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

Ever since Lu Qianchuan met Sun Youlan, she was like a spectator far away from the mundane world. It was rare for her to be so flustered. She didn't wait for Lu Qianchuan to answer, and asked eagerly: "Where are you and Brother Mo now? Is it dangerous?"

Lu Qianchuan comforted: "We're fine, don't worry, what's going on?"

When Sun Youlan heard that they were fine, she immediately returned to her usual calm and breezy voice, and said less, "It's a long story, as long as you are fine, the suzerain and the others are in the hinterland of the demon clan."

After speaking, there was no sound.

Lu Qianchuan's heart was full of thousands of little ants, and he thought dumbfoundingly: "At least tell me a little bit about the cause and effect in a long story."

He really had nothing to do with this cold beauty, sighed in his heart, and said to Mo Chenyuan: "Master is here."

Mo Chenyuan couldn't believe it: "Did you call in?"

Lu Qianchuan nodded uncertainly: "It should be so."

Mo Chenyuan knew Sun Youlan's disposition, so he didn't ask any more questions, he just thought about it in his heart, and guessed the cause and effect roughly, but even so, he still had some doubts: "You actually called the Demon Realm directly, when did the master become a master?" Such an impatient temper?"

He peeked at Lu Qianchuan, saw him contemplating with his eyebrows fixed, and pressed the question back to his heart, and held Lu Qianchuan's hand calmly.

Lu Qianchuan was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't respond when his hands were grabbed. He guessed that Yan Zi'an should have already entered Luofeng City. After reuniting with Qin Yufeng and the others, he learned that the two worrying apprentices had disappeared again, so Hastily called the Demon Realm.

He even couldn't help wondering: "Could it be that Master's white hair was made by me?"

Regardless of whether it was true or not, the two of them had to hurry back to Yan Zi'an and report to the old man that he was safe.

Lu Qianchuan made up his mind, and said to Mo Chenyuan: "You Lan said that Master is in the hinterland of the demons, let's go quickly."

The tip of Mo Chenyuan's tongue still had a few words that made people blush and heartbeat, but when he was interrupted, the words rolled back and forth in his mouth, but he couldn't get out of his mouth after all.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

What's more, looking at the anxious look of the elder brother, let's talk about it now, whether he can listen to it is another matter, even if he listens to it, Jing Xing may fly up and beat himself on the head.

There was a deep sense of regret in his heart, Mo Chenyuan felt that he was worse than the cabbage in the field, sighed softly and thought: "Forget it, the future will be long."

The two stood up with swords.

Before Jing Xing moved, Lu Qianchuan suddenly seemed to think of something, turned the tip of his sword, and quickly turned back to the lake.

Mo Chenyuan was excited, thinking of the hidden fire talisman he had buried, a horrifying scene suddenly appeared in his heart: Lu Qianchuan went back to find the hidden fire talisman, and asked himself why he used such a thing, he replied: "I Seeing that senior brother woke up, he was excited and took a cold bath to show his respect."

"As for the Hidden Fire Talisman, because I was afraid that senior brother would find out that I was taking a cold shower and worrying about it, I used this thing to evaporate the moisture on my body."

... The picture is so beautiful that he has no face to face the ignorant elder brother.

Si Ming's red light flashed, and Mo Chenyuan quickly caught up with Lu Qianchuan.

Almost before the spirit sword stopped, he couldn't wait to jump off the sword, fearing that any gust of wind from Lu Qianchuan's sword would blow away the Hidden Fire Talisman, revealing his whereabouts.

But it turned out that he thought too much.

How could Lu Qianchuan guess how vigorous these young people were, he just thought that besides him and Mo Chenyuan on this island, there was another poor brother whom they had never seen in real life.

Even though Zhong Dingshi carried Chengming's remains, Ye Ruimu's remains could not be left here in the open.

When Mo Chenyuan saw Ye Ruimu's body, he was very unconscionably relieved.

He took out a glazed box from the Qiankun bag—this was what he asked for from a disciple of Syracuse City. A pale golden light flashed, and he said to Lu Qianchuan, "Don't worry? Let's go."

Lu Qianchuan found that Mo Chenyuan really became more and more lovable as he grew up, as long as he could prepare anything he thought of, he could help him prepare it one step ahead.

Apart from Yan Zi'an, there is probably no third person in this world who understands him so well.

Even Yan Zi'an sometimes loses to him.

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This small island and the lake are bound by a barrier, and ordinary people can't find the exit even if they go all the way. Fortunately, Mo Chenyuan broke in bloody all the way, and flew out with Lu Qianchuan along the original road with ease.

From here to the hinterland of the demons, the demons live in groups on the road. They deliberately hide their whereabouts, but it is still inevitable to be discovered by some sharp-eyed demons.

The strange thing is that the demons who saw them all seemed to have been banned, and they watched them float by without any intention of attacking.

On Lu Qianchuan Road, he saw two burnt demon camps. Inside, wounded soldiers groaned in pain, cars were destroyed and flags were destroyed, and an ominous smell of blood wafted in the air.

When they passed by, all the demons in the camp stared at Mo Chenyuan angrily, their eyes filled with deep-seated hatred for wanting to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Lu Qianchuan calmly urged Jing Xing to take a step faster, and stood in front of Mo Chenyuan.

Mo Chenyuan was bathed in a crowd of eyes that wanted to cramp and peel him, and his face was very calm. Looking at Lu Qianchuan's back, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said in a low voice: "It seems that the suzerain and Luo Huayin have already done it. negotiation."

Sure enough, when they arrived at the royal city in the hinterland, they saw a group of monks brimming with spiritual light confronting a group of vicious demons from a distance.

Yan Zi'an and Luo Huayin stood at the front of the line, one restrained his usual gentleness and frowned; the other lightly waved a white jade fan, casually sweeping over several famous monks. Pass.

