The troubles of the teenage villain

After Feng Shao hung up Dr. White's call, he was very upset and kicked the trash can in the corridor.

With such a strong kick, even a small piece of the trash can was not dented. Feng Shao couldn't help laughing at himself. It seems that what Dr. White said was right, his condition might start to get out of control again. nothing.

"Brother Shao, it's almost time for your role in the finale. Director An asked about you just now." Assistant Xiao Zhang found it. Zhang was a little puzzled: "Didn't you say that smoking is easy to make old diseases relapse?"

Feng Shao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly. He was so careful before, so he relapsed... Although he was angry, he still returned the cigarette to Xiao Zhang.

Ever since he learned that he had the genetic disease five years ago, before he had time to enjoy the sense of accomplishment of becoming a movie star for the first time, his highest pursuit has changed from being a superstar to just living.

It is also good to live a day.

If it was five years ago, Feng Shao would have been too lazy to go back to watch the premiere, and would have gone directly to a private doctor for a physical examination.But not now, this is his first movie after returning to the film industry after recovering from illness.Even though he wasn't even the second male lead, but just a villainous villain, Feng Shao had to take it seriously.

Not only did he act seriously and carefully, but he also had to participate in the promotion seriously and carefully.

After all, the showbiz loves the new and dislikes the old, and five years is enough to exhaust Feng Shao's accumulated popularity.Today's Feng Shao, I'm afraid he doesn't even have the qualifications to play big names.

Feng Shao swallowed two pills, and when he returned to the screening hall of the premiere, the big screen had indeed reached the finale.

The scene of the group battle between Daoist cultivators and demonic cultivators has passed. At this time, the camera moves to the most important battlefield - on the snow-capped peak, a group of high-ranking monks who symbolize the so-called justice gather. It was so brilliant that it forced the show's biggest villain, Venerable Qingcheng, to the edge of a cliff.

At this time, Venerable Qingcheng was wearing a bright red robe covering his slender and tall body, and his blood-stained white hair was quietly rippling in the wind, turning red into a ball of fire in this icy and snowy field.

The camera gradually zoomed in, and on the screen, his extremely handsome face glowed close at hand, like a god, possessing magical power in an instant, and his bloodthirsty eyes were breathtaking.

Although Venerable Qingcheng is one of the few late Mahayana cultivators in the entire comprehension world, the leaders of this group of various sects are at least at the Nascent Soul stage, and several of them are ancestors of the Void Return stage who have been reclusive for a long time. Do your best in the realm of comprehension.In this way, the Venerable Qingcheng beheaded more than half of them, but he couldn't kill them all in one blow. He was forced to come here with injuries, and was surrounded and suppressed.

"You ants, are you also trying to compete with this deity?" Venerable Qingcheng raised his head, wiped the blood on his lips with the back of his hand, smiled coldly, and looked calm.

Which of them is not a leader in the cultivation world, everyone has the word "real person" after their dao name, and in the past, only others prostrate and flatter them.However, facing the biggest devil in the cultivation world, the only Mahayana Venerable, even after hearing such contemptuous words, they did not dare to fight back at all, and they all cheered up.

"Go." The corners of Venerable Qingcheng's lips twitched lightly, his fingers pierced through the blood and flames, and his weird Nine-Life Demon Saber slightly raised, as if in response.Immediately, the flame released invisible power, which spread wave after wave like a heat wave.

The void of white snow and night on the screen suddenly turned dark red.The invisible high-temperature heat waves hit from all directions, distorting everything in the field of vision.

The righteous men who thought victory was in sight just a moment ago felt something was wrong in an instant, and each of them felt as if they were soaked in hot lava and were about to burn to ashes.

Terrified, everyone used their killing moves, all kinds of flying swords were suspended in the air for a while, and those with sword spirit and sword intent even climbed out.The collision of gold and iron is more like the rustling of blood splashing, the muffled sound of flesh and bones being broken...

Dazzling flames fluttered across the void, like heavy snow in winter.

"The soul is coming." Venerable Qingcheng's voice was soft and shallow, and he stood in midair with a smile all the time. He sacrificed a one-foot-high ink-black soul-absorbing banner, and pinched out the magic formula with his slender fingers. A heat wave that melted everything rose from the ground, sweeping the sky with fire and rain, the night sky suddenly lit up, wind and fire were born together, and the power of the fire and rain skyrocketed.

Under such power and influence, most of the besiegers couldn't hold on to it. In severe cases, they would explode and die, turning into ashes, and their souls would enter the black ink streamers.

When the overall situation was about to be settled, a white light suddenly fell from the sky, tearing a crack in the sky.A man in white clothes came through the sky, tall and slender, with a meticulous hair bun, deep and slack eyes, and neither joy nor anger between his brows, just like a real fairy in the upper realm.

"It is the Suzerain of Mingjing!"

"Sect Master Mingjing is still alive!"

"The suzerain has broken through Mahayana!"

"We are saved!"

Those who managed to survive till now were just a few Void Returning Stage cultivators, but their spiritual power was exhausted right now, and when they saw someone coming, they were all overjoyed, as if they were saved from a desperate situation.

