Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 78 Ten Thousand Soul Lamps

Falling down the mountain, lost track of the forest.

There are eerie and weird giant trees, jagged rocks, and a foul mist in the air. Even wild beasts are reluctant to come here to live. Only some underground reptilian beasts stick out their heads from time to time. Occasionally, some scavenging night demon birds made unpleasant rattling noises.

Lingbao Xianzun has ragged clothes and a stubborn face. He has long lost his former grace. He was hiding in a damp and narrow cave. He heard the night demon bird’s call, and he was so scared that he buried his head lower, lest he would be discovered by the immortal summit.

Since gods were born on the Peak of Immortality three thousand years ago, the world of cultivating immortals has turned into a sea of ​​corpses.

The deity did not allow anyone to see his face, nor did he allow anyone to discuss his name. Everyone can only vaguely call him the master of the immortal pinnacle, or the gods.

He has no feelings and does not understand compassion. Under his feet are flames that burn all living creatures. In the flames are crawling red giant pythons. Beside him are countless red Nirvana butterflies, covering the sky and covering the sky. There, blood stained the river red, bones piled up into mountains, and everything died.

This is the most terrifying and darkest period in the world of cultivating immortals. The big and small sects have been slaughtered by 60%, the Blood Demon Sect, the Moon Gate, the Dragon Tiger Gate, the Lingshan Sect, the Jinfeng Villa… regardless of righteous and evil, regardless of sect, regardless of status , Regardless of wealth, regardless of cultivation level, as long as the person targeted by the immortal pinnacle will be uprooted and completely destroyed.

Everyone is anxious. No one knows the criteria for choosing death at the top of the immortal. They only know that there are beautiful red clouds in the sky and when the butterfly of Nirvana dances, the **** of the immortal will come and be The prey he fancy, whether it is resisting or surrendering, begging for mercy or fleeing, will fall into the most ruthless horror hunt. After death, some people will fall into a desperate **** where even the soul can’t escape… occasionally there will be Several forgiven fish slipped through the net, but they were shocked, and they didn’t understand why they could save their lives.

Lingbao Xianzun’s Shuijing Villa was also slaughtered. Fortunately, he was not in the martial arts that day and escaped his life. His practice is the Gui Yin magic, he is good at concealing his breath and has many ways to escape. Over the years, he has been hiding in Tibet without seeing the sun. He lived like a mouse in a ditch. He still suffered several flaws and suffered severe physical injuries. The original distracting cultivation base had been knocked down several layers, and his body was wounded. Tired and embarrassed.

He was in great pain, but the immortal pinnacle’s pursuit was not hurried and slow, still relying on him to flee, fight hard, and then appear when he thinks he is safe, like a cat playing a mouse, with a thin stick The thread, always hanging him on the edge of despair and luck, wants to die but reluctant, wants to live but does not know how to live…

Lingbao Xianzun couldn’t help but cursed a swear word, not understanding why he was so unlucky, was targeted by terror, persevering, and hunted down for thousands of years.

The night demon made a terrifying cry again, as if mocking.

Birds in the world may be the eyeliner of the immortal peak, as long as the bird appears, it will bring danger.

Lingbao Xianzun’s slightly relaxed body tightened again. He quickly strengthened the defensive array in the Lost Forest a few more times to make the fog thicker. In many places, double puppets that can switch positions were added to ensure that they were chased. The person will get lost in this forest and fight for time to escape.

A gorgeous glow appeared in the sky, and nine beautiful Xuanming birds flew out of the glow, dragging a gorgeous red tail feather, and pulling a gorgeous golden magic ship. There were countless fairy birds and demon birds sitting or standing on the magic ship, Zhongming. The bird combs its feathers, the bird of paradise lights up its singing throat, the cranes and peacocks dance lightly, rushing to show off their feathers, with admiring eyes, piously to please the beautiful **** sitting in the curtain of heavy beads, even if there is no response, No regrets or regrets.

The Dharma ship stopped above the Wandering Forest.

