I'm Always the Villain

Sang Jiuchi and Fan Lu had left long ago, but many monks were still standing on the spot, unable to calm down for a long time.

In just one day, they experienced too many things.

He came because of the crusade against Vatican, but encountered a disaster of annihilating the world.

Thinking of what they did to Fan Lu before, the self-cultivation members all lowered their heads in shame.

Everyone shook their heads one by one, defeated the gods who destroyed the cultivation world, and won a complete victory. This should be something worth celebrating.

Thinking of the price Immortal Master Sang paid for this, everyone couldn't help feeling extremely sad.

They won, but it seemed like they lost.

In the distance, many people flew towards here.

They flew very fast, but they arrived in front of everyone in a short while.

Everyone looked intently, and the people who came were none other than those monks who had been "killed" to death by Brahma.

Although they knew that they were not dead just now, relatives and friends still had mixed feelings in their hearts when they saw the return of the dead.

The revived monks returned to their sects or families, some huddled together, some looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and some held back and just stood there in shame.

Among them, Wen Tianzong's second elder and third elder were the most embarrassing.As an elder, it is already shameless to assassinate a junior from the same sect.In the end, this shamelessness ended with being counter-killed.

Moreover, the Great Elder, who had always had a good relationship with them, was actually a puppet of the Dark God, which made them even more uncomfortable in Wen Tianzong.

When they left, they still asked Tianzong Lide's respected elders, but now they came back, they have become people who are suspected and despised.

The same door looked at them with explicit and contemptuous eyes, and the second elder coughed in embarrassment, "Qiu Mian, why don't you see you, Junior Brother Jiang Tong, where else is it?"

Qiu Mian didn't want to pay attention to these two seniors who bullied their juniors, but due to their identities, she still replied: "Junior Brother Jiang Tong left Wentian Sect a few months ago, and never came back after that. Zun saw Jiang Tong before, and they wanted to bring Jiang Tong back, but he refused."

The Second Elder knew that his current deterrence was no better than before, so he just sighed, "Forget it, let him go for now. Although the Demon Lord is cruel, he never kills innocent people indiscriminately. As long as Jiang Tong does not do evil, I believe that the Demon Lord will not would hurt him."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the monks around looked at him in unison, and a fleeting mockery flashed in their eyes again.

Do evil?How can you kill the juniors of the same sect because of your high cultivation?

Xu Shi saw through the meaning of everyone's eyes, the second elder pressed his lips together, and said nothing more.

In the empty and quiet air, someone suddenly shouted, "The aura around me seems to have increased!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the crowd.

The monks tried to absorb the aura around them, but the aura that had been exhausted and scarce in the past kept pouring into their bodies at this moment.

"The concentration of this cultivation base is about the same as that in the secret realm of slaughter." A few monks who had just come out of the secret realm of slaughter ran cross-legged for a week and said, "The cultivation base environment that was only available in the dangerous secret realm before, now we can have it casually ?"

The cultivator who was holding the storybook of "Forbidden Belief" opened the book to the end, and raised his voice to read a sentence on it: "The Dark God dies, and all the aura he sealed will be returned to the earth. From now on, the world of comprehension will Regain the way of circulation."

In the crowd, someone mocked loudly: "Some people desperately want to snatch the secret realm for themselves, but the two demon kings sacrificed themselves just to restore this land to its former vitality. The two demon kings are After seeing through the intrigues in the cultivation world, you are so disappointed in the cultivation world that you retired to the mountains and forests, right?"

The crowd who were happy because of the reunion just now lowered their heads, wishing they could find a hole in the ground in shame.

Seeing the disciples of the Hehuan Sect held out the book, the question that the monks had been puzzled resurfaced again, "Who wrote this book?"

Sang Jiuchi and Fan Lu are powerful, but the author who can predict the future in advance, isn't it a more powerful and mysterious existence?

Who is the powerful monk who can deduce everything that will happen in the future.

If there really was such a person in the cultivation world, they should have known about it a long time ago.But looking at the entire plane of cultivation, even the suzerain of the Xunyan Sect, who mainly focuses on divination and deduction, does not have this ability.

Could it be that there is a bigger existence hidden in this cultivation world?

One after another, the question marks were stuck in the monk's heart, like a tangle of tangles.

Many monks present have this series of books, but the names marked under each book are anonymous.

