You've never seen such a righteous villain [Transmigration Book]

While Chengming was helping the city lord worry about the family succession, Lu Qianchuan and the others jumped out of the barrier.

"Damn," Shao Shu said, "he came up with something new."

"The coercion on that person..." Lu Fengyi paused, "It seems to have reached the extreme."

Everyone was silent for a while.

Extreme state is really a very rare word.

At the beginning of Wanlingzong's establishment, there were rumors that the first suzerain entered the fairyland, and Wanlingzong was handed over to the second suzerain.

For thousands and hundreds of years, there is almost only one person who has truly entered the fairyland known to everyone.

In the countless years since then, there have been many rumors that a certain master from a certain school has entered the fairyland, but in the end, because there is no certificate to test, it is regarded as a legend left by the predecessors after the immortals passed away.

Qi Zehua frowned: "Are you sure?"

"It's hard to say," Lu Fengyi said, "The aura displayed by that person is completely beyond what you and I can match."

While speaking, there was a rumbling sound above the sky, and the ghost gate was slowly closing.

A black-haired young man in purple floated down leisurely, and landed on the ground like otherworldly fireworks.

With a stiff face, he nodded to Qin Yufeng and Qi Zehua respectively.

With a big head, Shao Shu waved to the demon generals under his command: "Regroup, let's go back to the camp."

Luo Huayin always has the ability to make a mess, forcing them to formulate their tactics again.

The armies of Wangcheng and Beicheng have fought several times, and it has become commonplace to end hastily.The magic soldiers were all accustomed to this pattern of running around and hitting a few shots before going home, and the whole team Mingjin was very fast, and they returned to their own camp in a mighty way.

Shao Shu and the others rushed back to the tent to discuss matters. Lu Qianchuan was following behind Lu Fengyi, but when he was about to reach the tent, Mo Chenyuan suddenly pulled his sleeves and dragged him away from the team discussing serious matters.

The two climbed up a mountain side by side, but Lu Qianchuan didn't know, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Chenyuan pointed to the distant sky: "Does it look good?"

The dark clouds receded slightly, and some sunlight leaked out from the sky, which could be sprinkled on the hazy edge of the dark clouds, forming a gentle thin light.

Because of the collapse of the mountain peak, the ground was in a state of disarray. Cracks of different sizes greeted the meager sunlight, filled with fine gold in the gloomy darkness.

Lu Qianchuan was too shocked to speak.

This scene is too spectacular.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the ground was in a mess, but the sun carved out a dazzling golden light path from the billowing smoke and dust.

"It's beautiful," he said. "How did you find out?"

"I just saw it in a blink of an eye just now," Mo Chenyuan hugged him from behind, "I want to take you to see it quickly, and it won't be so shocking after the dark clouds clear."

Yes, after the dark clouds dissipated, the sun poured down, and no one could tell where there was more gold and where there was less warmth.

Only when the dark clouds are rolling and dark, the sunshine that breaks through the layers of dark clouds is even more surprising.

Lu Qianchuan turned his head and kissed his strong eyebrows: "The sun never fades."

Mo Chenyuan gave a "tsk", raised his head in dissatisfaction, bit his lips directly, and said vaguely: "Your sunshine is meaningful."

Ok? ? ?

Lu Qianchuan couldn't keep up with his brain circuit for a while, and thought full of doubts: "Where does this follow?"

Mo Chenyuan's offensive became more and more fierce, his brain was short of oxygen for a while, and he forgot to ask the doubts in his heart.

Blushing and heartbeating, they pulled away from each other, both of them panting a little.

Mo Chenyuan gritted his teeth and said, "I really want to kill Luo Huayin with a single sword."

Lu Qianchuan couldn't keep up with his topic again, so he asked suspiciously, "Why did you mention him all of a sudden?"

Mo Chenyuan: "Stab him to death, everything will be fine, we will get married."

His heart beat wildly, and Lu Qianchuan pretended to be serious: "Why do you only have these things in your mind?"

But I thought in my heart: "In fact, I can tie him up without stabbing him to death."

But he absolutely dare not say such words.

First of all, he was not ready to marry Mo Chenyuan, and when he thought that after the two got married, Mo Chenyuan might have to do some work for his daughter's house, he felt that he had broken the child's wings;

Secondly... on the day of the wedding, everything that should be done and what should not be done has to be done, so how could he be willing to let Mo Chenyuan submit to others and subdue him in bed.

Really bald.

He bit Mo Chenyuan's cheek as if venting.

Mo Chenyuan: "?!"

If you tease him again, you will commit a crime!

Thinking of the stern and cold glow of the Flowing Light Sword, Mo Chenyuan could barely resist the urge to execute his brother on the spot, and complained: "The dark clouds are almost gone. Go back."

When the two returned to the tent of the Chinese army, Shao Shu and the others were still discussing who lived in Luo Huayin's body.

Several people agreed that, judging from the coercion they felt at that time, the man's skill might be unfathomable, and such a mighty army of demons could only be regarded as an appetizer.

Lu Fengyi said: "Not to mention the soldiers under his command, even if Zi'an and I fight together, I'm afraid they will be a bit inferior."

"Does it take so much ambition?" Qi Zehua snorted.

Hua Wenyue said faintly: "It's not about boosting other people's ambitions, it's a fact."

It seems that they have already talked with Uncle Hua.

Seeing that he didn't need to explain the ins and outs by himself, Lu Qianchuan picked up the chair behind Lu Fengyi and sat down. He heard Qin Yufeng say: "Let's not mention this for now. Who is the person he is looking for? Do you have any impression?"

Lu Fengyi said: "There are countless monks with the word 'Jing' in their names, but I don't think he is looking for any of them."

Several people were silent for a moment, Mo Chenyuan said: "God Jingxi."

The air grew stiller.

Lu Qianchuan glanced at their shocked expressions, full of confusion: "Who is it?"

[-] appeared in due course, and the system interface unfolded into an information-providing mode, covered with dense introductions of characters.

Lu Qianchuan glanced at ten lines at a glance, and logically connected the boring text in front of him with the Creation God seen in Raksha Hell.

"I'll be good," Lu Qianchuan thought, "Did I come to play an NPC as a guest in my previous life?"

In a sense, there is indeed some subtle overlap between him in the previous life and the role of creation.

But he can guarantee with conscience that he has never added drama to himself in his essays.

It seems that this world has spontaneously completed the setting again.

Lu Qianchuan took a sip of tea heartbrokenly, and heard Qi Zehua tremblingly say: "You...you said..."

Hua Wenyue also said: "It's common sense to avoid the taboo of God's name."

Mo Chenyuan has been to Lu Qianchuan's Sea of ​​Consciousness, and understands the essence of this world better than them, so he avoided this aspect, and continued: "From the perspective of that person's aura, the only person who is most suitable is Shang One God."

It is rumored that at the beginning of the creation of the world, a high god created vegetation, mountains, rivers, sun, moon and rivers by himself, and planned the human world into the most ideal form.God used to shine on the human world from the sky, but after a long time, the god will also feel tired.

Seeing that the world has formed a set of laws of his own, he lets it develop freely, and finds a secret place full of spiritual energy to sleep peacefully.

This is a legend about the beginning of the world that has been handed down from generation to generation. Almost all children have heard such a story told by their parents. A mystery in the depths of the clouds.

Mo Chenyuan picked up the teacup that Lu Qianchuan had just drank, took a sip at the same place, and said lightly, "I'm talking nonsense."