The two stepped over the demon army and stood behind Yan Zi'an.

Luo Huayin put away the madness in the illusion, and waved his folding fan like a young master from some family. When he saw Lu Qianchuan, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said loudly: "Liuguangjian is really mobilizing teachers for his two apprentices."

Yan Zi'an said coldly: "Only my two apprentices, of course it's not worth mobilizing so many teachers, but there are nearly ten thousand people in Luofeng City, please give me an explanation from the devil."

Luo Huayin pretended to be an expert, put away his folding fan, and asked curiously, "What kind of people? What does it have to do with my demon clan?"

More than 20 years ago, at this place, Yan Zi'an and Shao Shu, in front of a family of immortals and an army of demons, personally signed a peace agreement that the demon world and the human world should govern independently and not interfere with each other.

Now, the one with the most right to speak in the comprehension world is still his Flowing Sword, but the demon king in the city has changed, and it has nothing to do with him, and hangs it high.

All the masters of the immortal sect did not expect that the majestic demon king could be so shameless.

Qi Zehua's face was livid with anger, Lin Yan felt his majestic anger, and kept silently whistling behind him. Hu Mang, who was rumored to have parted ways with Qin Yufeng in a stalemate, stood with him, the giant sword in his hand trembling. Out of the raging flames.

Lu Qianchuan scanned around, and almost all the masters who sat on the stage in the Sword Discussion Conference were here.

Luofeng City has been closed for more than a month, the city residents were killed and injured, and almost half of the monks who entered the city were lost.

Luo Huayin has already touched the bottom line of the cultivation world.

In the midst of the rage, the person who is least anxious may be Pei Churan, a conscientious doctor. He took advantage of the fact that everyone was fighting against each other, sneaked through the crowd, squeezed into the middle of Mo Chenyuan and Lu Qianchuan, and held the two of them from left to right wrist.

After hearing the pulse, Pei Churan let out a long breath: "It's fine, it's fine."

Lu Qianchuan looked at this little carrot head that came out of nowhere in surprise, and gently stroked his soft hair.

Luo Huayin on the city wall was still talking nonsense: "Something happened to the city in the human world, and the cause of the disease is naturally on the human body. The Liuguang Sword did not pursue the same clan, but came to my demon world to mess around. How can this be justified?"

This sentence almost ignited an explosive situation. A group of monks who lost their brothers and sisters were already in great grief and indignation. Hearing these words, they all wanted to draw their swords, and wished that they could immediately destroy the king's capital of the demon clan.

Yan Zi'an stood in the first place, the brilliance of the flowing sword around his waist was flowing, and his eyes were full of cold and stern light.

Why didn't he want to go out directly as a teacher and conquer the devil world so as to avoid future troubles.But 20 years ago in the war between humans and demons, the human race took the lead in sending troops, and in the end they were bitten by the demon race. middle.

Luo Huayin was sure of his point, that's why he was so unscrupulous.

Not only that, he seems to deliberately provoke these fairy capitals, hoping that the war will become more and more intense.

A lunatic who fears that the world will not be chaotic.

Luo Huayin looked at the mighty army of the immortal sect in his spare time, and said with a light smile, "However, since Liu Guangjian went out in person, then I will give you some face."

"I want someone from you. In exchange, I will resolve the matter in Luofeng City with ten percent sincerity. How about it?"

There was a sudden chill on Lu Qianchuan's back, thinking with Jing Xing's sword hilt, he knew what the name he was going to say next.

Mo Chenyuan had already unsheathed his sword when the words fell, Si Ming's coquettish red light could not match the fierce killing intent in his eyes, Pei Churan, who was sandwiched between the two, shuddered, and quietly turned to Lu Qianchuan. Leaned over.

Lu Qianchuan pressed Mo Chenyuan's hand across Pei Churan.

The situation is on the verge of breaking out. At this time, a small action that cannot be restrained may ignite the anger buried in the hearts of everyone. The red light of the command is too strong. If it becomes a battle, the next situation will be out of control. .

Mo Chenyuan struggled a bit, looking at Lu Qianchuan with extremely complicated eyes, he didn't even expect that the senior brother who has always been upright would understand his worry: if Luo Huayin said the word "Lu Qianchuan", Wan Ling Zong's respected elder brother is about to become a pawn of the demons in the cultivation world within a day.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

His limelight was too strong, and he did not know how much jealousy and hatred he attracted at the Sword Discussion Conference.Even if the enemy is present, those jealousies will only be buried under the hatred for the demons and will not dissipate.

Human beings will never enjoy others' brilliance in comfort, they will only look up at the height that they can never reach, thinking darkly in the place where darkness breeds: come down, come down.

Regardless of whether the demons and humans will fight this time, the eldest brother is the most dangerous one standing on the edge of the cliff.

Lu Qianchuan really didn't understand what he meant, and shook his head stubbornly.

In the tense situation, Luo Huayin mockingly stared at these monks with different thoughts below.

How many of them are really avenging their fellow disciples, and how many are just fishing in troubled waters;

How many pretend to be the people of the country, the country, and the people, and how many are just throwing their heads and blood for their own petty gains.

He knows it when he sees it.

Those three words were in his mouth, but he didn't say them because of the unpredictability of people's hearts.Gently retracting the white jade folding fan, the Demon Lord cast his sharp eyes on the city wall, like a signal of some kind of order.

There was a beastly roar.

The pretense of calm was finally broken by the roar of the beast, Lu Qianchuan was shocked, blood rushed to the top of his head instantly, and the complicated thoughts in his mind were blown into countless fragments at this moment.

He looked in shock at the white tiger who made a sound at the critical moment.

And Liu Qingkui standing in front of the white tiger with an expressionless face.