Paranoid villains always go crazy [Quick Transmigration]

The black mist gradually faded, and the bonfire in the cave that was destroyed by the strong wind was rekindled.

Lingxu looked down at "his" hands. His fingers were white and slender. There was a layer of calluses on his right hand, which had been practicing swords for a long time.

"It's really a young body with excellent bones." He adapted to the new body, turned around on the spot, and dusted off his sleeves in satisfaction.

He was holding the ice-blue soul-gathering stone in his palm, on which Qiu Luo's spiritual consciousness still remained, and Lingxu didn't rush to erase his brand immediately.

Right now, there is still Lin Jinran, the great enemy. Once he frees his hand from the devil's lair, he may find out that his little disciple has been "taken away" by him at any time. The soul-gathering stone is also troublesome in hand.

"I still need to get rid of Lin Jinran..." Lingxu narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

The body that once belonged to Fang Yu's real body fell limply at the entrance of the cave, covered with dead branches and fallen leaves, his skin was pale and stiff, his soul was swallowed up by the spirit void, and he was completely cold.

Lingxu didn't even look at the corpse, straightened his clothes, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into the night in the direction of Yaoxian Valley.

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To the east of Yaoxian Valley, in a huge valley stretching from north to south, there is already a strange sea of ​​black mist at this moment.

The valley was like a deep gap opened by a huge axe. The magic cave buried deep in the ground continuously overflowed with magic energy. The thick black mist surged and rolled in the valley, and gradually spread to the surroundings.

Almost none of the nearby villages and the small sects located in the mountains were spared, and all of them suffered disasters. The elders with profound cultivation in the sect escaped, while those low-level disciples were almost all buried in the magic mist. The flesh and blood turned into blood, leaving only bones, not to mention the ordinary villagers in the mortal world.

The elders of the Xuyun Sect had already arranged a huge formation in the valley before, in an attempt to seal and suppress the exposed devil's lair.

However, I didn't expect that there were more than one nightmare demon under this devil's lair, and their strength was extremely tyrannical. It didn't take long for the formation to faintly start to disintegrate.

The Xuyun Sect got angry, and immediately sent envoys to ask for help, and invited Lin Jinran and several other powerful sects to deal with the escaped nightmare and re-seal the magic lair.

The cold wind howled in mid-air, and a group of elders and real people from various sects stood over the valley. The sky was covered by thick gray lead clouds, and the sun never leaked. The magic mist billowed under their feet, and the wind billowed around them.

A large golden formation gradually took shape in the hands of everyone. This is a mountain and river formation specially used to seal the magic lair.

A large golden net was buckled upside down on the endlessly running formation, and the monsters gushing out of this valley were firmly imprisoned in the net.

Countless treasures flying out from the sleeves of the elders of the Xuyun Sect fell into the eyes of the formations one by one. At a critical moment, the elders of the Xuyun Sect couldn't care less about these treasures, and the top priority was to solve the evil troubles .

On Xuyunzong's side, Gu Changfei stood in front of the disciples, leading a group of disciples from various sects to observe and wait for dispatch.

Although he is the head disciple, but for such a big event, it is not his turn to take part in the battle, he can only watch and obey orders.

The process of sealing the magic lair was safe and sound, Gu Changfei looked around, and saw that only Master Lin of the Cangming Sword Sect came alone, not even a disciple who was waiting for him, and Qiu Luo, whom he was thinking about, did not even have a shadow.

Gu Changfei thought it was a pity in his heart, and couldn't help but glance in Lin Jinran's direction, could it be that the master Lin locked Qiu Luo up again?

When he went to the Cangming Sword Sect as an envoy last time, he heard that Sect Leader Lin had accepted a new disciple, and he loved him very much. Gu Changfei thought to himself, if Sect Leader Lin had a new favorite, maybe he wouldn't care about Qiu Luo?

Just when Gu Changfei was thinking about something, a strong vibration suddenly came from the ground.

In an instant, the valley shrouded by the formation shook and shook, countless boulders shattered and rolled down in the howling wind, and rumbling dark clouds and muffled thunder came from afar.

The sky seemed to be pierced by some soaring impact, and the torrential rain fell immediately. The sky and the earth were turned upside down, and the field of vision was instantly filled with heavy rain and lightning.

