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

The light emitted by the self-explosion of the demon core was like a lamp suddenly ignited in a busy street, illuminating the entire Qixing Town.

Liang Chu was pushed out of the snake's belly by the surging spiritual power, fell to an open space and passed out.

The first sword carried Yu Huaiyin's soul and flew into the sky along with Xinghe.

Without the obstruction of Shazhen and Zhihe, the lonely soul trapped here broke free from the nine-fold ring formation, and finally found the way to Huangquan.

Thousands of stars gather, like a long silver ribbon, overlapping and winding to the sky.

"Very beautiful." Yu Huaiyin praised sincerely, wondering if Dabao and the others are here.

I still remember that it was mentioned in the original book that Liang Chu pulled out the ancient fierce sword Intangible, and with the help of the purple python, he split the Yin-Yang Tower with one sword, destroyed the underground killing array, and turned hundreds of thousands of innocent souls into ashes overnight.

A short sentence, different from the current situation, changed the fate of countless people.

"The first sword, let's go back." Yu Huai lived in seclusion and condescended, and glanced at his own body. The illusion was still alive, and he still looked like an ugly Taoist.

The sword screams and the sound is clear, and the soul returns.

Yu Huaiyin opened his eyes, he watched the galaxy fade away, the soul of Qixing Town had gone far away, and crystal clear and cool fine sand began to fall from the sky.

In the early winter season, it snowed.

He reached out to pick it up but suddenly heard footsteps behind him, he turned around and saw Bozhou Sanren holding an orchid lantern, walked towards him and bowed, "Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Yu Huaiyin returned the salute, but when he raised his head, the young man in the brown and white robe did not get up.

Because Bozhou Sanren lowered his head, the tears accumulated in his eyes flowed down and dripped into the soil, so no one noticed, "This is Hei Niang's soul pill. If there is a fate in the future, Fellow Daoist Lao will send it to the ghost world." , to Yin Shuai Wu Ruo."

Yu Huaiyin was stunned for a moment, he looked around, there was a slow sound of horseshoes, shattering the silence, but there was no slim figure of a woman in black on the horseback, only a bow with a broken string.

He had already guessed something, he couldn't help feeling a little pain in his heart for losing his first friend in this life, he nodded and said: "I will definitely keep it in my heart."

The scattered people in the boat smiled, and there was no more concern in their hearts.

"Where are you going, senior?" For a moment, Yu Huaiyin noticed that Bo Zhou Sanren was staggering and walking towards the snake bone, and couldn't help noticing something strange.

People in the distance turned a deaf ear to it, while those in the boat stretched out their hands towards the sky, as if they were stroking something.

Yu Huaiyin followed the blood-stained hands, and what he saw was the last gleam of the Milky Way.

The snow drifts into the loopholes of the orchid lanterns, the wind in the ear, whose heart is it.

It seems that, 700 years ago, the fire in Anlehou Mansion burned away the sick and weak body of a subjugated king, leaving volumes of old history of the Seven Kingdoms alone in the lotus pond.

Among them, "Tianquan Kingdom Book·Biography of the Family" once recorded a unparalleled Wenshilang. It is said that when he was 17 years old, the servant fell in love with a woman who was good at martial arts.

For the next three years, the servant missed him every day, and only lamented that he had no power in his hands, could not protect His Royal Highness the Crown Prince whom he regarded as his elder brother, and could not persuade the elders in the family to let him marry the one he loved.

The Wen family is a close minister of the prince, but Lord Hu Hou is a guest of the third prince's family.

The assistant minister studied hard day and night, only to gain fame in the palace of the future, so he could always be closer to her.

I remember the day when he won the number one prize, he rode a horse through the streets, and everyone else chose the busiest place in the market, and he alone picked a secluded path that would pass through Huhou's mansion.

But when he got to the door, what he saw was the back of a fast horse galloping and weeping inaudibly.

The people from Huhou's mansion chased them out, all with sticks, as if what they were looking for was not the daughter of the Hou's mansion, but a desperado with unforgivable crimes.

He stopped people angrily, only to realize that the girl he adores with all his heart is living such a miserable life.

Hu Hou, who greeted him with a smile, praised him for his knowledge and family status when he saw him, and his friendship was beyond words.Completely forgetting the self-destructive appearance he forced just now, the daughter who ran away from home.

