When the villain picks up the script

Xiao Jing's eyes instantly showed reluctance, but he didn't say anything sensible, but bit his lip to restrain himself, and looked at Wen Qinglan eagerly.

Wen Qinglan smiled helplessly, and patted Xiao Jing's head: "Little Jing, don't be afraid, Master will always be waiting for you."

Wen Qinglan was not surprised when she left the narrow and dark hut and stepped on the foul and smelly bloody water, but she was a little surprised which memory this was.

After all, as far as the eye can see, it is desolate and desolate. The white smoke after the burning is scattered in the air, with ruins and no people.

Only the blood-soaked ground under the feet, looking around, the corpse lying under the ruined roof was still bleeding thickly.

If there were only one or two dead bodies like this, it would not be enough to surprise Wen Qinglan.

Now this place is clearly a scene of hell like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

There were piles of dead bodies and corpses scattered all over the place. After walking all the way, there was not even a single human being in sight.

Taking a closer look, those corpses were dressed in one or two mortal cultivators.

It is obvious that a terrible massacre has been experienced here.

I don't know who can do this step.

And why did Xiao Jing have such a scene in his memory.

Or, is this a scene he didn't participate in?

After all, before Xiao Jing reached the peak, he was already dead.

Could it be that after his death, Xiao Jing encountered some more terrifying enemy, so that the scene in front of him appeared?

Walking all the way and all the way, I saw only a bunch of dead bodies, but not a single living person.

There was not even a trace of Xiao Jing who should appear in front of him the most.

This made Wen Qinglan vigilant and suspicious. He even began to guess whether he had left the past and returned to the green land before it disappeared, but because the illusion was so deeply affected that he couldn't tell it for a while.

However, as they walked, Wen Qinglan's suspicion turned into consternation.

If he hadn't noticed it before, then he had already noticed something strange after walking all the way.

The blood flowing out of these corpses did not flow away casually, but flowed out strange and complicated patterns along a fixed trajectory.

This is clearly a deliberate sacrifice.

Whose handwriting is so evil and domineering.

With such a large-scale blood sacrifice massacre, there is no movement in the comprehension world?

With doubts, Wen Qinglan flew towards Wuwei Daozong.

The back mountain of Wuwei Taoist Sect is the end of Qianyu Continent. There is a peak in Daozong, which is said to be the highest floating peak in Qianyu Continent. This floating peak is on the back mountain.

The more you go to Wuwei Daozong, the stronger the feeling of danger and depression.

It wasn't until Wen Qinglan reached the realm of Daozong that he realized that it wasn't that there was no movement in the cultivation world, but that those who could fight in the cultivation world were surrounded by the back mountain of Daozong.

Anger was burning in the eyes of these monks, and they even gave up their misunderstanding and prejudice among themselves. They looked at the black-robed monk on the floating peak of the back mountain together in a rare common hatred.

The strong wind blew the black-robed monk's robe, and the other party's black-eyed red lips and extremely handsome face were reflected in Wen Qinglan's pupils.

In those black eyebrows drawn like lines, what is revealed is no longer gloomy silence, but a kind of extreme indifference. Looking at the monks below is like looking down on lifeless ants.

His pale skin made his red lips look like blood, and his whole body was like a bloodthirsty poppy, charming and dangerous.

Seeing the other party, Wen Qinglan's eyes also showed a trace of complexity.

This kind of Xiao Jing was really beyond his expectation, and it also surprised him a little.

He asked himself that it was not a decent style of a famous school, but it would not be too outrageous, but the two disciples he taught were all bewitched.

Looking at Xiao Jing's style of work, he was obviously the son of destiny, but in the end he turned into a big devil that everyone shouted for beating and killing.

However, Xiao Jing at the top of the peak didn't seem to care what others thought of him, and just stood on the top of the peak with an indifferent face.

It wasn't until this moment that Wen Qinglan saw that the huge energy flowing out of the blood sacrifice actually gathered from all parts of the Qianyu Continent to the peak of Wuwei Daozong, and the ultimate goal they flowed to was Xiao Jing.

Now, this scene turned out to be the final moment of the blood sacrifice's success.

And Xiao Jing was so crazy that he sacrificed the world.

I don't know what his apprentice is going crazy to do.

Wen Qinglan thought secretly, he quietly blended into the monks who besieged Xiao Jing.

"Xiao Jing, are you crazy, that the blood sacrifice world wants to be on the Dao?" Someone among the monks shouted: "If you stop now, there is still time."

However, Xiao Jing just glanced at the other party indifferently, as if he had no interest in speaking.

His appearance made the monks below gnash their teeth even more fiercely.

"What is there to say to this devil? We were all deceived by him back then, otherwise we wouldn't have let him grow to this point."

"That's right. Back in the Wuwei Dao Sect, he should have been killed, and he wouldn't end up in the blood sacrifice world."

"If you ask me, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. His master Qinglan deceived his master and killed his ancestors to kill his fellow disciples. The apprentices he taught are not good things."

"This Xiao Jing was someone who even killed his own master back then. At that time, he should have thought that he was a ruthless and devilish thing." One of the monks said bitterly. Looking at his clothes, it turned out to be from the Wuwei Taoist sect. people.

Until this moment, Xiao Jing finally spoke. Surrounded by thousands of people, he didn't look flustered at all. He just smiled lightly and said, "It's late."

Seeing Xiao Jing's smile, the monks below suddenly felt alarmed.

