After being reincarnated, he was targeted by a black-bellied junior brother

The whole world is quiet.

Time seemed to freeze at the moment when Baili Wuming fell off the cliff, and everything around him was still.

Duan Qing stood on the chain bridge, her face was as pale as if all the blood had been drained from her body.

Suddenly, all the people surrounding Duan Qing—the demon guardians and disciples of cultivating immortals—all started to run away.

Xuan Ming ran the fastest, the first to escape into the darkness, and disappeared without a trace.

Followed by Manghong, Binglong, and Leilin, they seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and moved away from Duan Qing's side crazily.

Lan Hao and Feng Xiaoxiao didn't know why, but they organized all the disciples to retreat immediately.

They don't know what will happen next.

But human beings are also animals. Just like animals fleeing desperately in the face of disaster, they have the intuition and instinct to smell danger.

Lan Hao, who thought that he could get rid of the demon king like the immortal emperor and was recorded in history, now has only one thought:

escape.

And at this moment when everyone except Duan Qing was running away, with Duan Qing at the center, a terrifying force engulfed the entire Valley of Death in the blink of an eye.

God, it's bright.

The valley is silent, and the green water and green mountains look so beautiful under the first ray of morning light.

But there was only one place, which was pitch black, as if it had been burned out, and the flowers, plants and trees were not spared, and everything was reduced to ashes.

The chain bridge under Duan Qing's feet had long been shattered, and his body fell straight to the bottom of the valley.

There was a rushing river at the bottom of the valley, the water was icy cold, Duan Qing fell into the river with a plop, sinking deeply like a big rock was tied to her body. "Don't worry, brother, no matter what happens, I will protect you."

These words kept echoing in her mind, Duan Qing's purple eyes opened in the water, there was no focus in them.

Brother...

—The image of Baili Wuming before he died was repeated in his mind over and over again—a big bloody hole was opened in his thin chest, the snow-white gown was stained red by splashing blood, and the smile on his face froze in an instant.

Before Baili Wuming died, he didn't even say a last word, didn't say it to him, and just disappeared before his eyes.

Duan Qing's body sank to the bottom of the river.

The river water was icy cold, but he couldn't feel anything, as if any impact couldn't compare to Baili Wuming's death.

Obviously it's just a taboo, obviously it's just a dispensable plaything.

As a member of the Demon Race, and the Demon Lord who stood at the top of the Demon Race thousands of years ago, Duan Qing is very clear that she has no heart, no feelings, and naturally she will not like or fall in love with anyone, and anyone's death will not Let him have a half-divided heartache and sadness.

This is the Demon Race, the Demon Lord.

When Baili Wuming's soul flew away, Duan Qing was just surprised.

He thought he was just surprised.

But when he realized that Baili Wuming was really dead, and after he died, he would no longer talk to him, be angry with him, smile at him, or feel warm, he Panic.

Duan Qing suddenly didn't know what to do.

Baili Wuming cannot die.

Baili Wuming died, what should he do?

Duan Qing's motionless body gradually floated up from the bottom of the river, and the whole body was suspended on the river surface.

"Brother...Brother...you won't die, right? I know you won't die...you must be here...I'll find you, i can

find you! "

Muttering in his mouth, Duan Qing frantically searched for Baili Wuming in the rushing river, from upstream to downstream.

Further down, there is a towering waterfall.

"Why not? How could..."

Duan Qing almost turned the entire mountain stream upside down, but still couldn't find Baili Wuming.

Live without people, dead without corpses.

Standing in the river, Duan Qing shivered coldly.

It wasn't because the river was frozen, but because Baili Wuming couldn't be found.

The fear of losing Baili Wuming made him tremble violently. He suddenly let out a deafening roar, tilted his body, and fell down hard along the waterfall.

Demon Slaying Platform One by One

Located on the top of Wuling Mountain, which is full of fairy spirit and soaring into the clouds, it is surrounded by white mist. There are four fairy mountains in the southeast, northwest, and four directions.

Lan Hao, Feng Xiaoxiao and the others ran back with their disciples, looking like deserters with their helmets and armor removed.

They still underestimated the Demon Lord.

When the Demon Lord unconsciously released the real power, the fear and instinct gushing from the bottom of their hearts made them just want to run for their lives.

If you stay, you will definitely die, and you will be involved in that power that will destroy the world, and you will die without a place to die.

Without looking at Lan Hao and Feng Xiaoxiao's pale faces and the sweat on their foreheads and necks, Jin Tan knew that their plan had failed.

He also had his plan, but his plan also failed.

"What a waste."

Jin Tan cursed softly.

Now, the sun is rising high, and it is a good time to slay demons and demons.

Today is the millennium anniversary of the establishment of Demon Slaying Platform.

Jin Tan suggested that although the demon king was not eliminated, at least the demon king could be executed to demonstrate the authority and strength of their human cultivators.

The cultivating disciples who had just suffered a defeat all raised their hands in favor. Lan Hao and Feng Xiaoxiao also believed that killing the demon king would help the disciples get out of the shadow of the demon king just now, and encourage them to continue killing demons and eliminating demons.

Bai Zhen sat on the side in a daze.

Diagonally opposite him was a big iron cage with tinder.

The big iron cage was covered with charms, and the tinder inside the cage was in the form of a human being, bound with immortal ropes, curled up into a ball and shivering, and one of the nine tails was missing for some reason.

