villain is a good guy

The truth is cruel and terrifying. It turns out that the plot seems to have not been updated in these years, and it was his junior brother who sacrificed his life for it.

Yan Rongyi stood in the snow, the snow around him was gradually stained with blood in his eyes - Baishuang, Bailiu, Wangshui... Countless people fell in front of him with their eyes wide open.

"Brother..."

Familiar voices also began to linger in his ears, and countless grievances reappeared in the world, and their wailing merged into the snowstorm of Fushan School.

The Furong sword in Yan Rongyi's hand fell into the snow. He covered his ears and knelt down heavily.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead drop by drop: "No...no!"

The voice became gentle again. Seeing Yan Rongyi's collapse, he said in a persuasive manner, "Your junior and junior sister have already sacrificed their lives for you. If you give up your ascension now, don't you just abandon them?"

"...Yan Rongyi, think about it carefully, do you really want to let the younger brothers and younger sisters die in peace?"

Of course he doesn't want to.

But... this is wrong.

From the day Yan Rongyi knew that she was the "protagonist" of the story, she had this feeling faintly, especially after getting along with everyone from the Fushan School, this feeling became more and more deepened.

He is the "protagonist", but he is also the executioner.

He cruelly snatched away the opportunity of being a "cannon fodder" and enjoyed it, so... what kind of meritorious accomplishment?

If in the eyes of heaven, the fate of "cannon fodder" is not fate, why should he believe in such heaven?

What's the point of such an ascension?

Yan Rongyi stood up from the snow with difficulty.

The voice applauded: "It's great that you can figure it out."

He lowered his head, dragged his legs, and walked towards the sky thunder that connected the sky and the earth. The Furong sword dragged a winding trace on the ground.

"Come on, come in..." The voice couldn't hide the ecstasy in its tone, and even the clouds kept rolling with excited thunder, "Yes, that's it... Wait, what are you doing?!"

The sword repairman in red swung his sword and slashed at Tianlei.

The wind blew his long hair, and his bloodshot eyes rolled down a line of tears: "If I really follow what you said, stepping on the flesh and blood of my junior and junior sisters, they will really die with regret!"

Where the sword light came, the sky thunder disappeared like dust.

Accompanied by the sharp howling of swords, the purple lightning instantly blended into the cold wind of Fushan.

He didn't expect Yan Rongyi to chop up the soaring sky thunder when he heard the sound, and fell silent for a while.

After a long time, "it" laughed furiously in the wind: "Okay...very good, you really can't control...hahaha!"

"...But so what?" The voice changed the subject, "Yan Rongyi, do you know why Ling Jiushen didn't ascend?"

He seemed to have been punched in the face, staring at him, dizzy and dizzy.

Yes, why...

Why didn't Master ascend?

"You... what did you do?" Yan Rongyi's teeth chattered, and his fear was like a snowstorm, wrapping him tightly and tightly from the inside out.

He always thought that Ling Jiushen would not be affected by the plot, but it turns out...he was probably wrong.

It's not that Ling Jiushen won't ascend, but he can't ascend.

"It has something to do with me?" Yan Rongyi raised her head, although it was a question, her tone was extremely firm.

"That's right." The voice exhausted its patience and replied impatiently, "Ling Jiushen has long known that you are the protagonist in the story."

He trembled all over, staggering and unable to stand still.

"...Ling Jiushen is much smarter than you."

"...He not only knows that you are the only protagonist in the story, but also guesses that there is only one person in this story who can ascend successfully."

"...Yan Rongyi, you have to thank your master. Whenever his cultivation reaches a certain level, he will carry you behind his back and destroy his cultivation for many years in order to stay in this world."

A bolt from the blue, but that's all.

Yan Rongyi suddenly laughed out loud.

What plot, what protagonist...

He thought that he was the son of luck and was blessed by nature.

It turned out that everything was a dream woven for him by the people around him.

He has lived ignorantly and ignorantly for a hundred years, it is better to have a big dream in vain.

"Yan Rongyi, aren't you still ascending?" The voice was like a bell, vibrating between heaven and earth.

