Can a Scholar Be Called a Villain

Murong Lin's figure discerned the surrounding environment, and he should still be in the Sea of ​​Chaos. Looking at the surrounding islands, he found a direction and flew towards it.

We had made an appointment with Monk Baiwei a long time ago. If something unexpected happened, everyone would flee and gather on the "Qingrui Island" in the south. It was a big island and it was suitable for hiding.

When Murong Lin entered the big island, he discovered something strange, that is, the people on the island seemed to be in a panic.

He blended in and inquired about the surrounding news:

"Run! Leng Qian appeared in the small town to the east, and he also killed a few guys who were practicing the "Tianmo Dao Code"."

"The same goes for the south side. Fan Tu directly killed the island owner and is now practicing the magical power of body protection."

"To the north, there were nine guys from the north who had practiced different "Tianmo Dao Code" and massacred them all the way!"

"Run to the west side. Is there anyone from the west side?"

"No, I haven't seen anyone from the west side yet..."

"Could they..."

===Chapter 285: Pretending to be a devil ===

Zai Murong Lin mingled among the crowd, and hearing the panicked voices of the people around him, they all ran towards the west. load

The other three sides are all surrounded by powerful men with high status. These people are no match at all, let alone join forces to resist. Now they can't escape from this island even if they want to escape.

Murong Lin finally understood. Those who had practiced the "Tianmo Dao Code" secretly made an agreement at some point and gathered together on this "Qingrui Island".

As for why they gathered, it is not yet known.

But from this point of view, they are invincible without leaving the Tribulation Realm, and because of their previous actions with Monk Baiwei, they attracted the attention of other powerful people in the Tribulation Realm.

For a time, everyone was shouting to beat the evil cultivators who committed heinous crimes, but no one was chasing them to pay attention.

Thinking of this, Murong Lin's face became a little strange, and his spiritual consciousness scanned the surroundings, and followed the crowd towards the north.

Although "Qingrui Island" is large in area and has more than a dozen cities, the resources on it are average. At most, they are some resources and spiritual objects of the wild level, and there are very few of the high level.

This also leads to the fact that the most powerful people on this island are some city lords in the early stage of the Supreme Realm, and the rest are some people in the Divine Power Realm and the Virtual Dharma Realm.

Most of these people are casual cultivators and the manpower of small forces, and they come here to collect some resources that are not lacking in large forces.

As soon as the people who practiced the "Tianmo Dao Code" arrived, they immediately scattered and left directly towards the surroundings, causing chaos.

Hundreds of thousands of people were forced into this state by dozens of people. I'm afraid it's really the most ridiculous thing in the world.

But it's no wonder, after all, the reputation of the Demon Master is still there.

In addition, during this period of time, the major forces were busy chasing Murong Lin, defending their own sect, and following Su Zang closely, and they did not send strong men to destroy them at all.

On the contrary, many people were given away as experience, which greatly enhanced the strength of people like Leng Qian, and their evil reputations gradually emerged.

Soon, the fleeing people arrived at the city in the west, but the scene in front of them really made them a little desperate.

I saw a figure standing in front of me, with an empty city behind me. It seemed inappropriate to say it was empty, but the piles of quiet corpses on the ground showed a lot of tragedy.

Their faces were horrified, their eyes were gray, and their corpses were in painfully twisted postures, looking as if they had absorbed their souls and died.

The figure standing in front of everyone was holding a long sword in his hand, with a joking look in his eyes. The blade of the sword was full of blood, dripping down.

"Kong Yueyu..."

A fugitive who knew her said bitterly with a hardened expression on her face.

Many people also recognized Kong Yueyu's identity, and their faces were a little desperate.

After all, these people who have practiced the incomplete version of "The Demon's Dao Code" have been around for a long time, and everyone has a ranking for them.

Among them, "Cheng Slaughter" Leng Qian, "Immortal Tower" Fan Tu and "Soul-Capturing Sword" Kong Yueyu are the most famous. There are also other people who are secretly killing them. Almost many of them have killed eight cultivators. People with different fragments have collected the "Tianmo Dao Canon".

I don't know why they gathered here.

Everyone looked at Kong Yueyu in front of them, their faces flustered and frightened, or they looked around desperately, looking for hope.

People who are forced into desperate situations still have great potential and explosive power. Several existences in the virtual realm shouted to the people around them:

"Don't panic, everyone. She is alone. If tens of thousands of us pile up, we may not be able to deal with her!"

They thought about using human lives to pile them up, but they didn't believe that Kong Yueyu could kill the tens of thousands of people in front of him without any damage!

But how can everyone work together? It would be nice not to be scared out of your wits.

There were already many people on the edge trying to escape from the side, but they encountered the undead souls refined by Kong Yueyu, killing them crazily and blocking them.

Looking at the large crowd in front of her, but no one dared to actually attack her, she sneered, her voice was clear but extremely cold.

"Why are you running away?"

As soon as everyone heard her voice, their legs were weak with fear. Many people were frightened and went crazy. They knelt on the ground and murmured, with their hair disheveled.