Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 74 The Butterfly of Vengeance

Song Qingshi crazily devoted himself to the research of the black dead butterfly, and he was busy until midnight every day before returning to the bedroom, and only slept for an hour or two.Yue Wuhuan was worried about the pain of his Nascent Soul, put aside other things temporarily, and concentrated on completing the content he entrusted, constantly making poison puppets and various poisons, and preparing various arrangements after retreat.

The two have been crazy and busy for several days.

Yue Wuhuan finally received the Lingyin Biyueyi that had been urgently remodeled by Tiangong Pavilion, and sent it to Song Qingshi.

This high-level cassock cost 180 million high-grade spiritual stones, made of golden silk mixed with moon spider thread, it is fire and water resistant, invulnerable, has the function of invisibility, and has added many magic weapons and defensive circles.The cassock itself is also very beautiful, with gold threads floating faintly in the ice-colored silk gauze, and it has no other disadvantages except being expensive.

Song Qingshi immediately changed into the cassock, familiarized with various functions, and was extremely satisfied.

He also put the poisonous puppet and black dead butterfly made by Yue Wuhuan into the mustard bag. After hesitating for a long time, he asked, "What's going on with Xilin?"

During this period of time, in order to avoid stimulating Yue Wuhuan's emotions, he deliberately did not ask about the outside world.But there are some things that everyone knows well and need to face.Yue Wuhuan injured An Long and revealed the true face of the half-demon, so he had to be wary of the reaction of the group of lunatics from the Wan Gu sect.

Yue Wuhuan said: "Anlong's half-demon identity was exposed, and he has not returned to Xilin for a long time. The Wangu Sect dismissed him as the head of the sect, and fell into chaos. The elders divided into several factions and fought each other."

When An Long left, he couldn't control the demonic blood in his body, and his true colors were revealed.

The world of cultivating immortals was outraged by this and issued a hunting order, but no one found his whereabouts.

Yue Wuhuan was not at ease, and without telling Song Qingshi, he anonymously issued a reward of one million in Yeyu Pavilion and various killer organizations, looking for experts from all sides to take his life.

An Long has changed from a high-ranking ancestor of the Yuanying to a dog in the water that everyone shouts and beats. He cannot mobilize Xilin's power and resources, and greatly reduces the threat to Yaowanggu. The organs, together with the quiet fire in the Song and Qing dynasties, can prevent intrusion, and even worse, there is a safe way to escape.

Yue Wuhuan thought for a while, and then said: "Xilin is too chaotic, the latest information is cut off."

Song Qingshi immediately asked: "When did it break?"

Yue Wuhuan said: "Eight days ago."

Song Qingshi paused when he heard the words, and smiled nonchalantly: "You pay attention to the information, I will continue to the research room."

Yue Wuhuan looked at his back, feeling uneasy.

……

Thunder appeared in the sky, roaring angrily, and the heavy rain was about to pour down.

Song Qingshi made the last petri dish, walked to the window, looked at the gloomy sky, stretched out his palm, and a little bit of golden light emerged. Although the amount of golden light of merit and virtue brought by these picture scrolls was very small, it was different from him. His soul fits together like a part of his body, which not only allows him to see the phoenix, but also secretly allows him to see part of the secret of heaven.

Scientists need reason and need evidence.

He thought about it for many days, and some things are still questioned, such as the true identity of the first teacher, the mysterious mission of the system, the meaning behind the secret, and the ending...

What is certain is that Yue Wuhuan is the phoenix in the dream, and the coincidences that happened to him are not real coincidences.Tiandao hates him for some reason, but he can’t give death directly, so he modifies the difficulty of crossing the catastrophe, keeps playing with his fate, destroys happiness, and makes him like the phoenix kite, with stained feathers, unable to spread his wings, and falling step by step in despair , become a lunatic, and then walk on the road of destruction by himself.

Time is running out, and an unknown crisis is approaching every day.

He can't say it, otherwise he will be noticed by Heavenly Dao, and he will be forcibly obliterated, and then modify the trajectory of fate, so that the tragedy will come in advance.

The research of the black death butterfly, the reminder of the blood king vine, he quietly sowed one small seed after another...

He has to give everything in exchange for hope for the future.

Xilin's information was cut off, and he immediately realized that the butcher's knife of fate was about to come.

……

There are rotting corpses and blood stains everywhere in the Ten Thousand Gu Sect, and the Gu insects and poisons have long lost control and are wandering around.

The ugly half-demon crawled across the pile of corpses, covered in black scales, the barbs on its back were stained with blood, and its long scorpion tail frantically tore the fragments of corpses on the ground. There was no sense, no emotion, only killing Can relieve the longing and pain in the heart.He gasped, hissed, and struggled frantically. After everything was destroyed, the blood in one of his eyes gradually faded. He regained some human reason, realized what terrible things he had done, and wanted to resist , but the voice in his mind was still emerging, dragging him to a deeper killing vortex.