More voices joined in.

Bai Liu asked him why he didn't ascend, Bai Shuang asked him why he didn't ascend, Wang Shui asked him why he didn't ascend... Finally, surrounded by everyone, Ling Jiushen came to him and asked coldly, "Rongyi, why don't you ascend?" Not flying?"

The purple thunder struck down from behind the clouds again.

"Come on." The voice urged, "Only after you leave this world can Ling Jiusen ascend."

Yan Rongyi, with empty eyes, repeated Tiandao's words in a murmur, and took trembling steps.

What is the meaning of his existence?

If there is no protagonist, people in this world are "people", not "cannon fodder".

It was he who changed their fate.

Yeah, he should leave.

He is an outsider in this world.

Behind Yan Rongyi's invisible clouds, a pair of scarlet eyes are manipulating Tianlei, anxiously waiting for him to "fly up".

Behind the gorgeous rays of light, there is not a fairy world surrounded by fairy spirit, but a thick fog that is lifeless.

There were continuous mournful howls in the mist, and the wind filled with the smell of blood became tighter and tighter.

Countless icy chains slanted across the sky and earth, forming countless complicated formations, and the center of the formations was the source of the screams.

One after another, skinny figures rolled and struggled in the black mist, and their bodies were at the end of the chains.

If the disciples of the various sects were here and saw the figures clearly in the dense fog, they would definitely be able to recognize the Taoist robes on them.

——The Tsing Yi of Guanfeng Pavilion, the black robe of Wangyou Valley...

In the vast world, at a glance, all the monks who have ascended from the world's major sects are here, except for the white robes of the Fushan sect.

"Damn it." Tiandao felt the aura coming back from the iron chain, and once again set his eyes on Yan Rongyi, "If you drag it on, you will be noticed by Ling Jiushen... But if Yan Rongyi can't be tricked, this party will The world will be destroyed by Ling Jiushen one day!"

What Tiandao said to Yan Rongyi was naturally half true and half false.

For example, the real reason why Ling Jiushen didn't ascend.

...Because thousands of years ago, Ling Jiushen discovered the truth of "Ascension" in the world when he came up alone with a sword.

The soaring monks failed to go to the fairy world, but became the nourishment of the heavens to maintain this world.

There was a deep hatred in Tiandao's eyes, thinking of everything he had done to keep Ling Jiu deeply trapped in the world, the dark chains seemed to feel the anger of "it", they collided with each other in the thick fog, making dull noises sound.

Yan Rongyi, who stepped into the sky thunder half a step, suddenly woke up.

wrong.

wrong!

Even if he ascends, the dead will not come back to life.

A sense of disobedience appeared, and Yan Rongyi quickly noticed more disharmony.

Why does Heaven insist on letting him ascend?

Why does the protagonist have to soar?

If according to Tiandao, Ling Jiushen did not ascend because he wanted to ascend, then what is the predecessor who ascended thousands of years ago in this world?

You must know that, except for the founder of the Fushan Sect who did not ascend, all sects, large and small, had ancestors who ascended tens of thousands of years ago, and up to now, the soul lamps of those ancestors have been burning in all sects safely with.

This world was not born with Yan Rongyi, this world obviously has its own rules.

So Yan Rongyi withdrew her stepped foot.

"My master... what do you want to do to my master?"

All the people around him were dead, only Ling Jiushen stayed till the end.

That's the weirdest thing.

For so many years, he has never seen a plot that is closely related to Ling Jiushen. He thought it was because his master had a deep cultivation base and was about to ascend to heaven, and the law of heaven could not bear him. Now it seems that the facts never stop there.

Tiandao eagerly expects him to ascend, as if... wants to leave Ling Jiushen alone in this world.

"Your master?" The voice paused, as if it was hiding something, the sky thundered at the end of the sky, and the wind even wafted intoxicating music, "After you ascend, your master will be able to ascend ... Yan Rongyi, I assure you, you and Ling Jiushen will meet in the fairy world!"

"Really?" Yan Rongyi squeezed the Furong sword in her hand, "You mean, in this world, only one person can ascend?"

