Mistakenly Saving the Villain

The nightmare bites the heart burst, the scene spreads...

Song Qingshi opened his eyes and found that he was lying in Yue Wuhuan's arms, his body was tightly entangled by countless blood king vines, and the two of them were locked tightly and could not be separated.

He looked up and found that he had been teleported to a grotto by the formation. There were people who had the same experience lying all around. Their expressions were either frightened or painful. They screamed from time to time. They were immersed in nightmares and couldn't wake up, not far away. There was a middle-aged monk with a panic face and serious injuries. He still hugged a little girl about eight years old and seemed to want to protect her.

Yue Wuhuan also woke up. He slowly put away the Blood King Vine, released the restraints, and then got up. The injuries on his body disappeared, and he seemed to be in good condition.

Song Qingshi was not worried about his mental state, took out the medicine from the mustard bag, and repeatedly confirmed: "Are you okay? Is there anything uncomfortable? Do you need to take a few meditation pills?"

Yue Wuhuan shook his head. He didn't care much about physical pain, so what he felt in the swamp pond was nausea, not a mental breakdown.

He is a little puzzled. If this is really his nightmare, the Smelly Swamp is obviously not strong enough...

Song Qingshi couldn't help but squeezed a Jingxin pill into his mouth. He also took one, using his spiritual power to urge the medicine to quickly penetrate into the internal organs, which barely suppressed the panic just now.

An Long suddenly stretched out his hand next to him, snatched the whole bottle of Jingxin pills, and poured them all into his mouth.

Song Qingshi was stunned for a while, reacted, and persuaded: "Are you eating as a candy pill? It's not good for your health."

An Long threw the empty bottle back into his hand, adjusted his breath for a moment, his ugly expression slightly improved.

Song Qingshi finally realized that he was not too happy, but this time he was not happy and didn't bite. Maybe it was not for himself? Maybe it was disgusting by the swamp in the nightmare? He remembered the feeling of protecting each other in the formation, and saluted seriously: "Thank you again this time."

An Long controlled his emotions, forcibly suppressed the madness and irritability in his heart, and showed a grinning smile: "between you and me, don't say thank you."

Can't make mistakes...

Song Qingshi suddenly found that his eyes turned red in the dark? I was a little worried. I was about to ask, but saw An Long lowered his head slightly. When he raised it again, his eyes had returned to their original state. He suggested: "Should we take down this harmful formation?"

Demolition is his specialty.

"Wait." Song Qingshi stood on tiptoe, stretched out his hand to pull Alaska's head close, and ordered him to open his eyes. After careful observation for a long time, he didn't find any problems. He suspected that he was mistaken...

Yue Wuhuan suggested: "Lord, shall we save people first?"

"Okay." Song Qingshi immediately dropped Anlong and began to check the monks lying on the ground one by one, confirming that they were still immersed in a nightmare, their spiritual consciousness was severely damaged, and the spiritual consciousness of the severe ones even began to separate and turn into pieces. If you don't hurry Rescue, you will become a madman or a fool when you wake up.

He used the golden needle to penetrate the spiritual energy into the sea of ​​consciousness of the patients, stabilize the confusion of the consciousness, and control the deterioration of the disease.

Yue Wuhuan used the vines to probe around and found the formation holes on the grotto wall that were connected to the formation, and confirmed the position of the formation.

An Long blew an inaudible whistle. Thousands of strange Gu worms crawled out of nowhere. They were poisonous, corroded and bite the stone wall engraved with the eyes, and the eyes continued to batter when they encountered attacks , To kill the Gu worm, but the Gu worm's corpse turned into venom, speeding up the corrosion of the stone wall, and more Gu worms stepped on the corpse of their companions, rushing forward and then, finally destroying the front.

After the ancient formation was forcibly demolished, everyone's nightmare was forcibly awakened.

An Long was afraid that they would wake up and scream frantically, and let them continue to fall asleep.