"His heart of ruthlessness has been destroyed."

"He's getting married."

"The hearts you can't get, the people you can't get, all belong to others."

"Status, dignity, feelings... you have nothing left."

"Destroy, destroy everything that makes you miserable."

"..."

"Shut up, the ruthless way will not be destroyed," An Long frantically scratched his head, trying to get out the voice inside, "You are not my hallucination, these things you said... I don't even know! I don't want to know!" This nightmarish voice was like a gangrene, describing to him in detail what happened in the Valley of the Medicine King every day, talking about the love he didn't want to hear, provoking bloodthirsty desires, and everything made him feel ashamed. He was in pain, uncomfortable, his mind was getting more and more confused, and he was getting more and more crazy.

The feelings of killing and destruction became more and more intense, and finally exceeded the tolerance of the lock, destroying it.

After the Gu worm died, it backfired on itself.

All the emotions that had been absorbed by the lock rushed back, tearing open the only loophole in his heart, expanding it, and constantly stimulating the blood in his body, making him lose control and become not his own.Everyone looked at his body with fear and disgust, and called him a "monster". Such a name made him more angry and crazy, and then he was dominated by the devil's blood and lost his human consciousness.When he woke up, his hands were stained with blood, and there was no living person in front of him.

"I'm not a monster."

His body became more and more terrifying, his calm reason was losing, and his waking time became shorter and shorter.That strange voice claiming to be destiny is still depriving him of his human emotions, trying to reduce him to a monster, fall into the dark world, and become a controlled pawn.

He has nowhere to go...

"You don't need pity, you don't need feelings, you are born to be a weapon for killing, and the battlefield and blood are your favorite."

"You know the only way out of pain."

"Go, kill them, and destroy the root of the demon."

"Go, this is your destiny."

……

It was late at night, and Yue Wuhuan was making poisonous puppets in his exclusive research room. He wanted to try to improve and install more killing mechanisms on them, so that the poisonous puppets could become the most terrifying puppet magic weapon in the world of cultivating immortals. It has become a terrifying forbidden place that no one dares to set foot on.The more he pondered, the more interesting he became, and the inspiration continued...

Suddenly, the door of the laboratory opened.

Song Qingshi rushed in excitedly: "Wuhuan, I succeeded!"

Yue Wu laughed and asked, "Is it a black dead butterfly?"

Song Qingshi handed him the crystal petri dish in his hand, and there lay a red chrysalis quietly inside, like a small flame, with a slight burning sensation.

The black dead butterfly in the past should be a black chrysalis.

Yue Wuhuan took the little flame in the crystal box and sighed: "It has transformed so beautifully."

"After being released, it will turn into a flame-like red butterfly, or spread paralyzing and deadly scale powder indiscriminately, or attack the marked creature. If it is directly attacked, all the toxins will be injected into the blood, instantly controlling the nerves, spreading to the For the whole body, I am sure that the toxin is eight times more effective than the original one. Using the data to infer, it should be effective for most of the distracted monks, but unfortunately there is a lack of experimental products." Song Qing said with a regretful smile, "There is no way to catch a distracted monk and come back to test the drug's properties. .”

Yue Wu smiled and said: "There will always be experimental products. I feel that it can no longer be called Black Death Butterfly. It is better to change its name to distinguish it from the original one."

"The name is Nirvana," Song Qingshi looked at him and said quickly, "It is a butterfly born in the fire and pain, you can use it to kill those things that hurt you, no matter what it is..."

"Nirvana?" Yue Wuhuan recalled the word over and over again, and always liked it. He hoped to burn those despicable and shameless beasts to death with this butterfly of revenge, "only when they are all destroyed can they be reborn."

Recently, he tried to speak out what was in his heart, judging those to be pathological.Fortunately, Song Qingshi recognized or tolerated most of his ideas, including his strong desire to control his feelings, and the madness and desire in bed, which were also considered normal hobbies, not abnormal.

This made the boulder on his heart a lot lighter.

"Not everyone in this world deserves to die," Song Qingshi suggested to revise his idea of ​​killing people. "I hope you draw a line in your heart. You can set the standard yourself, but don't change it at will after you set it."

Yue Wuhuan doesn't quite understand.

Song Qingshi asked: "Did Qing Luan deserve to die? Ming Hong deserve to die? Nian Nian deserve to die? Immortal Yan Yuan deserve to die? The girl surnamed Lan who read the script should die? Immortal Ye Lin knows the album, should he die?"

Yue Wuhuan was very entangled. He felt that many people wanted to die. He didn't know whether they should kill them, but Qing Shi didn't seem to like it, or couldn't they kill them?