The elders of all sects didn't care about the thunderstorm. Everyone looked towards the gap in the valley and saw a few cloudy and changing phantoms gradually condensing into a human form in the hole of the magic cave. Melting together, three heads grew out of the upper end, and blurred facial features emerged, ferocious and ugly.

The three-headed nightmare frantically tore at the mountain and river array that suppressed it, and laughed wildly in its mouth: "A group of ants, when I get out of trouble, they will definitely devour you all and become nourishment for my advancement!"

The golden array and the thick black mist are constantly circling and rubbing, and the intertwined and squeezed places are constantly making teeth-stinging scratching sounds.

The faces of the several elders holding the formation were extremely ugly, and they all suffocated their strength to apply mana to the eyes of the formation.

Lin Jinran stood calmly above the formation, his green clothes fluttering in the strong wind, and the dark patterns of green bamboos on the hem of his clothes glowed with brilliance.

He looked coldly at the treacherous black mist and nightmares under his feet, with a calm expression on his face, surrounded by several translucent silver and white sword shadows, resisting all the dissipated demon energy.

The nightmare trapped by the formation was roaring and roaring, and the tentacles of devilish energy extending in all directions tried to escape from the gap in the formation.

The surrounding air was filled with endless cold and viscous magic mist. It seemed that there was something of the same origin in Lin Jinran's body, faintly echoing it, and he was extremely excited.

He is not at all like the elders of Xuyun Sect and other sects who hate those monsters, but has a sense of déjà vu.

In his blood, within his consciousness, there was a certain obscure voice silently urging.

Go swallow it!Get stronger!

Lin Jinran took a deep breath and frowned slightly. He should have completely controlled and digested the power of the inner demon by virtue of the miraculous effect of Red Lotus Youhua, why would he still be affected...

"Master!"

A familiar voice suddenly came from a distance, Lin Jinran was startled, woke up from his contemplation, and looked back immediately.

Under the dark sky, through the torrential rain, a figure flew from far away from the sky.

The man came with a sword, dressed in a familiar blue strong suit, which was the costume of a disciple of the Cangming Sword Sect. He waved at Lin Jinran and approached him quickly.

"Why are you here!" Lin Jinran's eyes flickered with surprise, and his heart sank slightly, "I didn't ask you to stay on the mountain!"

Although his face was not good-looking, but his worry about Qiu Luo got the upper hand, and he subconsciously went up to her.

There was still half a valley and magic circle between the two of them. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a sect elder hadn't received spiritual power supplement for a long time.

The mountain and river formation that suppressed the Nightmare suddenly opened a gap, and the magic mist that attacked everywhere rushed forward as if smelling a bloody shark, tearing the gap wider and wider.

A black flame soaring into the sky scorched and burned, and it turned into a condensed nightmare, laughing wildly in mid-air.

The Nightmare was right between Qiu Luo and Lin Jinran, separating them.

Lin Jinran's face changed, and when he raised his hand, a sword light slashed at the Nightmare: "Aqiu! Go back!"

"Qiu Luo" showed surprise in his eyes, and his footsteps paused, as if he didn't hear Lin Jinran's words, he still flew straight in his direction.

That nightmare demon was very cunning. The black mist surging around him was split in two by the sword light, and then quickly closed in another place. It directly avoided Lin Jinran's attack, and instead turned into a giant black hand. Lo catch it!

When the treacherous magic mist spread its five fingers, it covered the sky and covered the ground, as if it wanted to cover the entire sky.

In contrast, Qiu Luo's figure was like a blue dot in the dark night, which was completely engulfed by the thick black magic fog in an instant, like a withered green leaf in the autumn wind.

"Qiu Luo!" The lightning flashed across Lin Jinran's pale face, and his heart contracted unexpectedly.

Regardless of flying forward, he chased straight after the figure that was almost engulfed by the black mist, and the sword light in his hand made an irresistible momentum that shook the sky, smashing the demonic energy hidden by the nightmare demon into pieces, and finally snatched away his beloved Little disciple.

Lin Jinran stretched out his hand and hugged "Qiu Luo", until he touched the real body and felt the warm body temperature, the lifted heart was put back into the chest cavity, and the tense nerves were relaxed.

