I, the villain, became their white moonlight

Chapter 142 142. Memory Reappears!Mu Xinyan burst into tears!The Queen of Yin is crazy!

Acacia sect, Paradise of Paradise.

Following the Xieji Sect and the Huanxi Sect, the top leaders of the two sects suddenly launched a crisis.

For a while,
Everyone turned their attention to the extremely furious Hehuan Sect Master.

"Ximenqian! Luo Wei! You two bastards, do you really think that with the backing of Empress Yin, you can play tricks on my Acacia Sect?"

Ji Taimei put her hands on her hips, and said coldly: "Don't say that the death of "Great Joyful Bodhisattva" and "Li Qianjue" has nothing to do with this Suzerain, it was done by me, Ji, so what?"

As soon as his arrogant words came out.

The audience was terrified!

The world naturally knows that this Sect Master Ji is young and promising, and has a close relationship with the Demon Emperor. He is a young Demon Lord who has been in the East for thousands of years, second only to the Godfather of Cangming!
but.

Even the master of the Gu Dao, who is capable of mastering the gods, would not dare to say such rebellious words in front of all the powerful demon masters in the Eastern Land?
This is undoubtedly declaring war with the Eight Demon Sects at the same time!
All of a sudden, the entire Paradise of Paradise was in an uproar, and the crowd began to surge restlessly!
"Ji Taimei! I have endured you for a long time!"

"If you don't give an explanation to the Xieji and Huanxi sects today, as the fellow of the Eastern Land, I will be the first one in the Yin Corpse Sect to tolerate you!"

A domineering and cold voice came.

The crowd followed the sound.

That is, on the VIP scaffolding on the fourth floor, a man with disheveled hair, an ugly appearance, and a half-rotten woman's corpse on his back fell from the sky and fell into the arena.

There was an exclamation at the scene:
"It's the sect master of the Yin Corpse Gate, Fan Mo!"

"That's right! It's one of the eight heads of the Eastern Demonic Dao, the "Corpse Demon Immortal"—Fan Mo! "

"Hey, that's strange! It is said that this Master Fan has a cruel temperament, obsessed with the way of refining corpses all day long, sleeps with dead corpses, and never interferes with external affairs, but he is similar in temperament to that master of the Cangming Sect. Why bother with this business?"

"It's not easy! From my point of view, Master Fan is ruthless on the surface, but in fact he hides a chivalrous heart. Seeing that the Xieji Sect and the Huanxi Sect were plotted against by the Hehuan Sect, he was not angry, so he came to uphold justice!"

As soon as these words came out, countless casual cultivators of the magic way agreed.

There was even more reverence and admiration in the gaze towards that Fan sect master.

Even in the VIP seats, while watching from the sidelines, some high-ranking officials of the Eight Great Demon Sects also nodded slightly, with expressions of admiration.

After all, among the devils, there are very few people with such a righteous heart!
At this moment, in the crowd, a handsome middle-aged man wearing a large crimson cloak and an iron mask covering half of his face sneered:

"A group of stupid low-class bugs! This is the devil! The devil's justice! Don't forget! What is the purpose of the devil's alliance meeting? It is to elect the leader!"

"According to my Dongtu's past practice, how is the leader of the Demonic Dao born?"

"What kind of prestige, reputation, qualifications, all fucking shit!"

"One word—"

"On the stage to compete, there is no limit to spells, everyone will show their supernatural powers, regardless of life or death!"

"The one who wins to the end and looks down on all the heroes in the field will be the leader of the demonic way that everyone expects, and who dare not refuse!"

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man tightened his cloak, and said with a cold and proud face:
"So, you fools, don't you understand?"

"Whether it's Ji Taimei, who admits she's guilty and wants to challenge the two sects with her own power, or Fan Mo, who seems to be upholding justice at this moment, the real purpose of the two of them is only one—"

"In front of today's Paradise of Paradise, in front of the demons of the Eastern Earth, defeat the masters of the Eight Great Demon Sects! Take down the position of leader of the Demonic Dao, and have a good time with the Demon Emperor, and rule the world together!"

