Save the world with a plot

【"Sorry, Yao, I need a Jinming Sword."

Jinming Sword, the ultimate magic weapon, is one of the rewards offered by the sect.

For a moment, Li Yao seemed to understand something, but also seemed to understand nothing.

He didn't understand why he clearly believed that his brother would tell the Zongmen's law enforcement officers his whereabouts for a magic weapon, just like he didn't understand why the Zongmen wanted to hunt him down, and why he had dark scales growing on his body.

He stared blankly at the sect's law enforcers brought by the other party, among them was the chief disciple of the Qing generation, the youngest Jindan Dharma protector, Daoist Qinghui, who was also the one who sentenced him to be a spy of the demon clan. ]【... I have escaped for another three days, is this time finally coming?

Li Yao's pupils shrank sharply, and he staggered and fell to the ground. The black cloak on his body was twisted into powder by the sword energy, revealing his demonized body covered with black scales.

As if afraid of being seen with such an ugly body, the boy bent over and shrank into a ball, in a comical embarrassment.

Qinghui held a sword in one hand, his eyes were cold and merciless, as if looking at dust, "Die, traitor."] [... Li Yao raised his bloody, bone-strewn face, looking at the eternal gray above the abyss In the sky, two lines of scarlet tears of blood suddenly flowed from the corroded eye sockets, desperation and grief, heart-piercing.

Human' demon hybrid?

A life that is neither human nor demon, and that is not recognized by the Dao of Heaven.

It turned out that he was a monster that disturbed the order of the world. It turned out that if his parents hadn't exhausted their cultivation, he would not even be allowed to be born.

Hahaha, how can a life that even the world despises expect the tolerance of the world?

How can an unknown person who killed his parents at birth ask for acceptance from others?

Then why is he still alive?

Why... not to die?

But... But he doesn't want to die, he is not reconciled!

Why must he die, why should he be convicted of the original sin, why?

Why ah ah ah——

Why?

Why should this insensitive and ruthless way of heaven judge everything about him?

I say--

Damn these selfish and ugly beings!

It is this cruel and unkind world that should perish! 】

→ Selected passages from "The Supreme of the Three Realms".

A few classic clips that witnessed the blackening of the protagonist of a generation of white lotus flashed through his mind, and Xuan Xing only had time to let out a groan in his heart before standing up with a 'huh'.

The residual memory in his body told him that the number one little brother Qinghui had gone out to catch him!take!magic!family!evil!thin!Yes, hehe——

I don't know if the protagonist was stabbed off the cliff by Qinghui's sword and fell into the abyss?

Is it too late to stop now?

Faced with such a critical situation, Rao is as calm as Xuan Xing, and his heart is beating non-stop at this moment.

He walked a few steps, came to the table, and picked up the communication talisman with five fingers very steady, if you ignore the trembling wrist.

The owner of the communication talisman: his nephew and nephew, the youngest golden elixir protector of Shangxuanzong, (emphasis →) the "ruthless" law enforcement officer of the sect who personally knocked the protagonist of this world off the cliff, Qinghui Daoist.

At this moment, Xuan Xing's heart was trembling. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and with a sound of "stab" he tore open the communication talisman in his hand with the momentum of "there is no future life".

When the white spot of light in the talisman faintly lit up from the gap, Xuan Xing's calm voice sounded, "Where are you?"

—— "Congratulations to Master Uncle for leaving the customs!"

Then there was silence.

Xuan Xing: "..." Don't ignore his question, he doesn't want to hear congratulations or not, really, he just wants to know where the plot is going now, tell me!back!Come!up!without!have!

Fortunately, just when Xuan Xing was about to choke to death, the other party's voice sounded again.

——"Nephew and grandson are useless, after days of hunting, they still haven't found the demon clan."

The voice was a little depressed, but at this moment, Xuan Xing felt as if he heard the sound of nature, and he let out that breath slowly, just at this moment——

"Get the summons, the traces of the demon clan have been exposed, and the nephew and grandson will go to arrest him immediately, and he will definitely live up to the great expectations of the master and uncle!" Then the voice really stopped completely.

Xuan Xing: "!"

He silently looked down at the broken talisman, only to realize that it was the phonogram in the communication talisman, not the antiphonic talisman.

He silently glanced at the last imprint left, which happened to be two days ago.

Xuan Xing: =0=

God blame me!

After calming down for a while, he tore open the antiphonal note with the last bit of hope.

Then, it didn't connect.

change one,

Tear again,

Still not connected.

Xuan Xing: ...

An hour later.

On the continuous floating mountain, in the fairy mist, a white figure flew out, its speed was as fast as white light.

Leaving a gramophone for a while to explain, the general idea is "I faintly feel that the realm is loose, but it is still one point away. After this retreat, I feel the bottleneck, and I have to go out to experience it." Shang Xuanzong came out of the ground... No wonder, he didn't have time to prepare so much, in fact, he only carried a saber, and almost didn't take anything extra.

The only extra thing to bring is all kinds of elixir - hoping that as soon as he sees the protagonist, he will heal the body that has been abused thousands of times with the force of a spring breeze, and then use his blood to warm the numb heart of the opponent who has been betrayed repeatedly. I want to keep the little white flower protagonist in the world.

Blackening or something, go to hell, we won't date.

