The villain wears me back

After a day of soul-locking, time-traveling, and soaring cultivation, Qiao Mingxi's spirit was already exhausted. At this time, he rested complacently. He only took a short nap before falling asleep.

I don't know whether it's because of Yaojun's side or being in Xianyunzong, Qiao Mingxi found that he didn't sleep particularly peacefully this time.

He seemed to be dreaming about the past again.

In the dream, the trees are towering, the forest stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles, and the fierce beasts roar and the spirit beasts scream in the forest. It doesn't sound like a peaceful world.

Qiao Mingxi remembered that this place was called Fatian Forest.

Fatian Forest, the largest forest in the Luofu world, has many spirit beasts, a plethora of mineral treasures, and even the exit of the secret realm left over from ancient times. It has always been the best place for monks from all walks of life to come to hunt and practice. The range is the practice field appointed by the eight sects of the heavens, which is specially provided for the disciples of the disciples to hunt and practice.

Compared with those in the depths of Fatian Forest, the spirit beasts on the periphery are not of high level, so they are relatively safe, enough for disciples below the Foundation Establishment Stage to try.

Every year, a large number of disciples from the eight sects of the heavens go to cultivate, and there are even many scattered people who want to fish in the troubled waters in the natural enclosure of Fatian Forest and get a good piece of soup.

Qiao Mingxi had naturally been here too.

Of course, the he at that time was not from his own past, he appeared in Fatian Forest only because he was in the depths of Fatian Forest when he crossed for the first time.

Unlike those casual cultivators, he walked from the depths of Fatian Forest to the outer edge of Fatian Forest step by step.

In the dream, he saw himself being pursued by a dozen monks.

"Eldest brother, that's a ghost cultivator!"

"Hahaha, it's strange, there are still ghost cultivators in the place governed by the eight factions of the heavens?"

"Brother, brother, quickly catch Guixiu, I want to see what Guixiu is like."

"Okay, junior sister, he can't escape."

"..."

The outskirts of Fatian Forest were the hunting grounds of the Eight Sects of the Heavens. Qiao Mingxi remembered that when he strayed into the half of the hunting ground in a daze, he was immediately besieged by the disciples of the Eight Sects of the Heavens and was soon cornered.

He still remembered that at that time, among the disciples of the Eight Sects, the ones who rushed to the front were the ones wearing the uniforms of the Xianyun Sect.

"Tsk tsk, it's really a ghost cultivator." The monk of Xianyunzong threw a fire sword at him.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge in time, Qiao Mingxi staggered and fell to the ground. Most of his already torn clothes were burned by the fire.

He was in a hurry to wipe out the fire, when he heard the surrounding monks from the Eight Schools of Heaven laughing.

"Hahaha, this ghost is so weak."

"He shouldn't be considered a ghost cultivator, at most he's just a ghost."

"If you don't know, don't talk nonsense. How could a ghost have its own body? It's because the ghost cultivator didn't run away."

"Our eight sects have cut off the path of ghost cultivation, how can ghost cultivation become stronger?"

"That's right..."

"..."

The eight sects of monks were chatting, bragging, and laughing in front of him. In his dream, Qiao Mingxi saw that his lips had turned white, and he fell to the ground in a daze. It took him a while before he opened his mouth.

"You are mistaken, I am not a ghost, nor a ghost cultivator..."

……

It turned out that he was like this at that time.

Memories that were already dusty came flooding in along with dreams, and Qiao Mingxi suddenly felt a little far away, and was actually in a trance.

His voice was not loud, but the disciples of the Eight Sects next to him laughed as if they had heard some joke.

"You are not a ghost cultivator, so what is a ghost cultivator?"

"Haha, don't you even know you're dead?"

"No way, he didn't even know he was dead, so how did he become like this?"

Some people ridiculed, some were curious, and some came forward with a magic weapon in order to verify whether he was a ghost cultivator or not.

"Look at..." the monk of Xianyun Sect said with a smile, suddenly the magic weapon flashed by and cut off a piece of flesh on his leg.

Qiao Mingxi broke into a cold sweat seeing himself in pain.

The monk of Xianyunzong pointed to his wound with his finger, and smiled proudly and happily: "Look quickly!"

