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

Really long time no see.

The difference between them is that in the past few years after Shaoshu's accident, in the previous 20 years, because of the grievances between the demons and the human world, and because of the personal enmity between Wan Lingzong and Shaoshu, they have made too many concessions and separations.

The majesty that Yan Zi'an showed in front of his apprentice just now was defeated at this moment. Apart from hugging Shao Shu tightly, he hardly knew how to face such a sudden situation.

The two stood together like fools for a while, Shao Shu let go of him, and kissed his hair distressedly: "The hair has grown so long."

Yan Zian smiled gently: "Asakawa has grown so big, let alone hair."

Shao Shu didn't know what to say, the last time they met, Yan Zi'an brought a group of sect chiefs to sign a peace treaty with him not to interfere with each other, he saw Yan Zi'an's glaring white hair from a distance, and his heart ached beyond measure.

They were still too young back then, and when they encountered something, they were like two hedgehogs with thorns standing up all over their bodies. Not to mention the wounds on each other's bodies, they were also bloody from the thorns.

They are all fools who hurt the enemy a thousand and hurt themselves eight hundred.

It's been 20 years, and in retrospect, if they hadn't been so impulsive back then, thinking that the world was their home, Wanlingzong and Demon Realm would not be in the irreparable situation they are now.

The two of them didn't need to talk too much, they knew what the other was thinking with just a look.

Yan Zi'an raised his hand to caress Shao Shu's cheek, caressing carefully: "Don't think about the past."

Shao Shu sighed softly: "I rarely have any regrets in my life, the only two things, one is that unfulfilled agreement, and the other is Xiaoshu's marriage."

Speaking of Shao Shu, Yan Zi'an's eyes also darkened, he gently pinched the tender flesh on his face, and asked in a low voice: "Did you come back to see me to cherish the past?"

Shao Shu was made a grimace by him, and a submissive smile appeared on Junyi's face: "No, I'm here to find the treasure that I missed here back then."

A blush slowly crept up on Yan Zian's fair skin.

I haven't seen it for more than 20 years. Although it is not a vicissitudes of life, it is still changing. Shao Shu can still come up with these stupid words at his fingertips. This kind of skill is really admirable.

He patted the streamer sword on his waist with a silent threat on his expression.

Shao Shu coughed lightly, regained his normal shape, and stood in front of him like a dog, letting him look at him.

Yan Zi'an's eyes slowly crossed his cheeks, and whispered softly: "The appearance has changed."

Shao Shu said: "The body transformed by Xueshen is used, and the appearance has changed a little from before."

Yanzi looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly said: "Come here."

Shaoshu: "?"

He took a step forward for no apparent reason, and the two of them were almost chest-to-chest, and each could hear the accelerated heartbeat of the other.

When he was still confused, Yan Zian tilted his head quickly, and dropped a feather-like kiss on his side face, and then whispered in his ear: "Although he has changed a little, his handsomeness remains the same as before."

With a bang, Shao Shu's brain exploded into the most beautiful firework at Lu Qianchuan's birthday party.

Yan Zian, this person, is poisonous, very poisonous.

Poisoning him for 20 years is not enough, and wanting to harm him for the rest of his life.

Shao Shu hugged his waist suddenly, gnawed back without showing any weakness, kissed until he was out of breath and still threatened: "If this continues, I won't guarantee what will happen."

Yan Zi'an's temper was much better than before, and he let him kiss me meekly, until both of them were a little hard to breathe, he suddenly kicked Shao Shu's knee unexpectedly.

Shaoshu was in pain, and subconsciously let him go, the deep affection in his eyes had not faded, and he was stunned to hear the censure from the master of Wanlingzong: "In broad daylight, on the territory of Wanlingzong, what do you want to happen? Or is it that you can beat me if you change your body?"

Shaoshu: "..."

Manly man, if you can't beat it, you can't beat it, there is no need to falsify.

The former demon king wanted to struggle again, but he had rough skin and thick flesh. He twisted his right arm with his left hand for a long time, but there was no pitiful tear in his eyes.

Yan Zi'an looked at him amusedly, and after seeing that he had tried for a long time without any results, he stretched out his arms, intending to hug this naive guy who had been so naive for decades, so that the two of them could go to Lu Qianchuan's birthday party.

