But Shixiong Doesn’t Want To Be A Villain!

Nanmengxi. The prosperity is falling, the green leaves are withered, the original crystal clear stream exudes a deep red to stagnant blood, completely missing the picturesque scenery of yesterday.

Thousands of cultivators formed a formation, and the real and the illusions formed a piece that could not be seen. Originally, the two sides of the fairy and the devil were bounded by the stream, but at this moment, the three hundred miles along the coast are fighting, and there is no obvious difference.

Among the demon clan, Bai Junming bears the brunt of the two demon generals, and although Ling Qingzi is not present in the fairy clan, Shen Tongshan and Wu Yueshuang are dead, but the strength of the remaining five immortal sects is not to be underestimated, and the disciples of their respective schools are also outstanding. The reason is that this side will immediately show its advantage as soon as the reinforcements come.

The immortals are united, the faint sound of runes and the immortals surrounding it intersect, the devilish energy is suppressed, and it gradually appears weak. Soon, the fairy clan took the upper hand and surrounded the demon clan army with a large array of exterminating demons.

"Bai Junming! I advise you to surrender as soon as possible, or you can keep your whole body!" Yixianzun shouted.

Bai Junming sneered, and forced the blood to be surging. Although the start of the battle was sudden, it was not rushed and unprepared. I wanted to hit the immortal world by surprise. If I was lucky, I could kill the two immortal gates by taking advantage of the first. His reaction speed was beyond his expectation.

But even so, he didn't care at all.

After stabilizing for a while, Bai Junming was about to confront those people again. Suddenly, a huge silver dragon descended from the clouds and turned into a human form.

Xunhuang held the ice halberd in his hand, and also joined the demon army.

The situation changed in an instant, and the five immortal statues were divided into two groups, and the famine-seeking power was strong, and the two immortal statues he was staring at gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Just as Xunhuang's hand was rising and falling, and was about to cut off one of the heads, suddenly another person was added to the battle. Two strokes knocked the ice halberd away and saved the life of the immortal.

"Yun Zhan?"

When Xunhuang saw the incoming person, his eyes showed madness, as if finally waiting for his opponent.

"My God thought you didn't dare to come!"

Yun Zhan made a sacrifice to the blue sky, and fought against the wasteland without a word.

He shot quickly and was uncertain in appearance, but he was very accurate in finding waste. The two were close and far away, and the cold light of the weapon and the golden light of spiritual power matched each other, making people dazzled in the dark and dark.

When the halberd struck, and when Yun Zhan's horizontal sword blocked it, Xunhuang squinted at his opponent's calm and fearless eyes, and said, "If you don't know that the person will not be reincarnated if he dies, he will almost think that you are him. Up."

Yun Zhan didn't ask who "he" was, his defense was as strong as a mountain, and he steadily took on the famine hunting move, and attacked again with his backhand. The two quickly broke apart, but they fought more fiercely in an instant.

Xunhuang and Yunzhan were fighting fiercely, and even caring about the Devil Realm, Bai Junming was soon surrounded by five immortals at the same time.

But when he had just a chance to breathe, he re-arranged the dark formation, letting He Sang assist in the control of the formation, contending with the immortal demon exterminating formation, so that the demon soldiers could rebuild their morale and stand out from the encirclement.

It's just that the two demon generals are not strong enough to match the immortal Venerable. Bai Junming himself is unsustainable. Just as several immortal Venerables attacked him, he was shocked and quickly searched for the formation around him. Eyes, intending to find a chance to come back to life at this time.

The air seemed to be stagnant in the silence.

Suddenly, there was a sound of clanging strings coming from a distance, like a bell ringing and drumming, gloomy and deep. It was like a turnaround, resounding in this battlefield without warning.

The immortal clan's large array suddenly flickered, as if lightly picking at the fingertips was just like seeing the sun, and the eyes of the array had already opened.