However, as Xiao Jing said, it was already too late, the blood sacrifice was completed, and several extremely powerful energies gathered from all directions of Qianyu Continent in an instant.

Even this floating peak of Wuwei Taoist Sect has turned into a terrifying death formation.

Those monks only had time to let out a miserable howl before they were swallowed up by the death-death formation, turned into energy and transported to Xiao Jing's feet.

Surrounded by countless energies, nothingness became tangible, and Xiao Jing was surrounded by a substantial red energy wall.

Xiao Jing raised his hand slightly, and those blood-red energies turned into huge pillars and shot straight into the sky.

After the blood sacrifice was completed, the space barrier of Qianyu Continent shattered instantly, and the entire Qianyu Continent slowly fell apart, together with the countless creatures on this continent.

Even Wen Qinglan, who had strayed into his memory, was affected by this huge force that destroyed the world, and his mind went blank for a moment.

After a moment, Wen Qinglan, who was sober, raised his eyes and looked around.

The Thousand Feather Continent no longer exists, and the surroundings are a void of darkness, only scattered with unknown stars.

Among the thousands of stars, Xiao Jing closed his eyes and floated. He was completely naked, and his long hair was scattered in front of him like a waterfall. He seemed to be curled up in his mother's womb, drifting in the darkness of nothingness.

Until he floated in front of Wen Qinglan.

Feeling something, Xiao Jing slowly opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of cold, inorganic pupils without a trace of emotion, like the icy gods above the nine heavens, or the more specific way of heaven.

In his eyes, all things are just floating dust moving according to a predetermined trajectory, and life or death has no meaning to him.

"As you can see, host, Xiao Jing sacrificed blood to the world, going back in time and space." The system that hadn't made a sound for a long time suddenly spoke out, and its voice was so serious that it hadn't been seen for a long time.

Wen Qinglan's heart skipped a beat, he looked at Xiao Jing who was as cold as an object in front of him, and asked in his mind: "It's because of this that you appeared by my side?"

The system didn't speak, and Wen Qinglan didn't need to answer, his guess was already very certain.

For the past, when the system first appeared, it showed that it was very important to do the task, but then it seemed to not care about the progress at all. The reason why he, the host, was allowed to slow down was almost clear.

The impact the system can have on him is actually not as great as he thought at first.

Most of the time, all the system can do is lure in words. After all, a special product in the real world has almost the same effect. It affects people's hearts and changes people's behavior unconsciously.

After all, Wen Qinglan is a monk, and a top monk at that, so he has already faintly sensed the existence of the system.

But now this is not the time to calculate the system, he is more concerned about the meaning of the system's words.

Xiao Jing's blood sacrifice to the world is actually to go back in time and space?

However, after hearing the news, Wen Qinglan was not only not surprised, but had a sense of clarity.

Then why did his apprentice have the memory of things that never happened, and why he said those words when he was imprisoned in Daozong's underground? At this moment, there is an explanation.

However, Wen Qinglan didn't feel angry or being deceived, just as he didn't tell Xiao Jing that he had read "The Legend of the Supreme God" and that he had a system in him.

Then Xiao Jing didn't tell him that he was a reborn person who went back in time and space because of the blood sacrifice to the world, so that's nothing.

No matter what, he and Xiao Jing have come to this point, these trivial matters not only did not hinder them, but gave them another possibility as master and apprentice.

The so-called villain's counterattack has almost been completed by now.

He believed that Xiao Jing would never face him with a sword like in his previous life no matter what.

On the contrary, his good apprentice, his little apprentice Xiao Jing, will become a great help on his path.

It didn't take long for these thoughts to wander in his mind, and Xiao Jing's inorganic eyes in front of him also turned into doubt and surprise.

"Master?" He shouted softly in disbelief, and the movement of curling up and letting himself drift changed into stopping and standing in front of Wen Qinglan.

Wen Qinglan smiled at the little apprentice: "Xiaojing."

"Master, you call me Xiaojing?" The expression on Xiao Jing's face in front of him was a little strange: "I thought, Master, you probably never want to see Xiaojing again."

"Is it because of the phantom brought by the energy of my blood sacrifice?"

As Xiao Jing said, he stretched out his hand to touch Wen Qinglan. His hand easily penetrated Wen Qinglan's body. It gradually became gloomy.

"Master, even if it is a phantom, it still makes me so painful. I must have been possessed a long time ago. Master, you have treated me like this, but the moment I heard the news of your death, I went crazy to the world of blood sacrifices. I just want to go back. Next to you, ask you why."

Wen Qinglan actually had long-lost distress, his eyes gradually became gentle, and he touched the top of Xiao Jing's head vaguely.

Xiao Jing sighed: "It really is a phantom, how could the real master treat me like this, and only the master who has gone back in time and space and can't remember anything can talk to me normally."

As he said that, Xiao Jing's expression was a bit sad. He looked at Wen Qinglan in front of him, and because he only regarded the other party as a phantom, Xiao Jing said without any scruples: "Actually, so what if you go back, Master must be very happy." You hate me, when I was on Jingping Peak, the master didn't pay much attention to me, otherwise he wouldn't have been so eager to abandon me back then, obviously Xiaojing has always worked hard to be obedient, why on earth?"

"Master hates me so much that he wants to kill me all the time, what did Xiao Jing not do well?" Xiao Jing's face was blank, but his dark eyes began to turn red.

Wen Qinglan opened his mouth, and finally said nothing, but suddenly stepped forward and kissed Xiao Jing's forehead.