Just as the arms were halfway opened, the ground under their feet suddenly began to tremble violently.

The faces of the two froze at the same time, Shao Shu stopped pretending to be pitiful, took Yan Zi'an's hand, and the two quickly walked out of the room.

The sky above Wanlingzong was shrouded in strange dark clouds, which engulfed the sun and filled with ominous omens.

The strong wind suddenly picked up, and the crabapple tree that Shao Shu personally planted in the courtyard trembled in the hurricane, and the withered branches were almost blown out by the hurricane.

The two looked at each other, not daring to delay, and flew towards the center of the dark cloud where it was the thickest.

*

Lu Qianchuan's birthday party was held in the main hall of Qi Ling Palace. Many fellow disciples had already gathered in the majestic and solemn hall, but there was no one on the main seat, and the banquet could not start until Yan Zi'an arrived.

Lu Fengyi thought to himself that these two people must not be too busy reminiscing about the past and forget about their apprentices, and just about to ask Lu Qianchuan to send someone to invite them, when suddenly, the whole hall trembled a few times.

Everyone was startled by the sudden shock, and there was an uproar in the hall immediately.

Qin Yufeng was about to stand up and take a look, when a gust of wind blew up from the calm outside of the house, and the wind blew into the house from the entrance of the main hall. Everyone used their spiritual power to resist, but the neatly arranged pots, pans and pans were blown into the air by the gust of wind. It was scattered and broken into a mess.

Qin Yufeng and Lu Fengyi looked at each other in surprise, each raised a barrier to protect everyone in it, Lu Fengyi tapped his toe, and the next moment, they were already standing outside the hall.

Dark clouds overwhelm the top, and you will die in the middle of the day.

Almost instantly he figured out who was good at it.

Lu Fengyi's body was shrouded in golden light, and he remained motionless in the strong wind. He looked up and saw a tiny swirl in the dark cloud, and raised his voice, "Since Brother Wu is here, why don't you come down and have a drink?"

After his words fell, the turbulent dark clouds retreated layer by layer, revealing a black circle that could accommodate one person, and a black-clothed and black-haired Taoist stood in that circle, his beard and hair blown by the strong wind. .

His deep and hoarse voice came with the wind: "Master Lu, I'm not here to drink, but to collect debts."

Yan Zi'an and Shao Shu walked against the wind and landed right next to Lu Fengyi. The strong wind blew away Yan Zi'an's robe and white hair. His face sank like water, and he cupped his hands slightly: "What do you mean by Brother Wu? Wan Lingzong asked himself upright, There has never been any entanglement with Brother Wu."

Wu Yexing shouted loudly, and the surrounding dark clouds quickly gathered, covering the depression where he was hiding. After the sound, a man in black suddenly descended from the sky, jumped up and down in front of the three of them.

Wu Yexing didn't use any barrier to protect himself, but he still stood firmly in the strong wind with his hands behind his back. His eagle-like gaze swept over several people one by one. disgust.

The black-clothed Taoist was like Shura who came back from hell to seek his life, and he confronted Yan Zi'an without any hesitation: "Sect Master Yan, in Luofeng City, you personally said that you would punish your disciples, but now it's only been three years, and that disciple has been killed again." Have you returned to Wanlingzong safe and sound?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his arm stretched out like lightning, and his fingertips were facing Mo Chenyuan who was standing shoulder to shoulder with Lu Qianchuan in the hall, drawing a spiritual barrier to shield the other disciples.

Mo Chenyuan raised his eyebrows, and was about to retort, but Yan Zi'an took the lead and said: "Brother Wu misunderstood, the Demon King wants to join forces with Wanlingzong to destroy the scourge that disturbs the peace of the human world. Welcome to the calm."

"Oh?" Wu Yexing's eyes were filled with a sarcastic smile, and the wrinkles on his face became a little distorted due to his own emotional ups and downs. In the first place, I really believed in your character, but I haven't seen you for a few years, and I didn't expect that even you would become so double-faced and disgusting."

With a "bang", Qi Zehua in the hall jumped up.

Not only him, but all the disciples of Wan Ling Sect showed the angry appearance of being touched by others, and raised the spiritual weapons in their hands against Wu Yexing with the same hatred.

