The daily routine of being tricked by the scheming protagonist after wearing a book

Although Meng Luo is the grandson of the lord of the Medicine Sect, it is actually not easy for the small sect to survive in this world where the strong are respected.They can indeed refine life-saving medicines, but they often cannot keep these medicines.On the eve of the disaster three years ago, he rushed to Fengqing City overnight, trying to seek help, but was only told that Xu Wangzhi had been in seclusion for two years.

He knew that he couldn't blame anyone, but he just couldn't help feeling resentful, towards Tian Dao, towards the teacher, towards Medicine Sect, towards Xu Wangzhi, towards everyone...

As of today, everything is irreversible.

In the illusion, he left behind the Yaozong Valley that was looted and sunk into the sea of ​​flames. He heard the music that had always been his nightmare, but it no longer made his heart tremble.

Everything in front of him gradually became clear, and Meng Luo heard Xu Wangzhi ask him.

"Why?"

Munro smiled wryly: "But it's your own fault."

He had made an unequal deal with Mozong a year ago, and now it was just time to repay the debt.

"I have nothing to say."

Meng Luo said so, closed his eyes, and waited for Xu Wangzhi to end his life.

However, he waited for a long time without feeling the slightest pain.He opened his eyes, and Xu Wangzhi was no longer in front of him.

The stone steps in front of the city lord's mansion were already stained red with blood. Xu Wangzhi, who hadn't really felt the chaos before, couldn't help but stop when he saw this scene.

The moment Xu Wangzhi appeared, countless eyes focused on him.

"These people died because of you."

That familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded in Xu Wangzhi's mind again.

"You are their disaster."

"As long as you die, it's all over."

Xu Wangzhi recalled in a daze that five years ago, there was such a cold and seductive voice talking to him.

The only difference from five years ago is that he will not be easily seduced now.

"Cao Buning obviously caused all of this, why should I feel guilty instead?"

"It is Cao Buning who should repay the blood debt in front of me."

"Everyone who died here is a curse to Cao Buning, curse him, never to ascend."

As Xu Wangzhi's last words fell to the ground, the voice hummed and never appeared again.

At this moment, Cheng Ying, who had just found where the soul-force puppet was, saw blood and tears in the eyes of the puppet before he could do anything in the future.

Cao Buning's soul forcing technique was defeated by Xu Wangzhi.

Cheng Ying heaved a sigh of relief, and followed the dissipated ashes to the outside of the city.

Cao Buning is not far away.

Xu Wangzhi also noticed that the spiritual power that made him vigilant quickly retracted from the city and retreated outside the city.

Shuang Xiao got out of her sheath and carried him after him.

In the middle of the journey, there was an undead disciple, a loose cultivator, who felt that his cultivation was advanced, and tried to stop him, but was frightened by Xu Huangzhi's sudden burst of spiritual power, and dared not keep up.

There are quite a few casual cultivators who are as overconfident as he is, and they all feel the coercion that clearly belongs to the great master from Xu Wangzhi.

"Young City Master Xu, is he a grand master?"

"City Master Xu Shao is a great master."

"Young Master Xu is a great master!"

As soon as the news spread, the casual cultivators who had offered rewards to the Demon Sect stopped without hesitation and prepared to leave Fengqing City, for fear that they would be remembered by Xu Huangzhi if they walked too slowly.

It's not worth the reward for killing the great master, just like the Demon Sect.

What's more, they have no hope of success at all.

A desolate suburb outside Fengqing city.

Xu Wangzhi and Cheng Ying landed on the front and rear feet, looked at each other, and then looked at the figure not far away.

At the same time, Cao Buning also looked at them.

Being able to break his soul forcing technique, Cao Buning's inquiring eyes fell on Xu Wangzhi.

"In just five years, you have reached the realm of a great master?" With his hands behind his back, his eyes fell on Cheng Ying again, "This is impossible."

Even Cheng Ying has not yet reached the realm of a great master, how could it be possible for him with an acquired spiritual root...

Or... What kind of magic weapon is used in disguise?

As his mind turned with his thoughts, Cao Buning's eyes turned cold.

Tonight, end it all.

Cheng Ying: "Sovereign Cao doesn't seek trouble with Sanhe Jianzong, but only dares to trouble Fengqingcheng. Is it because Sanhe Peak has Sect Master Yan?"

Cao Buning's eyes fell on Cheng Ying: "It was the deity who spared your life and you were able to live, but now you dare to talk to me like this, it really is something ungrateful."

Cheng Ying: "Master Cao seems to have forgotten who was the one who slaughtered Jiang's family. It is difficult for the victim to be grateful to the murderer."

"It seems that you are going to fight against this deity." Cao Buning said in a bad tone.

Cheng Ying: "The enemy of presumption is my enemy."

Xu Wangzhi listened to their back and forth, but he was also disturbed in his heart. He wasn't sure if he could beat Cao Buning, but at any rate he was at the level of a great master now, and he still had the power to fight. of.

