Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 89 Filthy demon

Feng Jun went back to the house and changed into a light juvenile outfit.

Song Qingshi felt that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he packed his luggage, discussed with Song Jincheng, and planned to change the road to Tianwumen without giant snakes. Song Jincheng cautiously glanced at the Opteron sitting next to him, peeled an egg to it fondly, and said with a mournful face: “Go the same way, I have received the news that the snake…has been gone.”

Because it has already become your son.

Song Jincheng received a severe warning from Haolong, so he didn’t dare to run or say. He didn’t want to take the horror to Tianwu Gate, but…These places are all within the sphere of influence of the Immortal Summit, and it seems that there is no difference where they are taken. ?

Suddenly, a few small flames gushing out of Song Qingshi’s body, floating around him, forming a defensive form, reminding him of killing intent nearby.

Song Qingshi pushed aside Song Jincheng, who had seen You Huo and wanted to ask questions. Then, a corrosive liquid dripped on the table, burning a small hole.

He raised his head and saw a group of black squirming flesh crawling on the roof, like a huge sea cucumber. It raised its head in the dark, revealing a strange and ugly face, white eyes, and densely arranged mouthparts. A few circles of fangs, a long tongue sticking out like a lizard, with a breath of blood on it…

Everyone in the inn screamed and fled around, the monks took out magical weapons, like a big enemy.

Song Qingshi searched for several times in his memory, and found that he had never seen such a strange monster, so he had to ask Song Jincheng, who was frantically looking for a sword in a mustard bag next to him: “What is this?”

Song Jincheng looked at him in surprise and replied, “This is a filthy demon, haven’t you seen it?”

Song Qingshi shook his head blankly.

The world of cultivating immortals in his memory is full of crises, but the crises mainly come from struggles and human hearts. The monsters or fierce birds in the Secret Realm Dungeon… rarely see monsters.

These days, he feels that Song Jincheng is too innocent. The small foundation-building cultivator looks good and has no fighting ability, but he does not hesitate to save people he doesn’t know on the roadside. The town is swaying everywhere, wealth is exposed, and his speech is open. , Do not shy away from strangers, do not understand the sinister heart, everything is a way to find death.

All the lessons are learned after suffering a loss.

He was very experienced walking around with Song Jincheng. He wanted to wait for him to witness the sinisterness of the immortal world, and then educate him on the method of survival. However, he waited for a long time. The crisis of murder and treasure did not happen, and there are very few petty thefts. All the monks he encountered, even Moxiu knew to follow the rules, which was a bit embarrassing…

What the **** is the filthy demon?

Song Qingshi felt that this world was different from what he remembered.

“You don’t even know the devil of filth?” Song Jincheng looked at him stupidly, the whole person was not good, he didn’t know how this guy lived so big, can amnesia lose all the basic knowledge? “This is a monster transformed by a filthy breath. It is irrational and has all kinds of strange shapes… Be careful, the filthy monster will not appear alone.”

The warning from You Huo was even more crazier, and several strange monsters, large and small, appeared everywhere, devouring human flesh and blood.

The monks skillfully joined hands, or clothed an array, or held a magic weapon, to surround and suppress them.

“During the Qing Dynasty, don’t be afraid,” Song Jincheng stared at the filthy demon on the roof, pretending to comfort him, “This is not a powerful filthy demon, it is easy to clean up, and I have killed several brothers and sisters. It’s a similar experience.” Although the cultivators of Medicine King Valley are not good at fighting, most of the demon battles are used as logistics and are responsible for treating the wounded. Occasionally, the filthy demons are dealt with by the brothers and sisters, but he can of……

The filthy demon on the roof opened his mouth, turning his entire body into a huge curtain, wrapping it around the three of them.

Opteron’s eyes turned red, and he looked at this filthy demon in distress, not feeling very good and didn’t want to eat it.

Song Jincheng held up his momentum and looked around and found that the monks were killing off other filthy demons. He had no time to talk to him. He hoped that Song Qingshi could run away quickly so that he could escape with the sword, but Song Qingshi was dumbfounded. Standing on the ground, looking for something in the mustard bag, there was no intention to escape. The two watched as the filthy demon pounced over. Song Jincheng looked at the dense fangs and danced his swords, and shouted in despair: “Why should I? Study medicine?!”

