A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Cheng Weiwan froze where he was, he swallowed with difficulty, and felt his throat hurt when he spoke: "You guys, calm down."

Meng Xianjue's eyes darkened, he took half a step forward, silently looking at those disciples with strange and crazy faces.

Zhang Chengcan carefully collected the blood on his sword, with a treacherous smile: "It's just a little blood, but it can't kill anyone, and maybe, this little bit of red gold blood can turn your classmates, friends and classmates who have turned into ghost corpses into ghosts." Will the relatives return to their original state?"

All the disciples seemed to wake up from a dream, as if they had just seen through this layer, the hesitation and the remaining guilt in their eyes had disappeared.

Undoubtedly, these words deepened Cheng Weiwan's crisis.

The disciples who were hesitant in their eyes stopped shaking their sword hands this time, and one of them lost his parents and friends in this chaos of ghost corpses, and his expression was the firmest: "Your Excellency, it's just a little blood. Talk about a small sacrifice that can save us, please... save us."

Ling Siyao came from a distance, climbed over a human wall surrounded by disciples with difficulty, and finally arrived at Cheng Weiwan's side. Looking at the hideous wound on Cheng Weiwan's body, he frowned distressedly, and secretly bought a bag in the system space. He took a blood-enriching pill, and while no one was paying attention, he melted it and applied it to the wound.

Cheng Weiwan temporarily sealed the wound on his chest with spiritual power, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, held his head up, and said firmly, "I can't save it."

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples never thought that Cheng Weiwan would refuse, their expressions were very consistent, they were all surprised and lost their composure.

"Why can't you save it? It's obviously because you made a small cut and squeezed out a drop of blood. Why can't you save it?"

"I thought you were a good person at first, but I didn't expect you to be so hard-hearted."

"Since you are so ruthless and unjust, don't blame us for being ungrateful..."

"I'll see who dares to move!" Wei Jiuyang watched the play indifferently for a long time with folded arms, and finally couldn't help it, shouting loudly, "Are you so irresistible to temptation? You listened to Zhang Chengcan's nonsense and hurt our companions what to do?"

Those disciples were obsessed with their obsession: "Junior brother, it's just a small cut to get some blood, it's fine."

Wei Jiuyang sneered: "A small wound? How about each of us draw a small wound on your body to take blood?"

The expression of the disciple who spoke changed, and he only realized the key to this matter at this moment, and his expression changed several times, which was very exciting.

Cheng Weiwan's hands were cold, and his brain was dizzy from blood loss, but his mind is still clear now.

He is a red gold beast, and his blood can save people. It is even mentioned in the original book that monks can improve their cultivation after drinking the blood of the red gold beast, and ordinary people can live forever if they drink the blood of the red gold beast. That's all.

Once he makes this opening, the saved people may be grateful to him at first, but people's desires are always unlimited. His relatives and friends will come to him for help, and those saved by his blood will come to him Asking him to save other relatives and friends, all of them just "make a small cut" and trample on other people's lives so that they can be reborn themselves.

Cheng Weiwan only wants to be Cheng Weiwan, he doesn't want to be a Bodhisattva who saves all living beings.

The bewildered expressions of the other disciples gradually became sober. They seemed to realize how much their request was too much. The previous aggressive aura was swept away, and it was full of guilt and guilt.

Seeing that those disciples were no longer confused by his words, Zhang Chengcan panicked for a moment, but he quickly calmed down and tried to continue to confuse them with words: "Stupid children, Cheng Weiwan just refuses to save him. Watching you die with my own eyes..."

"Shut up!" Wei Jiuyang finally couldn't bear it anymore, he raised his sword and was about to rush towards Zhang Chengcan, but unexpectedly, his sound triggered a strong attack from the ghost corpse.

Before Zhang Chengcan finished speaking, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he looked up in horror, only to find a female ghost in a wedding dress waving her claws horizontally, kicking on the wall of the spirit boat like an agile monkey, and moving towards him. swooped in.

Zhang Chengcan turned pale with shock, instantly lit a spell, and disappeared in front of everyone in an instant.

After he returned to his spirit ship, he still had lingering fears, and he patted his chest for a while before he realized it.

And the female ghost jumped into the air, swung her sharp claws horizontally, bared her sharp teeth, and roared menacingly at the group of ghost corpses. Seeing that she was about to rush into the crowd to fight, she suddenly heard a sweet sound Voice: "Qian Ruo, come back!"

