Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 117 "Open Your Eyes"

The sky was filled with red clouds, and the monster was on fire. Countless black scales with flames fell on the ground and hit the roof, posing danger to precious lives and research materials. Song Qingshi immediately opened the mysterious fire barrier , Sheltered the research institute and the library inside, and let all the pharmacists and medicine servants come in for refuge.

The monster saw the mysterious fire barrier, realized his existence, and rushed down aggressively.

Huge red vines spread out from the ground, split the ground, rushed into the air, tightly entangled the monster's attack, and then intertwined into countless red nets in the red lotus black fire, serving as a breeding room for mice and various experiments. Barriers are added to the place, turning important places into giant sepak takraw balls.

Song Qingshi held the long sword condensed with the golden light of merit, stepped on the red lotus, and flew towards Yue Wuhuan recklessly.

The monster felt the power of the golden light of merit and fell into madness. A sharp blade of black magic energy emerged from his body again, trying to destroy the danger.Yue Wuhuan's magic weapon and sword had already been destroyed in the battle, and the phoenix fire on his body became more intense, turning into nine long whips, countless whip shadows, and kept pulling the sharp blades apart before they could condense.

The black demonic energy gathered and dispersed.

The blood king vine crushed the monster's scales, sucked in the flesh, and kept devouring the power inside.

A trace of devilish energy invaded his body, penetrated into his heart, and brought back countless dark memories.

Those unbearable pasts, those disgusting things, those swear words, those painful partings, are being played out in front of your eyes over and over again...

The stench in the air became more intense and it became difficult to breathe.

He could no longer contain the hatred in his heart, and could not control his mental breakdown. The dark golden phoenix eyes showed the blood of killing, and the flames of the phoenix ignited again... Gradually spread, covering the entire sky, which can burn the soul flame.He wants to burn this filthy world, burn himself, and let everything return to nothing.

Song Qingshi shouted: "Wuhuan! Stop!"

The flawless flame was dyed black, Yue Wuhuan's heart was full of chaos, he couldn't hear the sound.

Song Qingshi finally rushed to him, trying to purify the ever-increasing filth in the flames and wake him up.

The monster in the air finally condensed a black sharp blade, covering the sky and stabbing at the two of them.

Two black and red lotus flowers in Song Qingshi's body bloomed, forming a double barrier that enveloped the two of them.

However, his cultivation was far from that of a monster.

The lotus quickly withered and destroyed under the cutting of the sharp knife.

With a sharp blade, the monster attacked in front of him in an instant.

After Ruo Yue Wu Huan died, the flames of the phoenix would lose control, envelop the entire world, and burn everything.

Song Qingshi said in despair: "General An! Don't do things that you regret!"

The blood-red vertical pupil moved slightly. After the monster heard this name, the suppressed consciousness in his body struggled again. He showed a painful expression, and the attack of the sharp blade gradually slowed down...

"General An, wake up," Song Qingshi kept begging, "This is not what you really look like."

He sacrificed all the remaining golden light of merit in his body, dotted around An Long's sharp claws, and the dirty demonic energy wrapped in it fell off a little, revealing two shiny black dragon scales.He also wanted to give more meritorious power to peel off this ugly appearance, revealing the proud black dragon, and help him regain his sobriety.

However, after a thousand reincarnations, he has already used up a lot of merit accumulated by himself, and now, he has nothing...

After the real dragon scales were exposed, An Long stopped attacking. He raised his head, looked at his ugly appearance, let out an angry howl, and crazily tore his body.

The clear dragon chant soared straight into the sky, shaking the heaven and the earth.

Yue Wuhuan was awakened by the sound of the dragon's chant. He saw the situation in front of him clearly, quickly took the sword of virtue in Song Qingshi's hand, and then used the phoenix flame to break through the filthy armor and tear off the thick scales. Finally, he He stabbed the golden long sword fiercely into the dragon's heart that was blackened by the devil's energy, and picked out the black devil's core inside.