"Why are you so disobedient to the teacher's words—"

Before Lin Jinran could finish his sentence, "Qiu Luo" in his arms suddenly opened his eyes and grinned at him inexplicably.

"Good master, take a closer look at who you are hugging!"

Lingxu slapped Lin Jinran's chest fiercely!

The strong magic power of the monk who was also in the Transcending Tribulation Period broke through Lin Jinran's true energy defense at close range, and the violent attack instantly invaded his body, bursting and impacting all the limbs along the chest.

A cyan thin sword pierced his lower abdomen, and the blood-stained sword tip protruded from his back, and the dark red blood was washed away by the heavy rain.

Lin Jinran let out a muffled snort, and almost fell down from mid-air. His face was ashen, and the blood faded from his lips. His eyes widened suddenly, and he stared at the familiar "Qiu Luo" in disbelief. But the face.

"You're not Ah Qiu, you're—"

In an instant, Lin Jinran's eyes were covered with a layer of blood that could not be melted away, and a heart-wrenching feeling came to his heart. His heart and consciousness were torn back and forth by a strong anger and pain, as if they were about to burst.

A series of sporadic pictures seemed to break free from some shackles, and those mottled pasts that he had forgotten all suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Qiu Luo was poisoned in the secret realm of the Devil's Lair, and Shangyuan Festival watched the little apprentice and other people flirting with each other. Those words of betrayal, true and false, were like the curse of the devil, constantly echoing in his ears...

"Shangyuan Festival, I am waiting for Master!"

"I expected that Master would come to save me. He was infected with the poison of the Nightmare Demon, and he will have to retreat for a long time to heal his wounds. He can't take care of himself. How can he control me..."

"Senior Brother Gu, this is a unique flower in the whole world, it is my heart..."

Lin Jinran's mind was muddled, and he kept recalling those scenes that he had forgotten. A frenzied and obscure force seemed to break through some kind of shackles and rampage in his body.

The heart-piercing pain in the left chest was endless like a needle prick. Lin Jinran was covering the puncture wound on his abdomen, and the blue clothes were soaked with dark red blood.

The dark, almost viscous devilish energy gushed out of him, and it could no longer be concealed, completely exposed to the eyes of everyone!

Headed by Xu Yunzong, a group of righteous elders saw Lin Jinran's half-demonic appearance, and they all turned pale with fright.

"What's going on? Is Master Lin infected by Nightmare?"

"Lin Jinran is clearly under the poison of the nightmare! The situation is so serious that it is not a matter of a day or two!"

Gu Changfei opened his mouth wide in shock: "Master Lin, he actually attracted a demon into his body!"

His eyes fell on Qiu Luo nervously, and he shouted: "Qiu Luo, come here quickly! Be careful of Master Lin, he is possessed!"

The people present were originally confronting the Nightmare suppressed by the magic circle. At this critical moment, they did not expect the situation to deteriorate rapidly, and Lin Jinran became the enemy.

The elders of the various sects had to point their magic weapons at Lin Jinran one after another, and looked at him vigilantly, with doubts, contempt, shock, and anger, all kinds of eyes.

In mid-air, a gloomy black mist formed between Lin Jinran's brows, making his face paler and gloomy.

Holding Qiu Luo's body, Lingxu drew out his long sword and pointed it at Lin Jinran. In front of everyone, Zhengyi said loudly: "Master, as the head of a sect, you actually work with the devil and attract the devil into your body. Now Taking advantage of everyone's unpreparedness, you deliberately broke the magic circle and released the Nightmare Demon, you really let the disciple down!"

"This kind of behavior, the disciple can't cover it up, you'd better be obedient and catch it!"

His words stabbed in like a knife, Lin Jinran's body shook violently, and he stared at Qiu Luo's face with a strange gaze in a daze.

The sword that stabbed him had already been withdrawn, but he felt the pain again, his heart twitched and convulsed as if pierced by an extremely sharp thing.

Lin Jinran's lips moved, and he murmured: "Aqiu...Aqiu...why..."

Why betray him, abandon him...

The blood and black mist in his field of vision became thicker and thicker, and his mind was in chaos. Holding the silver long sword, he subconsciously approached "Qiu Luo" step by step.

