After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

Go, climb, find...

Until the end, Hang Yanling, who was covered in bruises, finally broke through the barriers of layers of tree trunks, and climbed onto an open space with his palms.

The top of Chilling Mountain...

Struggling completely out of the trees and vines, Hang Yanling stood in the open space, panting heavily.

Everything in front of me is so familiar.

Mills, huts, warehouses, and ancient farms are no different from an ordinary farmhouse.

This is my own home.

It is also his final burial place.

"call……"

Hang Yanling raised his breath, held his breath, and moved forward.

With a creak, the door of the thatched cottage was pushed open.

In the dark room, there are still unfinished chess pieces on the stone table.

In the last days of my life, the only pleasure of the self who has lost his sensibility is to solve the mess.

At that time, I didn't know the meaning of doing so, but if I didn't find something to do, something that could be called a "hobby", the existence of "Fu Tianqing" would completely collapse.

In the corner beside the stone table, sat a man in gray clothes.

His appearance is much older than imagined. He is probably in his early 40s. There are some faint wrinkles on his face, but the outline of his youth can still be seen in general.

His eyes were closed, his palms were spread out, and his back was leaning against the wall.

Holding a dead bone in his arms.

The skeleton was in the arms of the man, and one arm was hanging on the man's neck—this is the owner of the withered bones trying to confirm when he was dying, to confirm his figure, his betrayal, and whether his own death could awaken this spirit. A man who had already lost his sensibility and turned into a monster.

Yes……

This skeleton belonged to Hazoshin.

To poison Fu Tianqing's traitor.

"call……"

Seeing this picture from the perspective of a third party, Hang Yanling clutched his chest.

The sting was stronger than imagined.

She never thought that one day she would re-examine her own death from this perspective.

The irony is that Yu'er, who drank poisonous wine just as an adult, has turned into such a withered bone, while Fu Tianqing, who should have been damned long ago, still maintains his appearance when he was alive.

The body didn't rot, it just seemed to be sleeping there.

puff.

puff.

puff.

The heart is beating.

Is this an illusion?What about those trees?Why am I here?How should I go back?

These questions were pushed to the back of our minds.

The dark golden eyes are twisting.

Hang Yanling drew out the weapon from the storage ring.

The mood at this time comes from the sensibility that I have long since abandoned.

Anger, killing intent.

She never denied that she was a self-destructive person.

Just as she hated Fu Qingzhong, she also hated herself.

Seeing Fu Tianqing like this, there was only one thought in his mind.

Yin Ling Qi is burning.

The pink blade bloomed a dark purple color under the permeation of Yin Lingqi.

"Why, you still have the nerve to let me see it again?"

Swinging the knife, he slashed at his former self.

However, the knife did not successfully cut Fu Tianqing in half.

The ground next to Fu Tianqing's body suddenly broke through and sprouted many vines, blocking this attack.

The yin aura corroded them completely, and after a long absence, Hang Yanling wanted to kill this corpse——

However, "Fu Tianqing" opened his eyes.

The dark golden eyes moved slowly and locked on Hang Yanling's body.

The monster that should have been poisoned by his apprentice looked at the face of "Hang Yanling", startled for a moment, and then smiled.

"You're not dead yet?"

"Yeah, I want to tell you that too."

Why is the "self" that should have died able to move? Hang Yanling doesn't want to think about the answer to this question.

She doesn't care about rationality.

The dark golden light transformed into You Zi in some way in Hang Yanling, and she became like the villain in the previous life, and attacked Fu Tianqing with a knife.

"Ping!"

Fu Tianqing drew out her weapon to block the attack. Because of his actions, the dead bones in her arms fell to the ground. After countless years, the dead bones turned into dust as soon as they fell to the ground, which aroused Hang Yanling even more. Anger in my heart.

"You don't even care about Yu'er!"

"Feather?"

The "Fu Tianqing" who woke up looked down at the dust on the ground dully, and shook his head: "You killed Yu'er, didn't you? Sure enough, you won't let me go. Hang Yanling, go to hell."

Easily attributed the cause of the disciple's death to Hang Yanling, Fu Tianqing hacked at him without hesitation.

At this point in time, Fu Tianqing's strength had already far surpassed that of Jindanqi, but Hang Yanling, who was furious, still fought him.