The pair of delicate maids turned into wingbirds carefully opened the bead curtain layer after layer, and then stood on both sides, afraid to speak or look directly.

The world of cultivating immortals knows that the gods at the top of immortality are extremely happy to clean.

He thinks that the world’s vision is too dirty, so that no one is allowed to look at his appearance and skin, and he has his eyes gouged out after seeing it.

He felt that the words of the world were too dirty, so that no one was allowed to mention his name and title, and he cut off his tongue when he said it.

For this reason, he always wears a snow feather cloak made of snow bird feathers and ice silk, covering his body from head to toe tightly, without any strands of hair exposed, and holding a white monster skin on his hands. Gloves to prevent touching anything. He wears a veil made of shark beads and shark silk, overlapping and overlapping, covering the beauty of the world. You can only vaguely see the dark golden phoenix eyes without emotions, like flames sealed by ice, abstinence Restrained to the extreme.

The birds gathered up their feathers, stopped singing, and lowered their heads.

Shenjun slowly walked out of the bead curtain and looked at the world disgustingly. Even after cleaning for many years and getting rid of the dirtiest things, he still felt very uncomfortable. The air was full of disgusting smell, every time he breathed It’s all uncomfortable.

Forget it, end the happy game.

The last prey has already been played to dying, and the body and spirit have no value in continuing torment.

He coldly looked at Lingbao Immortal Venerable who was desperately hiding himself in the dark, a bright flame ignited in his palm, and several beautiful Nirvana butterflies flew out of them, with a scorching breath, opening. The wings of flame flew towards the little mouse that was hidden in the stench ditch and was terrified all day long.

Lingbao Xianzun found the red clouds in the sky, saw the red butterfly leaping straight forward, and realized that the mist of the lost forest could not stop the danger. He struggled to activate the double puppet, changed the position of his body, and tried to escape again… …

But where can I escape to? Where else have you not tried it?

Lingbao Xianzun stopped in a daze, he finally found that there was nowhere to escape, nowhere to go…

Is this what despair feels like?

In the hesitation, the raging fire ignited from all directions, swallowed the entire forest, burned all the magic circles, in the flames snake-like vines wriggled, penetrated into the ground, blocked the retreat, and there were countless Nirvana red butterflies flying in the sky. Form the net of death that is inevitable.

When life is at its end, there is no need to escape.

Lingbao Xianzun actually felt relaxed. Like an unconscious doll, he slowly knelt on the ground, waiting to be torn to pieces and falling into a more painful hell.

The terrifying **** descended to him with a red butterfly.

Lingbao Xianzun raised his head. He wanted to try to beg, hoping that the matter would be ended with death. Suddenly, he felt the dark golden phoenix eyes looming in the veil. It was a bit familiar. It seemed that he had seen it many years ago… He thought for a while, remembering the schools that had been wiped out in the first place. , Thinking of the tragic destruction of Jinfeng Villa, thinking of Dragon Tiger Gate, thinking of Qinghong Gate, thinking of Blood Demon Sect…

The spheres of influence of these sects are far apart, and their styles of action are also different, but they get the same fate…

What do they have in common?

A mortal boy with the same dark golden phoenix eyes slowly emerged in the memory of Lingbao Xianzun. He was shocked and brilliant, beautiful and stubborn, but he was abruptly broken his bones, broken his wings, and dragged him into the abyss of desire. It is still up to them to play and taste. They don’t think this is a mistake. They spend money to buy slaves back to play. Of course, they have to use their bodies to serve and please the master…

He seemed to remember that the boy was given away after being tired of playing, and then his appearance was ruined by the new owner and went crazy.

What is the name of the boy?

Lingbao Xianzun said in horror: “The more nothing…”

Before he could finish his words, the gloved hand stretched out quickly, blocking his mouth severely, blocking all the voices, and blocking the name that shouldn’t be said.

Lingbao Xianzun understood everything and shed tears of regret. He knew his fate and didn’t dare to take a chance. If, back then…

There are no ifs in the world.

