A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Xuan Wei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and he straightened his back as usual, surprisingly calm, with some mockery in his eyes: "Rebel."

Meng Xianjue didn't care about Xuanwei's contemptuous attitude, the blade in his hand was as thin as water, and the tip of the knife leaned lightly on the ground, and the boundless ghost spirit savagely plundered the territory. Until this time, both Xuanwei and Cheng Weiwan noticed... …

Meng Xianjue's body did not see the slightest aura fluctuation, he has completely become a ghost cultivator.

From this point of view, the aura and ghost energy in his body no longer fight for the living space, and will not hold Meng Xianjue back. Moreover, compared to the original himself, the ghost energy in his body is more pure, Obviously, it has completely absorbed the inheritance left by the ancestors of the Meng family on Neverland.

Xuanwei's expression became serious in an instant, and he said indifferently, "You want to kill the master?"

The storm gradually dissipated, and the black ghost energy actually absorbed and assimilated the spiritual energy, thus transforming it into Meng Xianjue's power.

Everyone felt that the power around Meng Xianjue was changing, and once this terrifying fluctuation really attacked them, then this person would be much stronger than they imagined.

Meng Xianjue said in a low voice: "I didn't have such thoughts, I just want to tell Master, let you know that you chose Zhang Chengcan, which was the worst decision."

Xuan Wei sneered: "Xianjue, you were once the pride of Tianmen, but you can't live up to this expectation."

Seeing Meng Xianjue's indifference, Xuanwei laughed lowly: "It doesn't matter if you prove yourself, you have already reached Mount Everest, do you think you can leave safely?"

Meng Xianjue was slightly taken aback.

Suddenly, there was a huge humming sound from outside the door.

Xuan Wei stood opposite Meng Xianjue, with a solemn expression, but there was a disobedient smile on the corner of his mouth: "You have already admitted that you are a ghost cultivator, so I will kill Tianlu, so I have no choice but to exterminate relatives righteously."

Xuan Wei suddenly took a step and raised his sword to the sky.

The wind, rain, thunder and thunder seemed to grow and roar around him in an instant, Xuanwei's face was so white that it was blindingly white under the glare of the thunder and lightning, and he couldn't see any color.

"Meng Xianjue, who mutilated his brothers and feet, ruined the sect, and willingly fell into depravity. As a disciple of my Tianmen, he changed to the way of ghosts. Tianlu despises him. Today I will draw a line with you. I, Xuanwei, do not have you as a disciple!"

"Tianmen will no longer accept you, and will no longer arrange any training and teaching behaviors for you, Meng Xianjue, do you know your mistake?"

Hearing this familiar verdict, Meng Xianjue felt a little more relaxed.

His mouth moved slightly: "I don't know."

No one heard him.

And the light from the spirit array almost illuminated the entire dark sky.

In the next moment, there was only a loud noise like thunder coming from outside the door.Both wind and snow have to make way for it.

Under the bombardment of Wanzhang Lingbo, the fragile door pages collapsed. Meng Xianjue quickly jumped aside and left the cusp of the storm. He held his breath, his brows and eyes were sharp in the billowing smoke and dust, and his whole body was filled with coldness.

The little thing in his arms seemed to have inhaled some smoke and dust, and even sneezed several times. Meng Xianjue's brows and eyes softened, and he quietly put his hands into his arms, holding the restless little beast in his arms, and asked, "It's okay." ?"

Cheng Weiwan scratched him with his little paw, and wrote: "Leave me alone, be careful behind you."

A cold light suddenly appeared in Meng Xianjue's eyes, and he made a sudden move, and Zhu Wu drew a beautiful bright arc in midair, barely blocking a ruthless wave of spiritual power.

Suddenly, the spiritual power was broken by the light of the knife, and suddenly shattered into countless thorns of light, which scattered in all directions.

The powerful blow was easily deflected by Meng Xianjue, and Xuanwei's expression finally changed slightly at this moment.

But these changes were not seen by anyone.

Meng Xianjue finally saw that there was a queue of elite disciples of Tianmen lined up outside the gate.

The spirit formation under their feet was majestic and gradually shone with light. Meng Xianjue knew it with just a glance.