Song Qingshi asked: "Yaowanggu researches various pills and medical techniques. If you kill all the people, where will these researches be used?"

"Qingshi is getting more and more good at joking," Yue Wuhuan couldn't help laughing, "I just thought about it, how can I kill all the people in the world?"

Song Qingshi was very persistent: "Promise me, even if it is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, you will leave some tolerance, so that the less damnable people can survive and change the world..."

He didn't know why he didn't finish the rest of the sentence.

Yue Wuhuan replied casually: "Okay, it's all up to you."

Song Qingshi seems to be very happy and has done many more happy things with him.

Now, Yue Wuhuan looked at the Nirvana Red Butterfly in his hand, and realized that Song Qingshi was serious. He agreed with his killing heart, wanted to kill those bad guys, and destroy all sins, and his heart was a little sweet.

It's a pity that these things can't be rushed, first wait for the Yuanying in the Song and Qing Dynasties to finish repairing, break through the confinement of the meridians, form a golden core, and then plan slowly, find opportunities to get rid of those disgusting guys.

Song Qingshi smiled and said: "This is the first Nirvana butterfly I made, I hope it can protect you... from all dangers."

Yue Wuhuan asked, "What about yourself?"

Song Qingshi patted the beautiful cassock on his body: "I have this."

Suddenly, the voice-transmitting bird flew over and brought a letter from Lord Ye Lin. Song Qingshi opened the letter, glanced at it, his expression gradually became serious, and he handed the letter to Yue Wuhuan: "The epiphyllum in Huangquan is about to bloom, I need this medicinal material. "

Yaowanggu has been buying various medicinal materials for a long time, and has a good reputation. Yeyu Pavilion sells it directly to him if it has similar information.

Huangquan epiphyllum is a flower that blooms once every 50 years. It only blooms in the dark secret realm. It will wither two hours after blooming. It must be collected and refined on the spot to make medicinal materials.However, there is an enchantment in the Nether Secret Realm, and monks with a golden core or above are required to enter. There are not many alchemists with such a cultivation level, so the risk of collecting this flower is not great.

Yue Wuhuan remembered that the elixir refined by Huangquan Epiphyllum was very helpful to the injury of the Yuanying in Song Qingshi, and he should support the medicine collection, but he could not enter the secret realm of the netherworld... Thinking that Song Qingshi would leave him, he was anxious all over his body, always worried about losing his life. This hard-won happiness.

Song Qingshi said calmly: "Wuhuan, I will be back."

His voice is firm and brings endless comfort.

Yue Wuhuan asked softly: "I want to lock you up, am I... sick?"

Song Qingshi did not answer.

Yue Wuhuan understood, closed his eyes, controlled his breathing and emotions: "You go."

"Believe me," Song Qingshi stood on tiptoe, kissed his lips, and promised earnestly, "No matter what happens, I will come back. You have to wait for me, and wait for me to come back to form a couple with you."

Yue Wuhuan nodded lightly: "Okay."

Song Qingshi warned: "Wu Huan, after I leave, you must continue to study, no matter how difficult it is, you must find the correct answer."

Yue Wuhuan felt as if he wanted to emphasize something: "The correct answer?"

Song Qingshi smiled and played with his Blood King Vine.

The Nascent Soul in the dantian was well controlled by the drugs, leaving some strength left.

He wants to hurry up and arrange the final fate.

……

The Nether Secret Realm is full of darkness, only the dots of fireflies in the forest bring light slightly.

An Long raised his head, looked at the boy in white on the tree, tried hard to resist the crazily killing sound in his mind, and asked painfully, "Why did you come?"

These days, he kept wandering in sobriety and out of control, and finally he was controlled by demon nature, grabbed Xianjun Ye Lin's wife and daughter, forced Xianjun Ye Lin to write the letter, and tricked Song Qingshi to come out.

After he woke up, he realized that Ye Lin Xianjun had left a loophole in the letter. The last time Huangquan Epiphyllum bloomed was 48 years ago. It is impossible for Song Qingshi to remember this kind of thing wrongly, and he must be able to guess the trap inside.

An Long forcibly ignored the flaw.

The voice in his head kept screaming, trying to regain control of his body, so that the tragedy that happened once would happen again.

He didn't know how much longer he could last.

"You idiot, do you still want to die?!" The scales on An Long's body are constantly appearing and disappearing, and the sharp claws on his fingertips are constantly extending and retracting. He wants to kill the source of the pain in front of him. Unable to help himself, he scolded, "Get lost! Don't appear in front of me!"

Song Qingshi looked at him quietly, without any expression on his face:

"We're not friends anymore, so there's no need to show mercy."

"This time, I'm here to kill you."