It wasn't that Xuan Ying's reaction was too intense, it was just that the protagonist had changed too much before and after falling off the cliff, that is the gap between Lucifer and Lucifer, the former is the first of the seven virtues of the light incarnation, and the latter is the first of the seven deadly sins. The head of the demon king Satan.

Look at the mantra of the main character before he fell off the cliff—I must do my laundry/cooking/practice/complete the task well, so will my father/aunt/elder praise me more?

Let's look at how the protagonist talks after falling off the cliff—oh, such a stupid/selfish/ruthless human/living being/world, please destroy it.

Fuck you when you think about it.

Just now from the short phonogram, I learned that Qinghui obtained the trace of the protagonist two days ago, what does this mean? The Empress will fall into the abyss,

If you don't stop it, you will complete the first blackening in your life, and soon you will be out of the abyss, domineering all the way, using a gentle face to cover up the black heart, black liver, black lungs and black kidneys inside, deceiving everyone in the world, and using it completely Just throw it away, and then suppressed Shangxuanzong from one of the four great immortal sects to a third-rate sect, forced the suzerain of Shangxuanzong to become a sinful cultivator accused by thousands of people, and then burned his heart and lungs, separated his mind and soul, and disappeared in ashes.

Key points: The patriarch of Shangxuanzong was named Xuanying.

Xuan Xing: Exactly, not the same name.

So this is a moment of life and death, this is the moment of racing against the god of death, how could Xuan Xing have time to prepare more, especially Qinghui's communication talisman can't be connected-no accident, the other party may be intercepting the critical period of killing the protagonist, So there is no time to pick it up, no!Can!build!

Fortunately, he came out with an extra backup—abusing his power and stealing half a drop of blood from Qinghui Soul Lamp.

Twirling half a drop of dark red liquid with his fingertips, emitting a faint red light, Xuan Xing secretly said a sin, and urged the half drop of blood to move towards his master. The clouds broke through the sky.

The shadow of the sun is slanting to the west, and the willow branches are on the moon,

The moon sinks in the mountains, the moon sets and the sun rises.

It's already the second day, that is, today's evening, the protagonist will be thrown into the abyss on the edge of the cloudy cliff.

Xuan Xing had never tried so hard before, and within his consciousness, he finally heard some human voices.

While putting away the half drop of blood essence, he gritted his teeth and accelerated the flying sword, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a scene that made his eyes tear apart——

A black unknown object was rolling down from the edge of the cliff in an extremely embarrassing posture. As for the ridicule, numbness or coldness of the people around him, he had no time to pay attention to it.

I'll go, at this moment, Xuan Xing only had one thought: Heaven is playing with me!

→The most tragic thing in this world is to give you expectations and smash them to pieces.

There seemed to be gorgeous fireworks exploding in his mind, his thoughts were so occupied that it was hard to think, and when he reacted, he had already surpassed the limit and came to the edge of the cliff——jumped.

The wind howls on both sides,

The man who fell on his back, his clothes were torn, and he was in a mess. On his ugly face covered with pitch-black scales, only a pair of black and white peach blossom eyes could be regarded as a human being.

What a pair of beautiful eyes, worthy of being the protagonist, but now these beautiful eyes are so empty that they have no focus, and they can't reflect a reflection, which is a pity.

Thinking so, Xuan Xing stretched out his hand to reach the opponent's arm.

Then I was shocked to find--

The spiritual power in the body is not!able!use!up!

There is something imprisoning aura in the cliff!

!

Such a special place, why didn't the original work write it?

Xuan Xing was silent for a moment, only felt that the ups and downs in the past two days really drained his energy for the rest of his life.

First it was the uselessness of death, then it was the time to pass through the book, and then the protagonist’s falling off the cliff followed. I hurried and finally felt that I was going to change the plot, and the result... Hehe, falling like this without spiritual power, even if you don’t die It's hard to say, the protagonist has the body protection inherited from the demon king, but he doesn't. Thinking about it this way, it's really sad.

He couldn't help thinking bitterly, wondering which is worse, this way of death or being burned to ashes by the protagonist in the original book.

Now he has two options:

One: Don’t go to the protagonist, first stab the flying sword into the cliff by yourself, climb up a little bit, considering the height of the fall and the strength of the flying sword, the survival rate is 20.00%, and then experience the protagonist’s stormy revenge ten years later.

Two: Try to communicate with the protagonist, the two of them butt their hands, the protagonist's inheritance of the demon king erupts in an instant, and protect the two of them, or he pokes the cliff with the flying sword again and pushes the two of them up together, given the protagonist's current numbness and The degree of unreliability in this world has a survival rate of ten percent.

The speed of thought flow is always unbelievably fast, from one thought to the next, but in an instant, Xuan Xing has already made a decision in his heart, and it is all about fighting, both left and right are life picked up.

"Give me your hand." Xuan Xing tried to reach down with his left hand, which was not holding a sword.

In those beautiful peach blossom eyes, the eyeballs rolled slightly, numb and lifeless.

"Give me your hand!" Xuan Xing shouted again.

As if finally awakened, the other party's pupils gradually gained focus, and the pitch-black background slowly reflected that white and powerful hand, and reflected the owner of that hand, with flying black hair and flawless handsomeness.

Then, he shook his head slowly.

No one knew what he was thinking at this moment, but his ugly face covered with scales moved strangely, bringing out the sound of metal friction, sharp and ear-piercing, as if it was the sharpest question to this world.