighting in mid-air, Chi Hong escaped and was busy grabbing the lotus that fell out of her bosom.

The life-suppressing lotus was drawn and flew towards Qingqiu. The latter opened his hand, but what he was holding was not a weapon, but a soul.

"Qian Yichen!" Shocked, He Lanjiu tried to move forward, but was blocked by Lan Zhong.

"I..." Qian Yichen wanted to speak to dissuade him, but all the spiritual power that supported his sobriety was taken away, and his consciousness became more and more blurred, but he still insisted on finishing his sentence.

"I saw... I have been awake these days, and I have seen what you do. You have never been a monster, so it's good..."

Qingqiu held his frail and frail soul, trying to crush it with his fingertips: "Do you regret it? In order to let him live and obey my orders, I did all the bad things, and in order to satisfy him, I tried to be a good person, but in the end I got nothing. !...Do you regret it?"

"Give him back to me!!!" He Lanjiu desperately rushed towards Qian Yichen's direction, but it was still too slow.

You can almost hear the soft sound of the soul breaking.

"laugh……"

The corners of He Lanjiu's eyes were red, and he roared until he wailed: "No!!!"

"Owner……?"

Lan Zhong's voice was more shocked than his.

The battle situation has always been equal, but in this hesitant call, the situation is overwhelming, and the righteous monks are gaining the upper hand more and more.

Because a sword pierced through Qingqiu's dantian from behind, even though no blood gushed out, she could see her ugly face.

The disciples of Qiyaozong saw clearly who the attacker was, and their morale increased greatly.

"Big Brother!"

"It's Brother Ji! He's finally here."

...Ji Fu tea?

He Lanjiu regained some rationality after being dissipated by the anger, and subconsciously shook her head.

No, it’s impossible, what will appear at this time is——

The eldest disciple of Qiyaozong stood straight behind Qingqiu, holding a dagger instead of a whisk in his hand.

Yuanshen is nothing more than a stronger soul. Since Baoyang Sword can hurt the soul, it also has an effect on Yuanshen.

Gou Deng took Ji Fucha's remains and refined it into a skin, and finally put it on on this day, and finally became that person completely, embarking on the journey to find "Gou Deng".

"Disciples of the Qiyao Sect listen to the order, don't stick to the etiquette, those who are still able to lead the master to withdraw from the sect, don't worry about me!" Gou Deng, with a face that was completely different from his, twisted the sickness in Qingqiu's body a few times Down.

Then he drew his sword and swept across Lan Zhong ferociously.

Afraid of the power of being sick, the dog demon took half a step back, barely avoiding the cold light.

After a moment of daze, He Lanjiu seized the opportunity, and the spirit of heaven and earth built an enchantment to separate Lan Zhong, and rushed to Qingqiu's side.

... The primordial spirit, Qingqiu's primordial spirit finally left his body and gradually appeared in the air.

It is not difficult for her to show the primordial spirit, or in other words, only by showing off the primordial spirit can one achieve the strongest control over the aura of heaven and earth.

Su Jin's spirit gathered into a sharp sword, aiming at Qian Yichen's soul, and more spiritual energy was used to repair Qingqiu himself.

"Don't even try to touch him!" He Lanjiu gritted his teeth, and the Cangjie characters shone so shockingly on his palm.

With a bang, Su Jin's sharp sword exploded in the air.

What exploded at the same time was He Lanjiu's body that couldn't support so much spiritual power!

The good and evil people covered their ears unbearably, but they couldn't block the abnormal movement of the explosion of spiritual power.

"I'm here to support you." Gou Deng's face was also not good-looking, and he sent his soul into Chi Ke's body with a backhand palm, "Take him and go quickly, don't disturb this muddy water again!"

He is now the eldest disciple of Qiyaozong, a good person who can sacrifice for others.

……Finally home.

The strong wind blew through the hall, and He Lanjiu regained her body. The tear mole was obvious under the corner of her right eye, and the fox fire was burning all over her body.

By taking one last look at him, with deep pupils, he snatches Qian Yichen's soul, kills a bloody path, and goes straight to freedom.

……

Qingqiu raised his head, until there was no more trace of red in his sight, the repairing of the primordial spirit by the spirit of heaven and earth stopped.

"It's very interesting." She floated in the air calmly, but her figure was more illusory than before. "But it's a pity, my soul will never be shattered, I let you down, hook the lamp."

Gou Deng stood proudly in front of her: "I'm Ji Fucha, a disciple of the Qiyao Sect. If the sect is in trouble, he will never surrender!"

"Do whatever you want, but it will hurt if it falls into my hands. After all, your magic weapon makes me very unhappy. No matter how much spiritual energy is used to repair it, it feels like there is a hole in the primordial spirit..." Qingqiu Putting a finger up to his lips, "When the time comes, don't shout too hard."

Pain... Is it what Ji Fucha felt at that time?

Gou Deng nodded and smiled in satisfaction, holding the Baoyang sword firmly in his hand: "I don't mind a little more pain."

"Then you start to make up for it! The soul is scattered, and the traces of existence are gradually wiped out by me, so as to make up for the offense you have caused me at this moment!"

The monster bred by the spirit of heaven and earth finally revealed its viciousness.

Under the steps, the orthodox monks were struggling with the monsters, and they could vaguely hear someone crying, Senior Brother Ji.

"……very good."

From now on, the world only knows that during this battle, Ji Fucha took the risk and stabbed Qingqiu alone.

Didn't know he had loved someone and regretted loving someone.

There is no Gou Deng's name in the world's legends, maybe there is, at most he can be said to be devoid of conscience, so that righteous people can take warning.

This is already good.

It is the happiest ending between them.