Yaowanggu, a broken school, studying medicine can only save others, not one’s own life.

“Go away.” Song Qingshi pushed him away, then flicked his fingers and threw two pills to remove the filthy devil’s mouth.

The filthy demon instantly closed his mouthparts, sluggish for a while, and then rolled up on the ground in pain, making a hissing whine.

“Qu Hui Dan and Wang Chen Dan are both medicines to eliminate demons and inner demons. I feel that this monster is made up of filthy things. I did an experiment. I didn’t expect it to be really useful.” Song Qingshi looked at the strange monster rolling on the ground. With his face full of desire for research, he rolled up his sleeves, but couldn’t find the gloves, so he had to ask others, “Who will hold it for me? I have never seen this stuff. I want to take some samples and study.”

Song Jincheng felt like a second fool…

Opteron is not afraid of getting dirty. It uses the power of a giant snake to hold down the filthy demon, and pleasingly drags it to Song Qingshi: “Father, here you are.”

“Good,” Song Qingshi smiled and glanced at Opteron, then took out a few small porcelain bottles for samples from the mustard bag, collected the acid in the mouth of the filthy devil, and took some skin tissue and meat. Install them separately, and then educate Song Jincheng, “The most important thing to study medicine is to be calm. How can you panic when you encounter a small matter? You should first observe the enemy’s weakness, and then use poison or medicine to solve it.”

Obviously it’s not a sword repairer, and he doesn’t know how to use swordsmanship. Can you be bold with a broken sword?

Song Jincheng replied: “I just built the foundation soon, panic…”

Song Qingshi hated iron but not steel: “I am also building a foundation now, fighting with my brain, not the cultivation base.”

He burned all the remaining pieces of meat with a faint fire, and then curiously observed the other filthy demons. Each one had some differences. Some were corrosive, some were speed, and some were power… Killing humans, the innkeeper’s The wife, lost a leg under the attack of the filthy demon, fell in a pool of blood, screaming to let her husband and children escape. The innkeeper is a mortal. He arranged for his eldest daughter to take a few younger siblings to escape into the cellar to hide, and then copy a kitchen knife to rescue his wife.

Song Qingshi quickly connected the thunder curse and the fire curse to the golden needles to make a renzhu thunder, and then pierced the golden needle with thunder and lightning into the mouth of the filthy demon, exploded it at a fixed point, and snatched the leg of the person it was eating. , Threw it to Song Jincheng, instructed: “You go to stop the bleeding for the lady boss, and then warm the amputated limb with the five immortal spirit liquid to keep it active. I will try to get it back later.”

He wanted to kill this cannibal monster.

Suddenly, a raging fire ignited on the injured filthy demon, and it turned into black ash in an instant.

The beautiful red-clothed boy slowly walked down the stairs, wherever the spiritual mind went, all the dirty things were burned. He walked in front of Song Qingshi. Checked his body: “Isn’t it dirty?”

The monks were rescued inexplicably, suspected of being a powerful shot, hurriedly bowed their hands in the air and thanked them, then cleaned the battlefield and rescued the wounded. Song Qingshi joined the treatment team. He connected the leg for the inn proprietress, but the injury was too serious and many meridians had problems. If there is no better elixir for treatment, he will become a lame walking high and low.

For the innkeeper and his wife, this result is an unexpected joy. They are grateful for their gratitude, and they have to pay for the treatment if they take out the spirit stone.

Song Qingshi thought for a while, collected the money from the five immortals and gave it to Song Jincheng, and then asked, “These monsters often appear?”

“Our town is quite peaceful. It’s about once every 20 or 30 years.” The innkeeper knows everything without saying anything. “Most of them are a few scattered filthy demons. They are settled very quickly by the elders of the immortals. Like this time. The situation where monsters infiltrated the town on a large scale and ate so many people… It also happened two hundred years ago, when the corpses were everywhere, and the tragedy was vivid. It was the monks from Taiyi Academy who arrived in time and saved Man’s life. ”

Song Qingshi asked again: “How were these monsters born?”

The innkeeper dumbed his voice, he wanted to stop talking.

“Except for the good deeds of the immortal pinnacle, what else is there?” A fanatic drank two pots of spirits after the war. Since the birth of the **** of the immortal pinnacle three thousand years ago, there have been more and more filthy demons…everybody said that he killed too much evil, gathered grievances from the world, and repayed him.”