There was no blood on the skin that had been cut by the magic weapon, but a faint black air slowly rose up. The black air was not thick, but lingered beside the wound, slowly repairing the missing opening.

His gaze was fixed on his wound, and shock, fear, and confusion crept into his heart one by one.

The disciples of the eight sects immediately boiled up as if they had seen the new continent.

"I'll try."

A disciple of Liuxia Sect slashed his arm.

"Oh, it's a pity that it's too weak, and it's too slow to repair the wound, so it's not fun." After cutting his wrist, the disciple of Liuxia Sect shook his head, not very happy.

"Stop playing, this ghost cultivator has a good life, I want to take him back to be a playful slave." The female disciple of Haotian Sect said.

"..."

Only then did everyone discover that this ghost cultivator has fair skin and a handsome appearance. Even though his cultivation base is very low and he has no skill bonus, he looks very pleasing to the eye.

After some time, if such a person cultivates and has a higher level of cultivation, won't his appearance harm all living beings?

Immediately, a look of jealousy flashed across the face of the male disciple of Xianyun Sect: "Junior Sister, you are just a crooked ghost cultivator. Don't forget, our Eight Sects do not allow this kind of thing to exist."

The female disciple of the Haotian Sect said "Yeah", "Isn't it okay to be a slave?"

"No." The male disciple of Xianyunzong took out a green lotus bronze mirror from the storage ring and said, "This is the magic weapon used by our Xianyunzong to deal with ghost cultivators. It can eliminate the evil of karma in ghost cultivators. The Dao of the Eight Schools of the Heavens can be traced back to the original source.”

The green lotus bronze mirror has a smooth surface, reflecting the figures of the monks present.

"Okay." The female disciple of the Haotian Sect didn't force her, and said with a smile, "This bronze mirror is so beautiful, I'll listen to my brother."

The male disciples of the other eight sects also became jealous.

Complacent, the male disciple of Xianyun Sect took a bronze mirror and took a photo of Ghost Xiu on the ground.

"..."

A quarter of an hour was a long time when I remembered it at first, but in the eyes of the people around me, it was just a very short time.

However, Qiao Mingxi remembered that he had endured for a long time.

Probably because he had just become a ghost cultivator and hadn't been infected with any evil, so although the bronze lotus mirror hit his body, although it hurt, it wasn't that fatal.

In the Eight Sects, a curious disciple asked, "Isn't this ghost cultivator not very good at cultivation? Why hasn't he died yet?"

"Soon, soon." The Haotian Sect disciple holding the bronze lotus mirror immediately said, "Look, his ghost is almost gone, and it will be over soon."

As he spoke, he used his spiritual power to move the bronze lotus mirror, and the bronze lotus mirror was stimulated by the spiritual power, and suddenly it shone brightly!

And at this moment-

"Ah! What is that?!" Eight disciples screamed.

"It's a round ball? It's flying towards us!" said the female disciple of Haotian Sect.

The male disciple of the Haotian sect holding the bronze lotus mirror turned his head curiously after hearing the sound, and then saw a ball suddenly smashed towards his face.

"Ahhh—" In the hunting ground of Tianfalin Zhutian Eight Sects, the terrified voices of the Eight Sects' disciples came.

As soon as the female disciple of the Haotian faction turned her head, she saw a big hole in the face of the male disciple of the Xianyun sect who was holding the bronze lotus mirror. This male disciple of the Xianyun sect still kept holding the bronze lotus mirror. The posture, the eyes moved, and soon froze.

"Peng!"

The male disciple of Xianyun Sect fell down suddenly, and his blood was scattered all over the ground.Qinglian Bronze Mirror dropped her hand and fell to the ground.

A ball stood in front of Guixiu, with a halo around him. It shook slightly, shaking off the blood from its body, revealing its black pupils.

The disciples of the Eight Sects had never seen such a scene before. Some screamed, some were on guard, and some were so frightened that they couldn't move.

"Where are you monster, how dare you kill my disciples from the eight sects of the heavens!" someone yelled on the spot.

The ball moved its gaze to the speaker, and then an afterimage passed by.

"Peng!"

The ball entered from the front chest of the shouter, and passed through the back of the heart.

In a short time, the yelling disciple fell to the ground and died.

Yuanqiu looked at the others again.