Song Qingshi looked for a mustard bag and found that there was no meditation pill. He glanced at the guy who had finished the medicine with resentment. He didn't dare to scold him. , Took the purified water to dissolve it, and poured everyone one by one, and then asked An Long to go to the shore to withdraw the Gu Formation, and asked all the main gates to send people in to pick up people.

Yue Wuhuan suddenly said, "Honorable Lord, come and take a look."

Song Qingshi walked over, but saw that after the vines and moss on the stone wall were removed, several sword marks were exposed, and they went straight into the stone wall. It seemed simple, but in reality it was bottomless.

Each sword carries a huge hatred, deep into the bones, and has the momentum to kill the people of the world.

This is the swordsmanship of Sword Master Mo Yuan, the grief and anger of Sword Master Mo Yuan, the madness of Sword Master Mo Yuan...

Yue Wuhuan looked at these sword intents, almost fascinated.

Song Qing didn’t understand swordsmanship and didn’t have much interest in these things. He turned around and suddenly found a decayed wooden box on the ground. As soon as he picked it up, the wooden box shattered. Inside was a beautiful red gem and a piece of paper. Tattered tissue paper.

Song Qingshi was extremely pleasantly surprised. This gem was named Phoenix Blood. It was one of the most precious gems in the fairy world. Wearing it on the body can nourish the dantian and assist in cultivation. This gem in front of him is the best, worth at least one hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones. He had seen it in Jumbo Pavilion. He had been greedy for a long time. He wanted to buy it for the more unhappy, but he had no money. Now Yaowuhuan has managed Yaowanggu, and he is rich, and he is afraid that he might think that he would buy things indiscriminately and be ruined, so he didn't dare to start...

The thin paper has not been opened yet, it has turned into fly ash in the years.

Song Qingshi only had time to see two words on it: "No solution."

That scribbled handwriting... it feels a bit similar to myself.

Probably a coincidence?

Song Qingshi thought for a while, and he didn't like to guess randomly, so he put the matter down. He wanted to find Yuewuhuan's treasure with the Phoenix blood, but found that the other party was still comprehending the sword's intent and it was inconvenient to interrupt. Put away the gem and leave it to surprise him later.

Yue Wuhuan watched for a long time, thought for a long time, and finally woke up from the sword intent, he muttered: "In these years, I have read a lot of books about Mo Yuan Jianzun, but there is no record of Mo Yuan Jian. There is no record of the appearance and origin of the respected Sword Venerable Mo Yuan. After the Battle of the Demon Eight thousand years ago, he seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace."

Song Qingshi thought about the books he had read, and was surprised to find that this was indeed the case.

Yue Wuhuan lightly touched the sword marks on the wall with his hand, and smiled bitterly: "I once speculated that now... seeing these sword intents, I am even more certain that Sword Master Mo Yuan has gone mad, and this nightmare heartbreaking formation has intensified. It broke his madness and completely broke him..."

The era of Sword Sovereign Mo Yuan is very far away, and it has nothing to do with the people now.

Song Qingshi didn't understand why Yue Wuhuan cared so much.

"It's nothing," Yue Wuhuan saw his confusion, and said lightly, "I'm just curious about the ending of the Sword Master, who is a mortal, and I want to find out."

Song Qingshi breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll check it for you."

"No need to check," An Long didn't know when he came back. He heard the topic of the two, and said with disdain, "There are related records in the Ten Thousand Gu Sect. After the Battle of the Demon, Sword Master Mo Yuan entered the demon and killed people and slaughtered the city. , Buddhist masters united with various martial sects to collectively punish him, and this is the end."

Yue Wuhuan was stunned, not knowing what to say.

Song Qingshi puzzled and asked: "Isn't Mo Yuan Jianzun a good person? The ancient books I read are all his deeds of chivalry and justice."

An Long said: "The reason for his infatuation is unknown. I don't know why the news was blocked. This matter is in the confidential information that the Wangu Sect belongs to the sect owner, but only a few crosses. It is said that the various sects have discounted the yuan for this. Infant ancestors were seven or eight. In the end, the distracted and powerful shot, Fang punished him and ordered him not to mention the matter again."