“Say a few words, misfortune comes out of your mouth,” the cultivator next to him hurriedly advised him, “Who knows if there is any eye on you…”

The fanatic said angrily: “If he wants to kill, kill! I’m not afraid! The Peak of Immortality is not a god, it is a demon! He is going to destroy the world!”

Song Qingshi remembered the tasks of the system. He curiously asked, “What does that god…what exactly does it look like?”

“Hiding the head and hiding the tail, it must be ugly.” The madman wanted to scold through the alcohol. Suddenly his throat and tongue were hardened, and he couldn’t speak. He looked around in horror, but he didn’t find any suspicious characters. , But there is suspiciousness everywhere… I heard that the incarnation of the gods is ever-changing and everywhere, and he was awakened from the wine, remembering what he said that he had said so rebellious, and fled.

Feng Jun didn’t even look at him. He walked to Song Qingshi’s side and asked with a smile, “Do you need to collect more different samples?”

Song Qingshi nodded.

“I don’t know where the filthy demon comes from. It has nothing to do with the Top of the Immortal.” Feng Jun put on his gloves again, and ordered Opteron to drag the burnt residues over, taking samples expertly, and whispered. Explained, “I have been working hard to get rid of these dirty things and tried various methods, but I can’t kill it no matter how…”

After he turned on the sea of ​​blood, these filthy demons were born, and more and more. He thought that they were formed by those evil souls, so he made many sinful guys into soul lamps and placed them on the top of immortality. Torture, but the number of filthy demons did not decrease… The half-devil blood in Anlong’s body mutated with the appearance of the filthy demons, and often lost control. They studied for a long time and couldn’t find a solution. Finally, while he was still conscious, An Long asked Feng Jun to seal his body in the endless abyss, put on multiple shackles and seals, so as not to cause disaster to the world.

The devil of filth still exists, making the world stinking.

Feng Jun burned batch after batch, and every time he killed the old one, a new filthy demon would be born elsewhere.

It’s like… the undead evil desires.

Because he destroyed all filthy things, filthy hearts, and tried to change the rules of the world, even more filthy monsters appeared in the world.

Is this his sin?

…

Ascending the sky, the water wave and the moon, the barrier of the sealed demon land was broken, and hundreds of filthy demon sealed inside escaped and raged everywhere.

In the cold wind, countless ice stabs from the ground, passing through the bodies of all the monsters, nailing them to the rock wall, and then freezing and turning into fragments. Bai Zihao stood on the icy blue sword in the sky, with a temperament like a bright moon and breeze, smiling at the corners of his mouth, and fluttering clothes. Everywhere was gentle like water, blowing up wind and snow wherever he went, ruthlessly destroying all the monsters.

The Frost Longsword fell, opening the cave hidden by the seal formation.

In the cave, there was a monk Yuan Ying who was covered in wounds, and said joyfully: “Thank you Xianzun for his life-saving grace.”

“Are you the master of the Yellow Sect of Shuibo Gate? Someone asked me to come to you,” Bai Zihao quietly glanced at the information in his sleeve, and asked with a smile, “Where are your wives?”

“Don’t mention it, my concubine in Xinna’s seventh room is a bitch,” Huang Clan Master mentioned the matter, was annoyed and angry, and spoofed, “She opened the enchantment of the Enchanted Land on the night of rejoicing. I used flesh and blood as a sacrifice, and attracted monsters to invade Shuibo Gate. I was defeated and suffered countless casualties… The other wives and concubines were in a mess, and I don’t know where they went. They were all profane things. Waiting for me to find them…”

Before he finished his words, a short knife made of Bingling pierced his mouth and pierced out of the back of his neck.

“I didn’t ask you so many things,” Bai Zihao said indifferently, “You killed the Taoist Luo from Guiling Island and robbed his daughter as a concubine. The **** ordered me to take you back to the highest point of immortality to be tortured.”

He skillfully drew the soul out, put it in the soul lamp, and asked the sound transmission bird to bring it back to the top of immortality.

Bai Zihao took out a long list from his sleeve, crossed out a name on it, then counted it, and sighed:

“There are many more tasks given by the gods, and I can’t finish them anyway…”