The golden long sword disappeared into the magic core, and then, the magic core shattered, and the pure and good power emitted a soft light of purification, dispelling all the darkness.

The black heart gradually regained its bright red color, and the distorted body slowly dissipated in the golden light, and finally everything turned into black clouds and gradually disappeared between heaven and earth.

When the clouds and smoke cleared, what appeared was the soul of a handsome general in black armor. He had a resolute appearance and a strong and iron frame. He was brave and good at fighting, and stood proudly in the world...

This is what An Long really looks like.

He smiled at Song Qingshi: "Fortunately, I didn't make a third mistake."

Looking at this familiar soul, Yue Wuhuan felt more and more pain in his sea of ​​consciousness. He felt that he should remember something very important.

An Long's soul became weaker and weaker. Before disappearing completely, he stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Yue Wuhuan's shoulder. Looking at those eyes that also lost himself in the painful reincarnation, he finally asked:

"Come back, brother."

……

The thunder began to weaken, the dark clouds had not yet dissipated, and the sky was still dark.

Yue Wuhuan looked at the place where Anlong disappeared for a long, long time, and then let Song Qingshi hold his hand, boarded the Dharma boat, and returned to the Immortal Summit.

The battle is still going on, and the fighting is still going on.

The beauty of the Immortal Peak has long been destroyed, the ground is covered with deep cracks, the mountain collapsed, and countless gravels fell, the trees were burned, the lives were burnt, blood flowed into rivers, killing each other everywhere, and there was ugliness everywhere. ...

Song Qingshi brought him to the highest point of Immortal Peak.

When the smelly wind blew, Yue Wuhuan closed his eyes and covered his nose, making it even more uncomfortable to breathe.

"Wu Huan, don't resist," Song Qingshi grabbed his hand, stopped his movements, and begged, "Open your eyes and take a closer look at this world..."

One thousand 350 reincarnations, one failure after another.

He will never let go of this hand...

Yue Wuhuan felt the firmness of Song Qingshi, he finally opened his eyes, and slowly released his spiritual thoughts, attached to countless birds, flying in all directions, trying to touch the world.

……

Under the cliff of the Immortal Peak.

The golden peacock was bruised, its beautiful tail feathers were all ruined, and it was dying.

"Why?" Bai Zihao blocked all the attacks with an ice array. His spiritual and physical strength had long been exhausted, and he was staggering when he walked. Looking into the mirror once, seeing my own shadow by the water, I can't walk, and I can cry for three days if I lose a feather.But now, in order to protect himself, he has wounds all over his body, and none of them is intact, but he doesn't complain.

Kong Muhua said softly: "I said, I like you."

Bai Zihao said: "But, I have bullied you, many, many times..."

Kong Muhua smiled: "I know, you like me."

Bai Zihao felt his eye sockets wet, he resisted and said, "I'm sorry."

"Don't cry," Kong Muhua raised his hand with difficulty, wiping away his tears, "When we first met, you were always crying, sad, scared, I didn't like it... So, I want to make you happy, make you happy You are angry, let you forget those unhappy things, don't be wronged..."

He has never liked or pursued people, let alone understand the rules of human beings, act willfully, and cause a lot of messy things.

Probably about to be dumped again...

"I'm not pretty anymore, and I don't have a tail anymore." Kong Muhua looked at his scorched black tail feathers, and for the first time in his life lost his confidence, trying to persuade Bai Zihao, "Although I don't have the right to court, but you, don't like Dapeng , he is not a good guy, he is very rough, and don’t like Bi Fang, it’s a wooden bird, it’s boring. You wait for me for 200 years, the tail grows out, I..."

Bai Zihao bowed his head, kissed his lips, and asked seriously: "I don't have tail feathers that can spread my tail, can I ask you for a mate?"

Kong Muhua was stunned, and it took a long time to react, and said eagerly: "Okay, I will marry you."

Bai Zihao corrected: "It's a married couple."

"But, the wedding dress is very beautiful, I want to wear it."

