After the scumbag awakens

The land of the extreme north, under the Nine Netherworld.

In the forbidden area where few people have stepped foot for tens of thousands of years, Qi Ran stands on the cliff in white clothes with wide sleeves, and the wide sleeves of his robe are blown by the wind, making a sound of hunting.

His brows and eyes were condensed, and he stood with a sword in his hand, his sleeves fluttering in awe, but a bloodstain at the end of his eyes forcibly destroyed this unattainable height, as if a fairy had fallen from the sky and could be climbed by others.

Amidst the dust, a silent silence spread.

A drop of blood slid down his cheek.

Qi Ran frowned slightly, coughed uncontrollably, then covered his lips with his sleeve, but still couldn't stop the blood gushing from his lips.

Su Zhi looked at him incredulously, "Your cultivation level..."

He had just entered the God of Transformation, and he thought it would be a fierce battle with Qi Ran, but he found out that the other party's cultivation base was not even one, and he was only maintaining the state of Transformation God in vain, and he would fall at any time.

Qi Ran acted as if he had never heard of it, and pursed his pale lips, "Let them go."

His voice was very soft, but extremely cold, accompanied by the coercion of the whole body, forcing the crowd to dare not approach, but Su Zhi, who was standing close to him, could see it clearly——

But for a moment, Qi Ran's cultivation has dropped from the Transformation God Realm, and he can barely maintain it in the early Yuanying stage.

Su Zhi sneered, ignoring the flashing emotions in his heart, the complexity in his eyes had long since disappeared, leaving only a faint cold light.

He spoke word by word, slowly and in a low voice, "Dao-Jun Zeyuan, my good master—"

Su Zhi curled the corners of his mouth mockingly, "Do you think I'm still the fool you played with and applauded back then and obeyed everything?"

When he said this, he did not slow down, even with a smile on his face, but the aura on his body was turbulent, and the might of the gods condensed into a bunch and rushed away, shouting loudly: "Today, today, you Why are you negotiating terms with me?"

Qi Ran blocked the other party's attack with a tactic, but using his spiritual power again obviously made his injury worse, and his face became paler.

He raised his eyes, and his eyes, as cold as frost and snow, fell on Su Zhi, "Mingzhao and the others never offended you, and they were kind to you back then, why do you need to be angry?"

"Excuse me?" Su Zhi chewed these two words lightly.

The smile on his face grew stronger, but the glint in his eyes was unfathomable, showing a bit of evil intent, "Then Master really blamed me."

"If Master hadn't knocked me down to Netherworld back then, how would I have achieved my current cultivation level? Only Master should be responsible for today's achievements."

Qi Ran's eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his eyes: "I know you have hatred."

His voice was like a jade stone colliding, lingling.

"But I am the one who makes the decision. Mingzhao is innocent, Tianyuanzong is innocent, and thousands of lives are innocent. You shouldn't start a riot."

Su Zhi couldn't help laughing when he heard these words.

There seemed to be a demonic energy spreading in his eyes, and several complicated dark lines slowly appeared on the neck exposed outside the collar, "Master, what should I say about you?"

"The strongest in the world are respected, and the survival of the fittest, isn't this principle given to me by you and Tianyuan religion?"

Su Zhi looked at him sarcastically, "What? Now that I am strong and you are weak, you want me to let all sentient beings go. Then what did you do when they wanted to force me to death?"

Qi Ran seemed to sigh, "Su Zhi."

He gently closed his eyes, hiding the tiredness in his eyes, "You are now a god, you should be able to feel the laws of heaven."

Su Zhi has been with him for many years and has put people on top of his heart, so he naturally understands what he has left to say.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and gave a short laugh, "Devil, heh—"

The man seemed to want to say something, but for some reason, when he looked at Qi Ran's cold and indifferent face, he couldn't say a single word of those words and resentment.

He closed his eyes, let go of the weakness that shouldn't exist in his heart, and said coldly: "Didn't you want me to let you go?"

"As long as you promise me one condition, I'll let them go."

Qi Ran stared at him and nodded lightly.

Su Zhi blocked his movement, narrowing his eyes dangerously, "Master, don't promise so early, you will regret it later, where should the face of the majestic Daoist Zeyuan be?"

Qi Ran was unmoved, just looked at him lightly.

Su Zhi was not annoyed at all, he curled his lips into a smile, "When I entered Jiuyou, my cultivation base was weak, I couldn't withstand the attack of evil spirits, my meridians in my whole body were almost broken, and I was lucky enough to save my life."

He spoke nonchalantly, but Qi Ran heard his breathing become disordered for a moment, and the hand holding the sword hilt quietly tightened.

Su Zhi didn't notice his reaction, and continued: "I heard that Tianyuanzong's whipping has the same effect."

He paused subtly, and a malicious and frivolous smile appeared on his lips, "In 49 years, as long as the master is willing to receive 49 lashes, I will let them go."

After the words fell, Qi Ran hadn't reacted yet. Mingzhao, who was subdued by Su Zhi's subordinates not far away, heard this request, and quickly persuaded: "Don't do it, Daoist!"

"Mr. Dao, I have no reason to humiliate you if I fall into the enemy's hands because I am not good at learning!"

"I don't regret waiting for death, Dao Lord don't need to care about pity!"

"The devil was born, and the world is in chaos! Both the sect and this continent need you, you shouldn't hurt yourself for us, you should put the overall situation first!"

Several disciples headed by Mingzhao looked at him earnestly and refuted one after another.

Qi Ran was silent for a moment, glanced at these familiar and immature faces one by one, and then looked at Su Zhi, "Is this true?"

Su Zhi nodded generously, "Of course it is true."

