A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Cheng Weiwan already had a big deficit in his body, this burst of spiritual power was enough for him, and he was wounded to go into battle. Not long after he persisted, the arm holding Meng Xianjue gradually lost strength, and his head rested on Meng Xianjue's shoulder , fell into a deep sleep.

Meng Xianjue lowered his head cautiously, with light in his eyes, he gently brushed away the broken hair from Cheng Weiwan's sideburns, carefully studied his face, stroke by stroke, and then described it in his mind, never to forget.

Ling Siyao came quietly: "Let me heal his wounds."

Meng Xianjue raised his head, a glacier appeared in his eyes, his arms around Cheng Wewan were still tighter, and he sent Cheng Wewan to his arms again, hiding strong doubts and distrust.

Ling Siyao was really taken aback by that look, and sighed: "I am right in front of your eyes, and I can still make your senior into nothing. I advise you to take care of the three next to you. They seem to have wanted to kill you for a long time. .”

Meng Xianjue turned his head away, still not letting go of Cheng Weiwan, he found that the three disciples were holding weapons tremblingly in their hands, and all of them were aimed at Meng Xianjue.

Meng Xianjue's tenderness and patience when facing Cheng Weiwan just now disappeared suddenly. He gently let go of the drowsy Cheng Weiwan, and the moment he turned around, the atmosphere around him suddenly changed. Half an inch away from the sheath is full of cold light.

The three disciples shivered and shrank into a ball instantly, their eyes filled with fear.

The leader bit the bullet, forced himself to show a contemptuous expression, and spat in Meng Xianjue's direction.

Meng Xianjue frowned, and suddenly drew out the knife, pointing the knife point directly between the eyebrows of a disciple, and said mercilessly, "Did you see that?"

The disciple who was pointed at by the knife was already frightened, and he subconsciously moved back to let his companion block him.

The leading disciple was quite stubborn, he swallowed his saliva, and said in a trembling voice: "We have seen it all, you are a ghost cultivator!"

As soon as the words fell, his companion beside him was still pulling him secretly, signaling him to talk less.

Meng Xianjue glanced at him and said coldly, "How about I am a ghost cultivator?"

The disciple hesitated for a long time, as if he was thinking, and then cursed with little confidence: "Ghost cultivators are shameful, they deserve to die!"

The expression on Meng Xianjue's face did not fluctuate, he raised the chin of the leading disciple with the tip of the knife, and looked down at him: "In this case, if I don't kill you to wash my knife, how can I live up to Tianlu's high expectations?" ?”

The three disciples immediately huddled together, and the leader even felt the icy temperature of the blade and the tearing pain of the thin skin on his neck.

A cold light flashed in Meng Xianjue's eyes, and no one doubted that he really wanted to kill the three of them.

Fortunately, Ling Siyao appeared in time, he pressed Meng Xianjue's hand, and whispered: "Don't be impulsive."

Meng Xianjue turned his head, the flashing light in his eyes was about to swallow Ling Siyao, but the degree of his turning back happened to be able to see Cheng Weiwan's appearance in his eyes, and that moment of tenderness stopped the turbulent encounter.

Ling Siyao spat in her heart: Bah, double-standard dog.

If you expose your identity in front of Wanwan, you will be the little white flower, and if you expose your identity in front of others, you will be the rustling Overlord Flower.

Ling Siyao roared: How could there be such a double-standard person!

Meng Xianjue didn't seem to intend to listen to Ling Siyao's words, he avoided Ling Siyao's suppression with a clever angle, and dodged to hit the three disciples directly.

At the critical moment, Ling Siyao shouted: "Meng Xianjue, if you really killed the three of them, wouldn't it prove that ghosts practice all kinds of evil?"

Meng Xianjue's long blade had already drawn a line of blood on the neck of the leading disciple, and his face was calm, as if he had returned from the Shura Hell full of karma.

He said indifferently: "What does it have to do with me?"

In his last life, he cared too much about the opinions of the world, so he lived unhappy and died unhappy.