With such familiar moves, Bai Junming immediately knew who made the move. The corner of his lips twitched and he took a sword from the opposite Immortal Venerable. Although blood was flowing in his palm, he recovered the mana and wrist suppressed by the Great Demon Slayer. One turn, the sword was twisted off.

The man in purple hanging in the air, with one hand strewn with five fingers, his movements slowly and relaxedly, as if he was plucking a huge, indistinguishable guqin at will. The seven strings of purple light and tight, followed by his fingers. Buzzing, continuous shaking in people's minds.

For a moment, Yun Jian waved strangely, and even his mind seemed to be deterred.

It wasn't until Bai Junming hit with a whip in his backhand that the five immortals suddenly realized that they had just been hit by contemplation!

As early as when they came, they specially placed a ban in advance to prevent Bai Junming's contemplation. They didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin was even more terrifying than Bai Junming.

And they quickly recognized people, "Bai Fanlu! You are really a demon!"

"It's no wonder that Ling Qingzi is not here today, he really fought with the monster!"

Bai Fanlu was displeased when he heard slander Ling Qingzi, and he was too lazy to argue with them. The seven strings made by Cang Jin moved in unison, and the music of the mighty soup sounded again. Suddenly there was a piece of black pressed in the world, like ten thousand. Horse galloping surging towards here.

When I look closely, they are countless soldiers of the Demon Race. The unknown reality and reality are all with fierce murderous aura. They instantly plunged into the fairy clan formation below, and the formation was rushed into an uproar. The Demon Race seemed to have several times more troops in an instant. The situation reversed again.

"It's the Yin Yao Soul Forbidden Technique!" Someone in the Immortal Venerable knew it, "Bai Chuyu used this technique that day..."

The immortals looked at each other, never expected this to happen.

The members of the immortal clan who knew the situation of the Great War five hundred years ago suddenly felt cowardly in their hearts.

There were ulterior inside stories in the battle that year. With Bai Chuyu’s strength, he shouldn’t fall in front of the battle so easily, causing the Demon Race to lose so miserably. So today I see the reappearance of the Demon Lord’s forbidden technique. This battle is difficult.

But there are still people who refuse to admit defeat, "I'm afraid he will do anything! Can he beat the five of us by himself?"

Bai Fanlu smiled indifferently, "Why don't you try it or not?"

His light words, like a thousand waves of a stone, echoed between the heavens and the earth with the sound of the blue pansies, as if to pick the vast universe into his palm, and converge into a huge purple light that can be like a galaxy.

Only this momentum is unusual, making people's legs weak.

But the arrow had to be sent on the string, and the five immortals looked at each other, and they all used twelve points of strength to deal with Bai Fanlu together.

Bai Junming had just received a sword, and at this time he still broke into the encirclement, fighting side by side with Bai Fanlu.

On the other side, Yun Zhan actually saw him from the moment when he appeared on Bai Fan Road. Although he was unable to get out because of the wasteland search, he still paid close attention to the movement on Bai Fan Road.

Although he is now awakened by the devil blood and has strong strength, Yun Zhanguan's five immortal venerables have already begun to resort to yin loss tricks when they lose head-on.

After all, there are five of them. As long as three of them hold Bai Fanlu, the other two can take advantage of his unprepared defense.

Sure enough, Bai Junming was stabbed by Yixianzun, and Bai Fanlu repelled that person. The other three attacked him in three places, and the last one directly killed him from the back.

Bai Junming was the first to notice that, pushing away the sword qi, the immortal Venerable quickly made up another sword. Bai Fanlu reacted, but he was still stabbed in the ankle when he turned sideways.

Looking at the posture, the schemer was actually going to pick his muscles. This hatred of the start can be seen from the residual energy that was removed.

Bai Fanlu's heart was cold, and he didn't hesitate to have frequent offensives in his hands. At this moment, the remaining thoughts of wanting to stop the war became dreamy.

Between immortals and demons, they are destined to never die! Sure enough, he was still too naive!