Tiandao answered in a hurry: "Yes."

"What about the senior who ascended before?" Yan Rongyi heard the words, sneered and split the sky thunder again, and at the same time had a vague premonition in her heart-everything Tiandao did was not for him, but for Ling Jiushen- He didn't know where his premonition came from, but it seemed that it was a thought that was deep in his heart and finally saw the light of day, and it occupied all his thoughts as soon as it appeared.

Yan Rongyi said: "In this world, countless seniors have ascended... Do you think I don't know?"

"That was before!" Seeing Tianlei shattered again, Tiandao tried to draw mana from the black chain again, but found that the wailing sound fell silent unconsciously. Countless skinny monks stared at their blood-red eyes, silently staring at it.

Tiandao shivered, and vented all his anger on Yan Rongyi: "Are you going to ascend or not!"

"Of course not."

"Okay, then just look at Ling Jiushen... what are you going to do?!" The voice exclaimed again, "You... are you crazy?"

Yan Rongyi, who was standing in the wind and snow, slowly stabbed the Furong Sword into his heart.

Warm blood rolled down the sharp blade.

The sword that had been with him for a long time let out a mournful cry, but it couldn't break free from its master's hand.

Yan Rongyi's complexion quickly turned gray, and his eyes burst out with infinite light: "You forced me to ascend, but I won't!"

"...As long as the protagonist disappears, everything will return to normal, right?"

The way of heaven is thousands of calculations, and Yan Rongyi didn't count on committing suicide, and there were countless thunders in the sky, even Ling Jiushen, who was practicing in the cave, seemed to feel it, got up suddenly, and flew out of the cave.

"You...you really don't know good from bad, do you think I can't deal with Ling Jiushen after you die?"

Yan Rongyi who inserted the Furong Sword into her heart showed a relieved smile.

Sure enough, the way of heaven forced him to ascend for the sake of his master.

such a pity……

Yan Rongyi fell to her knees on the ground, using her last strength to push the sword in her heart completely into her body.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his vision began to blur.

So cold.

Yan Rong thought, since he set foot on the immortal journey, he hasn't felt too cold for a long time.

It turned out that he still felt cold.

But at the end of his life, a scene that he had never experienced before appeared in front of his eyes.

The sky is crumbling, the sun and the moon have no light.

Ling Jiushen, who was dressed in a pitch-black Taoist robe, turned his back on him and pointed his sword at the sky.

The breath from ancient times emanated from the sword.

Yan Rongyi was in a trance, feeling kind, and unconsciously, her perspective changed.

He was held in the palm of Ling Jiushen, gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.

Blood soaked his body, and he responded with a sharper sword light.

Someone whispered in his ear: "The only person who can kill me is you."

…………

"Damn!"

The angry roar of heaven came from behind the clouds.

The black chain suddenly fell silent, and then began to vibrate crazily at a certain time.

The figures bound by the chains turned into black mist one by one, and Tiandao's scarlet eyes became deeper and deeper.

Finally, after there were no more monks on the chain between heaven and earth, "it" spoke again: "Want to use death to change the plot? It's not that easy!"

"...Since you don't want to be the protagonist, then try the villain's treatment!"

"...Yan Rongyi, you are destined to embark on the plot I arranged for you!"

The world seemed to be frozen, and then began to reverse rapidly.

The old man turned into a child in the blink of an eye, and the ancient trees in the sky were reintroduced into the soil and turned into grass seeds, waiting to germinate.

And Yan Rongyi, who was about to die, opened his eyes again, and returned to the dirty prison.

"Hello...Hello? Wake up!" Dirty water with a muddy smell splashed on Yan Rongyi's face.

He woke up coughing, and the voice in his ears was still there: "I thought he was dead... Well, what's the difference between living and dead for this kind of person?"

Yan Rongyi, who lost her memory, returned to Moxiu's territory.

Although he doesn't remember that he has experienced everything in the world, he cares deeply for his juniors and sisters around him.

In the dark, Youdao voice kept reminding him.

They don't deserve to die.

No one deserves to die.

The author has something to say: I am finally going to write back to the normal timeline...