Meng Xianjue remembered all the bad things in his previous life, and he attacked even more ruthlessly, and the lives of the three disciples were hanging by a thread.

Ling Siyao pressed Meng Xianjue's hand firmly, and he shouted: "Meng Xianjue, wake up, what did you promise your senior just now, have you forgotten?"

The word "Senior" seemed to hit some key, and the tension in Meng Xianjue's hand suddenly loosened.

Ling Siyao heaved a sigh of relief, still feeling empty in his heart, he withdrew his hand, rubbed his wrist, and warned: "If you don't want to reveal your identity, just clear their memory of today, it's not worth killing a life, if your senior finds out, he will I'm afraid I'll still be angry with you and nag you for a long time."

Speaking of this, Ling Siyao may not be clear, maybe Meng Xianjue wants to hear his senior nagging more.

Meng Xianjue seemed to think that this plan was feasible, so he withdrew his note and walked closer to the three disciples.

The disciples didn't know that their crisis had been eliminated, they just felt that the smiling young man was not a good thing, so they were even more frightened. Although they were powerless to resist, they looked at him with eyes of deep fear and disgust. to both of them.

Meng Xianjue was merciless, and the spell in his hand pierced the eyebrows of the three disciples in an instant. The intense pain made them all shiver, and their eyebrows and eyes were distorted like an abstract painting.

Ling Siyao was in pain just looking at it, he couldn't help reminding: "Take it easy."

In exchange for Meng Xianjue's indifferent stare.

Ling Siyao lit some wax for the three youths, then made a gesture of pulling the zipper near his mouth, half-closed his eyes, and signaled them to be free.

Meng Xianjue looked back coldly.

After the spell took effect, the three disciples had already passed out, and they would no longer remember what happened within an hour when they woke up.

Meng Xianjue looked at them blankly, then turned and walked towards Cheng Weiwan.

Ling Siyao caught up with him, nagging: "Brother Meng, look, luckily you listened to me, otherwise there would be ghost cultivators in the Huanyan Holy Ruins, and ghost cultivators maliciously hurt people's lives. Someone will definitely investigate thoroughly, and when the time comes, it will not be good for you or your sect, why don't you think about it, what does the whole Tianlu think of you?"

Meng Xianjue said indifferently: "What do other people think of me, and what does it have to do with me?"

He paused for a moment, and looked not far away: "I only care about the opinions of seniors."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw that there was a little red gold beast with silver fur in the place where Cheng Weiwan was supposed to be asleep, at this moment, there was a piece of dead branch lying quietly beside him.

Ling Siyao pinched his hands and gasped.

It must be that Cheng Weiwan still has injuries in his body, and his soul can't last long after leaving his body...

Meng Xianjue's dark eyes turned to Ling Siyao, his teeth were clenched, and his calm tone contained great murderous intent: "What about others?"

Ling Siyao shook his head in confusion, worried that Meng Xianjue would take his anger out on the little beast, so he quickly picked up the red gold beast and held down the little beast's head, trying to minimize his presence.

"You...you ask me, I don't know..."

Cheng Weiwan obviously didn't understand why he suddenly returned to the little beast's body, but he originally wanted to remind Meng Xianjue that the Kunlun wood is special and needs to be treated with caution, but now it seems... there is nothing he can do.

Meng Xianjue couldn't sense Cheng Weiwan's existence at this moment, he managed to concentrate, ignored Ling Siyao and the little red gold beast, and bent over to pick up the Kunlun wood.

Kunlun wood looks ordinary on the surface, just a dry branch, but the power it possesses is mysterious and unfathomable.Meng Xianjue had heard about it in his last life, and he must not take Kunlun wood lightly.

I saw his face was solemn, and when his fingers just touched the Kunlun tree, a strong whirlwind suddenly appeared around the dead branch, and the whirlwind swirled, drilling a deep hole out of the thick soil. What was even more frightening was that the hurricane became The blade, like a pair of small knives, scraped Meng Xianjue's right arm with bloodstains.

