I play all the villains alone [Transmigration Book]

Hearing this, Lin Zhi felt a chill run down his spine, almost numb the back of his head from the cold. He hurriedly interrupted the system: "Don't talk! Let me go!"

Now, before Shen Huan's blood of the Fengshen Clan is revealed, maybe, maybe there is still time...

The system chuckled: "It's too late, my lord."

Fighting platform.

Yin Ji asked Shen Huan in astonishment, "Why?"

Shen Huan smiled subtly, his picturesque brows stretched slightly, but his eyes were so flat that there was no ripple.He originally had a jade-like demeanor, and his words and deeds were filled with a thick scholarly air, but at this moment, blood splashed on his face, from the brow bone to the corner of his mouth, like a piece of beautiful jade. The original warmth and clearness seemed a bit sinister.

He was indifferent to Yin Ji's question, and with a twist of his wrist, he wanted to pull out Cun Yin.Yin Ji stretched out his hand suddenly, his five fingers were like eagle claws, he firmly grasped the hand that caused countless murders, and hissed:

"You are not allowed to leave! You follow me back to see your master! You...cough cough!"

He spoke too quickly, affecting the wound, his words were suddenly cut off by severe pain, the air flow choked the air duct, and he suddenly coughed uncontrollably.

The Cunyin sword that cuts gold and cuts jade like mud is still inserted|into his body, every time he coughs, he has to suffer the pain of gouging out flesh. Yin Ji has been pampered and pampered for so many years, and his pain tolerance is not strong. It turned black after a while, and Dou Da's cold sweat dripped down.

However, that hand, which was as bony as dead bark, held Shen Huan tightly all the time, not giving him the slightest chance to leave.

There was only one thought in his increasingly unconscious mind, he thought, if Shen Huan was just let go like this, how would he explain to his junior brother when he went back?

There must be something wrong with Shen Huan, he has to take him back.

Shen Huan twitched his hand, but couldn't break free.He lowered his eyes, his gaze swept across that warm hand calmly, and he became honest.

Yin Ji heaved a sigh of relief, and he didn't dare to ask Shen Huan to draw out his sword, for fear that if he was not careful, he wouldn't be able to pull it back, and let him run away--the ghost knows why a monk at the Jindan stage would have such brute force, Biting the tip of her tongue, she forced her sanity back from the abyss, bent down with difficulty, and said:

"The disciple of my Immortal Sect is by no means a monster. There must be a misunderstanding. Everyone, let me take him back. In the future, I will give an explanation to the world in the future."

Yu Cen asked, "But I don't know how you want to explain it?"

Another person said: "If it's a demon, you'll know if you catch it and have a look. Head Yin wants to take this murderous man back so easily, so he has to ask those innocent children who lost their lives. Could it be that you kept him?" The disciples of the Immortal Sect are extraordinarily delicate, should the disciples of other Immortal Sects die under his hands?"

As soon as this remark came out, all the great experts of various factions hidden in the clouds appeared one after another, expressing their agreement.

Yu Cen gave Yin Ji a sympathetic look, and said with a wry smile, "Master Yin, this matter involves countless lives, and I have no control over it."

Yin Ji's waist bent even more.

All the people who came to participate in the Fairy Fairy were the proud sons of various sects. In this accident, all the families of the immortal sect suffered heavy losses. How could he be allowed to bring back all the culprits?

Can……

Junior brother.

He has always shown himself as an old man, but he has always been a young man. No one would regard him as a real old man at a glance.Up to this moment, I was exhausted physically and mentally, and my eyes actually showed a deep twilight.

He was in such a state of embarrassment, after all, Liu Xianzong's prestige was there, but no one dared to make trouble, and the audience was silent.

During the stalemate, a bell ringing was suddenly heard.

The sound was light and scattered, far away, as if it came from the mountains and forests, if one was not paying attention, it would be confused with the chirping of birds in the forest, but there were many big shots present, how could such a low-level mistake be made?

