The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

There is nothing... just in the blink of an eye, Wushuigou has disappeared, and the mountains on three sides merge together to form a mountain filled with yellow sand.

This is the corpse of the Green Sand Beast. With the weathering and decomposition of time, it is estimated that it will completely blend with the water and soil here in less than a thousand years, and become a real soil mountain.

No matter how many times the stars move, it will no longer have any movement.

So what about Xie Qingwan?

Rong Ling was almost out of breath, looking down from the top of the mountain, the original ravine had been filled with boulders and broken logs, and Xie Qingwan was buried in the land under his feet.

Rong Ling couldn't help but bend down, she suddenly lost her strength, and knelt down on the edge of the cliff, letting her long hair and robes be blown by the strong wind, the blood on her face hadn't dried up: "Xie Qingwan..."

With dry eyes, Rong Ling couldn't help laughing, remembering that when he went out in the morning, Xie Qingwan was still a real person, and he agreed to pick mushrooms to make soup for her.

As a master, she really failed so badly that she couldn't even keep her only disciple, so what qualifications did she have to teach her without shame?

Rong Ling paused, then suddenly remembered something.

By the way, the sound transmission mirror, and the sound transmission mirror, this is what she gave Xie Qingwan, and she should carry it with her.

Rong Ling hurriedly took out the sound-transmitting mirror from his sleeve, and summoned Xie Qingwan with his thoughts, but the mirror remained motionless, and there was no light at all.

Rong Ling didn't believe it, she mobilized her spiritual power and was about to try again, but suddenly felt a fishy and sweet taste coming from her throat, she couldn't hold it back anymore, a mouthful of blood sprayed from her throat onto the mirror, like a plum blossom blooming brightly.

"Shen Zun..." A disciple who came behind him anxiously said, "You have just fought a battle, so don't worry any more, lest you get angry."

Rong Ling turned a deaf ear to it, and continued to use his spiritual power to activate the sound transmission mirror, but he couldn't stop feeling dizzy.

Until his eyes went black for a while, and with the urgent call of his disciples, Rong Ling was exhausted and completely passed out.

When he woke up again, he was in Wu Da's home, and the voice of a disciple's conversation sounded outside: "Oh, looking at the current situation of Shenzun and Senior Brother Wen, we have to wait for them to wake up before going back home, but it's a pity, Junior Sister Xie. "

"No, this little junior sister is really miserable. She just entered the sect and lived a good life for a few days, and she encountered such misfortune..."

The voice of the conversation weakened, and there were two sighs that coincided with each other.

Rong Ling drooped his eyes for a moment of silence before sitting up from the bed.

Hearing the commotion inside, disciples hurriedly came up to greet him outside: "Is the deity better?"

"Hmm..." Rong Ling responded, and when he went out, he saw that there were very few disciples from the sect outside, "Where are the others?"

"Return to God, Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters will go into the mountain to check if there is any abnormality, and if there is nothing wrong, they will come back soon." Seeing that Rong Ling's face was pale, the disciple hurriedly said with concern, "Does God need to rest for a while? "

"I'm fine..." Rong Ling shook his head, "Go and do your work."

After getting her order, the disciple didn't stay any longer, and went into the mountain with other fellow disciples.

Rong Ling supported the table and chairs and sat down, only to realize that his body was really hard to see. The original white clothes were now mixed with blood and mud, and he looked really embarrassed.

She tried her best to hold on, pinched a cleansing formula, and the whole talent became clean again.

After getting rid of the smell of blood and earth, Rong Ling smelled another scent, which came from the stove house.

It was the pot of chicken soup that Xie Qingwan had stewed before he left, and it was gurgling and steaming at the moment.

Rong Ling couldn't help taking a few steps forward, as if Xie Qingwan had never left, as long as he walked in, he could see Xie Qingwan cooking ingredients in front of the stove, turning his head and smiling to call her Master.

But no, the house was empty except for the smell of chicken soup.

so hungry...really hungry...

This is the first time Xie Qingwan realizes that tranquility can be so scary, so scary that people only hate why they can't die.

Originally passed out, Xie Qingwan was awakened by the hunger that almost stirred up the stomach.

It's ridiculous to say that although she has washed her marrow and built her foundation, she still hasn't bigu. She just thinks about cooking something delicious for Master every day, and she never stops to eat.