At the end, the man seemed a little agitated, his tone was impassioned, and he even pulled out a bloody magic sword from his waist!
"Wow, this man makes a lot of sense!"

"Hey, according to this dear friend, the deaths of Great Joyful Bodhisattva and Li Qianjue may not have anything to do with Ji Taimei. He just took this opportunity to clean up these two sects!"

"That's right! That's the reason! That's the reason! Also! That Fan Mo can even refine his wife into a blood corpse. How can such a ruthless person uphold justice?"

All the casual cultivators around echoed and expressed their approval.

All of a sudden, the eyes of admiration were shifted to the middle-aged man who made the sound.

At this time, someone suddenly discovered something and asked:

"This man is so familiar. It doesn't seem like there are no casual cultivators on the top of the mountain. May I ask which branch of the Eight Great Demon Sects you are in?"

"Hmph, what are the Eight Great Demon Sects!"

The handsome man snorted coldly, and his voice became a little hoarse, like an old man: "This old man is here to rectify the whole mess of the Eastern Land Demon Dao!"

"what?"

"My dear friend, were you talking just now?"

Everyone's eyes widened, their faces were stunned, as if they had seen a ghost.

Indeed, the murderous, hoarse and vicissitudes of the old man's voice just now did not sound like the face of this half-faced scholar!
"Ahem, don't worry about it, it's the ventriloquism practiced by the deity just now."

The handsome middle-aged man patted the iron mask on the right side of his face heavily, then wrapped his cloak tightly again, and was about to leave the crowd.

At this moment, a strange voice came, which made him frown, and stopped again:
"Tsk tsk, Your Excellency, if you really have such a great ability, now that the four masters of Xieji, Huanxi, Hehuan, and Yinshi are confronting each other, why don't you take this opportunity to deal with them in the end and clean them up?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone around them also echoed and encouraged them.

"Huh? Are you questioning the deity?"

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked coldly at the bald man who spoke with half of his fair and handsome face.

"I ask this lord to calm down!"

Frightened by this look, the bald man quickly put on a smile, waved his hands and said, "It's not that we don't believe you! We really want to open our eyes!"

The middle-aged Qingjun shook his blood-colored cloak, and said with a stern expression:
"Open your eyes?"

"Hmph! You will have a chance!"

"Nowadays, in this eastern land, any stinky fish and rotten shrimp dare to be honored. Do you know the gold content of the old demon?"

As he spoke, he pulled out the bloody long sword at his waist again, pointing at everyone:

"First of all, this deity is not targeting you group of stinky fish and rotten shrimp."

"In my eyes, everyone in the Paradise of Paradise today, including the heads of the Eight Demon Sects—"

"Total rubbish!"

After finishing speaking, he returned his sword back to its sheath, shook his cloak, and was about to leave domineeringly.

But he was stopped by the crowd rushing forward!

"You are not allowed to go!"

"Damn it! This is the way of the devil! Your Excellency insulted us just now, don't you really think that you can leave the scene safe and sound?"

All the demon cultivators usually kill and kill as they please, and those with violent tempers pulled out their weapons and weapons one after another, and surrounded the man in the center.

However, the man just glanced at the crowd contemptuously, folded his hands on his chest, and didn't even intend to draw his sword.
"Out of the great love of the veteran demon, I advise you little bastards not to die."

"In addition, if you want to see the methods of the deity, you will have a chance later."

The man said every word, showing domineering.

He didn't move.

The terrifying coercion coming to the face forced everyone to retreat again and again!

"Dare to ask Your Excellency."

Amidst the silence, the bald demon cultivator at the head spoke again: "When do you plan to take action to suppress the Eight Great Demon Sects? I wait for you, and I can't wait to see the methods of this mysterious expert like you. "

"The deity just said it very clearly, right?"

The handsome man raised his sword eyebrows, and looked contemptuously: "The so-called heads of the eight great demon sects are not worth a lot in the eyes of this deity, and this deity is waiting for someone."