The corners of Lu Fengyi's lips twitched, and he smiled angrily: "Squid, why is my home gone, and it bites someone else's home like a mad dog? Don't open your eyes to see, other people's home is so easy to bite?"

These words were undoubtedly piercing Wu Yexing's heart, his thin body tensed up in an instant, and the killing intent in his eyes was completely revealed: "When the Mo Pavilion was destroyed, you two sects dared to say something about it None?!"

"The Mo Pavilion collapsed overnight. I don't know why. Why is it that you, the deputy pavilion master, have no intention of destroying it? Could it be that Wanlingzong and Xuecheng are to be blamed?" Lu Fengyi almost laughed out loud at this lunatic. Without hesitation, he sarcastically went back, and the spirit sword suddenly appeared in his hand, "Today is disciple Zi'an's birthday, you should be sensible, get out by yourself, if you keep entangled, don't blame us for not giving you the strength to get out."

Wu Yexing looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, the wind picked up his laughter and blew it to every place in Wanling Mountain, everyone's ears echoed this treacherous laughter.

"The old man has made such a big show, will he come alone?"

The laughter stopped temporarily, he raised his hand, most of the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, the strong wind stopped a little, leaving only heart-stopping sobs.

One familiar face after another appeared behind the black cloud, all of whom were top-ranked masters in the cultivation world.

Yan Zi'an withdrew the last bit of humility, and if the coldness between his brows could be transformed, Wu Yexing would have already been pierced into holes by countless ice picks.

The Liuguang sword was unsheathed, and his voice was extremely cold: "I don't know why fellow practitioners will visit the Wanlingzong at the end of the year?"

Dozens of masters looked at each other, and finally an old man with white beard and hair said, "Zi'an."

When Yan Zi'an and Lu Fengyi saw that person, they didn't dare to trust him, they raised their swords in front of their chests, and bowed respectfully: "Taihua Patriarch."

The ancestor of Taihua is one of the few feathered immortals in the cultivation world. Since he entered the immortal world, he has stopped intervening in all matters in the cultivation world. No one knows his age, except that their master warned them when they were very young. There is an old ancestor in the world who must not be messed with.

The ancestor of Taihua and Yan Zi'an are fairly familiar, and they speak in a very friendly manner, without any aggressive meaning like Wu Yexing: "Many years ago, among the three sects, the Mo Pavilion collapsed overnight, and no one knew the reason."

"However, when I traveled to a small town near Moge, I saw with my own eyes that the night was full of red light, and almost twenty surrounding towns were shrouded in blood."

"I knew something was wrong, so I went to rescue him, but it was still a step too late."

Lu Fengyi narrowed his eyes: "So, the ancestor saw the real culprit that caused the destruction of the Mo Pavilion?"

"I saw it with my own eyes, and there is no mistake." Taihua Patriarch spoke slowly, sounding very convincing, "For so many years, many people have guessed the reason for the demise of Moge, but all their guesses are all wrong .”

"That night, the blood was so bright that I saw a young child who slaughtered a clan amidst the burning fire and endless blood."

"Children?!" Everyone was shocked, and the exclamation merged into one, like thunder.

Taihua patriarch closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to recall the bloody scene back then, and sighed deeply: "It's a boy whose stature is not as tall as a sword, soaked in blood, like killing a god, and he was slaughtered by him behind him A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood."

Wu Yexing took over the conversation, and said in a bitter voice: "I was out on a mission at the time, but fortunately I escaped, but I never found this little beast who slaughtered the entire sect overnight."

As he spoke, a sharp arrow condensed from black air shot straight at Mo Chenyuan, the red sword light flashed, and Si Ming spontaneously blocked the attack for his master.

Moge is no better than Wanlingzong and Xuecheng. This is a murderous sect that does not forget its duty to assassinate when it is cultivating. The owner of the Mo Pavilion, Mo Lingcheng, has always been disliked by Yan Zi'an and Lu Fengyi because he is too dark and sinister.

Lu Fengyi suddenly came to his senses after this action of his, and turned his head to look at Mo Chenyuan who had a calm expression, as if he was listening to someone else's housework.

Back then, Mo Lingcheng got married at a young age and had a son named Mo Yuan after marriage.

Mo Yuan.

Mo Chenyuan.

But with the difference of a few words, a shocking murder was buried in the torrent of time.