Just when everyone was at a loss for what to do about this problem, someone whispered, "I know."

Almost all the monks all turned their eyes to the speaking monk.

That cultivator was only in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and he had never been the focus of attention like this before, so he was really shy and nervous.

He tensed his body and licked his dry throat due to stress, "I worked for a few days in the bookstore that sold this book, and I happened to see the mother copy of this set of books. The author of this set of books is... …It’s Sang Xian, no, Sang Demon Lord.”

Everyone looked at the monk together, with complicated expressions in their eyes.

Fearing that people would not believe it, the monk continued, "I have heard the store describe the author, and it is indeed the same as Sang Xian... the appearance and clothes of the demon king."

"Ah! I see!" A voice rang out, and the monks looked over and found that he was a disciple of the Xunyan Sect who was known for his intelligence.

"Sang Mojun must have deduced that the key to victory is our concerted efforts, but in the tense situation just now, we may not be able to meet our expectations. So he wrote us the ending in advance, making us believe that the ending is like this. "

A monk frowned: "According to what you mean, you mean that the original ending is not like that in the book?"

The disciple of Xunyan Sect nodded, "I'm afraid not. The catastrophe of annihilation is imminent, Sang Xian... Sang Mojun has no leisure to write a useless book. The dark god has great powers, and Sang Mojun doesn't want to pass the information to the world. We, once passed through normal channels, will definitely arouse the vigilance of the Dark God. That's why he used this kind of words to pass the time to pass the message to us."

The disciple of Xunyan Sect smiled wryly, "There is no mistake in every single word of the deduction, Sang Mojun does not know how much life and painstaking effort it took to write such a book."

Everyone looked at the scriptures held in the hands of those monks.

At this moment, the story book was heavily pressed in their hands. It was not just a story book, but also the silent cry and struggle made by Sang Mojun to fight against the disaster of annihilation.

It turned out that behind the scenes, Sang Mojun silently paid so much for this cultivation world.

"I want to go back and build a temple for the two demon kings, Sang Fan. No matter what their future is, our Xunyan Sect will devote our whole life to worshiping these two demon kings."

The suzerain of Xun Yanzong has not spoken until now, he finally expressed his decision.

build temples.

This is the highest respect in the comprehension world, and even the three immortals who ascended are only ranked and ancestral halls in their respective sects.

Temples are equivalent to gods, which are higher than immortals.

Now that Xunyanzong proposed to build temples for Sang Jiuchi and Fanlu, it was tantamount to sending a signal to everyone.

As soon as he finished speaking, many sect leaders lowered their heads in thought, then raised their heads at the same time after a while, and said in unison, "Just do it like this."

A few months later, various sects and even towns in the cultivation world erected temples one after another.

The name of the temple is the Guardian Temple, and the two monks are enshrined in the temple.

A few years later, a monk suddenly found two Taoist couples hand in hand while outing. One was wearing a black robe with a stern face, and the other was wearing an emerald green feather coat. There was a pitiful smile on his beautiful face.

Later, more and more people discovered the figures of the two demon kings, Sang Fan.

Sometimes they appear in the downtown, and sometimes they hide on the top of the mountains.They walked without purpose, just to appreciate this thriving and great river and mountain, as if they wanted to see everything in the last time.

After receiving the news that they were still alive, the monks prayed for them silently with tears.They knew that Sang Mojun was enjoying his last time.

In order not to let the two devils be disappointed with the world they saved, the four monks cooperated for the first time, without disputes and fights, just to let the two devils have no regrets in their last days.

All the monks tacitly did not disturb them.

A hundred years later, in the depths of the dense forest where no one cares, Sang Jiuchi took Fan Lu's hand.

The thread shaped like an earthworm has spread to the wrist, and a lot of power of faith is perfused around them at all times, but these powers of faith can no longer stop the thread from advancing.

Both of them knew that God of War was about to leave.

A hundred years later, the two are still young when they first met on this plane.

God of War rested his head lightly on Sang Jiuchi's forehead, silently expressing his reluctance and nostalgia.

Sang Jiuchi also didn't speak, he looked at his lover calmly and tenderly, but the trembling fingers holding his lover's wrist exposed his true heart.

The God of War piously pressed a kiss on Sang Jiuchi's forehead, "Thank you, I have spent another hundred years with you."

Sang Jiuchi smiled, "How do you feel after a hundred years?"

