I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

Yu Huaiyin disappeared in the middle of the night three days later. He didn't tell Liangce where he was going, and maybe even he didn't know.

Asking about destiny is usually an unwise choice, because in most cases people have not really reached the point of breaking the boat, so since they have never tried their best, how can God's will be fulfilled.

"I want a better ending."

Gods are the beings closest to destiny, but Yu Huaiyin has only been a demon for less than two months, so when he carved formations over and over again to question Heaven in the small courtyard on the seabed, he didn't get any response. .

So, he left the sea of ​​suffering and wanted to choose a place in the immortal world to take advantage of the situation and use the spirit and flesh of the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers to repay the obsession of an ordinary person.

The first place he went to was Mount Zizai, because it was once the highest and most dangerous place in the entire immortal world, but now it was razed to the ground by the fallen gods in a catastrophe. He stood at the bottom of the low-lying pit and looked up. It was full of dark rocks and charred trees, and the spiritual veins here seemed to have dried up.

After stepping on the gravel, Yu Huaiyin turned around and headed for Xici Valley. The wind and sand along the way were very strong. The scorching sun on the Gobi Desert was not as gentle as it was on the Liuan River in the south of the Yangtze River. It was so hot that it made people dizzy and could fall down at any time. In the yellow sand that eats people at your feet.

In a desolate place, there is an isolated city built out of stacked stones. Many years ago, a team of bodyguards escorted a treasure passing through the gate of the city. This is where the golden eye came from, the legendary abandoner of the White Tiger Taoist Palace. When the apprentice was refining weapons here, he captured the souls of ancient gods and threw them into the fire.

Yu Huaiyin wanted to try his luck in the valley. He searched sleeplessly for seven days, but could not find any trace of the gods. It seemed that his luck was as bad as ever.

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Such wasted time, a month passed quickly. Yu Huaiyin couldn't remember how many places he had been, so naturally he didn't know that a dying man was following his footsteps to find him. It's a pity that he never stopped, and the dying man couldn't catch up.

At sunrise, Yu Huaiyin thought about where he would go next, the Fuxigui Cliff in Beimang Mountain. It was the place where the Immortal Saint died three thousand years ago, and it was also one of the famous scenic spots in the Upper Immortal Realm. Many anecdotes have been compiled many times, which sound very mysterious.

Before entering the mountain, Yu Huaiyin somehow changed into an apricot-colored brocade shirt. The green silk that was half draped on his shoulders was tied up high with a white silk ribbon, just like when he first came to this world. .

"Who are you, and why are you trespassing?"

There is an abandoned altar on the cliff. No one knows what this nine-story high platform is used for, but it was built by the Immortal Saint himself, so the Qinglong Dao Palace sent disciples to guard it to prevent it from being used by people with evil intentions. .

"I just went up to take a look." Yu Huaiyin looked past the two swords in front of him. He saw ancient and complicated patterns carved on the altar. With just one glance, the golden pupils on his arms were With the induction, this altar seemed to be able to influence the world.

This is it.

Yu Huaiyin imagined himself as a wisp of black mist and climbed to the top of the altar. He condensed all his cultivation into the palm of his hand and hit it heavily on the stone tablet in the center of the altar. The billowing demonic energy set off a violent wind, which made people blind. Open your eyes.

"He broke in!"

"Hurry and report to the leader that something happened in the Forbidden Land -"

The disciples of Qinglong Taoist Palace exclaimed. Some of them ran away with their swords and hurried back to the door to report the news. The rest wanted to rush up to get the person, but were blocked by the strong wind from the stairs and could not take a step forward.

The tornado formed by the black fog spreads in circles. Looking down from the nine heavens, the fog surges like a wave. Yu Huaiyin is in the calmest center. His sleeves are windless and automatic, and his eyes are clear and black. A bit of gold slowly opened in his eyes, as if someone had used a brush dipped in gold paint to create a hazy water mark on Bai Xuan.

The burning sensation on his arm became more and more intense. Yu Huaiyin looked down and saw that the golden eye was weeping. The tears dripped on the altar like a piece of melted candy, half flowing and half solidifying, gradually outlining the outline of a figure. .

"Are you here to ask for a chance of survival?" An indifferent voice sounded, and a white shadow came through the sky. God's will can be all things, and it is an invisible and expressionless existence, but what Yu Huaiyin saw was a person, because he needed someone to return to his problems.

"No, the Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and one of the human escapes is one. Maybe for Heaven, he is compassionate enough, but I want the forty-nine." Yu Huaiyin stepped forward, he wanted to see clearly the destiny. However, he was hurt by the figure hidden in the light, and there was a buzz in the sea of ​​consciousness.

How can one peer into the sky?

"Dao Wuwei, you have regrets in your heart, so you want to ask for the perfect number of four or nine, but you don't know that it is not perfect now because you have forced it." The voice of the figure in white came again, as if it was very far away, "You want to know the truth ?"

Yu Huaiyin nodded. So he saw a past event and remembered that many years ago, when he was just a remnant of his soul, a monk who was obsessed with the art of forging captured him and vowed to create something worthy of the name. The best weapon in the world, used to prove his ability and also used to kill people.