Taihua Patriarch stood on the cloud, as if there was a faint golden light flashing around his body, his expression was compassionate and kind, no different from ordinary old people.

However, he spoke with an aura that ordinary old people could not match. He just stood there and asked in a deep voice: "Zian, do you know the reason?"

An invisible momentum weighed heavily on Yan Zi'an's shoulders.

He involuntarily clenched his sword hand even tighter, bent down and replied, "Your junior knows."

"However," he said without waiting for the ancestor of Taihua to speak, "this junior also knows his disciple. He is definitely not the Asura killing god like you said. After the catastrophe more than ten years ago, I am afraid that he is hiding something unknown. Misunderstand."

Uncontrollable whispers came from the masters in the cloud, and the Taihua patriarch seemed to have never heard of it, and his seemingly real eyes turned to Mo Chenyuan's shoulders: "Little friend, do you have something to defend?" ?”

Mo Chenyuan pulled a very ironic smile on his face: "They used me as a killing tool to refine first, so I followed their wishes and killed everyone who knew me. Is this wrong?"

A stone stirred up a thousand layers of waves, and everyone present gasped.

There was no frown on the old Taihua ancestor's face, but his tone changed: "Murder tool?"

Mo Chenyuan's smile couldn't tell whether it was coldness or sarcasm. Under his questioning, he poured out all the secrets buried under the sea of ​​fire in front of everyone: "I was thrown into a cauldron by them since I was born. Countless rare and rare poisons were added to the cauldron, and at every hour of the day, some servants regularly opened wounds on my body, letting the blood flow into the poisonous water, and the poisonous water soaked into my blood and skin."

Not to mention the people of Wanlingzong and the masters, even the ancestor of Taihua couldn't help changing his face, Mo Chenyuan smiled even more sarcastically, and continued: "They want to train me to become a person who is rare in a thousand years. After the plan is successful, I will cultivate various ways of killing people, and I want to completely become a killing tool that is not afraid of cold, not afraid of heat, and will not be driven back by venom."

"They succeeded. I really didn't understand anything except killing people, so I followed their wishes and killed all the murder puppets who dangled in front of me every day, hoping that I could become the strongest among them. "

"You killed all of them!" Wu Yexing yelled like crazy, "There are more than [-] brothers in Mo Ge, all of them died under your hands! You are not the reincarnation of the killing god!"

Mo Chenyuan's eyes were condensed with a layer of ice for ten thousand years, and he stared at the mad dog who chased him to Wanlingzong without any warmth, and there was still a trace of regret in his voice: "Where did I kill everyone? Isn't this still the same?" Did you miss one of you?"

Si Ming let out an awe-inspiring hum, the blood-red sword light was more murderous than ever, and the simple and simple patterns burst into dazzling light in mid-air, all of which reflected the sharp sword's desire for blood.

As if feeling the same as Si Ming, there was only one voice in Mo Chenyuan's heart shouting: "Kill them! Kill them all!"

Following the desire in his heart, he moved his fingers lightly, Si Ming deflected in a subtle and imperceptible arc, and the tip of his sword pointed directly at Wu Yexing who had lost his mind.

As long as he moves his finger again, Si Ming will stab straight out, not only will a blood flower bloom on Wu Yexing's body, but even everyone here—everyone who hears his dusty past will die and bring Together with the secret they shouldn't know, they held their breath in the loess.

This was supposed to be their destiny, wasn't it?

There was a strange bloody light in the crimson eyes, and an uncontrollable arc of excitement bloomed on Mo Chenyuan's lips. His heart was beating rapidly, and the blood flowing through his body carried some kind of ominous curse, and the blood that was sealed in his body Instinct is about to break through the shackles, clamoring to destroy everything.

Bring out the sword.

Pierce their bodies.

Hear their wailing.

Laughing wantonly amidst the cries for help, crushing their last tiny hope.

As long as he twitched his fingers again—

The blood was agitating his eardrums, and he could barely hear the sounds around him, only the killing intent in his head was getting stronger and stronger, guiding the journey he was about to embark on next.

Mo Chenyuan's fingers hidden in his sleeves curled up slightly, and Si Ming changed a small arc accordingly. The blood in his eyes was about to merge with Si Ming's red light, and he even heard the urging of the Spirit Sword in his mind .