He counted everyone, and used the death of the Dark God and his own retirement to let the monks build temples for them.The continuous power of faith has given the lover another hundred years.

God of War stared at Sang Jiuchi with his deep eyes, and said word by word: "Why, I can't stay with you enough. It's clearly been a hundred years longer, and I have been with you all the time. But now I have to leave , but I am more and more reluctant and nostalgic.”

"This time we parted, we don't know when we will meet again next time. I know that you are fighting for me, and I know that we will meet again. But now I am even jealous of my soul fragments."

"They are just fragments of my soul, and they can all have a lifetime with you, but I can only sit alone in the empty temple and lick the memories that come back to live."

God of War took a deep breath, and laughed self-deprecatingly, "I finally understand why people would do anything for their desires."

Thick fog appeared in Sang Jiuchi's eyes, he was fixedly looking at his lover in front of him, he wanted to say something, but now he was suddenly speechless who was usually eloquent.

Seeing this, God of War gently patted him on the back and comforted him: "Don't worry, we will meet again soon. My strength has almost recovered. If there is a chance, I will find a way to solve the problem in the God Realm as soon as possible. shit."

Sang Jiuchi's throat was dry, he swallowed hard, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "How many soul fragments do you have outside?"

The God of War chuckled, "Not much, actually there is no need to collect them all. After I correct the mistakes in the God Realm, I can summon the soul fragments back by myself. I was able to collect the soul fragments before thanks to you. My soul fragments were imprisoned in the In the flesh, the divine power is scattered in the plane."

"It was you who completed the task and gave the divine power to the body that carried my soul fragments, so that my soul fragments were able to come back."

Sang Jiuchi thought about it seriously once, "Then I would like to thank the God of Quan. If he hadn't chased me down, and that half-baked chase turned out to be aimed at you, I would never have thought of giving you points, let alone the points It is your divine power."

"Let me just say, why is the system so generous, even a low-level D-level plane can reach 100 million points. So it's not that the system is generous, it's because you have 100 million divine power in that plane."

A cold light flashed in God of War's eyes, "Yeah, I'd forget if you didn't tell me, I really want to thank God of Quan for you."

Sang Jiuchi coughed lightly, "Also, that, remember to be merciful when you go to the God of Love and Desire, I want to steal her house."

A doting smile appeared in the God of War's eyes: "Okay."

Far away in the temple, the God of Love and Desire, who was furiously writing, suddenly shuddered.

She looked suspiciously outside the Niaosonghuaxiang, and tightened her clothes.

Strange, it was a warm day in May, why did she suddenly feel so cold?

Glancing at the notebook in his eyes, the God of Love and Desire quickly shook off the uneasiness in his heart.

No matter, the sky is big and the earth is big, the book is the biggest.

She stared at the book in her hand persistently. On the cover of the exquisite kraft paper, there was a line of gold letters: "Use my fiery fur to warm the cold you [Shao Xiang]"

Quickly flipping through the page I just wrote, the quill in the hand of the God of Love and Desire fell quickly:

The long and narrow eyes of the crazy sentinel gradually turned into fiery golden vertical pupils, his tight skin was replaced by warm fur, and there was only one sentence in his irrational mind: Own him, Occupy this weak and cold guide in front of him.

The guide leaned against the cold wall, and the panic flashed in his eyes.

Under the dim light, the moles of tears in the corners of his eyes were shining brightly, adding a bit of coquettishness and ambiguity to this ascetic face.

After that, she wrote nearly ten thousand words again, and after five hours of writing, she stretched, carefully closed the book and put it aside, and walked to the window with a cup of black tea.

Outside the window, the red clouds reflected the sky, as if a ferocious beast was staring down at the land.

The God of Love and Desire took a sip of black tea and sighed lightly.

God of War, should you come back soon?

……

In the final reluctance, Sang Jiuchi sent Fanlu away.

The two of them snuggled together, and when Fanlu left, Sang Jiuchi also left this cultivation world without any regrets.

This mission has a total of 500 million points. God of War has fused the soul fragments in advance and left all his divine power to Sang Jiuchi.

Sang Jiuchi left the plane and entered the void, and heard the familiar system voice again: [Congratulations, you have obtained an S-level plane, please name the plane. 】

Sang Jiuchi had already thought of a name: Cultivation Star.

After entering the name, Sang Jiuchi did not hesitate, [F001, go to the next plane. 】