Shuang Xiao took out the sheath and was held in his hand, flashing ice blue spiritual power.

"Cao Buning, don't need to talk too much nonsense. Even if I come from another world and you are not the way of heaven, what position do you have to say that you want to send me back to my world?" Xu Wangzhi's tone was mocking, "Doing justice for the heavens, how can you take turns?" It’s also not your turn to those from the Demon Sect.”

Cao Buning narrowed his eyes: "Wrong."

Xu Wangzhi frowned.

Cao Buning raised his hand and raised the animal bone whip: "What my Demon Sect does is what the destiny dictates."

The atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out, and it was unclear who made the first move. Almost at the same time, Cao Buning and Cheng Ying fought head-on.

Xu Wangzhi stepped up to help, a crimson light shot from a distance and stopped in front of Xu Wangzhi.

"I'm going to beat this guy up too, and make him speak ill of Chongqi to Yan Suixia."

Xu Wangzhi couldn't understand what he was saying, but one more person... No, one more sword, after all, one more chance of winning.

"Then there is Senior Lao."

After speaking, Xu Wangzhi joined the battle.

After all, Cao Buning has been a great master for many years and has strong strength. Although Cheng Ying can fight across realms as a physical trainer, he still has to pay a big price.

Xu Huangzhi's heart trembled for a moment when he saw Cheng Ying being entangled in the long whip and fell to the ground.

Yes, he was afraid.

Compared with his own death, he was more afraid of Cheng Ying because of his own accident.

The ice-blue sword touched the long whip, and the frost covered Cao Buning along the long whip.

Cao Buning reacted quickly, mobilizing his spiritual power, and icicles splashed everywhere.

"Only this ability?" Cao Buning sneered.

Xu Wangzhi stood in front of Cheng Ying who was coughing up blood, and stood shoulder to shoulder with his red long sword.

"Ah, ah, I'm going to kill this guy." Potian roared in Xu Wangzhi's mind.

The dark clouds covering the moon were blown away by the night wind, and the moonlight shone down again.

Xu Wangzhi raised his eyes, his pupils had already turned deep red.

At the same time, the red mist shrouded him, and the aura belonging to the grand master finally stopped being secretive.

The white fox with nine tails loomed behind him.

Seeing clearly the turbid spiritual power around him, Cao Buning was stunned for a moment.

"Demon cultivator?"

However, Xu Wangzhi didn't allow him to be distracted, and the ice-blue long sword was wrapped in red mist, and attacked Cao Buning.

Cao Buning frowned, sideways to avoid.

Unexpectedly, a scarlet long sword followed Xu Wangzhi and stabbed at him.

This time he couldn't dodge in time and injured his arm.

He hasn't been injured for a long time.

Cao Buning was really angry, he raised the corners of his mouth: "Jianzong disciples embark on the road of demon cultivation, even if I don't take your life, Dongqi Continent will not tolerate you."

When the voice fell to the ground, Cao Buning's figure disappeared in place, leaving only a voice full of malice.

"I'll wait and see if there is anyone standing by your side after the news that you are a demon cultivator spread throughout the East Qi Continent."

"Even Yan Sui can't protect you this time."

Demon

Cao Buning quietly returned to the bedroom.

As the hall door opened and closed, a water mirror inside the hall shone with white light.

"Has anyone been killed?" The voice came from the water mirror.

Cao Buning sat down at the table: "It will take some time. If I don't need to do it this time, the monks in the entire Eastern Qi Continent won't be able to tolerate him."

"Better so."

"You are hurt?"

Cao Buning glanced at the injury on his arm: "No problem."

However, Shui Jing was not calm.

The pale white aura floated up from the mirror surface, turned into silk, wrapped around Cao Buning's arm, but immediately shrank back tremblingly.

"It's Chongqi! Is it you who hurt Chongqi?"

Cao Buning frowned: "No, it's a scarlet sword."

"Ah." Shui Jing sighed, "It's Potian. But it's impossible for Potian to obey the orders of someone who is not Chongqi. The soul of the other world is really weird, and it needs to be killed as soon as possible."

"I know."

"Do not despise your enemies, or you will regret it."

Cao Buning didn't take it seriously: "He will soon become the enemy of all monks in the Eastern Qi Continent, and I don't need to do it myself."

A monk who embarks on the road of demon cultivation in order to improve his cultivation will only be spurned by all the monks. This world he is nostalgic for can no longer tolerate him.

Cao Buning took out a ruler and ordered his subordinates: "As quickly as possible, spread the news that the young city lord of Fengqing City is a demon cultivator. I want every monk in Dongqi Continent to know about it."

As soon as his words fell, the door of the temple was automatically opened without wind.

Yan Sui, the suzerain of Sanhe Peak, was standing at the door of his bedroom.

Yan Sui's eyes fell directly on the water mirror.

"Immortal, long time no see."