At this moment, no one else was in his consciousness, the dark sky, the torrential rain, the struggling nightmare, and the hostile crowd all moved away from him, becoming a black and white silent background.

Lingxu Sanren took a step back vigilantly. Could it be that Lin Jinran has completely gone crazy after the poison entered his body?

Seeing Lin Jinran approaching Qiu Luo with a sword, Gu Changfei was extremely anxious: "Qiu Luo! Run, he wants to kill you!"

The situation was critical, so his heart was overwhelmed, he took out his magic sword, and stabbed straight at Lin Jinran!

The elders of other sects also surrounded Lin Jinran and treated him as an enemy.

The target of everyone's criticism, today is the day of Lin Jinran's death!

Lingxu laughed triumphantly in his heart, raised the rapier in his hand, and Gu Changfei and Gu Changfei attacked Lin Jinran at the same time.

Lin Jinran stopped in mid-air, his whole body was filled with demonic energy, and the dark red pupils deeply reflected "Qiu Luo"'s expression full of murderous intent.

Even the silver long sword in his hand was gradually stained with black devilish energy.

At the moment when the deadly attack of the two was about to approach Lin Jinran, an ice-blue spar suddenly shot out from Lingxu's sleeve, and landed in front of Lin Jinran.

The soul-gathering stone emits a strong light blue light, almost blinding people's eyes.

The light enveloped Lin Jinran extremely softly, like a gentle embrace, with a warm but not burning temperature.

Endless green vines grew out, tightly wrapped around Lin Jinran's waist, and took him away from Lingxu and Gu Changfei's swords.

However, he was hit by two people's powerful charges, and a section of the vine was cut into broken branches by the sharp energy, and fell off in mid-air.

Lin Jinran was startled, the familiar and friendly aura emanating from these vines, he would never admit that it was Qiu Luo!

He immediately recovered from his muddled thoughts, and gradually regained his senses.

His gloomy eyes glanced coldly at Lingxu and Gu Changfei, and with a wave of his hand, the silver long sword split into countless sword shadows in the blink of an eye, turning into two sword dragons, tearing the attack of the two into pieces.

Gu Changfei was thrown out like a sword in the chest, his blood surged up, and he vomited out from his throat.

Lin Jinran didn't take Gu Changfei seriously at all, he walked step by step towards Lingxu whose face changed drastically.

The devilish energy stained his blue robe, his long hair fluttered in a mess behind his head, countless sharp sword points surrounded Lingxu, and his energy was completely locked.

"Return the disciples of this seat! Otherwise, die!"

Lingxu Sanren didn't expect Lin Jin to be able to control his mind after becoming a demon. Right now, there are elders from other sects staring at him. He regained his determination to retreat, and repeated his old trick. He slapped Tianling Gai, and his soul escaped. At the moment when Lingxu came out of his body, countless tough vines strangled his limbs tightly, and the shining soul-gathering stone quietly floated in front of him. It fell between his eyebrows.

What came oncoming was Lin Jinran's attack that was close at hand.

"Damn it!" As a cultivator in the Tribulation Stage, Lingxu Sanren's spiritual consciousness is not comparable to that of Qiu Luo, and his out-of-body soul showed a hideous expression, "If you don't let me live, the old man will die with you!"

The battle of souls is extremely dangerous, outsiders can't get in their hands at all, and the translucent soul of Lingxu begins to swell, threatening Lin Jinran with self-explosion, if he can't live, Qiu Luo will definitely die.

Lin Jinran's gaze froze suddenly, and his pupils constricted: "Aqiu—"

I saw the soul-gathering stone between Qiu Luo's brows suddenly burst out with dazzling light like the sun, and countless vines grew out of him, like a green silk cocoon, tightly wrapping Qiu Luo's whole body.

The radiant silk cocoon shrinks smaller and smaller, the roar of Lingxu Sanren stops abruptly, and his soul is annihilated, along with Qiu Luo's body.

The vine shrank into a ball of green light, floating in front of Lin Jinran, and slowly falling into his palm.

The soul-gathering stone wrapped in vines turned into a seed.

Lin Jinran held the seed in shock, as if holding something extremely heavy, the blood in his eyes faded little by little, his mood fluctuated, and his fingertips were trembling.

"Aqiu..." He is still alive!

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