Immediately, an elder from Fuliu Hall suddenly got up, and his voice was like a bell: "He Fang Xiaoxiao!"

sound

Wrapped in spiritual power, it spread straight towards the source of the bell sound.

Then everyone heard a chuckle again.

A woman slowly appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Her clothes were extremely unrefined, her limbs were only covered with a thin layer of purple gauze, and her snow-white skin was faintly visible in every movement.There are a pair of bells on each of the fat-like wrists, and the voiceless sounds, one by one, are about to ring into people's hearts.

She gracefully "walked" down from the air step by step, as if there were no fearful sights from all directions, and when she got down to the ground, she even knelt down to Cen and blessed the God of Fortune, raising her face and smiling slightly.

Her movements are very sloppy, but the brilliance between her brows is flowing, the color is compelling, and even this bit of clumsiness is extraordinarily alluring.

Yu Cen's pupils shrank: "Ming Yan! Are you going to violate the agreement of the two clans of monsters!"

Ming Yan tilted her head, and said casually: "Why panic, I don't do bad things, I just came to see my son."

Everyone was stunned: When did the saintess of the Conferred God Clan have a son?

Ming Yan lazily walked towards Shen Huan, Yin Ji seemed to realize something, his heart froze, and he held Shen Huan tighter.

Ming Yan was amused by his vigilance.She hooked the corners of her lips, and stopped three feet in front of Yin Ji, and when she spoke again, her voice was a bit strange and ethereal.

She opened her mouth and said something.

Yin Ji couldn't understand, but he could feel the trembling of the world at that moment and... the sudden change in the palm of his hand.

The sticky feeling of the blood is still there, but underneath it is no longer the cool, smooth human skin, but hard, cold, and even a little bit painful in the hand.

It's like... the scales of some cold-blooded animal.

The next moment, the quiet Shen Huan suddenly broke free from his restraints.Yin Ji staggered, turned his head hastily, and saw the young man dodge and retreat into the crowd.The veins on his forehead were exposed, and his expression seemed to be in extreme pain, but his eyes were empty.

Endless demonic energy was gathered around him by an invisible force, frantically pouring into his body, forming a vortex.His hair crown was smashed, the black hair was scattered, and fine spots began to appear on his face.

And the disciples who couldn't dodge in time all suffered disaster, were pierced by the evil spirit and died on the spot.

Someone shouted, "What is this!"

Ming Yan looked at it with great interest, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a young man not far away, covered his mouth and smiled again, and said, "Didn't he say that my son is of course a demon?"

"Stop him!" One person was the first to react, and with a wave of his hand, he rushed straight at Shen Huan with a burst of strength, and the other great powers also woke up like a dream, and shot one after another.

Underneath, there are still seedlings carefully cultivated by their families!

Ming Yan's eyes moved slightly, and Shi Shi suddenly raised his two soft and boneless hands, and his fingers moved together, almost leaving afterimages in the air.

Just before those relentless attacks landed on Shen Huan's body, a barrier firmly protected him inside.

And at the fingertips of the demon girl, a butterfly flapping its wings stopped at some point.

The butterfly is jade-colored, with translucent wings, half the size of the palm of a woman who is not as old as cardamom, and it is weak and weak on the beauty's fingertips, which is very pitiful.

Out of tune with the gore on one side.

Everyone who witnessed this scene felt chills all over their bodies.

Yu Cen said: "You, you actually brought Mi Qingjie here!"

For all the great powers, which one doesn't have a town house treasure?Mi Qingjie is one of the trump cards of the Fengshen Clan, it is a fake fairy weapon.

The fake immortal artifacts of the Immortal Family Hundred Sects are expensive because the cost of using them once is extremely high, and they cannot be used unless they are in the Mahayana period. However, the fake immortal artifacts of the Fengshen Clan are much more special, and can be activated with a cultivation level above the level of a god.

Its preciousness lies in that it can only be used three times from the moment it is refined.