Although Meng Xianjue didn't want to admit it, he knew that although his trip back to Tianmen was expected, it also made him fall into Xuanwei's trap.

Xuan Wei purposely expelled him from the Tianmen before the Demon Subduing Formation appeared, but it was only because the Demon Subduing Formation was specially used to defend against foreign enemies.

The elite disciples of Tianmen are the most powerful disciples in Tianmen. They are not hand-picked disciples of the inner sect, nor are they the hardest-working disciples of the outer sect, but they have undergone the most rigorous training, and their overall quality even surpasses that of the inner sect disciples average level.

They are a bit like the forbidden army of the mortal emperors. These elite disciples are responsible for guarding the safety of Tianmen.

But now, these elite disciples who had even been instructed by him armed with heavy troops, all pointed their finger at him.

Although there are legends that Wusuo Hengjiang, the head of the three saints, is so powerful that he can even fight against a city with one person, or against thousands of troops with one person.

But those outside the gate are the elite disciples of Tianmen. They cooperate tacitly and even know all of Meng Xianjue's tricks.

Cheng Weiwan couldn't see the situation outside, but he could feel the dignified atmosphere. He sent the voice directly into Meng Xianjue's mind through thousands of miles of sound transmission: "How is your situation?"

Meng Xianjue didn't reply, just bowed slightly, clenched his fist tightly, the veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible.

Xuan Wei smiled slightly: "Meng Xianjue, Tianmen will clean up the gate today."

He drew his sword suddenly, and the sharp sword light seemed to break the ice, releasing endless murderous aura.

Meng Xianjue's nerves tensed and he looked around.

Strange to say, he didn't feel much pain.

When it was expelled from Tianmen in the last life, it was so mad with hatred, it tried its best just to ask Xuanwei "why", why didn't it believe his words but only believed Zhang Chengcan, who was worthless, why didn't he investigate carefully and judge him thoroughly? Under the death penalty.

But in this life, he no longer has any hope for Xuan Wei.

At this point, Meng Xianjue finally turned positive.

Even if he lives a new life, he can't guarantee that he is Xuanwei's opponent, not to mention that there is an elite team outside the door.

When Meng Xianjue tensed his body, he focused his attention on guarding, but Xuanwei just let out a sword energy and didn't make any other movements, while those elite disciples roared and rushed towards him.

Meng Xianjue only said a word to Cheng Weiwan thousands of miles away at this time: "Sit down."

Cheng Weiwan didn't know what happened outside, and could only feel the intensity of the battle outside to guess how far Meng Xianjue's break with Tianmen had progressed.

But the situation is not optimistic.

Cheng Weiwan felt that Meng Xianjue's breathing gradually became heavy and his movements gradually slowed down. He was obviously injured and his body began to feel tired. He might not be able to hold on in the extremely stressful wheel battle.

Cheng Weiwan was finally worried about Meng Xianjue, struggling to poke his head out of Meng Xianjue's arms, and quietly pushed the cloak away with his small paws, but saw

Nearly a hundred people wore refined armor and were tightly wrapped. All of them looked coldly and looked at Meng Xianjue vigilantly.

And Meng Xianjue was haunted by a ghostly aura, his face was solemn, and he focused his eyes on the demon-subduing formation, but he didn't seem to focus on the real thing.

He slowly closed his eyes... With black hair and white clothes, he moved without wind, and the ghostly aura around him became crazy and violent at this moment.

In an instant, a suspended pavilion appeared out of thin air, and everyone present heard the sound of waves hitting the rocks and waves turning.

Mingyue Building on the Sea.

As soon as the Mingyue Building on the Sea appeared, the expressions of those elite disciples changed, but the rigorous training made them not have the slightest intention of retreating. Instead, they strengthened their belief in fighting Meng Xianjue to the end.

But Xuan Wei always stood by the window, with half of his face hidden in the shadows. After seeing Meng Xianjue summoning the Mingyue Tower on the Sea, he felt a sense of relief.

"Meng Xianjue, I've been waiting for a long time."