In an instant, a golden thread appeared between the female ghost Qianruo's neck, Qianruo let out a roar, and was completely pulled by the golden thread, just like a kite flying in the sky for a long time, once the thread was retracted, it couldn't fly up.

Ji Xue stood gracefully outside the gate of the spirit boat. Standing among the ghost corpses, she looked particularly pleasing to the eye. She bowed to everyone and smiled.

Behind her, a castle in the air appeared out of thin air, rising from the ground, the waves beat against the rocks, layers of cornices were hidden under the dim light, the momentum was magnificent, and the ghost energy contained in it seemed to be more pure than last time—— Mingyue Building on the Sea.

Meng Xianjue closed his eyes lightly, with cold sweat streaming from his forehead. Cheng Weiwan turned his head to look at him. Seeing that Meng Xianjue was really suffering, he cautiously took a step to the side, but unexpectedly, Meng Xianjue tightened his hands immediately: " Where to?"

Cheng Weiwan raised his eyes and glanced at him. He wanted to place a spirit-gathering restraint around him, but he swallowed the words, and said, "It's okay."

But Meng Xianjue was not at ease, he endured the severe pain and the weakness of the rapid consumption of ghost energy, opened his eyes a slit, and quietly tightened Cheng Weiwan's hand.

Obviously not letting him go.

Cheng Weiwan couldn't break free, blinked, and had to be pulled by Meng Xianjue like a wooden man.

Sensing Cheng Weiwan's movements, Ling Siyao lowered her voice and asked, "What's the matter, why are you so nervous?"

Cheng Weiwan returned to him from the system space: "It's okay, did you know that Zhang Chengcan used the pause tool just now?"

Ling Siyao was immediately changed from the subject, with a pensive look on her face: "I know, the system sensed it just now, but it's not right..."

Cheng Weiwan pretended to discuss deeply with him: "Because Zhang Chengcan is the protagonist in this world, he can't have this kind of thing. This thing was given to him by the people around him, that is to say, the people around him may be Reborn or abnormal data flow, right?"

Ling Siyao's brows were about to twist into twists: "But..."

"...Who could this person be?" The two of them said in unison, Cheng Weiwan turned his head to look at the Mingyue Tower on the Sea, while Ling Siyao bowed his head in thought.

Seeing that Ling Siyao no longer asked herself that question, Cheng Weiwan rolled her eyes and secretly smiled.

Plan pass.

In the distance, Zhang Chengcan saw the Mingyue Tower on the Sea from a distance, and showed a greedy and ferocious smile.

Those few disciples were horrified after seeing the Mingyue Tower on the sea, and looked at Meng Xianjue in disbelief. Even Wei Jiuyang was full of confusion on his face, looking straight at Meng Xianjue, wanting to see Meng Xianjue from Meng Xianjue's face. Come up with some clues.

But they didn't see anything.

We had no choice but to conclude that Meng Xianjue was a ghost cultivator.

But Meng Xianjue couldn't control these things. He didn't hesitate to use the Mingyue Tower in front of everyone, and he was not afraid of exposing his identity as a ghost cultivator. He just wanted to prove that everything he did was for one person.

After all the ghosts came out, they received orders from Meng Xianjue, led by Wu Zhong and Ji Xue, to lead the ghosts to fight against those ghost corpses in an organized way.

There are too many ghost corpses, there is no simple way, but to kill them one by one.

Fortunately, those ghosts will not assimilate into ghost corpses after being bitten by ghost corpses, perhaps because the blood in their bodies has been coagulated and will no longer cause the flow of toxins.

The scene was extremely tragic. Both sides were ignorant and painless. It was a real hand-to-hand combat. Arms were broken, legs were broken, and they barely stood up to find their body balance and continued to fight. Flesh and blood, making the opponent unable to move is considered a win.

But there are too many ghosts.

Ji Xue's red dress was like the sunset glow in the sky, many of the golden threads in her hands were broken, and Wu Zhong was covered in bruises, almost only a skeleton remained, but she still roared tenaciously and raised her sword to fight.

But not only did the number of ghost corpses not decrease, some even moved towards them at a high speed from a distance.

Meng Xianjue endured the pain, his fingernails dug into his palms, blood oozes out.

Knowing Meng Xianjue's pain, Cheng Weiwan made up his mind, tentatively reached out to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and said softly, "Don't worry, take your time."

Meng Xianjue felt the feather-like softness between his forehead, and he opened his eyes instantly, his eyes were full of caution and suspicion.

This is the first time in a long time, since he did those stupid things, the seniors saw him in his eyes.