The finger trembled slightly, and it was about to be raised. Si Ming was ready to go, and was ready to plunder the blood and life of the master——

A cold hand suddenly held his fingers through the sleeve.

"Om".

Si Ming let out a very low mournful cry, as if he was dissatisfied with his master's retreat before the battle, and tried to use this method to prompt his master to make another decision.

Mo Chenyuan wanted to hook his fingers, but that hand involuntarily organized his movements, wrapping his murderous hand very firmly, preventing him from making any dangerous moves.

He turned his head in a daze, the blood in his eyes hadn't dissipated, and a pair of slightly lighter pupils were reflected in the crimson.

Lu Qianchuan held his hand without giving in. The cold temperature penetrated through the sleeves and into the back of the hand, cooling the blood rushing and screaming in his body.

Siming's red light weakened.

Both the blood color and sharpness shrank back in the warm glass, and the exclamations of the juniors and younger sisters sounded in the ears again, and an elegant and handsome figure was deeply imprinted in the eyes, and the murderous intent was defeated by the man's slightly disapproving lips. middle.

There are many masters here, but Lu Qianchuan dared not make it public, and used the voice transmission he learned from Sun Youlan to advise: "Calm down."

A familiar voice sounded in his mind, obviously it was the same calm tone as always, but he could hear a trace of secret worry and trust hidden under the worry.

Mo Chenyuan held Lu Qianchuan's hand back, and said in the same way: "The hand is so cold, is it cold?"

Sparse and ordinary greetings, very familiar tone, Lu Qianchuan heard the voice in his mind, raised his heart back to the distance, and responded: "Don't follow his way."

The answer in my mind was very well-behaved: "Okay."

Lu Qianchuan winked at him quietly, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little—this was a compliment signal unknown to the two of them.

Si Ming took back the scabbard, Mo Chenyuan squeezed Lu Qianchuan's hand hard, then let go, took a step forward, and said respectfully: "The ancestor is clear, the younger generation dare not lie, if the squid refuses to admit it, then what happened back then is over." There is no proof of death, but the younger generation's invulnerable physique is the best evidence."

Everyone was in an uproar, and Lu Qianchuan stepped forward and bowed: "My ancestor is here, and this junior is willing to testify for my junior brother. His physique is indeed different from ordinary people."

Several personal disciples who have a good relationship with Mo Chenyuan stepped forward to agree: "The younger generation can also testify."

With the direct disciples taking the lead, it is difficult for the other ordinary disciples to shrink their heads. For a moment, their heads lowered a lot, and their voices merged into an indestructible wall: "Your witness."

Yan Zian stood at the forefront of the disciples, with the streamer sword shining dazzlingly in his hand, he still saluted respectfully and did not testify aloud like the disciples did, but his straight back and the undisguised pride in his eyes were unmistakable. One does not show his support and approval for the whole sect.

Taihua Patriarch calmly looked at the humble but not humble expressions of the young people in front of him, and there was a trace of imperceptible satisfaction on the old face.

His gaze finally fell back on Wu Yexing: "Yexing, what do you have to say?"

Wu Yexing was like a startled crow, trembling all over his body, his eyes were all locked on Mo Chenyuan, the monstrous hatred in his eyes grew wildly, and condensed into a bottomless black ocean.

He said to Taihua Patriarch: "Patriarch clearly understands what this evil god said, and this junior really can't refute it. Even so, can he be allowed to get away with it by killing more than [-] people in the Mo Pavilion?"

"I don't understand." Lu Fengyi's unrestrained voice followed the sharp voice of hatred, which seemed abrupt and out of place, "there are more than 3000 killers in Moge, all of them are Shura who take people's lives. Back then, there were countless denunciations from the people in the Mo Pavilion for killing the old, the young, women and children, even if there hadn’t been that incident, it’s time for us to take action to clear up some miscellaneous things.”

With the usual bright smile on his face, he cupped his hands to Taihua Patriarch and said: "Patriarch, I went to play with you when I was young, and you taught me personally that in life, you should be brave, treat people and do things, and be worthy of your dignity." Heart."

"Those ruthless things in the Mo Pavilion have long put away their awe-inspiring righteousness, and they are relentless in killing people, and even take pleasure in killing people. In this way, I think that the little Shen Yuan back then may not have been doing a good deed .”