Her whole body was in severe pain, especially her chest, which seemed to be hurt by something, Xie Qingwan remembered that it was a sound transmission mirror, and with hope in her eyes, she took it out from the skirt.

Unfortunately, in the next second, the shattered mirror ruthlessly cut off her last hope.

The light in Xie Qingwan's eyes dimmed little by little, the wrist holding the sound transmission mirror hangs down, and a self-deprecating smile can't help but appear on the corner of his lips.

Even if it is useful, the master has already made a choice between himself and Wen Qi, hasn't he?

It turned out that the person who was wishful thinking from the beginning to the end was just her.

How can the fate of such a lowly person like her be compared with Wen Qi's righteous disciples of Zhilan Yushu?

Thinking of this, Xie Qingwan couldn't help coughing violently due to the severe pain in his chest.At this moment, there seemed to be something rustling in the darkness.

In the corner, Xie Qingwan sat leaning against the stone wall, when he raised his head, the blood on his face was mixed with dust: "Master, are you here to save me?"

There was no movement in that voice, Xie Qingwan had a smile on his face that he didn't know whether he was puzzled by himself or who he was mocking, he clenched the dagger in his hand, and his long eyelashes covered the coldness in his eyes.

Of course she wouldn't wishful thinking that the other party was Rong Ling.At this moment, Xie Qingwan realized that if he wanted to survive, he couldn't rely on anyone, and the only thing he could rely on was himself.

As if aware of her killing intent, the movement of the visitor suddenly accelerated and rushed forward.

In this quiet space, there was a pattering sound from the ground, just when he was about to be hit, Xie Qingwan jumped up, gripped the dagger in his hand, and stabbed it hard.

The assailant who was stepping on his feet seemed to want to resist, Xie Qingwan hesitated a little, and was about to be thrown off his back by the opponent.

In the dizziness, she bit her lower lip tightly, pulled out the dagger, and inserted it hard again, repeating this over and over again, without even noticing that the blood splashed on her face, until the opponent fell down completely, stirring up a cloud of dust, Xie Qing pulled Then he let out a breath clenched in his teeth.

Only then did she realize that even if she couldn't find a reason to live, she didn't want to die.

A bead appeared in front of his eyes, illuminating the narrow space.

It turned out that what she killed was an eight-legged spider as big as a desk table, and this bead was the spider's demon pill.

The voice of the demon in my mind sounded: "Eat it, you will live after eating it."

This time, without any hesitation, Xie Qingwan grabbed the demon pill and swallowed it.

In just a blink of an eye, Yaodan and Xie Qingwan's bodies repel each other, as if two forces are fighting in the body, Xie Qingwan, who is the receptor, breathes out in pain, his internal organs seem to be on fire, Sweat dripped down his chin, but no matter what, he was unwilling to swallow the demon pill that was enough to save his life.

Leaning against the stone wall like this, looking at the dark stone above his head, for an unknown amount of time, Xie Qingwan felt his body warm up again.

After swallowing the Yao Pill, her night vision improved a lot, and she finally had time to start looking at where she was.

There are huge boulders piled up in all directions, with all kinds of strange shapes, and they should have fallen into the belly of this giant beast along with her.

Since it is in the belly of the green sand beast, it is not surprising to encounter anything.

Xie Qingwan followed the gaps in these stones, looking for a way out.

Then she realized that things were not as simple as she imagined.

The belly of the green sand beast is like a Gu box with all kinds of poisons. They fight and restrain each other, and no one can subdue the other.

Fortunately, unexpected accidents caused these monsters to be trapped in various narrow spaces, and Xie Qingwan was lucky enough to save his life.

But she knew very well that all of this was only temporary, for example, the surrounding stone walls were about to move at this moment, as if something was about to poke its head out.

After merging with the Spider Demon Pill, Xie Qingwan's reaction became much quicker. She turned her head and drew her knife, and cut off a section of vine, which was the vine demon that pulled herself into the ground earlier.

Recalling the painful memory at that time, Xie Qingwan's breathing stopped, and his whole body fell into chaos, as if he was looking for his own death, he began to fight to the death with the vine demon.

Kill, just keep killing like this.