The knot in his heart was instantly loosened, and the boundless joy almost overwhelmed the pain of the wave after wave. He smiled weakly: "Senior."

Cheng Weiwan wanted to take back his hand, but Meng Xianjue lowered his body and gently pressed his forehead against Cheng Weiwan's palm.

Ling Siyao: "..."

"Wanwan, what happened to him..."

Cheng Weiwan finally didn't move his hand away, he pursed his lips, looked at the young man who looked like a big cat in front of him, his heart was twisted into a ball of wool.

Finally, the Mingyue Building on the Sea could no longer sustain the bites of the ghost corpses. They appeared and disappeared from time to time. The ghosts lost the support of their ghost energy and could no longer move. fertilizer.

Meng Xianjue suffered a backlash and vomited a mouthful of blood. His forehead was covered with cold sweat. He closed his eyes tightly, his face was pale, his body shook, and he was about to fall down.

Cheng Wewan subconsciously went to pick it up, but he didn't expect that Meng Xianjue would press him over. Cheng Wewan didn't expect Meng Xianjue to be so heavy. He couldn't hold on, and fell to the ground with Meng Xianjue.

Ling Siyao's gasped voice sounded: "Wan Wan, are you alright?"

Cheng Weiwan was worried that ghost corpses would come around, and looked around, but only noticed Meng Xianjue's tightly closed eyes, but didn't notice the hand behind his head and the strong arm that tightly hugged his body.

That strength was great, enough to tear him apart and swallow him into Meng Xianjue's body.

Cheng Weiwan struggled to gently lift Meng Xianjue, who was in a semi-conscious state, and let him lean against the wall, while he stood up and stood in front of Ling Siyao and Meng Xianjue, the spirit gun in his hand was ready hair.

He didn't know that the shadow cast by Meng Xianjue's drooping head just happened to block the soft smile on the corner of his mouth, and no one noticed.

Just after Cheng Weiwan stood up, Meng Xianjue moved his lips lightly and said two words: "Wu Zhong."

Hearing the Lord's call, Wu Zhong felt as if he was being helped by a god, and suddenly he was so powerful that he guarded the door of the spirit ship with his own strength, not even a ghost corpse was let in.

And Ji Xue stood under the setting sun, the bright orange light coated her flame-like wedding dress with a thin layer of gold, she turned her head and saw Cheng Weiwan, who was fighting desperately, and the people who were fighting tenaciously. The disciples also saw Meng Xianjue who was secretly directing them with his head down, pretending to be a pig eating a tiger while pretending to be unconscious.

He chuckled lightly.

so good.

But—she never liked being pushed around.

When she turned around completely, she disobeyed Meng Xianjue's order. At this moment, she saw Meng Xianjue's frown suddenly from the corner of her eye.

That moment made her extremely happy, as if hundreds of years of loneliness were not worth mentioning.

She knew that Meng Xianjue's strength was terrifying, and what he was doing now was just pretending to be pitiful to attract that person's attention. It was indeed a wise choice to follow Meng Xianjue—but she felt that it was really boring.

In an instant, the setting sun was like fire, burning to the sky, as if the entire sky was covered with a layer of bright red brocade.

Suddenly a wind blew up beside Ji Xue, and the wind caused raging flames, forming behind her a huge pair of wings that could even shake the sky and the earth.

The fire wings moved slightly, and the flames flowed, burning the bodies of the ghost corpses like stray bullets.

Meng Xianjue finally raised his head, his eyes were too dark to see the light, he locked Ji Xue from a distance, and spoke softly without making a sound.

"What do you want to do?"

Ji Xue returned him with a light smile.

In an instant, the flames erupted instantly, like a sweeping ocean wave, covering the sky and covering the entire land, regardless of whether it was an enemy or an enemy.

It was a sea of ​​flames on a scale no one could have imagined.

Ji Xue's whole body was on fire, her beautiful face was vaguely visible, but she could see the smile on her lips, and her constantly opening and closing lips.

"There is no need to collect the bones. We have been in the dark place for too long. After we're dead, let us bask in the sun."

The movements of Cheng Weiwan's hands gradually stopped, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Meng Xianjue.

Unexpectedly, Meng Xianjue was awake.

Meng Xianjue has already raised his head.

Cheng Weiwan had some bad premonitions in his heart, and was stunned: "Meng Xianjue, what does she mean, is she going to blow herself up? We should stop her..."

The light in Meng Xianjue's eyes was sharp and dazzling, and he shook his head slightly: "Don't worry about her, this is what she is willing to do."