The wrinkles between Bai Zhen's brows could not be stretched, and her heart hurt like bleeding.

Several times, he had the urge to break out of the iron cage to save the fire velvet.

But in the end he still didn't have the courage.

He is the sect master of the immortal sect, and asking him to save Huorong in front of all the cultivating disciples is tantamount to telling the world that he, the head of the Hefeng sect, has fallen into a demon and is an enemy of all cultivators. He is an evil heretic who should be eradicated.

It would be fine if Bai Zhen was just an ordinary cultivator, but his words and deeds now represent He Fengmen.

When other cultivators can't tolerate him, they can't tolerate He Fengmen either.

Bai Zhen clenched his fists tightly, bleeding from the palms of his hands.

Raising his eyes, he secretly looked at Huorong, who kept his back to him from the beginning to the end, wondering if he didn't want to see his face again.

"Tinder..."

Bai Zhen had just softly called out Huorong's name, while Jin Tan had led his disciples to open the iron cage and brought Huorong out.

Tinder was tied with a fairy rope and couldn't resist, nor did he want to resist.

Jin Tan used his spiritual power to nail his body and eight tails to the round stone tablet of the Monster Slaying Platform. This stone tablet is shaped like a sundial, and it is engraved with runes. period of cultivation.

Huorong couldn't help moaning in pain, although the sound was not loud, Bai Zhen could hear it clearly.

His heart ached so much that he even had to be careful breathing.

Bai Zhen couldn't bear to see Huorong being tortured, but couldn't control his gaze towards Huorong.

"Slay the demon king and do justice for the sky!"

Jin Tan drew out his saber and held it high.

Lan Hao also raised his Lingyun Sword, and beside him, Feng Xiaoxiao and other disciples also raised their swords one after another.

"Slay the demon king and do justice for the sky!"

Tens of thousands of immortal cultivators, tens of thousands of swords, and tens of thousands of lights of spiritual power.

This scene brought Bai Zhen back to 15 years ago.

At that time, he watched the previous demon king Chi Yan being stabbed to death by Wan Jian. At that time, as Chi Yan's friend, his master Ziyou also stabbed the sword into Chi Yan's heart.

A chill hit, and Bai Zhen suddenly felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

"Master Bai, don't you draw your sword?"

Hearing Jin Tan's voice, Bai Zhen came back to his senses, and numbly pulled out his fairy bird sword.

"Since Sect Leader Bai was the first to capture the Demon King, then Sect Leader Bai should stab the first sword of the public execution!"

A pair of eyes looked at him in unison, and Bai Zhen's hand holding the fairy bird sword trembled.

"Why is Master Bai still hesitating? Could it be that you can't do it anymore?"

"Bai Zhen, if you want to prove that you have not colluded with the demon clan, now is your best chance."

After Jin Tan finished speaking, Lan Hao couldn't help but open his mouth. Until now, he still doubts Bai Zhen because Duan Qing is the Demon Lord.

Holding the Immortal Bird Sword in his hand, Bai Zhen approached Huorong in a strange way.

Seeing Bai Zhen walking towards him vaguely, Huorong, who was so weak and dying, raised his head, grinned, and smiled.

Bai Zhen's eyes widened in surprise.

He thought that Huorong would definitely blame him, even hate him, and never want to see him again.

However, Tinder laughed, only when facing him, Tinder laughed.

"Tinder..."

When Bai Zhen opened his mouth, his voice trembled.

Huorong knew that he was going to die, but he was also satisfied to be able to look at Bai Zhen again before he died.

"Uncle, I am really happy to meet you."

Huorong didn't speak, but Bai Zhen heard Huorong talking to him.

"Why are you still dawdling?!" Lan Hao couldn't stand it anymore, and stabbed Huorong's heart with his sword.

Puchi!

All the disciples of Xianmen who raised their sharp swords and prepared to execute the demon king were all dumbfounded.

Lan Hao himself was dumbfounded, and for a moment he didn't even know whether he should take out the sword or not.

Jin Tan raised his eyebrows, Feng Xiaoxiao opened his mouth wide.

Huorong looked at the man lying on top of him in disbelief, and this man blocked Lan Hao's sword that stabbed him in the heart for him.

Boom!

Bai Zhen swung his sword and bounced Lan Hao's Lingyun sword away, turned around and slapped hard on the stone tablet that looked like a sundial.

Almost all of his spiritual power was poured into this palm.

Cracks gradually appeared on the stele, which was engraved with runes, and its spiritual power was equivalent to that of the god transformation stage, and finally shattered into fragments with a click.

In the second after the stone tablet was shattered, Bai Zhen untied the rope that bound the fairy around Huorong's body, hugged Huorong and jumped, jumping directly from the top of Wuling Mountain.

"Why are you still standing there? Bai Zhen colluded with the Demon King, chase after him!"

Under Jin Tan's order, the disciples of the three sects of the Immortal Clan were all dispatched, flying with swords one after another, chasing Baizhen and Huorong.Holding Huorong in his arms, Bai Zhen didn't know where to flee, and subconsciously flew to Lingxiao Mountain where Hefengmen was located.

By the time Lan Tianao accompanied Ye Ya to Jueming Valley, Jueming Valley was dead and silent, as if a mountain had been set on fire, and the hills were washed.The author has something to say

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