Meng Xianjue's face remained unchanged, and he took a step forward.

The distance of this step has caused a world of difference.

Within a step, there is a powerful force field, and the force that weighs more than a thousand pounds makes it hard to imagine that it was erupted from a dead branch.

Meng Xianjue couldn't hold on anymore and was forced to kneel down on one knee.

However, he refused to admit defeat easily, and still held the Kunlun wood firmly in his hands, so that there was no doubt that the violent wind would directly cut off the flesh of his right hand.

Meng Xianjue also understands that the most important thing he should have in reliving this life is the courage to move forward.

In the last life in Tianmen, Zhang Chengcan planned in every possible way. He didn't persevere to the end and fell into a ghost cultivator. This was the first wrong move.

At Ruinqing Cliff, he had the strength to fight against the so-called upright people, but he suddenly lost heart. This was the second wrong move.

Maybe in the last life when he abandoned the Meng family and left the ghost sect, he made a big mistake in his first step.

Therefore, in this life, he will change the stupidity of the previous life, and go all out for every move, without regrets.

Cheng Weiwan looked at Meng Xianjue's appearance and was a little suspicious: "Ling Siyao, can he do that?"

Ling Siyao shook her head: "You can't control him, protect yourself."

While the two were talking, Meng Xianjue suddenly stood up under the heavy pressure.

Cheng Weiwan suddenly felt a violent tremor in the entire secret realm, as if something terrible had happened.

When he looked at Meng Xianjue again, he seemed to have bathed in a sea of ​​blood, and his whole body was completely reborn. He seemed to have realized something from the heavy spiritual pressure of the Kunlun wood, and he could feel the spiritual power and ghost energy in his body surging , gradually expanded and condensed, thus forming a space for storing spiritual power and ghost energy independent of the Lingfu.

Cheng Weiwan gave a "tsk" sound: "Ling Siyao, isn't Meng Xianjue really the male lead?"

This kind of comprehension ability and xinxing should not be possessed by a little villain supporting role in the book.

Thinking about it, he just wanted to sigh.

When he looked up again, Meng Xianjue had already picked up the Kunlun wood and put it into the spiritual pouch. The scar on his right hand was deep enough to see the bone, but he didn't see him hesitate for a moment, he just sent some spiritual power to help the wound Healed, then hastily tore off a strip of cloth and wrapped it up.

Meng Xianjue did not expect that this trip to Huanyan Holy Ruins would benefit him so much.

In Neverland, after he received the inheritance from the ancestors of the Meng family, some things that he had not had time to digest and comprehend seemed to come alive in Kunlun Mu's spiritual field, running around in his mind, and among them the most violent The most famous is Mingyue Building on the Sea.

The Mingyue Building on the Sea is a space formation created by the ancestors of the Meng family to control the Yin soldiers.

The essence is to tear apart the space, to create a space that belongs only to him through a crack outside the space they are in.

This space needs to be nourished by the master's ghost energy to function normally. If the master is powerful, this space can also be moved to Tianlu to transform it into a real entity, but the consumption is unimaginable.

It was under this high pressure that Meng Xianjue comprehended the key to Mingyue Tower on the Sea.

The Mingyue Building on the Sea has successfully condensed, and he only needs to keep his ghosts and corpses in the Moon Building on the Sea for him to use at any time.

This is to feed ten thousand ghosts with one's own body.

Once the Mingyue Tower on the Sea is successfully condensed, it proves that Meng Xianjue is on the way of ghosts, gone forever.

Meng Xianjue was finally on his way to rebirth, and walked out of a path that was completely contrary to his previous life.

In this brief silence, two masked men suddenly appeared from Lin Chong not far away. They blocked Meng Xianjue's way one after the other, with long knives in their hands gleaming coldly.

One of them squeezed his voice and said: "Hand over the treasure you just got! We will spare your life."

Meng Xianjue looked at them indifferently.

Cheng Weiwan and Ling Siyao looked sympathetic.

——Looking at the two masked men sympathetically.

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