His master, Immortal Huanxu, once worshiped under the Taihua Patriarch. When Lu Fengyi was young, he saw Taihua Patriarch a lot more times than Yanzi'an, and he spoke more intimately and familiarly, as if he was talking to an elder. Talk about homework.

When Taihua Patriarch talked to him, his eyes and tone were much gentler: "You are still so eloquent."

Lu Fengyi threw away the heavy burden of the city lord of Xuecheng, like an ignorant junior who is coquettish with his elders, he raised his head and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for many years, and my eloquence has improved, so I have to hurry up and show off to you."

The ancestor of Taihua couldn't help laughing, shook his head helplessly, and made a final decision: "If there is a cause, there must be an effect, and the cycle of cause and effect is all good fortune."

"What happened back then, let the wind pass."

A group of master-level figures were no more than juniors in front of him, and they all bowed in response.

Wu Yexing stared wide-eyed, the red blood in his eyes was messy, intertwined with his deep-seated hatred, it was so creepy.

Seeing that Taihua Patriarch wanted to leave, he hurriedly hissed and shouted: "Patriarch, wait a minute! This evil species has the blood of the demon clan, and it is an out-and-out demon species. Such a disaster cannot stay in the world!"

As soon as these words came out, the Taihua Patriarch really stopped and stood on the clouds looking down at them.

Shao Shu kicked up, and a gust of air condensed into an invisible energy, hitting Wu Yexing head-on in the chest, causing him to roll back a few feet, and directly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Shao Shu stood with his hands behind his back, his black hair was blown a little by the wind, his handsome face was full of majesty, the coercion all over his body made some young disciples of Wan Ling Sect tremble, he glanced at Wu Yexing who was lying on the ground, coldly With a snort: "I'm not talented, Demon Jun Shaoshu, please let me know."

The whereabouts of Mojun Shaoshu has been unknown for five years. Many people failed to recognize him at the first time, or they were not sure if they recognized him. noisy.

He can be regarded as the devil king who is closest to human beings in the devil world for thousands of years. When he was in power, he managed the devil world in an orderly manner. He shot rashly, and greeted everyone politely.

Like Yan Zian, Shao Shu bowed to the Taihua Patriarch: "Taihua Patriarch."

The ancestor of Taihua also returned the courtesy with the etiquette to the devil: "Shaoshu devil."

"Many years ago, the demon world signed a peace treaty with the human world, agreeing that they would not offend each other. Over the past few decades, most of the demon race in the demon world have sworn to me, declaring that they will never rely on magic power to harm human beings."

"These demons sometimes transform into human appearances, come to the human world to experience the fireworks life in the human world, and when they return to the demon world, they will preach the benefits of the human world to their companions around them."

"I often think, since the demons can let go of their grievances and accept human beings, why do humans still cling to the blood of the demons, and if they find any blood that is not my race, they will kill them all?"

The surroundings became extremely quiet after his words fell to the ground, and the Taihua Patriarch also fell silent, silently looking at this young but accomplished demon monarch.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

This is a deep-rooted idea of ​​​​human beings.

But Shao Shu's words woke everyone up like a wake-up call: the human world has always paid attention to reciprocity, and the demon world has not committed crimes for many years, but human beings have always been on guard against their sudden plots like frightened birds.

It's pathetic to live so cautiously.

The ancestor of Taihua didn't answer the words, Shao Shu, pines and cypresses stood where they were, and looked at him without retreating.

After a long while, a suzerain next to the Taihua ancestor said: "The devil has misunderstood. We are not targeting humans with demon seeds, but traitors who eat inside and outside."

He is short in stature, standing next to the ancestor of Taihua, he is reduced to a firefly that makes up the bright moon. If he doesn't speak, no one will notice his existence.

However, as soon as these words came out, almost everyone's attention was attracted by him, Lu Fengyi raised his eyebrows and said: "Sect Master Cai, Lu is dull, please tell me clearly."

This Sect Master Cai is not the head of any major sect. When Lu Fengyi questioned him like this, a thin layer of sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, but he is also insightful, so he quickly stabilized his emotions and said slowly: "Lu Fengyi City Lord, don't forget, back then in Luofeng City, most of the disciples we sent in suffered from poisonous hands."