The disciples of the Eight Sects of the Heavens were silent for a while, until someone reacted.

"This ball and that ghost cultivator are in the same group!"

"Run, everyone! Go find Master!"

"Spread out, run away! This way he can only catch up to one person...ah——"

Another person fell to the ground.

In the hunting ground of Fatian Forest's Eight Sects, these disciples became the prey of the ball, and were hunted one by one.

Until the last female disciple of the Haotian faction was caught up.

When the female disciple saw the round ball in front of her, she was so frightened that she fell to the ground.

"You, you can't kill me. I am the direct disciple of the Fire Dragon Immortal Emperor of the Haotian Sect. The Immortal Emperor is a master of the tribulation stage. If he finds out that I am dead, he will definitely not spare you!"

The female disciple said while stepping back on the ground.

The ball froze for a moment.

Soon, it swished out again, passing through the female disciple's throat.

……

The wound on Qiao Mingxi's leg was slowly healing. Soon, he found a sword scattered on the ground on the battlefield, and supported himself to stand up.

The ball went back and forth and flew to his side.

Qiao Mingxi looked at the corpses on the ground, and stood there for a while in awe.

"Thank you." After a long time, he whispered.

There was no one else at the scene except him, and he spoke to the ball.

The ball swung left and right.

Qiao Mingxi, who met Tiedan for the first time, couldn't understand it, and Qiao Mingxi in his dream could only understand it saying you're welcome...

then--

At that time, Qiao Mingxi took a step, and the ball followed him for a little distance.

Qiao Mingxi stopped, and the ball was suspended in the air without moving.

"..."

"..."

One person and one ball looked at each other for a long time.

Qiao Mingxi sighed: "Are you following me?"

"..." The ball jumped up and down.

Qiao Mingxi, who couldn't understand, opened his mouth, and after a while, he said slowly: "I seem to be a ghost cultivator, a very weak kind."

"..." The ball swayed from side to side.

"There are all kinds of sects here, they don't seem to like ghost cultivators like me." Qiao Mingxi persuaded him to retreat again.

"..." The ball continued to swing left and right, still following Qiao Mingxi.

From the body movements of the ball, Qiao Mingxi roughly understands that the ball bouncing up and down is affirmative, and shaking left and right is negative.

He thought for a while, then said, "Then do you have a name?"

The ball hesitated for a moment, then shook from side to side.

Qiao Mingxi realized that the ball might be saying "no".

"You don't have a name, how should I call you?" Qiao Mingxi thought that the ball couldn't speak, so he said, "How about I give you a name?"

As soon as the ball lights up, it jumps up and down immediately.

It seems that he agreed with the name.

Qiao Mingxi smiled slightly, feeling a little better.

"You are so powerful, you can punch through people at once. This kung fu is very similar to our iron head skill, iron sand palm and so on. Why don't I call you iron egg." Qiao Mingxi thought about it carefully, road.

Tie Dan: "..."

There was a bad start in the dream, but seeing Tie Dan aggrieved and accepting his name, Qiao Mingxi's not-so-good mood suddenly turned bright after the rain.

Tie Dan is so powerful, as long as he doesn't meet someone as powerful as Yaojun, he should be able to protect himself.

Qiao Mingxi was thinking, and suddenly felt something rubbing against his arms.

... Tie Dan usually likes to rub against his arms, has it come back?

Thinking of this, Qiao Mingxi immediately woke up from the resting state, quickly opened his eyes, and subconsciously looked at his arms.

However, it wasn't an iron egg in his arms.

As soon as Qiao Mingxi lowered his head, he saw two groups of fluffy erect ears appearing in front of his eyes, followed by a silver hair on the couch. The Nine Heavens Demon Lord who was lying on the couch with him before did not know when Putting her head in his arms, showing him a fluffy back ear.

"..."

The only drowsiness left in Qiao Mingxi's dream was completely frightened by the scene in front of him.

"What's the matter?" Nine Heavens Yaojun, who was sleeping beautifully, also noticed that Qiao Mingxi had woken up, and looked up at Qiao Mingxi.

The Nine Heavens Demon Lord had a stunning and handsome face, which Qiao Mingxi could see clearly at this moment.

His heart, which had been sluggish, started beating wildly.