When Venerable Qingcheng saw Mingjing, his eyes became more and more gloomy and dark, and turned into a smile on his lips: "Mahayana period? Mingjing, not only did you not die, but your cultivation base has also improved."

"Yes." Mingjing raised his light eyelashes, slightly lifted the ends of his eyes, he stepped on the void, and the flying sword he sacrificed was continuously releasing golden lights.

"Why did you come?" The corners of Venerable Qingcheng's lips raised, and the black soul-absorbing banner swung upwards, and blood bubbles appeared on the scattered corpses of the cultivators. In the blink of an eye, thousands of buildings rose from the blood red. Chuo's ghost shadow surrounded Ming Jing.

Mingjing's heart suffocated, and as soon as the flying sword came out, a golden border visible to the naked eye spread quickly along the continuous halo, shaking the ghost to pieces.

His voice was calm and upright, with a power that penetrated people's hearts: "Come for the way of heaven, and come for the thousands of cultivators who died at your hands."

"The way of heaven? Thousands of cultivators? What is it? The Dao is ruthless, and this deity cultivates this ruthless way. What's the point of ants?"

Venerable Qingcheng looked disdainful, his deep and bottomless blood pupils slowly turned, and a cold and mocking smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Why don't you just say that you came here to kill your whole family of Taoist companions for this deity? Is it for the soul-destroyed juniors of the clan? Is it for the bloodbathed Kunlun sect? You have a dignified appearance, and you can’t hide your original intention to seek revenge from the deity!”

"Master, why bother to be so stubborn." Ming Jing sighed and shook her head, but her face was as cold as before.

He jumped up lightly in the air, his plain moon white Taoist robe and the belt tied with blue satin fluttered softly, like a small trace of early winter snow floating in the smoke of the fire.But the attack was fierce and ruthless, the sword energy was extremely domineering, and the majestic and cold metal force instantly turned the ghosts into balls of fuzzy blood, and his pupils were blinded with scarlet.

With ghost screams and dripping blood, Venerable Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and sharp murderous intentions suddenly appeared layer by layer, because he recognized the opponent's complete and pure golden sword intent.To be able to be so complete and pure is not possible unless you have cultivated the sambhogakaya!

"To be able to cultivate this body, Mingjing, you are really a blessing in disguise." Venerable Qingcheng was startled first and then envious, squinting into a line, extraordinarily handsome, long and bright, wishing he could immediately swallow the body of Buddha fruit in front of him alive.

The spirit beast Yazi beside him was concentric with the Lord, transformed from a dragon head into a jackal body, and its vigorous body suddenly flew up obliquely.Yazi stepped on the firelight and pinched towards Mingjing's throat.

But Qingqing didn't take any action to deal with it, and a monstrous golden glow appeared on his body, which was a holy beast white tiger striding forward!

Under the ubiquitous roar of the tiger, the icy face of Venerable Qingcheng was also shocked, and when he moved away with the knife, it could not stop the white tiger from intimidating Muli.When Baihu Xuying scooped up the animal claws, Yazi's back muscles tore a slender opening, the spine split open, blood gushed out, and the dragon tendon was lost!

"It seems that you have fully integrated the power of the white tiger." Venerable Qingcheng narrowed his eyes, like a bright red long and narrow blood knife, and said lightly.He didn't look at Yazi again, he clenched the Nine-Life Demon Knife tightly, and all his spiritual power was concentrated on it.

The wind did not know when it had stopped. In the phantom of the white tiger, the clear sleeves trembled without the wind, and his handsome face was calm. He stared at Venerable Qingcheng: "Yes."

"Very good." Venerable Qingcheng walked towards Mingjing step by step, holding the Nine-Life Demon Knife with a black ghostly aura in his hand, murderous aura overflowing on his handsome and gloomy face, his tone was so cold that there was no warmth: "That would be even more damning."

……

They are both in the Mahayana stage, even if Venerable Qingcheng is in the late stage of Mahayana, and Mingjing has only just broken through, he is still no match for Mingjing's innate white tiger body that has not been seen for thousands of years, let alone he has miraculously fully integrated the power of the white tiger and cultivated The body of Buddha fruit.

The white tiger, the leader of all beasts, can fight and fight, subdue ghosts, and devour ghosts.

It is simply the nemesis of the double cultivation of devils like Venerable Qingcheng.

When receiving the last heavy blow, Venerable Qingcheng didn't even have time to blew himself up, and was pierced by the opponent's overwhelming sword energy, making a dull sound.The physical body is dead, the dharma body is completely destroyed, the spiritual consciousness is shattered, and the spiritual power can no longer gather even a breath.

With the master declining and the vitality weak, those bloodthirsty ghosts were not restrained, waiting for the opportunity to go forward and gnaw madly. By the time Venerable Qingcheng fell to the ground, his white and transparent skin had rotted away, just like a living corpse.

On the half face of the ferocious face with bones exposed, a smile surfaced, with an unworldly innocence and eerieness.

"The deity will come back again."

Mingjing remained silent, except for the dazzling golden glow on his hand, which spread across the entire screen, and his field of vision had been reduced to a sea of ​​golden yellow, faintly visible, and the pile of bones turned into ashes.