"Then, you can wear it..."

"Can I embroider myself?"

"Why did you change your mind? Are you really seriously injured?"

"The tail is gone, my heart hurts very much..."

"You guy..."

"Okay, you can't go back on your word!"

Bai Zihao hugged the golden peacock tightly. He no longer envied the gods, and there were people in this world who would not let him be sad.

……

In the Northern Territory, in the rebel army.

The monks were discussing how to attack the Immortal Summit and kill Shenjun and his henchmen.

Ma Xianjun sneered: "How clean and self-sufficient I was when I was a god. It turns out that the good one is masculinity. Recently, he and Yaowang Xianzun became a Taoist couple. Hey, I heard that the Immortal Summit gives a lot of money every year to let Yaowanggu do research. I'm afraid it was Yao Wang Xianzun who exchanged his body? I don't know how beautiful the man is, when we win the Immortal Pinnacle, we will definitely..."

His throat was suddenly pinched and he couldn't speak.

Cui Xianzun, who sits at the head of the rebel army, is a eccentric and moody demon cultivator. It is said that for thousands of years, he was framed by his fellow disciples, his wife and children were separated, and he was haunted by demons. , create Ghost Sect.Now that his cultivation level has reached the level of fitness, he hates the Immortal Summit and the overbearing gods on weekdays, and agrees to join the conquest ranks. He is one of the strongest forces in the army.

Now, he grabbed the neck of the most flattering Ma Xianjun, and asked in a low voice: "Why don't I know... the Taoist companion of the god is the medicine king Xianzun? Is it Song Qingshi?"

Ma Xianjun nodded struggling.

Cui Xianzun cut off his neck angrily: "Why didn't you say this earlier?!"

The monks were shocked and puzzled.

"Back then, I was haunted by demons, penniless, and desperate. It was Yao Wang Xianzun who gave me the Wangchen Pill to help me overcome the calamity of demons and make a comeback. The great kindness is always in my heart, and I never dare to forget it," Cui Xianzun showed horror "I have a good chance today. Since you are going to use the Medicine King Valley and kill the Medicine King Immortal, hehe, then use your heads as gifts to repay me."

He sacrificed the banner of summoning the soul, and there were bursts of grievances, howling ghosts and gods.

The disciples of the Ghost Sect obeyed the order and quickly followed.

The various sects were caught off guard, and they were killed and turned on their backs.

Cui Xianzun laughed, doing everything he could to destroy the lineup of the rebels.

I once gave charcoal in a timely manner unintentionally, but today I will give it back doubled.

……

At the foot of Tianwumen Mountain, young sword cultivators lined up to stop the rebels in Lingxin City.

The Lord of Lingxin City is a grumpy person. His beloved daughter is suffering from demonization, and he is delaying time with linden bark. He is so anxious that he leads the monks of Lingxin City to the Immortal Summit to join in the crusade against the gods. Seeing this group of lifeless sword cultivators blocking the way, they scolded: "Are you crazy? It is the Immortal Peak who has developed a demonization syndrome! You must kill the gods, and the symptoms will disappear!"

Yu Wenyu stood with his sword horizontally: "It wasn't made by the gods!"

The lord of Lingxin City said angrily: "After the dark period, the demon of filth was born! Who else could it be?!"

Yu Wenyu insisted: "It wasn't made by the gods!"

The lord of Lingxin City scolded again: "You bunch of ignorant brats, get the hell out of here!"

Yu Wenyu was clumsy in speech and tongue, and didn't understand arguments, but he didn't back down half a step: "It wasn't made by the gods!"

The Lord of Lingxin City sneered and said, "Little Tianwumen, do you want to fight against Lingxin City? Tell your elders to come out!"

"No need to call." Yu Wenyan came with the elders and sword repairers with swords, and said coldly, "His father is here."

The Lord of Lingxin City suppressed his anger and said arrogantly: "Now, the Immortal Peak is the public enemy of the world. If Tianwumen wants to protect it, I will flatten these seven peaks!"