Eight thousand years have passed, and the distracted ancestors who participated in this incident either ascended or fell.

The truth is lost in the long river of history.

...

Song Qingshi remembered the best Phoenix blood he had just obtained. He pays attention to fairness and never hides the spoils, so he quietly pulled Anlong aside and talked in a low voice: "I remember you don't like this. I will collect the remains of the water spirit beast later. , Plus Tianzi grass, make the best beast spirit pill for you, can I make up the spirit stone for the insufficient part?"

An Long's face sank: "I don't remember you like this stuff."

Song Qingshi smiled embarrassedly: "I want to give someone away."

Where An Long couldn't guess who he was going to give away, he slowly closed his eyes and whispered: "Yeah."

Jealousy grew crazily, the killing intent was spreading rapidly, and the auditory hallucinations in his mind became more and more serious.

He can only not look, listen, or think.

Can't make mistakes...

...

After receiving the treatment plan in Song Qingshi, people from various sects paid the consultation fee, and then took away their own monks. The rest of the Buddhist monks were kindly taken back to take care of them. The young disciples of the Chilong Sect took back the master and senior brothers and sisters. They were so happy that they hugged them, crying and laughing, thankful, and completely lost the appearance of a monk. It can be seen that the feelings of the master and the apprentice are deep, which makes people cry.

The Sect Master of the Chilong Sect was the middle-aged monk who was holding the child. He was injured at the water spirit beast, and he was seriously injured, but he still protected his disciple well. It can be described as self-cultivation and cleanliness, which is hard to come by for teachers.

Song Qingshi quietly glanced at his beloved apprentice, hoping that he would be touched by the touching feeling of mentorship...

It's a pity that Yue Wuhuan didn't pay attention to this scene, and only concentrated on cleaning up the remains of the water spirit beast.

Song Qingshi was a little frustrated...

An Long said that he was greedy for wine, and after going ashore, he left everyone behind and hurried away.

Song Qingshi was accustomed to his weird temper and didn't take it to heart. Seeing that the Sect Master of Chilong Sect was seriously injured and admiring his behavior, he took the initiative to stay and treat him, and by the way, ask the respected master what to do to be loved by his disciples. The disciples of the Chilong Sect were overjoyed when they learned of his decision, and they wanted to lift the sedan chair to welcome people back.

The more Wuhuan saw that he was happy, he stayed behind to help.

...

It was late at night, deep in the dense forest, the sound of jackdaws.

An Long sits alone in the dark, pinching his head in pain, his eyes are almost dripping blood, his face is covered with black scales, and the five poisonous tattoos on his arms are surrounded by countless black mist. Constantly mutate, and then be suppressed back.

The weird voice in his mind that he thought had long since disappeared, reappeared, talking non-stop, and every word was like a knife, poking into his heart fiercely. He didn't want to hear it, but he couldn't help it.

"Do you think he will like you if he wags his tail and pleases in every way?"

"Do you think he will like you if he gains strength and shelters from the wind and rain?"

"Do you think he will like you if he climbs to a high position after nine deaths?"

"Do you think he will like you if you keep your heart and your lungs?"

"Do you think that he came to knock on the door that night to agree to your wishful thinking? Your appearance at the time was really ridiculous, really ridiculous... You can only sacrifice your eyeliner to conceal the truth, so stupid that you can't bear to look straight..."

"Every time you struggle with phantom Gu, asking for unforgettable dreams, but is there a ending you want in the illusion? Why did you wake up? But no matter what means you use or how you force it, he doesn't love you?"

"You ugly bug crawling out of the filthy mud, dressed in human skin, vomiting, pretending to be a dog, delusional to approach the bright moon step by step, do you dare? Are you worthy?"

"Wake up and give up the human soul."

"Wake up, snatching, greed, ruthlessness, and killing are your nature..."

"..."

"Shut up! Shut up!" An Long slammed his head on the rock frantically, wishing to smash his head and smash all the contents out, "Get out of my head!"

He can't make mistakes...

Can't make mistakes...

Can't...