But it is a pity that this abandoned disciple who was expelled from the White Tiger Dao Palace really thought too highly of himself. He failed and failed to forge a unique murderous hidden weapon, countless rare materials and a ray of spiritual power. Bing's nameless remnant soul has been tempered for thousands of times, but he only got an umbrella! It's still a broken umbrella that can neither hurt nor defend.

The monk had no choice but to reluctantly embed a few good defensive spiritual stones on the umbrella surface, and then angrily threw it into the treasure house to eat ashes. As for whether this thing has the ability to change the destiny and life span as spread by later generations, it may just be a rumor spread by the descendants of Xicigu in order to get a good price at auction.

Later, in order to protect the escort's belongings, Shui Feiluan, the head escort of the Third Escort Agency, sealed the Liuli Black Gold Umbrella into the body of Yin Le, who was seriously injured and fainted. A few years later, Yin Le, who accidentally became the furnace cauldron, was unwilling to die in the hands of Yu Canghai. He fled with his son to a wild land, but could not escape the life-and-death battle between him and Yu Canghai.

A long sword struck and pierced Yin Le's waist and abdomen. Blood flowed down the edge of the sword and was quickly washed away by the rain.

"What did you see?" the figure in white asked.

"I saw that the fetus in her belly was dead." Yu Huaiyin frowned. He finally remembered that in that wild land, under the ancient tree, a woman named Yin Le was also going to die, and there was something in the tree. An ancient divine consciousness wanted to use the stillborn fetus in Yin Le's belly to come to the world, but he, who was hiding in the glazed black gold umbrella, got there first. He took over the body of the dead fetus, forcing the spiritual consciousness to have no way out, and finally turned into a human. An eye on his arm.

"You saved her, let a person who should have died live for fourteen more years, and robbed that eye of what was in the bag. That is a difficult thing to mess with. He has been taking revenge on you." The voice of the figure in white Suddenly he was close again, and there was a strange smile in his tone.

"So just because I wanted to live and wanted a poor woman to live, I changed everything and ended up today." Yu Huaiyin gave all his demonic energy to the altar. At this moment, he was almost out of fuel, and When he faced the threat of death again, he recovered all the memories of this life.

"Not bad." The figure in white smiled happily.

Yu Huaiyin was irritated by this so-called truth. He looked at the out-of-reach light, "Then what are you? Are you the eyes formed by divine consciousness, or...the way of heaven itself!"

"Why do you think so?" The figure in white was amused by his words and laughed so hard that he almost couldn't stand up straight. "I am not the way of heaven, but you. In fact, you are not as unlucky as you think, but you are a You are a very lucky and special person with a very strange ability, and I can tell you that going back in time is never God's plan."

When the laughter stopped, the man in white said seriously: "As for whoever you want to save, you can definitely do it. Have you forgotten what you did in Fengdu?"

Going against the will of heaven and changing one’s fate——

Once he had such an idea, Yu Huaiyin's whole body trembled, and an unpredictable change suddenly occurred in his body. At this moment, he could see very far away, and he could see the scenes of the seven kingdoms of the world without any effort. With a panoramic view, he could hear every sound in the world, the chirping of cicadas, the falling of rain, and even the voices hidden in people's hearts.

The skin on his body was chapped inch by inch, and some thin and ancient characters grew out of his flesh and blood. This situation was exactly the same as when he broke through the Jiuyou Ruins prison and released the evil spirits.

Perhaps, he should have thought a long time ago that he, a fish that slipped through the net without a destiny, could have any story belonging to others engraved on his body. He was already a living book of destiny.

Yu Huaiyin laughed infatuatedly. He had found a way to save himself, so naturally he no longer had to ask the sky. The figure in white turned into a handful of golden sand and passed away in the wind in his epiphany.

On the altar, a pouring cold rain fell diagonally, as if the golden eye was crying silently.

In the heavy rain, Yu Huaiyin looked at the words popping up on his body like mushrooms after rain. He opened his sleeves and scratched his skin with sharp nails, eager to find some names he was familiar with, but it didn't matter even if his old friends didn't bother him. , he has brought this life-changing secret technique to the extreme.

There are three thousand avenues, and he asked with blood. If the deceased's name could no longer be written on his body, he would cut open the flesh and blood and sacrifice the five internal organs with the white bones to cancel the separation in the book of life and death.

From now on, it is up to him to determine the outcome:

In the situation of life and death, there is no need to avoid misfortunes and blessings. White hair and blood are still hot, and a young man has a pure heart.

In the killing field, good and evil will eventually be rewarded. The knight-errant scholar grows old and even holds a sword to remonstrate.

In front of the statues of gods and ghosts, the Spring and Autumn Period knew that I had sinned. The world and the universe competed for victory and life.

In the eyes of the common people, everyone has joys and sorrows. In troubled times, peace is restored. How difficult is it to do good?

It’s so enjoyable, it’s really hearty!

It turns out that what he wants to do is not to go back to the past, but to make a person who should not exist disappear.

Twenty-three years ago, the destiny was reversed, and Yin Le died under Yu Canghai's sword. The son in his womb was nameless and lifeless, and was not born...