The villain's guide to throwing blame

Familiar yet unfamiliar pain spread from the fingertips, wave after wave surged up like a tide, penetrated into the bones, and hooked up the hidden memories.It was as if it had been torn apart inch by inch, until even the sea of ​​consciousness felt tearing pain.

He struggled to say something to Yuechen in a dazed state, but the pain in his head knocked him out of consciousness, and he fell into the dim chaos.

After a long time, he slowly woke up from the chaos, and before he had time to confirm whether his body was in place, he suddenly felt something strange.Feng Ling found himself standing on the top of a protruding cliff with a sword in his hand, and Yuechen was no where to be seen.

Feng Ling stopped suddenly, this situation was too unexpected for him, he was at a loss for a moment, the pain just now disappeared without a trace, and the meridians all over his body were normal, it was really weird very.

He stood alone for an unknown amount of time, when a gray mist suddenly appeared and wound up, covering the sky and the earth.He frowned, and raised his sword to push away the fog in front of his eyes.

The fog dissipated, and what came into view was a vast and undulating mountain range. The sky and the earth seemed to be infected by the blood-red afterglow. Wherever his eyes could see, there was only blood in the sky.Shouts and tsunami-like screams and pleadings sounded one after another, pouring into his ears as if from this land.

"The catastrophe is approaching..."

"Save us..."

"Master Immortal, please..."

The voices that came like a tide were full of panic and desperate pleas, as if they were coming from the world.Catastrophe?What catastrophe?Save... who?

Who will help?

Feng Ling, who was in confusion, suddenly raised his head, and looked not far away, a person suddenly appeared twenty feet away, and that person was looking around anxiously with a sharp sword intent.

Suddenly, the man turned his head to look at him, and a figure moved closer to him.Zheng Fengling was startled suddenly, seeing this man coming towards him with a murderous look, he hurriedly put on a defensive posture.

But the man—passed through him.

Feng Ling turned around in astonishment, raised a hand to touch his face, then looked at that person, and found that he did not see and feel himself, and before he had time to investigate carefully, he quickly darted towards the person. Another cliff rushed towards one direction in a hurry.

Feng Ling then looked in the opposite direction, and there was a heavy premonition guiding him in the dark, and by accident, he also managed to catch up with the young man in front of him.

hurry up!hurry up!Hurry up!I can't make it in time!

He felt his heart beating like thunder, almost jumping out of his heart, and his uneasy mood also rose and fell with his speed, as if——

It's like sharing the same feelings with someone in this scene.

Tears fell uncontrollably like thin threads, and were cut into shapeless drops by the gust of wind around her.

who is it?Why?Why is he so sad? He began to cry silently while running fast, full of doubts, fear and heartbreak.

The long and desperate journey finally came to the end, and when he saw the last light at the end of the journey, he saw the person in front of him suddenly stop in his tracks, shrinking back.It seems unwilling to take the last step to face the reality that has been irreparable.

He forced himself to suppress the heavy anxiety in his heart, stepped out ahead of the young man, and saw the man as soon as he raised his eyes.

The sky and the earth are bloody and desolate, the barren wilderness is full of gullies, the lava has torn the earth apart, and long clouds ignited by the fire are floating in the sky.

The man's white clothes were mostly stained red with blood, and he was standing hunched over the heaven and earth supporting the magic weapon beside him.His head was slightly lowered, and he heard the footsteps of the approacher, and slowly raised his head to look up.

Feng Ling subconsciously took a step back, looked at the raised face of the man and gasped violently, sobs overflowed from his throat one after another with the sadness in his chest. felt.

Are you... yes, who are you?

The young man behind him finally plucked up the courage to come out, and then rushed past him like crazy, knelt beside the man, trembling when he saw the fatal wound on the man's chest, then stretched out his hand tremblingly, with a look on his face Wishing to send his own lifespan to that person's posture to convey spiritual power.

Feng Ling was like sleepwalking, forced himself to suppress the strong ups and downs of grief in his heart, and slowly approached the man who fell on the ground, looked at his strange yet strongly familiar face, and slowly stretched out his hand to try touch him.

However, still can't touch it.

Feng Ling's hand grabbed the air, and it passed through the bloody chest of the man in white. Knowing that he couldn't hurt him or save him, he suddenly withdrew his hand back.

After seeing the young man, the man in white stretched his eyebrows and revealed a gentle smile. He opened his mouth as if wanting to call him, but then coughed a few times, with blood foaming from the corner of his mouth, his face was as white as jade. A layer of dead air of iron gray floated on his face.

The young man who was about to face loss suddenly looked at the man blankly, and Feng Ling watched helplessly as he arched his back slightly at a loss, sobbing in pain and depression.

Sorrow and regret swept across the sky, flooding the entire world, and these surging emotions also flooded Feng Ling who stood aside and witnessed the whole process.