"As long as you kill him, I will be the Lord of the Eastern Land."

After hearing this, while everyone was shocked, they also became more curious, and said in unison: "Who? Who are you waiting for?"

"Bai-qing-ling."

Only half of the man's face was exposed, his eyes were blood red, and he squeezed out these three words viciously from between his teeth!

After all, walk away.

And this time.

There is no one around who dares to obstruct it.

At this moment, it doesn't matter what the identity of this mysterious middle-aged man is!
In fact, all the casual cultivators present were veterans who had been in the magic way for many years, and they all knew it in their hearts.

According to the strength ranking of the heads of the eight major demon sects today, the minor sect master of the Cangming sect should be at the bottom.

But if the Zongmen's high-level group combat power is used as the ranking!

Cangming Sect ranks among the top three!

The man who can take that ruthless and powerful young Demon Lord who owns a blood cook from mountains and seas as his only opponent!
Could it be an ordinary person?
"Hey, that's weird"

The headed bald demon cultivator murmured with doubts on his face.

"Hong Da's bald head! What did you find again?"

Everyone hurriedly asked.

The bald man surnamed Hong said: "Didn't you realize that the devil sword this guy just looked familiar?"

In the crowd, another man said:

"I found it! That sword, the blade is stained with devil's blood, full of hostility, and there is a barb on the edge of the sword, which seems to be"

"The master of the Asura Palace of the Cangming Sect, the sword of the Jade Face Demon Sword Immortal—"Tianyin Blood Demon Sword"! "

"That's right! It should be Hall Master Ren, he didn't run away!"

Someone else echoed: "I used to be a handyman disciple of the Cangming Sect. I ran away early because I was afraid of being caught by the Lord Bai and sent to the blood kitchen! Although that guy only showed half of his face just now, he gave me a feeling of déjà vu. Feeling! It turns out to be Hall Master Ren!"

"This is even more strange!"

Someone raised a question: "This Palace Master and Bai Palace Master are both the mainstays of the Cangming Sect. Why do they turn against each other and regard each other as old enemies?"

"Definitely not Hallmaster Ren!"

"If it is really the master of the palace, why would he abandon his beautiful lady, leave the VIP seat instead of sitting, and hide among our group of casual cultivators?"

As someone raised this question.

Everyone turned their gazes to the stunning beauty in the long dress of the fire phoenix on the seat of Cangmingzong on the first floor.

At this moment, she was gracefully curling up a pair of black silk legs, talking with Ye Hongyi, the patriarch next to her.

"Aunt, are we really doing nothing?"

Ye Hongyi looked at the calm and radiant beauty aunt aside: "She has been taking care of our Yin Empress, she is finished."

"The queen of Yin will not end."

Han Jinniang shook her head, "Just because she agreed to help Xiejizong and Huanxizong, it doesn't mean she will do it."

"Or"

"She never intended to make a move."

"what?"

Ye Hongyi was puzzled and said: "Then why did she fight that Ji Taimei? Don't let him move the venue of the conference and leave this palace?"

"Who else can it be for?"

Han Jinniang pursed her lips, "For your charming godfather."

"real or fake?"

Ye Hongyi's ice-blue pupils widened, and she was even more shocked: "But, if Empress Yin is really for the godfather, then why did the godfather let her hold Ji Taimei back?"

"Also. Where is the godfather now? Aunt, don't you know at all?"

When she said the last sentence, her cheeks flushed a little, and she lowered her head.

Yes.

She, Ye Hongyi, is not Xing'er's sister, that kind of little fool!
Even though she still didn't want to admit it.

But she really felt that there was an indistinct relationship between the godfather and her aunt!

Just because
Along the way, the performance of the two of them was too obvious!

"Are you asking me?"

While applying lip gloss, Han Jinniang glanced sideways at her niece and said with a half-smile, "Didn't you just say that your godfather loves you very much? Before he left, he went to see you and didn't tell you. Where is he going?"

"No."