"Such a thorough plan, and the brothers who lead the team are all top figures in my generation. If someone hadn't secretly colluded with the demons and cooperated internally and externally, how could we have been beaten so vulnerable."

His words reminded everyone that Luofeng City was extremely dangerous back then, and almost all the sects folded their fellow sects in it. Suddenly, the crowd was furious, and they all responded: "That's true!"

Yan Zian clasped his hands and said: "Everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient. What happened back then was a secret plan by a disciple of my Wanling Sect, Litong Mozu. I have expelled him from the sect according to the sect rules. Inner alchemy, put it in front of fellow practitioners and get rid of evil obstacles."

"It's just that this son is cunning by nature, so he escaped from the hands of the disciples who went to hunt him down, and he has not been found yet."

"It's my lack of strict management that caused such a catastrophe. Zi'an is ashamed of his brothers and is willing to accept the punishment."

Qi Zehua stepped forward and said: "That evil is my apprentice, I didn't do enough to discipline him, and I managed to cause that evil to stir up trouble like this. All the kings are here. I accept all the resentment caused by the events of the past, and I have no complaints."

Liu Qingkui hadn't made a name for himself back then, so few people had heard of his name, but Qi Zehua said that he was his disciple, so they had some impressions.

Another tall Sect Master beside Sect Master Cai said: "You two said it lightly, how many disciples we lost back then, and we haven't heard a single explanation for so many years, now the two of you have come out one after another to show your weakness to whom?"

One sentence ignited the indignation in everyone's hearts again. Yan Zi'an was blocked by their crusade and was speechless. Shao Shu took two steps and stood in front of him without saying a word. The momentum around him became more and more compelling. Half of them fell silent.

Sect Master Cai aroused the anger of the crowd. He didn't find a chance to interrupt for a long time, and finally the side became quieter. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and continued: "I have guessed something about the matter of Luofeng City, but Gentlemen, think about it, Luo Huayin was so fanatical back then, destroying a city in just a few days, what was the reason for?"

Seeing that everyone was silent, he had no choice but to pick it up: "To be honest, Cai received an anonymous letter from Feige a few days ago, saying that there is a demon species in my cultivation world who secretly communicated with the demon lord." kindness."

"The identity of that demon species is very cleverly hidden. Not only us, but even the demon Lord Luo Huayin who has worked with him for many years does not know his true identity."

"Luo Huayin is suspicious by nature. The catastrophe of Luofeng City that shook the comprehension world was nothing more than a plot by the Demon Lord to lure that demon species out to confirm his identity."

Everyone was in an uproar: "How is this believable?"

Sect Leader Cai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "This news is groundless, and I don't think it's credible... But after thinking about it over and over again for the past few days, I feel that what the demons did that time was really weird. For no reason."

"Thinking about it this way, I feel that this news may be somewhat credible. I thought this demon was Mr. Mo who was sent into the demon world by us back then, but according to Mr. Mo's life experience, his parents are ours. It is impossible for the monks I know to be demon seeds."

The blood on Yan Zi'an's face faded completely, Shao Shu noticed his abnormality almost immediately, and quickly supported Yan Zi'an who was shaking.

The doubts that the two hadn't asked when they met became true under the hint of Yan Zi'an's expression. His pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly clenched Yan Zi'an's arm, and there was a wave of unbelievable turmoil in his eyes.

At the same time, Sect Master Cai, who had been talking for a while, turned to Taihua Patriarch, and bowed respectfully: "Patriarch, I am bold enough to offer another sacrifice to the Demon Demon Formation, so I can understand the key points."

Taihua's gray hair and beard drifted away with the wind, his eyes swept over Mo Chenyuan, and he said in a deep voice, "He doesn't have the blood of the demon race in him."

Everyone in Wanlingzong breathed a sigh of relief, but Mo Chenyuan held Lu Qianchuan's hand tightly where they couldn't see, and said in a hoarse voice: "In this case, there is no need for the Fumo Formation."

Sect Master Cai's face turned red and then pale, and he looked at Patriarch Taihua anxiously.

Taihua patriarch pondered again, glanced at the people standing below one by one, frowned calmly, and finally made a final decision: "Sacrifice to the demon array!"