The man in white looked at the helpless young man in front of him with warm and peaceful eyes, his eyes were full of apology and worry, and he opened his lips helplessly but earnestly to ask for something.

But the young man couldn't hear his voice, he could only watch helplessly as his breath gradually weakened, his chest no longer rose and fell, and the temperature in his hands gradually dissipated, coolness penetrated into his heart and lungs.

I didn't have time to stop him, this idea suddenly flashed in Feng Ling's mind subconsciously, and then he shook his head again to expel this idea.

No, no, it's not my idea, I don't know them.

This is an illusion, or a memory, Feng Ling lowered his head, looked at the young man beside him who was tightly clutching the robe of the person in his arms, and thought silently.

"Why, those cowards can survive hiding behind him, and they are safe and sound under his protection! Those people... those people! None of them can be let go!" The young man's eyes were red, and he hugged his lifeless body, Gritting his teeth.

"Kill you all!" He suddenly raised his head, his eyes were about to split open, and his hatred was soaring!

As if responding to the youth's monstrous hatred, the heavens and the earth began to crack, and the wailing that had gradually disappeared became clear again, and the mountains and tsunami swept over, followed by a thick bloody smell.

"kill!"

Feng Ling fell unsteadily, and was surrounded by the night in a blink of an eye.There was darkness around him, and the night wind blowing on him with heat that had not dissipated, inexplicably brought out a somewhat ominous and heavy atmosphere.

In the distance, scattered lights flickered, followed by small and noisy human voices, intertwined with the sound of the wind passing through the forest, making it hard to distinguish.

Everything in front of him was so familiar, Feng Ling couldn't help but tense his nerves, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, let out a deep breath while looking at the lights in the distance, and then strode forward.

The dark and dull sky, the dim stars, the smell of gunpowder smoke and hot blood came, the bloody blade was glowing with cold light, and the sound of crying and screaming seemed to break through the sky.

"Ridiculous - you and the villain will have retribution!"

"Kill! It's not a pity for them to die!"

"Reincarnation of the heavens! Today I am wronged and die, and you wait for the retribution!"

The restrained people, no matter old and strong, women and children, were trapped in a large formation, mercilessly raised their knives and slaughtered, no one asked them for their grievances, and the faces of the executioners were full of greedy and ferocious expressions, and there was no way to stop them.

Feng Ling stood in this blood-stained Shura field, and everyone around him ignored him, killing endlessly.He was surrounded by this nightmare, and seeing the scene in front of him, his breathing became heavy.

It was this dream again. In recent days, it has been repeated over and over again. Killing and killing are all killing. The blood red eyes almost seep into his own eyes. Could it be that he is foreshadowing something?

kill!kill!Kill all—!

Just when he couldn't control his irritable heart in this slaughter scene, he suddenly heard a sentence in his ear.

"Ling'er, staying true to one's heart is the foundation of cultivating the Tao."

When he looked up, he saw his father was standing in front of him with his hands behind his back, and he himself had changed into his childhood appearance, obediently standing in front of the patriarch Feng to be taught.

"If you suffer, you will be rewarded. If you suffer this pain today, you will be able to protect what you want in the future when your swordsmanship is great." The head of the Feng clan taught his young son earnestly, and the words were full of profound meaning. .

"Yes, father." He heard himself answer quietly, and after bowing, he stood in the martial arts arena and practiced a set of unfamiliar sword moves rigorously, and the familiar pain followed.

Feng Ling felt a little strange, he didn't have this memory when he was young, and he never learned this set of sword skills. Is this an illusion or a real memory?

The memories in his mind were chaotic and noisy, but uncontrollably. In this dreamland where he couldn't tell the truth from reality, he had practiced that set of swordsmanship thousands of times. From the stagnation of the sword to the swiftness and simplicity, his cultivation base also soared at the same time. , I have experienced countless tempers in the flowing years of cultivation.

Just when he almost forgot the important things in reality, he vaguely heard a few whispers.

"What's wrong with our young master?"

"I don't know the poor monk. I have tried many methods, but none of them seem to work. It seems that Young Master Feng just fell asleep."

"Can you sleep for so long without waking up?"

From the irritable tone of one of them, who was almost flying up, he could hear his anxiety, and the owner of the other voice seemed to be very distressed and helpless.

It seems that Banhe's loud voice also made Yuechen suffer a lot, Young Master Feng, who finally managed to wake up, thought.

"Wake up, wake up! The young master is awake!" A loud cry of surprise rang in Feng Ling's ears like thunder, making him dizzy and dazed.

I can't help but say that I won't be named Feng for three days, this brat Banhe, and Master Feng, who started to have a faint pain in his head again, thought through gritted teeth.

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Hey!Sorry for being late today.But today this chapter hides a lot of clues, my brain is almost dry, and today the stupid author also revised the previous chapters [-] and [-], and adjusted the plot a little~

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