Ping-pong's swords and sparks intertwined, just like the battle of annulling the marriage in Lianhua Palace, the two used the same sword technique and the same number of ways.

But the difference is that Hang Yanling's knife is faster.

laugh!

The blade cut off Fu Tianqing's arm holding the knife, and a lot of blood spattered, staining Hang Yanling's body red.

But "Fu Tianqing" continued to attack as if he didn't notice the pain.

In one fight after another, Fu Tianqing's body was constantly being cut, fingers, thighs, and neck.

Fu Tianqing's fatal injuries that would have killed him as a normal person seemed to have no effect on him. Every muscle and every inch of skin he could move was trying to fight back against Hang Yanling.

Until the end, the evil knife full of yin aura pierced through the center of the eyebrows, smashing Fu Tianqing's head into blood all over the place.

puff.

Blood splattered.

Hang Yanling held a knife, smiled ferociously, and tears kept dripping down.

She enjoys the feeling of raging emotions in her heart, and she knows that she is a real living person at this time...

However, the vines that spread just now absorbed the blood on the ground, and after absorbing Fu Tianqing's blood, Hang Yanling's neck suddenly felt cold.

She instinctively shrank down to avoid the slash behind her and turned around.

Behind her, stood another "Fu Tianqing"

It's exactly the same as the one I killed myself just now.

Dark golden pupils, indifferent expression.

"Hang Yanling, go to hell."

"Damn you!"

Swinging the knife upwards, Yin Lingqi roared out.

The man in front of him was torn off by the ferocious yin aura, his muscles, his meridians, and the violent wave of dead energy stripped this "Fu Tianqing" into a skeleton inch by inch.

The skeleton frame fell to the ground, and the blood energy was evaporated by the Yin spirit energy.

Outside the door, "Fu Tianqing" walked in again.

Same expression, same demeanor.

The tree trunk was withdrawn from his body, and the new Fu Tianqing continued to attack.

After beheading an unknown number of times and venting the hatred and disgust in his heart to his heart's content, Hang Yanling's Yin Lingqi reserve has gradually exhausted.

Impulse made her forget to calculate carefully, and hatred made her squander only on pleasure.

Fu Tianqing was resurrected by those tree trunks again and again.

"Huh... Damn, it would be great if this was really an illusion."

Hang Yanling gritted her teeth, wielded a knife, and once killed a Fu Tianqing, she plopped to her knees on the ground.

Calmness returned to her brain, and after her fury had been fully vented, she began to think about the status quo again.

The Fu Tianqing in front of me who has been reborn again and again is undoubtedly a "fake".

It does not possess "true energy", nor does it have cultivation base.

Just a solid body.

The person I tortured and killed over and over again was nothing more than a "mortal".

At the same time, this Fu Tianqing couldn't communicate, he was simply carrying out the action of "killing Hang Yanling".

The sword techniques he used were all familiar to him in his previous life, but this Fu Tianqing didn't know how to change them at all. As long as he changed the way a little, he would undoubtedly be hit and die.

Like a sophisticated program, it was resurrected again and again.

No...

If this continues, he will only be dragged to death here.

Looking at "Fu Tianqing" who was reborn again, Hang Yanling bit her lip tightly.

The state of this guy looks very similar to the senior I saw that day.

Exactly the same face, exactly the same demeanor and actions.

But it is more mechanized than the original version, like something that only intercepted certain fragments as a blueprint and mass-produced it...

No.

Hang Yanling stopped entangled with Fu Tianqing, turned around and ran out the door.

Not as she expected.

The outside of the thatched house in Lianhua Palace, which was originally an open space, was already covered with vines. Countless tree crowns poked their heads towards Hang Yanling like evil spirits climbing Hangu Mountain.

These strange trees are the key to Fu Tianqing's resurrection again and again, and at this time they have surrounded the place.

This meant that he couldn't escape, and "Fu Tianqing" might appear from anywhere at any time to continue pestering him.

Even if it is a mortal with no actions, Hang Yanling at this time can't resist this endless offensive.

There is no hope of escape, the tree trunks are too dense.

The unkillable, unkillable monster was chasing after him who fled the house step by step.

"Hang Yanling, go to hell."

"One after another, there is no end!!"

With a roar, Hang Yanling killed Fu Tianqing who was approaching him again.

When the yin aura is depleted to a certain extent, it will begin to erode the host's own flesh and blood.