Since he is a demon, he can only do this!

The Yin Yao Soul forbidden technique went to the extreme, and the immortal clan's large array was suppressed to a loud hum, tens of thousands of flying swords condensed with the devil energy, and shot out like a violent thunder, dense like rain.

Only after an order was issued, the people in this formation had the ability to reach the sky and couldn't escape the sword through the heart.

But Bai Fanlu finally looked at the cultivators who fought fiercely with the demon clan. Suddenly his wrists withdrew, the flying sword formed by the devilish energy shifted, and all the impenetrable wind attacked towards the five immortals.

In a short time, stand up against each other!

Bai Fanlu was taking two steps forward, and suddenly there was another person in the sky.

Ling Qingzi broke through the clouds and grabbed Bai Fanlu's arm.

"Master?"

"Come with me."

The five immortals have fallen to the ground one after another, and even the one who insists on holding on to the end will inevitably end with a fate.

On the Mozu side, although Bai Junming was also injured, it was clear that the Mozu won the battle below, and there was no suspense at all.

There Yunzhan and Xunhuang...

Bai Fanlu raised his eyes, and it happened that Yun Zhan was also looking here, and the two of them met each other, and Yun Zhan eagerly kicked the ice halberd that was looking for a wasteland and blocking the road, and wanted to come over here.

Ling Qingzi also discovered Yun Zhan's intentions, grabbing Bai Fanlu's hand and moving slightly, Bai Fanlu felt it, no longer look back, and disappeared with Ling Qingzi...

Sanmu is in the middle, still the kind of faintly familiar fragrance.

But all the way through, the Tianshu Gate was deserted and the whole mountain was empty. The juniors and sisters who wanted to come also joined the battle of the fairy and demon.

Bai Fanlu was fortunate that he had finally held back it just now, and he didn't really hit a killer move.

But in any case, he is stance on one side and love on the other. He cannot avoid casualties. He has to end the war as soon as possible with as few human sacrifices as possible. There is only so much that can be done.

Ling Qingzi and him were sitting on the floor in front of the book table. The sapphire censer was still on the table, and a gloomy light in the furnace swayed gently without any wind.

There is no time to watch Baifan Road, but I feel heavy.

Ling Qingzi took the lead and said, "Mo Er fought a beautiful battle today."

Bai Fanlu shook his head, "Master, I have a guilty conscience."

"What's the shame?"

"I..." Bai Fanlu laughed at himself, "I think I'm really hypocritical. While thinking about being a competent young master of the Demon Race, while being soft on the enemy on the battlefield, I resent my uncle for treating me as a knife. , While willing to be driven by him."

"And as I am now, I have truly become the so-called Demon Lord, inheriting my mother's mantle..." He said, his chest rising and falling, and his emotions gradually fluctuating, "but I actually don't have the consciousness of wanting to rule the demon world, I... …"

Bai Fanlu bowed his head, a strand of hair drooping from behind his ears and flicking with his breath, "Master...This is just the beginning, but I really don't know what to do..."

Ling Qingzi stared at him and said softly for a long while, "Remember what I taught you before? If there are too many things to worry about, just focus on one thing first."

Bai Fanlu murmured, "Focus on one piece..."

"Yes," Ling Qingzi nodded, "Actually, I don't have these emotions? But I only remember the one thing I promised you, and I will never be an enemy of you. If I did it today, I think it will be enough."

Bai Fanlu was startled slightly, and then raised his head to look at Ling Qingzi. There was a plume of autumn water in the other's plain eyes, quietly reflecting something, like the cold mountains on the riverbank and the candlelight of Dandan, and suddenly he felt extremely relieved.

Rao is a broken memory, the gentle eyes that have been with him since he was swaddled up to this day are probably the only safe haven in the chaotic world.

"Mo Er, if you feel tired, just stay." Ling Qingzi said, his hand lightly resting on Bai Fanlu's shoulder.

