Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

"What? Are you sure it was him?"

"Yes, I definitely didn't make a mistake. It was him."

The other immortal officials present were all stunned. They didn't expect that just because they wanted to take advantage of the situation, how did they provoke a big monster?

What made them feel the most incredible was that the other party risked his life and was stubborn in wanting to save the divine beast.

Several Celestial Clan members who had suffered losses in front of him and lost their natal swords fled away. An existence that could come and go freely in the inner circle of Wanming Mountain was simply not someone they could defeat!

As for the other immortal officials, they did not want to leave yet. They wanted the divine beast to recognize them as their master.

Zhao Huancheng did not stop the Celestial Clan members who wanted to leave, but he was not afraid of the Celestial Clan immortal officials who stayed behind.

If these Celestial Clan members did not have the help of magical artifacts and various immortal elixirs, they would have already fallen to Zhao Huancheng's sword long ago.

"The Celestial Clan really lived up to everyone's expectations!"

When these words came out of Zhao Huancheng's mouth, there was an inexplicable irony in them.

"Don't go too far!" An immortal official heard the ulterior motive in Zhao Huancheng's words and cursed angrily, "You are just a demon. Do you really think you are a god?"

Zhao Huancheng was not angry at the immortal official's arrogant attitude. He just raised his eyes and said calmly, "What's so great about being a god?"

Before Emperor Xiantian caused the fall and destruction of the gods, which of the things these so-called gods did was in line with the attitude that gods should have?

In his opinion, there are countless gods and Buddhas in the sky, but there are only a few who are truly worthy of the title of God.

For example, his master, and Chu Ge who once risked his life to suppress the activation of the world-destroying formation.

Regardless of their race, they are all worthy gods.

"Aren't the things you Celestials have done in the past shameful enough? This time, you don't even intend to let go of the God who is about to ascend. It turns out that... a dog will always eat shit."

"You say that because you haven't reached the level of a god yet, and you're just envious and jealous."

The immortal official was completely enraged by Zhao Huancheng's words, "The demon race should always submit to the heavenly race. Our heavenly race is now seriously injured, but this is only temporary. Sooner or later, you will still become slaves of the heavenly race."

Sooner or later, their Celestial Clan will return to their former strength. Decline is only temporary; strength is eternal.

The two second-generation immortals who were bragging were ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and were fools who had never seen Zhao Huancheng's strength.

Zhao Huancheng's eyes were calm, with a few drops of blood splashed on the corners of his eyes. The blood stain made him look particularly fierce, like a ghost coming back from hell.

He swung the sword in his hand towards the immortal officials who were trying to sneak attack and kill Bai Qiaochuan from behind. "I am not a god, because gods are supposed to help the world, not to stir up storms."

His sword style used to be the gentleman sword, and he never took anyone's life easily. Now that he broke the rule, there was no turning back.

Growth is always accompanied by pain, just like what Master once experienced.

Zhao Huancheng knew that he had no way to ignore Bai Qiaochuan. No matter how many times he came, he was willing to pay the price with his life.

To stop the endless enemies, killing alone is not enough. It would be best if... there was something that could pull them all in and buy time for Baiqiaochuan.

Zhao Huancheng looked back at Bai Qiaochuan, as if he wanted to remember him deeply in his mind and never forget him again.

"From now on, be good."

Don't get hurt for anyone again, just live.

Bai Qiaochuan was extremely panicked. After Zhao Huancheng looked at him and revealed a faint smile and sadness, his bad premonition reached its peak.

He clenched his left hand and shook his head silently, "No."

Zhao Huancheng saw a line of clear tears sliding down the corners of Bai Qiaochuan's eyes. The tear marks were not yet dry, and the slightly red corners of his eyes made people feel inexplicably soft-hearted and distressed.

Bai Qiaochuan has a bad intuition and thinks that Zhao Huancheng will do something stupid, but he doesn't know what the other party is going to do?

He endured the pain in his chest, blood oozing from the countless wounds on his body, "Zhao Huancheng, I won't allow you to do anything stupid."

Zhao Huancheng turned around and didn't look at Bai Qiaochuan anymore. Instead, he said to everyone in an almost ruthless manner, "Since you insist on thinking about things that don't belong to you, don't blame me."

His eyes changed, and as they changed, no one noticed that Zhao Huancheng's lips turned white and blood was oozing from his ears and eyes.

Bai Qiaochuan was still undergoing the tribulation and was unable to get through. He could only watch as Zhao Huancheng used a method close to self-destruction to pull all the cultivators and immortal officials present into a dream.

Bai Qiaochuan was the only one awake. He watched all of them fall into their own dreams and could no longer launch an attack on Zhao Huancheng.

But judging from Zhao Huancheng's performance, Bai Qiaochuan speculated that setting up an illusion on such a large scale would require a lot of cultivation.

However, Zhao Huancheng had already been seriously injured and was unable to pull so many people into the illusion. If he wanted to pull them in, he would have to... burn all his vitality.

There are too many immortal officials present, and the cost of pulling them all into the illusion is too high. The cost is so high that it can only be "advanced" in advance!

Bai Qiaochuan opened his eyes wide with a look of despair, "No, Zhao Huancheng, stop right there! If you continue like this, you will..." die.

Zhao Huancheng used his own death as the price to weave an illusion that lasted for more than three days. Three days... was the maximum time he could gain.

He fell down, one hand on the ground, and the other hand wiped the blood from his mouth, "It doesn't matter, whether it's a man or a god, everyone will die one day."

Bai Qiaochuan couldn't even get up, so how could he crawl to Zhao Huancheng's side? "Why? You've already saved me once, why are you risking your life to protect me this time?"

And he can't move at this time. The Xuantian Thunder is very powerful. Wherever he goes, the thunder will follow him?

As soon as he got close to Zhao Huancheng, he wanted him to die sooner.

"Because you are an important person to me." Zhao Huancheng couldn't control the bleeding from the corners of his mouth and eyes.

These are all signs that your vitality is about to be exhausted.

Apart from his master, there is no one else close to him in his life.

Shirahashi River is a special and important place.

Bai Qiaochuan was stunned. From Zhao Huancheng's calm eyes, he didn't know whether he should be happy or sad about this sentence?

An important person, but not a beloved one...

He pulled the corners of his lips weakly, "Take back the illusion, I can handle it."

Zhao Huancheng did not agree. As his vitality faded faster, his hands and feet began to feel like ice and snow, extremely cold.

"I want to get some sleep."

Bai Qiaochuan clenched his hands tightly, "No, you can't sleep, Zhao Huancheng, remember, I don't want to owe you anything."

You are not allowed to die.

Zhao Huancheng collapsed completely. He could still hear Bai Qiaochuan calling his name in his ears, but he no longer had the strength to answer.

The ice and snow seemed to have completely covered Zhao Huancheng at an extremely fast speed, and Zhao Huancheng closed his eyes quietly, with a peaceful face as if he was asleep.

"Zhao Huancheng! You are not allowed to die. If you die...what should I do?"

Zhao Xuan, who was sitting on a recliner in Chu Ge's wooden house, swayed back and forth, frowning slightly, feeling an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.