Just ask, which girl in the world doesn't care about her appearance, but who is willing to trap her youth in the palace wall to serve a white-haired emperor who is dying soon. .seven

A few months later, the third prince lost the favor of the emperor and his military power was taken away.

Hu Hou was implicated and intended to make friends with the prince. Hu Xiaotai's eight-character marriage letter stayed in the prince's mansion for one night, and was delivered to Wen Shilang the next day.

Hearing that the Huhou Mansion had this intention, the servant was overjoyed, and immediately sent someone to cut down his favorite bamboo, and made room for a weapon rack that he couldn't even lift.

He thought, when the person he loves finds his whereabouts, he will marry her and everything will go according to her wishes.

When the servant was 20 years old, he had just held the coronation ceremony. What he waited for was the legendary story of Hu Xiaomei who disguised himself as a man and joined the army and the young general Xu Yingshan. Their stories spread throughout the imperial capital. The seeds have just been planted in the soil, and have not even sprouted yet.

He knew that she already had a lover, so he hastily stopped even the three letters and six rituals that he ordered her to prepare.

Probably he will never have a chance with her again in this life, the servant thought so, how could he know that on the Yuan Festival that night, he competed with others for an orchid lantern, and the handsome man who paid the money was hastily called away.

He held the lamp and waited until the crowd on the street dispersed, thinking about what kind of girl the man was going to give this lamp to.

Does that girl also like orchids? She is also innocent and can have a little temper.

Whether he has read books, or loves to practice martial arts, or he has learned needlework since he was a child, and can cook some small dishes, and even if he doesn't know anything, he should be lovable.

And is this girl in love with the person who wants to give her a lantern?

If he likes it too, when he walks through the streets that day, if his horse runs faster, he will be able to protect her behind him and leave her alone...

In 700 years, he stayed in Qixing Town, not caring about life or death, and finally he was able to return this lamp to them.

The gauze lantern embroidered with orchids falls to the ground, and Yu Huaiyin sees a star, which goes away with the galaxy.

When the ghosts and immortals fall, even though they will never be able to step into the fairyland again and again, at least there is a glimmer of life left to go to Huangquan to be one of the thousands of mortals.

A life-and-death catastrophe was over, and he recovered his life again. Yu Huaiyin looked away in shock at the sound of coughing not far away.

What should come can't escape, Liang Chi is about to wake up.

The spiritual power in his body hadn't recovered yet, he was a little tired, but he still had the strength to pull a not-so-ugly smile.

"You." Yu Huaiyin went to Fu Liangcup, and before he could finish his sentence, the invisible sword rested on his neck, "Wake up..."

"Where's the Linghai?" Liang Chi's eyes were red, he remembered Yu Huaiyin's betrayal before, and the smile of this person when the Yaodan blew himself up.

He recognized him, in front of the city gate, in the Temple of the City God, under the Yin Yang Pagoda, and in the Temple of the Five Viscera, every minute and every second made him feel familiar.

"Swallow." Face to face, Yu Huaiyin spoke bluntly, looking at the tears on the boy's face, he couldn't remember when he cried.

Silent snow fell in pieces in front of the eyes, and the four eyes met, and time stood still for a moment.

At this moment, Liang Ce's eyes widened suddenly, but he didn't know whether it was joy or anger, "If that's the case, return it."

He spoke ruthlessly, but the invisible sword in his hand moved away from Yu Huaiyin's neck, and stabbed at the man's dantian tentatively.

Yu Huaiyin turned around to dodge, with five fingers gathered, the Minsheng Spear appeared in his palm, he blocked the sword, and said sharply: "Liang Ce, don't go too far, I really think I dare not kill you!"

He was a little wronged. He thought that the unprecedented rebirth could escape the control of the system, but in the end he still inevitably ended up facing the protagonist with swords.

In this life, his name was Yu Huaiyin, and he was inexplicably charged with being a villain. He tried his best for irrelevant people time and time again, but it was his fault even to get back his own spiritual sea.

"Are you going to kill me?" Liang Chiben had tasted some sweetness, as if he had fallen into the soft cotton, indulged in the dream of lost and found, but this sentence poured cold water on his face, which made him sober up a lot.

The two went through a few tricks indifferently, Yu Huaiyin couldn't understand what was in Liang Ce's eyes, but he was just wondering why he would let go of his guard when facing this young man in red, and said something that he would never do for others. Human hypocrisy.

The mask of indifference cultivated by eight hundred generations was torn off, it was really embarrassing.