Behind him are tens of thousands of monks in Lingxin City. Tianwumen is only a sect with a size of a thousand people.

Yu Wenyu walked up to his father and said aggrievedly, "Father..."

"We are sword cultivators. The swords we swing must have the courage to stick to our beliefs and face strong enemies." Yu Wenyan rubbed his hair and said softly, "Yu'er, you have done a good job. If you are greedy and afraid If you die, ignore the truth, and surrender to the enemy, you will not be worthy of the sword in your hand."

The lord of Spirit Heart City had an ugly expression on his face.

Yu Wenyan drew out the long sword in his hand, and said angrily: "Tianwumen Sword Cultivator! Draw the sword! Form the formation!"

Thousands of swords were unsheathed, with cold light shining and murderous aura.

Yu Wenyan stood at the forefront of the sword formation, and said word by word: "It wasn't made by the gods!"

All the sword cultivators made thunderous voices, reaching the ears of every monk in Lingxin City, and said in their hearts: "It wasn't made by the gods!"

This is the truth they firmly believe in.

So what if the mantis' arm is used as a car? !

Sword cultivator draws his sword and fights to the end!

……

On Fairy Island, most of the female cultivators have already suffered from demonization, relying on the bark of the linden tree to barely support them.

Mrs. Nian's body was already covered with criss-crossing black spots. She sat quietly under the shade of a tree, looking at the blue sea, waiting for the arrival of the end...

She used to be a little orphan begging on the side of the road, but Immortal Yan Yuan brought her back to the Red Dragon School, took good care of her, and taught her various formations and immortal skills.Later, Xianjun Yanyuan realized that her lifespan was about to expire, so she sent her to Xianling Island. Mrs. Lingmiao is a gentle woman who comforted her who often cried because of homesickness, and used formations to conjure all kinds of cute little girls. Animals make her laugh and always praise her for being smart...

Unfortunately, she was born without parents.

She is very lucky to have met many good people in her life and received countless tenderness.

Therefore, she is willing to pass on such tenderness, to help children who are also unfortunate, and to let them gain new happiness.

Mrs. Nian looked at the black spots on her hands and sobbed softly.

A four-year-old girl ran over, and her body was also covered with signs of demonization. She opened her eyes wide and asked curiously, "Mrs. Nian, what are you doing?"

Mrs. Nian wiped away her tears and said with a smile, "Duo Duo, why are you here?"

Dodo wronged and said: "The sisters said that Dodo is dying. But Dodo doesn't understand, what is death?"

Looking at the innocent child, Mrs. Nian felt her eyes turn red again.

Dodo climbed onto her lap: "Mrs. Nian, why did Dodo die?"

Mrs. Nian whispered: "Because...we want more children like Duo Duo...to survive."

Dodo thought for a long time, but she didn't quite understand, but she nodded sensiblely: "That must be a very good thing."

Mrs. Nian hugged her into her arms, holding back her tears.

"Don't cry, Dodo is not afraid of death."

"Sorry……"

"Duoduo lied. Doduo is still a little scared, not brave enough."

"Sorry……"

"Duoduo wants to hold hands, I'm not afraid to hold hands..."

"Okay, I'll take you by the hand and walk together."

……

For three days and three nights, the birds flew over the high mountains and all over the world, saw many joys and sorrows, and saw many stories...

Morning bells and evening drums, eight streets and nine streets, all kinds of people in the world.

He saw a lot of shameless beasts, saw a lot of blinded fools, and saw more people struggling in desperation and unwilling to give up their loved ones. They helped each other, helped each other, and lived together. Die, never leave.

He saw people who kept their promises, people with firm will, and people with compassion...

All living beings are trapped in darkness, seeking light hard.

Where are the real gods?

Yue Wuhuan silently watched the world.

Song Qingshi stood behind him, with all hope, prayed softly:

"Wuhuan, the world is not so miserable..."

So come back...