"Just one small request."

He smiled all over his face, without concealing his malice, "I want you to close your cultivation base."

There was a sound of breathing all around.

As we all know, under the Nine Nethers is the Netherworld, a place of unrecognizable spirits for tens of thousands of years.The demonic energy is rampant here, and the evil spirit is intertwined. If there is no spiritual power to protect the body, even the Nascent Soul can only last for a while.

No matter how strong Qi Ran is, even at the peak of his cultivation, as one of the best Huashen Dao Lords in the mainland, he can't compete with him only by virtue.

What's more, he had to receive 49 whips.

It is rumored that when Tianyuanzong was founded, the ancestor used this whip to scatter the spirits of the immortals in the sky. At this moment, Qiran, whose cultivation level has plummeted, can easily bear it.

Thinking of this, Ming Zhao couldn't help being angry, and cursed at Su Zhi: "Shameless!"

Su Zhi squinted his eyes, and stabbed Mingzhao with a flash of devilish energy in his hand like lightning, but was stopped by Qiran.

With a flash, he stood in front of several disciples, "I promise you."

"Dao Jun!"

He raised his hand to stop their words: "There is no need to say more."

He understood in his heart that it was because of him that Su Zhi declared war on the Zhengdao sect as soon as he was born, and was the first to target Tian Yuanzong.

His mistake at the beginning caused all kinds of things now, and the Zongmen should not let him bear it.

What's more...

Qi Ran's eyes dimmed.

He didn't think about it anymore, and Lianshen summoned the whip from the void.

Su Zhi looked at the golden whip in his hand, and snorted strangely, "You are willing to protect them like this?"

"It is my responsibility to protect the disciples in the sect." Qi Ran said indifferently, as if he was not talking about himself, "Besides, you were not going to let me go."

Su Zhi smiled inexplicably, "Master is really smart."

He played with the magic whip in his palm, and forcefully erased the temporary imprint that Qi Ran had planted on it with his magic energy.

Qi Ran's face turned pale, and he swallowed with difficulty the heat that surged up from his throat.

Su Zhi looked at him and raised his eyebrows frivolously, "As long as you are obedient, I will let them go."

But he lied to Qi Ran.

The 49 whips that were blessed with demonic energy almost broke Qi Ran's primordial spirit, his meridians were also damaged, and his cultivation was almost completely destroyed, but when he was struggling to cast people out of the forbidden area, almost The three disciples turned into ashes in front of him, not even a wisp of soul escaped.

Qi Ran swayed a bit, halfway through the magic formula, he started coughing uncontrollably due to new injuries and old illnesses, and strands of blood passed through his fingers and fell to the ground, leaving dark traces.

But he stared blankly at the place where the disciples disappeared.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Su Zhi suddenly laughed, stretched out his hand and squeezed his chin, "Master, Heavenly Dao has never warned you, can't the devil's words be taken seriously?"

Qi Ran wanted to look away, but he didn't have the strength to break free from his grip.

Seeing his resisting look, Su Zhi's pupils were filled with black mist, and cold anger flashed, "You don't even care about your life to save a few insignificant disciples, to save your sect, why did you do it in the first place? You can be cruel enough to put me to death!"

"I am your only disciple!"

After he spoke, he spoke faster and faster, his voice was stern, and the strength in his hand almost crushed Qi Ran's jaw.

Qi Ran didn't seem to feel any pain, and didn't respond at all.

Su Zhi was furious and threw him to the ground viciously.

But Qi Ran didn't show any expression.

for a long time.

He closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "It's my fault."

It was wrong from the start.

He thought that he could curb Su Zhi's demonic nature, so he concealed his background and income, and thought that he could appease the hatred in his heart with his own body, and prevent all living beings from falling into disaster.

But in the end, from the very beginning, that kindness and compassion was wrong.

Heavenly Dao warned, there was nothing wrong.

fine……

He has one last resort.

**

After Qi Ran received the memory of the original owner, he felt a little uncomfortable.

It's not because of how sad this story is, but because the obsession of the original owner still remains in this body.

It is too heavy to take the common people as one's own responsibility.

He looked inside at the body riddled with holes, and couldn't help but sigh.

In his opinion, this is another original owner who was murdered by the world consciousness, but compared to the past world, the original owner of this world is too tragic.

Immortal cultivators go against the sky.

But the original owner, as the top power in this world, has never been able to break free from the world consciousness.

Bystanders can tell that from the very beginning, the original owner couldn't bear Su Zhi, the demon son, and took him under his door. After the incident, even though he knew the other party's love and obsession with him that violated human relations, he insisted on saving his life. It was all because of the hint of world consciousness. .

What's even more tragic is that he realized it, but couldn't break free.

As a result, Su Zhi fell into the nether world, and he ruthlessly revealed that his Dao heart was planted with demons, and his cultivation base plummeted.

Therefore, Su Zhi was born again, and he came alone and was tortured so much that he could not wish to die.

All these are just to satisfy the so-called chasing wife crematorium.

Up to now, Qi Ran rarely gets angry, but he really can't stand this world.

Because the original owner had touched the edge of ascension and the root of the Dao, he occasionally had a brief moment of sobriety, so he planted hints of demons in himself.

That day...he chose to blew himself up.

The author says:

Really, it is too miserable to forcibly lower one's intelligence to chase a wife.

The outline has not been worked out well, and it is a bit stuck, so it has been delayed for so long, dbq I will work hard next, there will be several husband-chasing crematoriums in this world!

love you~

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Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 23331;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Youyou Zimo, you are a little liar; one;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 233318 bottles; 3 bottle of Yuyuzi ink;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!