Dressed as a male protagonist

"You want blood vines." The speaker was Wei Ling who had just received the inheritance of the immortal weapon.

Seeing Wei Ling pushing away Ming Lan and the others and getting up slowly, everyone looked neither happy nor sad, and their expressions were extremely indifferent. They even said "You want blood vines" indifferently, as if they were talking about the good weather. I was a little dazed in my heart.

This feeling was as if Wei Ling, who severely injured the Mahayana Venerable with his palm, had returned.And the pain he felt before has long since disappeared.

Ye Huo's smile eased, and the relaxed expression on his face was gone.

"Uncle Wei?"

Wei Ling stared into Ye Huo's eyes without saying a word.

Seeing this, Ye Huo immediately put away his smile and said, "If Uncle Wei was not in front of me, I would have thought that Uncle Wei had been taken away again."

What he seemed to say was unintentional, but he was actually implying that something was wrong with Wei Ling.Wei Ling in front of him had a powerful aura, completely unlike ordinary people.Coupled with the undisguised indifference and condescension in his eyes, in contrast, everyone immediately became suspicious of Wei Ling one by one as Yehuo had hoped.

Wei Ling still didn't speak.

Yehuo was not sure what Wei Ling's plan was.

"It seems that Martial Uncle Wei is planning to ignore Junior Brother Yuan. That's good, so I save him, and he wants to kill me instead."

"You can't save him." Wei Ling finally spoke, his voice didn't fluctuate much, as if explaining a very ordinary fact.

Ye Huo smiled: "Master Uncle is really sure. Think about it, if it is Uncle Wei who is being tortured now, and Junior Brother Yuan is standing here, then Junior Brother Yuan will definitely do everything possible to save Uncle Master. Tsk tsk, uncle I really don't have as much affection for Junior Brother Yuan as I imagined."

Wei Ling rolled his eyes slightly, then turned and walked towards Lu Wuchen.Everyone quickly made way for him.

Lu Wuchen's breathing was almost inaudible, and the convulsions on his body also stopped, and he was lying in Lin Xi's arms, as if he was dead.

Wei Ling looked down at him for a while, then slowly rolled up the sleeve of his left hand with his right hand, his eyes revealed a thoughtful expression.

Seeing this, Lin Xi immediately said: "Uncle...uncle, please save him..."

Wei Ling shook his head lightly, then nodded again: "You put him down."

Lin Xi was surprised and delighted, thinking that he was holding Lu Wuchen and delaying Wei Ling's treatment, so he quickly put him on the ground and lay down, his eyes fixed on Wei Ling nervously and expectantly.

In fact, Wei Ling asked him to put Lu Wuchen down not because he delayed the treatment, but because he was unhappy that Lin Xi and Lu Wuchen were hugging each other so tightly.

Even though he knew it was not his own emotion, but the emotion of the original owner of this body, he still couldn't hold back.

Perhaps it was because of the feelings of the original owner of this body for the Destined Son. Looking at the young man lying on the ground, he felt his heart beating faster for a moment.

In order to shield this strange feeling, without any further delay, he directly squatted down/body, put his palm on Lu Wuchen's heart, and probed carefully.

After a while, Wei Ling frowned slightly.

Lin Xi and Lu Lianjun took a step forward at the same time, and were about to ask him what's the matter, but they met his gaze and swallowed the words they wanted to say.

After forcing Lin Xi and Lu Lianjun to retreat again, Wei Ling glanced around, and suddenly raised his hand and pointed in one direction. The next second, a young monk was brought by him in the air. In front of him, he fell to the ground.

The monk didn't know how he was brought here, and seeing Wei Ling looking at him as if he was looking at a dead person, cold and heartless, he was so frightened that he was at a loss for what to do, and he didn't stand up immediately.

After that, Wei Ling didn't give him another chance to stand up.

The Gu worms in Lu Wuchen's body had eaten one-third of his heart, and Wei Ling had to find him a new heart to repair.

"Master Shen, can you lend me what you have?" Wei Ling asked Shen Rang.

Shen Rang handed over the things, with unconcealable worry on his brows.

Ming Lan said, "Why don't you call me brother?"

Wei Ling took the things in Shen Rang's hand without answering Minglan's question.

This thing is neither gold nor stone, half finger long, oval in shape, with strands of golden light occasionally flashing inside it, it is the token of Xiaoyao Peak Lord that Shen Rang used to deal with Jieying before.

"Don't worry, I will pay you back as much as I use you."

Shen Rang suddenly came back to his senses: "You know that's not what I'm worried about."

Wei Ling suddenly showed a barely visible smile, which was fleeting: "It's a pity that you are worried, and I can't do anything about it."

After he finished speaking, regardless of Shen Rang's reaction, he directly raised his right hand, leading the monk who was suppressed by him to the midair, facing Lu Wuchen across the air, and then slowly pressed down to narrow the distance.

When the distance between the monk and Lu Wuchen was less than half a meter, Wei Ling led the token between them and raised his hand to cast a spell.

This keepsake is called Ruyi Heart, which is made from the heart of a monster that has long been extinct.The power of immortality contained in it is so powerful that it is difficult for ordinary people to control it.Even if it can be used temporarily, it will be backlashed afterwards.

Minglan wanted to remind Wei Ling to be careful, but was stopped by Shen Rang.

"Don't worry, he's fine."

Minglan has always trusted Shen Rang, so even though she didn't quite understand why he said that, she silently swallowed back what she wanted to say.