In the chaos, there was only one thought in Xie Qingwan's mind, only the blood from the killing could calm down the boiling blood in her body a little bit, and also made her stop thinking about those unnecessary things.

The sky is dark and the earth is dark, there is no day and night in the underground world, Xie Qingwan can't remember how many days and nights have passed, how many monsters he has killed, and how many monsters are waiting for her to destroy.

The only thing Xie Qingwan remembers is that her realm is constantly breaking through. In this dark place like a hell, she is almost about to become the master of everything, and no monster dares to provoke her again.

Even the inner demons in the consciousness appeared less and less frequently until they finally became silent.It's a pity that Xie Qingwan won't let it go because of this, she searched around in her consciousness, and finally found the shadow of the heart demon in the corner, enduring the pain in her consciousness as if being torn apart, and forced it Rip it out.

"Don't...don't kill me..." Crouching on the ground in front of him, the so-called demon was still in human form.

Xie Qingwan turned a deaf ear to it, a spiritual sword melted from his palm, and his unconcealed killing intent made her look like a hell Shura, saying word by word: "If I don't kill you, I won't be able to vent my anger."

"Ha, haha." The group of human figures knew that they were bound to die, "You idiot, do you really take me seriously?"

Xie Qingwan squinted her eyes, and the sword in her hand paused: "Are you... a flower demon?"

"That's right, it's me." The flower demon simply showed off, "Don't you want to know... ah—"

Before she finished speaking, she let out a miserable scream. It turned out that Xie Qingwan had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and used fire to ignite it.

Seeing that her last demon soul was about to be destroyed by the raging fire, the flower demon yelled: "You lunatic, you are the same lunatic as your master..."

In the past, Rong Ling could not help but kill her with an ice attack, but now Xie Qingwan's fire technique is even more proficient, before the consciousness is completely wiped out, the flower demon has only one thought in her mind.

It really is the same master and apprentice, even though Xie Qingwan is already unwilling to admit it.

It wasn't until this moment that Xie Qingwan realized that there was no demon at all from the beginning to the end.

It turned out that on that night in Jingcheng, the flower demon planted a heart in the enchanted realm for her, and used the heart to escape into her sea of ​​consciousness to avoid Rong Ling's pursuit, and wanted to arouse Xie Qingwan's mind. evil thoughts, looking for opportunities to manipulate her.

No wonder it stopped talking every time Rong Ling appeared, because it was afraid of being discovered.

Unfortunately, by the time he reacted, it was too late.

Xie Qingwan spread his hands, looked at his palm, and black air spread in it.

This is the real inner demon, unable to speak, silent, but flowing in her blood all the time, reminding herself of those unwillingness and resentment in the past, reminding that Rong Ling was at Wen Qi and herself at that time. How to choose between.

Every moment, it reminds Xie Qingwan that he is so worthless, not worthy of being looked down upon by anyone, let alone in his heart.

madman?

so what?

She used to be naive, so what did she get in return?

Xie Qingwan held the sword in his hand, and slashed at all directions. The whole underground world was shocked by the lightning and flint, and it sank downward. Numerous traces were chiseled.

The evil energy from all directions overflowed into Xie Qingwan's body along the gap and was absorbed by her.

She gritted her teeth and supported the sword, bearing all this forcefully, her body seemed to burst open.

Not only that, the infinite monster power contained in the petrified green sand beast also rushed towards her, and the blue monster mist filled the sky, wrapped Xie Qingwan around it, and then invaded her consciousness.

Numerous times of tearing and pulling, like an iron being tempered in flint and then immersed in cold water, Xie Qingwan couldn't stop trembling all over. Between the intermingling of cold and heat, her skin, bones, and even hair seemed to be reborn. Being forged once, it became another person, or—a demon.

Between heaven and earth, since then, there has been no thank you.

The author has something to say: I finally wrote a small part of the update on the 14th (scratching my head)

I believe that after reading this, many readers will think, the second world Rong Ling forgives the person who hurt her so quickly, so what to do next, what is the follow-up and where did it come from, so what does the follow-up mean?So what is the follow-up, let's find out what the follow-up is.

Well, this is what the follow-up editor will share with you.I hope that after reading this content carefully compiled by the editor, you can understand the relevant knowledge and solve your confusion.

(It’s very happy to skin it. As for the follow-up, you will naturally know if you follow it patiently)