"Regardless of the devil world, don't care about the immortal world, you and I don't care, things in this world will calm down one day..."

The palm of his shoulder was at the right position and temperature, and it was not abrupt. Bai Fanlu was bewitched by the look in his eyes, almost involuntarily responding to that suit "good", but he only hesitated and said firmly, "Thank you, Master. , But I must go back."

In any case, having reached this point, it is impossible to look back, and staying here will only cause trouble to the Tianshu Sect.

Although Bai Fanlu was entangled in contradictions, he still had a clear picture of his current position.

He stood up and bowed to Ling Qingzi, "Master, the disciple is leaving now, please take care of Master."

But when he hung his head and didn't listen to Ling Qingzi's reply, Bai Fanlu felt puzzled. When he raised his head, he suddenly felt dizzy.

Ling Qingzi caught him, looked at the apprentice who was frowning even if he fainted, and slowly pulled out a helpless and bitter smile.

"Even so, do you want to go back?"

"Then only use this method to keep you..."

In the battle of Nanmengxi, the Demon tribe defeated the Immortal tribe. He Sang originally wanted to lead the army to pursue the victory, but because Bai Junming was not lightly injured and Yun Zhan repelled Xunxuan, with him in front of him, the Demon Race couldn't get any more benefits next, so he had to temporarily retreat to the Demon Capital.

Yun Zhan rushed to Tianshu Gate as quickly as possible, but did not find Bai Fanlu and Ling Qingzi in the middle of Sanmu, but he keenly discovered that the sapphire incense burner at the desk of Ling Qingzi was gone.

He had previous memories, Ling Qingzi's to Lu Lingjue... and the changes in Bai Fanlu's appearance, these subtle signs made him extremely uneasy.

Yun Zhan immediately thought of the cave where Ling Jue had woke up from the robbery before the summit. He didn't know the entrance, and it took a lot of effort to unlock the seal.

But when he went down, he found that there was no one in it, even the red flowers in the cave and Lu Lingjue's body were gone.

Did they go elsewhere?

Yun Zhan’s repeated searches were fruitless, so he had to go down to Ling Juefeng first. At this time, the Tianshumen disciples also returned from Nanmengxi one after another. The five immortals damaged three people and seriously injured two people. There is still a lot of things waiting for him in the fairy world. Aftermath.

He had to temporarily give up looking for Bai Fan Road, first arrange the affairs of the door, and then consider where to find people.

Across the curtain, Ling Qingzi watched Yun Zhan hurriedly find and leave with disappointment. There is no cave under this floating jade bed, but it's a pity that no one knows except him.

Ling Qingzi turned his head and looked at Bai Fanlu lying on his side.

He held his chest in half with his hands, and a bright red Purdue flower at his fingertips. If it weren't for the purple dress that was obviously woven by magic lings, Ling Qingzi almost had hallucinations, thinking it was the real Lu Lingjue.

Yes, Bai Fanlu’s face has been completely changed and has become his father’s look. If it was only similar before, now he is completely the same person, the once the first beauty in the Three Realms, even if he is asleep It's so amazing.

But in Ling Qingzi's eyes, this is his junior, Lu Lingjue, no matter what he looks like, it's him.

For three hundred years, the Purdue flower he planted in Bai Fanlu finally grew. To this day, he absorbed the twin blood flower Gu on Lu Lingjue's body and successfully "transformed" Bai Fanlu into his father.

Now, only the last step is left.

Ling Qingzi raised his hand, and the sapphire incense burner slowly emerged in his palm.

He stared at the jumping light spot inside, his eyes were gentle and obsessed like never before, and he whispered, "Xiaolu, come back."

The author has something to say: Bai Xiaolu: Let me slap it.

Yun Gouzhan: I only care about the fact that a senior fellow like me is gone again.

Author: I was sued by an investor for instigating divorce, and then I was arrested by the uncle of the police, so it will take a while for your brother to come back. ╯^╰