With the changes in Wei Ling's formula, the light emitted by Ruyi Heart became more and more intense.After a while, all the eyes of the crowd were filled with surging air and shining golden light.

The monk captured by Wei Ling began to hiss and scream, his voice full of pain.His senior brother heard the voice and wanted to rush in to save others, but was stopped by Bailizhu and others.

Someone couldn't help cursing.

A moment later, the golden light was replaced by blood, and the place between the monk and Lu Wuchen was surrounded by a thick blood mist. The monk's voice became lower and lower until it disappeared, and even the people of the Wanzong sect showed an expression of impatience.

After the blood mist dissipated, the cultivator had become a dead man with no blood, and Lu Wuchen resumed his breathing.

Lin Xi's face was pale, his body trembled a few times, and finally he couldn't help pushing everyone away and running to a corner to vomit violently.

Fuyao followed to comfort him.Minglan and the others had complex expressions.

Wei Ling turned a deaf ear to it, threw the monk's body aside with a wave of his hand, and then took Ruyixin into his hands, using himself as a guide to help it recover the power of immortality that had been consumed before.

The power of immortality in Huaxia mainland is pitifully small, but fortunately, this is a realm beyond the sky, and the power of chaos contains a lot of power of immortality.It is not difficult for him to use himself as a furnace to temper some immortal power.

——It's a pity that Wei Ling's body doesn't have Mahayana, and he can't bear the power of Xianyuan, otherwise the current predicament can be easily resolved.

Ruyixin could only seal up a small amount of immortal energy, and it didn't take long for Wei Ling to feed it and return it to Shen Rang.

After doing all this, Wei Ling saw that everyone was silent and didn't speak, knowing that they were frightened by what he had done, so he turned his eyes to Zhang Wanyu who was outside the formation.

Zhang Wanyu's expression remained unchanged: "Wei Feng master has good means."

Wei Ling didn't answer.The people around him were waking up like a dream, their eyes stabbing at him.Especially Zhong Lili and the others, all of them were on the verge of breaking out, wishing they could rush up to fight Wei Ling immediately.

The dead monk was a disciple of Tianbo City. Although Zhong Lifeng, the lord of Tianbo City, was only at the integration stage, he lived in Shenze in the southern border and had a lot of means. It is also not to be underestimated.

If Zhong Lili complained to her father after returning home, Zhong Lifeng would definitely not let it go.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wanyu showed a playful smile.

Wei Ling knew what she was thinking, and only glanced at her lightly, with a very indifferent expression.

Seeing this, Zhang Wanyu couldn't help but suppress his smile.At this moment, she had to admit that this Wei Ling was no longer something she could handle.

During the moment when Wei Ling and Zhang Wanyu confronted each other, everyone's minds changed a few times.In the end, Lu Lianjun was the first to defend Wei Ling.

"Among us, which one has never killed someone? Just because Master Wei's methods are different from everyone else, isn't it ridiculous to pretend to be like this. I know that many people will disagree with me when I say this, especially the dead one. Friends of the same sect—actually it’s nothing, if you want revenge, just come, Yuan Lu is not only a disciple of Wan Zongmen, but also the young master of my Abbot’s Island, we will not be timid to fight.

Killing someone else's disciple for no reason, the hatred must have been forged.As Wei Ling's friend and Lu Wuchen's aunt at this time, she and Fang Zhangdao naturally wouldn't stand idly by.

Furthermore, Tianbo City has already surrendered to a foreign race, so what kind of affection can there be?Dare to take revenge and kill him!

I have to say that although Lu Lianjun's words were not very fair, they were quite useful in Wei Ling's ears.

"He's not from Huaxia." Probably because he thought Lu Lianjun was good, Wei Ling couldn't explain it aloud.

"Eh..." Lu Lianjun was speechless for a while, and said, "Could it be a foreigner?"

Wei Ling nodded: "The methods of foreign races have increased a lot over the years, but they are still just as clumsy."

Shen Rang and the others looked at each other, and the balance in their hearts immediately tilted towards "Wei Ling".Even though they knew that this Wei Ling was not their Junior Brother Wei.

Zhong Lili said angrily, "Wei Ling, don't bully me too much!"

The disciples around her all echoed: "It's not enough for you to kill someone, and you still slander a dead person with blood. Do you know how to write the word shame?"

Wei Ling turned his head to look at the disciple, and saw that the other's limbs were cold and his body was shaking. He took two steps back and said coolly, "I don't have a bloody mouth, and my mouth is very clean."

"Pfft—" Princess An An couldn't help laughing.

Wei Ling seemed to have noticed that there were other foreigners in this place, and looked at Princess An'an for a while.

Wei Ling's aura was too powerful, and being stared at by him, Princess An'an's whole body was tense, and she couldn't help sweating on her forehead.Seeing that something was wrong, the high priest beside her immediately stood in front of her.

"Even if they are not from a foreign race, they are still traitors. Tianbo City has already joined the foreign race, and we will confront them sooner or later. So it is not a slander." Fuyao supported Lin Xi to comfort Wei Ling.

Wei Ling nodded slowly, then turned his gaze to Zhang Wanyu who was outside the formation.

Everyone followed Wei Ling to look outside, and couldn't help but exclaim.

Originally there were only Zhang Wanyu and Shen Lingxue, but at some point there were hundreds of people, and the people in the front were Li Xun and Wu Cheng, the head of the Wu Clan.

"Wei Ling, you still can't escape after all." Li Xun looked at Wei Ling with serious eyes, and his voice was full of deep hatred.