Ye Hongyi shook his head, "It was already three o'clock that night, the godfather came to my room, gave some advice, and poured it on Hongyi. Bah, bah, after that, he left in a hurry!"

"On the second day, I disappeared with Xing'er."

Hearing this, Han Jinniang frowned, and her face darkened instantly, "What? That man brought his little disciple with him again?"

"Ah, auntie, let's not talk about this for now"

Seeing her aunt's displeasure when she heard the name "Xing'er", and suddenly recalling the crazy hangover foursome that night, Ye Hongyi quickly changed the topic and said:
"Auntie, I just saw a strange person who looks very similar to Uncle."

"Ok?"

Han Jinniang was taken aback, and the seriousness on her face deepened.

Just when she was about to ask something.

There were bursts of terrifying power fluctuations ahead!

Rumble!
The violent yin power spread out from the center of the palace's presiding platform, tearing all the erotic pictures on the stone walls around the hall into pieces!
In the entire Paradise of Paradise, five floors up and down, except for the masters of the Eight Demon Sects, who could barely hold their bodies, the rest of the people were all shaken by this force and turned their backs on their backs, foaming at the mouth!

Han Jinniang stretched out her jade hand, condensing the power of the fire phoenix in her palm, and protected her niece.

A cloud of smoke and chaos.

A panicked voice came:
"Run away!"

"Empress Yin, you're crazy!"

at the same time.

Sixiangji Palace, the top floor.

Let the two apprentices step aside.

Alone, Bai Feng entered the secret treasure room on the top floor.

Gazing, the dome hanging from the dome, the whole body is blue, like a magic sword made of crystal.

Do not know why.

At this moment, facing this magic sword, he felt as if he had received some kind of comfort. Deep in his soul, he felt an unprecedented sense of peace.

Just when he was about to get out of his body, completely immerse his soul into the sword spirit, and was about to read the past of the magic sword.

suddenly.

In the direction of the Paradise of Paradise in the north, a powerful fluctuation of true energy came, shocking him!
"The aftermath of such a terrifying power can only come from the handwriting of the peak powerhouse of Transcending Tribulation!"

"Could it be that the Yin Empress made a move?"

"My God, she won't kill Ji Taimei for me, will she?"

Bai Feng's heart was shocked.

It was at this time.

"Da da da."

Behind him, footsteps sounded.

Bai Feng felt a little bad in his heart.

because!

His "Imperial Containing Breath Technique" didn't notice the person's breath at all!

He secretly operated the Nine Yi Burning Heaven Art, and turned around calmly.

Just saw it.
"Lin Mo? No, no, it should be His Royal Highness the Third Princess."

Bai Feng looked at the beautiful girl with blurred eyes and stiff steps, walking towards him like a lost soul puppet.

Regardless of the dignity of the Demon Lord, he instinctively took a step back, and took out the "Nine-Aperture Molting Cicada" that he had never used before.

Not bad!

He was very keen to see.

The Lin Moer in front of her is no longer Lin Moer!
Or
There is a powerful and ancient female soul that has gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes, temporarily occupying her body!

"Bai Qingling, we meet again."

"This magic sword."

"You are not destroyed?"

A familiar yet unfamiliar, slightly astringent voice of Yu Jie came.

Bai Feng's heart tightened, and he looked intently.

A phantom of a woman in black suddenly appeared above Lin Mo'er's head!

That girl had picturesque eyebrows, a straight nose, and perfect facial features as if carved by a god. In terms of appearance alone
She is really the most perfect woman he has ever seen in his life!
Comparable to his appearance in this life!
now.

After searching through his memory, Bai Feng couldn't help but start to boldly infer and guess after not having the slightest impression of the woman in front of him.

After a second.

Before the soul of the woman occupying Lin Mo's body came to him, he thought of some ideas!
He frowned tightly, and whispered vigilantly:

"mu"

"Mu Xinlan?"

As soon as the words came out.

The phantom of the woman in black in front of her suddenly froze in the void!

The next moment, her beautiful yet majestic almond eyes were filled with illusory tears!

(End of this chapter)