He was so courageous that he couldn't choose what to say, how could he get rid of his good feelings, could he still hug his thigh?

What's more, he has lost all his spiritual power now, how many moves can he take.

The invisible sword is like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, pointing directly at the eyebrows.

Yu Huaiyin couldn't stand it anymore, after a burst of dizziness, no matter how hard to suppress the injuries he had suffered before, his face instantly turned pale, and he watched the sword's edge pass through the chaotic white snow without moving, and it continued to enlarge in his pupils.

Liang Ce was amazed by his actions, and hastily withdrew his sword momentum, he didn't use his spiritual power to strike, and Yu Huaiyin was so weak that he couldn't even catch his sword.

A pair of empty and beautiful eyes slowly closed, and his heart ached while looking at the book. His sword deviated from the direction, and it should have stabbed in the void.

In desperation, the first sword that was on the sidelines of the battle, because he could not wait for the master's call, did not order it to be automatic.

In the dark night, a snow-colored dagger, like a ray of clear moonlight, hit the edge of the invisible sword with killing intent.

Liang Chu was careless for a moment, and faced the sword without any precautions, his arm felt numb for a while, and he couldn't even hold the invisible sword.

The ancient fierce sword was knocked to the ground, it had a fierce reputation, and it was disgraced overnight, trembling with anger, I wanted to stand up and make the first strike, and fight another [-] rounds.

But when the sword screamed and the first sword body shook, the invisible sword seemed like a child who had made a mistake, sealed his spiritual consciousness all of a sudden, and lay down on the ground pretending to be dead.

"Intangible!" Liang Ce was stunned by this scene, and then his expression turned serious. Facing the pursuit of the first sword, he could only run away with his head in his arms.

Yu Huaiyin slightly opened his eyes, he didn't see the sword coming towards him, but he saw Liang Ce running around wildly being chased by the first sword.

The red figure of the young man is like a frightened bird, coupled with his boss's footwork which combines the virtual and the real, although he is running for his life, he looks like a light bird and a vigorous wolf, which is very pleasing to the eye.

He was originally enjoying a good show, but the first sword was ready to kill, and he circled around the good book, unexpectedly accurately predicting the direction he will go next.

A sword pierced through Liang Chu's left shoulder, blood splashed out and blended with Bai Xue.

"Oops—" Yu Huaiyin didn't expect the first strike to be so ruthless. If Liang Ce died like this, the system might blame him for the death of the protagonist, and then start over from the beginning.

Wouldn't he have to be tortured to death by the copy of Qixing Town again, and the experience points would be wasted.

"The first sword, stop." Yu Huaiyin yelled, but seeing the sword seemed red-eyed, as if taking Liang Chu's life was the happiest thing in his life and what he should do the most.

This long-cherished wish has been accumulated in my heart for thousands of years.

The sword light was as fast as lightning, and the sound of piercing into the flesh and blood was clearly audible.

Liang Ce froze, the sword obviously didn't hurt him at all, but he was in pain because someone stood in front of him without the slightest hesitation.

The first sword that drank blood stopped, and Yu Huaiyin's frowning brows stretched out, rejoicing that the sword only pierced half a point, only wounding the skin.

But when his blood flowed, a red thread came out from the sword body, the light of the first sword was radiant, half of the sword body was automatically repaired, and turned into a long sword with snow-colored brilliance.

It was originally made of extraordinary iron, but it disobeyed the will of the gods and was knocked down in the world. Only when the old man gave up his life to feed it can it return to its former appearance.

With a sword piercing his chest, Yu Huaiyin didn't expect that the first sword would have such a hand, so he could only smile wryly.

This is to play him to death!With a sudden heart attack, he clenched the hilt of the first sword with his backhand, pulled out the sword abruptly, and threw it flying.

"This pierces my heart..." Yu Huaiyin murmured, immediately passed out and fell backwards.

"A Yin." Liang Ce caught the man, his expression darkened, looking at the man in his arms, he only thought in his heart that he should protect him.

The first sword flew out, turned a few times in the air, and finally pierced deeply into the soil, just in time to land with the invisible sword.

In the long wind and snow, the black and white swords lay down and stood up, they were born exactly the same, even the lines were the same.

On the white sword, a drop of blood flowed over the word "Xiyin" that appeared on the sword, which is its name.

The elephant has no form, but the big voice has no sound. After endless years, they finally meet again.