Summoned by Meng Xianjue, the ghosts in Mingyue Tower on the Sea came out in full force, screaming and roaring to fight with those elite disciples. Not enough.

It wasn't like this in the previous life.

In the previous life, Xuanwei also suspected that he had an affair with the ghost cultivator, but did not use the demon-subduing formation, but in this life Xuanwei chose to use the demon-subduing formation to restrain him...

Meng Xianjue gritted his teeth and forced out more ghost energy from his body.

The Demon Subduing Formation is specially made to restrain ghosts and demons. This is Xuanwei's home field, and it is impossible for Meng Xianjue to win.

Xuan Wei had already prepared for it.

He didn't want Meng Xianjue to leave Tianmen alive.

In this short period of time, the power of Mingyue Tower on the sea was weakened by half by the demon-subduing array, but it was still destructive. Meng Xianjue gritted his teeth and insisted, but suddenly...

The demon-subduing formation suddenly exploded with enormous power, and the spiritual energy overflowed from the formation, stretched into thin light, and intersected in the air, weaving into a net that Meng Xianjue was powerless to escape from.

Cheng Weiwan's eyes froze: "I'll come."

Meng Xianjue lowered his head, tenaciously supporting the crazily pressed net with his ghostly aura, his face full of disapproval: "Wan Wan..."

He was distracted for a moment, and the net fell down, imprisoning Meng Xianjue in it. It would be fine if it was just locked in the net. When the whole net is completely closed, the spiritual power transmitted from the Demon Subduing Formation will Through this net, it will launch a powerful attack on the ghost or magic energy it senses.

In just a split second, Cheng Weiwan saw that Meng Xianjue's face changed suddenly.

Meng Xianjue seemed to be trying his best to endure the pain, and at the same time, he did not forget to send Cheng Weiwan to the ground so as not to be affected by himself.

"Sorry for dragging you down today."

Meng Xianjue's face was very ugly, he was struggling to breathe, but the Demon Subduing Formation has been sending out spiritual power continuously, which proves that the pain and attack Meng Xianjue suffered has continued and never stopped.

Meng Xianjue didn't believe in fate, so he raised his hand high, trying to break through the net.

But seeing Meng Xianjue's actions, Xuan Wei smiled lightly.

That net is especially good at trapping crooked ways, especially Meng Xianjue.

However, it is impossible for Zhu Wu to break through this net with ghost energy as the front. What Meng Xianjue has done is just in vain.

It's just... Xuanwei cast his eyes on the fluffy ball in the corner that was firmly protected by Meng Xianjue, and his eyes turned cold for a moment.

Unless, that red gold beast can bring him some surprises.

At this time, Cheng Weiwan watched Meng Xianjue's movements, and finally noticed some clues: "Meng Xianjue, don't waste your efforts, as long as you use the ghost energy in this net, the demon-subduing formation will be even more rampant. Not going."

No one knows the Demon Subduing Formation better than Meng Xianjue.

That was a long time ago, when he first worshiped the Tianmen, he set up a large formation for the Tianmen to prevent demons and ghosts.

There was a sneer on Meng Xianjue's face for an instant, but it disappeared in an instant.

Cheng Weiwan kept staring at Meng Xianjue's expression, taking in all his emotions.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, raised his head, and stared at him with a pair of glazed eyes: "Meng Xianjue, let me do it."

Meng Xianjue looked up in surprise.

I saw Cheng Weiwan's body grow rapidly under everyone's gaze, and within a short while, he grew from a little furry mascot to a majestic ancient beast.

He is huge, with upright limbs, and the entire net is about to burst, and some of the fur even flew outside, but Cheng Weiwan lowered his head slightly, and covered the immobile Meng Xianjue under his body , a pair of eyes as big as copper bells looked straight at Xuan Wei, and a low growl sounded like a warning from his throat.

Under Cheng Weiwan's long and soft fur, Meng Xianjue looked gentle, and raised his hand to smooth his restless silver-white hair.

Cheng Weiwan was a little impatient, she lowered her head fiercely and said, "Don't move, just wait."

Meng Xianjue chuckled and immediately withdrew his hand.

The faces of the people around were full of horror and surprise.

The red gold beast... why is it here?