It is said that it is clear that the "precept" itself has no prototype. It can be attacked or defended, and it can be taken thousands of miles away.

The head of the Mahayana, one hit is sure to hit, and it can retreat among ten thousand people and protect people well. Rumor has it that it cannot be broken without immortals.

Now, she sacrificed such a big weapon, who can stop Shen Huan?

Could it be that they could only watch their disciple die tragically at his hands!

The cries and calls for help from the younger generation came one after another, even the old foxes who had lived for countless years couldn't sit still, and stared, "Ming Yan! Don't bully me too much!"

Ming Yan gave him a puzzled look: "I didn't intervene. The matters between the juniors should be resolved by the juniors. I'm not afraid of you being so numerous. What are you afraid of?"

But in the midst of the screams, there was a long roar, deafening and continuous, the restrictions set by Fuliutang in advance couldn't stop it, and the violent monster power swept away, almost razing the entire hundred miles to the ground. Flat land.

At this moment, the sky suddenly became overcast.

Among those young disciples, there was no longer the insane young man. Instead, there was a blue dragon flying straight into the sky. Its body was almost a thousand feet long, and it carried boundless power. All the young monks could not stand still and fell to the ground.He opened his eyes and saw the terrifying monster disappearing into the clouds, but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

next moment.

But the dragon went back and forth again, the hearts of the remaining disciples were raised in their throats, their faces were pale, and they looked at each other in panic, just waiting for the knife hanging above their heads to fall.

fell.

Not a knife, not a dragon, but a human.

The moment it landed, as if the demon power was exhausted, the dragon suddenly shrank and turned into a young man.

He lowered his head, his disheveled hair fell down, covering most of his face, and he stood quietly without moving for a long time.

The demonic aura that had been restless before had calmed down at some point, and he was as quiet as a dead man.

Everyone was busy and backed away a little.

Ming Yan glanced at him dissatisfied, but said unhurriedly: "I also want to thank Master Qingji, without him, my son would not be where he is today."

She had the Miqing ring in her hand, and she knew that she could not pursue it today, and all the experts in the sect were suffocated. When they first heard this remark, they all exploded, and asked Yin Ji: "Yin Ji! Are you staying in the Xianzong?" Is it a traitor to the human race!"

"A few days ago, I heard that your junior brother built a demon cave in his back mountain. I still didn't believe it. I didn't expect..."

"In any case, you have to give me an explanation!"

"Hand over Qing Ji Daoist!"

Yin Ji swayed unsteadily, and forced himself to say: "Junior Brother, he doesn't know..."

"Why don't you know about it?" Ming Yan said angrily, "The poison of 'Colorful' is a variant of the holy medicine 'Awakening' of our clan. I fed this medicine to my son in order to let him wash away the human race one day. Bloodlines. This poison, half of it will only recur, and if it is completely removed, my son can only be an unclean demon, but he just solved [-]% of it."

"The remaining [-]% is the key to help my son cleanse the blood of the human race."

"This is my family's secret, I just told him one person."

"The true Qingji is to my son, and we will be recreated with kindness."

These words reached Lin Zhi's ears clearly, like a thunderclap, all his doubts, worries, and joy of being relieved were completely wiped out.

As if he had been hit hard, his expression froze instantly.

The gloomy and cold air of Jingming Mountain suddenly turned into a dense array of sharp blades, penetrating into his body everywhere, and the coldness suddenly rushed to the bottom of his heart like a broken bamboo.

He couldn't help shivering.

He opened his mouth to say "system", but his throat seemed to be frozen, and he didn't make a sound.

He could only ask in his mind, holding on to the last fragile hope: "The tenth floor of the silence of all things, is..." Is it really because I don't have enough comprehension, can't I break through it?

The system gave a diametrically opposed answer: "That's fake."

The system asked suspiciously, "Is your lord sad?"

The author has something to say: systematic

The attitude is strange, there will be an explanation later orz

But he's really not a villain

The second one will be very late, go to bed early