The hot flames followed the gagged hand, poured in from his mouth, and burned his throat. The internal organs gradually turned into black ash, and the skin dried up, and then turned into the nourishment of the vines that drilled out of the ground.

After the painful death, there was no relief, the sinful soul was drawn out and put into a special soul lamp.

Shenjun lowered his head and saw some charred ashes stained on the white gloves. He frowned unhappily, and reached out to the lovebird beside him.

This contrast winged bird monsters, named Xiao Zuo and Xiao You, were born on the Kunyu Tree in Linghai. They rarely contact the outside world and have a pure mind. Since the birth of the gods, they have voluntarily become personal maids and wait on their side.

Xiao Zuo carefully removed the soiled gloves for him and burned them without leaving any traces. Xiao You quickly took out the gold box full of clean new gloves, held it in front of the gods, and let him choose to replace it.

Shenjun was picky for a long time, put on his gloves again, and flew into the air.

The Blood King Vine drilled out of the ground and rolled up the soul lamp.

The red clouds receded, the Nirvana butterfly disappeared, and the ship finally left the ruined forest.

…

The top of the immortal, outside the temple.

The gods carefully placed the newly retrieved soul lamp on the rock wall, confirming that the soul inside could continue to withstand the flames of the immortal summit and torment day and night, and then the use of the array forbids the soul’s painful wailing, and does not affect purification.

He likes to collect sinful soul lamps.

In three thousand years, the number of soul lamps has changed from two to hundreds of thousands, all of which are placed on the rock wall. Every night, the top of the immortal is full of lights, like a sea of ​​stars, beautiful…

At the nine-storied pagoda, that person once said that the lights were beautiful and the memories were sweet.

If that person comes back and sees these lights, he will love it…

They can sit in the golden building, enjoy the wine, admire the lights every night, and taste the sweet taste again.

Such a scene, thinking about it, is extremely happy…

…

The golden building is called Wutongtai, which is filled with the most beautiful gems in the world. It is the forbidden place of the top of immortality, and it is also the love nest he prepared for that person. Those who enter it will die.

He set up twelve layers of bead curtains and countless enchantments inside, blocking all vision and isolating the filth in the air. The incense made of herbs was burned everywhere, similar to the smell of that person, which would make his breathing a little more comfortable.

The deity passed through the barrier, took off the veil, took a few deep breaths of the fragrance of the herb, then took off the snow feather cloak, stepped into the bath, and carefully cleaned the body. Although the body of the deity after rebirth will not have any dirt, but he will always Remember what the person said: The air is full of invisible bacteria, so you should wash it frequently and keep it clean.

He cleaned very carefully.

He tortured the soul named Zhao Ye countless times, and he couldn’t find the position of that strange system. So he analyzed the mission requirements, and erased all traces of the past, so that the wrong name disappeared in the world.

He wants to become the correct answer, and when that person comes back to perform the task again, he will re-court and become a Taoist couple.

His body is very clean and perfect now, and he has not touched any dirty things.

He will never be a mistake again.

Shenjun walked out of the bath, slightly curled black hair wet on his heels, huge red phoenix totem stretched out on his back, long tail feathers gliding over the thin waist, with the most gorgeous beauty, he put on The red ice silk robe slowly walked to the mirror, stretched out his hand, and touched the more and more coquettish red tear mole under his left eye in disgust. It was an existence that he could not get rid of by all means, as if he had The soul merges into one, constantly reminding him of how strong and terrifying his desires are.

He has tasted top-notch delicacies, and he can no longer suppress his body’s desires.

I want a sweet and soft kiss, I want those clear eyes, I want to touch the fair skin, I want to be crazy and lingering, I want that person, I can’t think of it…

He was tortured by desire and pain every night, he woke up every day surrounded by despair and loneliness, and wanted to die every day.

However, he dare not die…

He was afraid that the man came back, and found out that he was not there, so he didn’t want him.

Such a thing is scarier than death.

He curled up in the darkness, holding the white pebble tightly, kissing again and again, and pleading sobbingly:

“Qing Shi, I miss you…”