MTL - I’m Always the Villain-Chapter 111 Furnace Master 16

Sang Jiuchi and Fan Lu had already left, but many monks were still standing there, unable to calm down for a long time.

In just one day, they have gone through a lot.

It came because of the crusade against Brahma, but suffered a disaster that destroyed the world.

Thinking of what they had done to Fan Lu before, the cultivators bowed their heads in shame.

Everyone shrugged their heads, defeated the gods who destroyed the cultivation world, and won a big victory. This should be something worth celebrating.

One could think of the price Sang Xianzhu paid for this, and everyone couldn't help but feel extremely sad.

They won, but they seemed to lose.

In the distance, many people flew towards here.

They flew very fast, but they came to the crowd in an instant.

Everyone looked intently, and the people who came were none other than those monks who had been "killed" by Brahma.

Although they knew just now that they were not dead, relatives and friends still had mixed feelings in their hearts when they saw the deceased return with their own eyes.

The monks who came back from the dead returned to their divisions or families, some huddled together, some looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and some couldn't bear it and just stood there ashamed.

Among them, the second and third elders of Wen Tianzong were the most embarrassed. As an elder, but assassinating a younger generation of the same family, this is already a shameless thing. In the end, this shameless ended with being counter-killed.

Moreover, the Great Elder, who had always had an excellent relationship with them on weekdays, turned out to be the puppet of the Dark God, which made them even more restless when they asked Tianzong.

When they left, they still asked Tianzong Reid's respected elders. Now that they have returned, they have become people who are envied and despised.

The same door looked at them with blatant and contemptuous eyes, and the second elder coughed awkwardly, "Qiu Mian, why don't you see your junior brother Jiang Tong and others?"

Qiu Mian didn't want to pay attention to these two seniors who bullied the younger generation, but because of the identity of the other party, he still replied: "Junior Brother Jiang Tong left Wen Tian Zong a few months ago, and he never came back. Zun saw Jiang Tong before, and they wanted to bring Jiang Tong back, but he refused."

The second elder knew that his current deterrent power was not as strong as before, so he just sighed, "Forget it, let him go for the time being. Although Demon Venerable is ruthless, he never kills innocent people indiscriminately. As long as Jiang Tong does not do evil, I believe Demon Venerable will not will hurt him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding monks all looked at him, and once again fleeting mockery flashed in their eyes.

Do evil? How can you rely on your own cultivation to kill the younger generation of the same family?

Xu Shi understood the meaning under the eyes of everyone, and the second elder closed his lips and said no more words.

In the empty and quiet air, someone suddenly shouted, "The surrounding aura seems to have increased!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion in the crowd.

The monks tried to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy, but the depleted and scarce spiritual energy in the past was now pouring into their bodies.

"The concentration of this cultivation base is similar to the concentration in the Slaughtering Secret Realm." Several monks who had just come out of the Slaughtering Secret Realm said after running cross-legged for a week, "The cultivation base environment that was only available in the Dangerous Secret Realm in the past, now we can have it casually. ?"

The cultivator who had previously held the "Forbidden Faith" book opened the book to the end, and read the words on it aloud: "Dark God dies, and all the spiritual energy he sealed will be returned to the earth. From now on, the world of self-cultivation will Reclaim the way of the cycle."

In the crowd, someone sneered loudly: "Some people desperately just want to **** the secret realm and take it for themselves, but the two demon kings sacrificed themselves just to restore this land to its former vitality. The two demon kings are After seeing through the intrigues of the cultivation world, you were so disappointed in the cultivation world that you retired to the mountains and forests, right?"

The people who were happy just now because of the reunion lowered their heads one after another, wishing they could find a hole to burrow into in shame.

Seeing that the disciples of the Hehuan Sect held the book, the question that the monks had always wondered resurfaced, "Who wrote this book?"

Sang Jiuchi and Fan Lu are powerful, but the authors who can predict the future ahead of time are not even more powerful and mysterious beings?

Who is the almighty cultivator who can deduce everything that will happen in the future.

If there is such a person in the cultivation world, they should have known about it long ago. But looking at the entire plane of self-cultivation, even the Sect Master of Xunyan Sect, who is mainly based on divination deduction, does not have this ability.

Could it be that there is a bigger existence hidden in this cultivation world?

The question marks were buckled in the monk's heart one by one, like a tangled mess in his heart.

There are many monks present who have this series of books, but the names marked below each are anonymous.

Just when everyone was at a loss on this question, someone whispered, "I know."

Almost all the monks turned their attention to the monk who was speaking.

That cultivator was only at the foundation-building stage, and he has never been the center of attention as he is now. He was really shy and nervous.

He tightened his body and licked his dry throat from the pressure, "I used to work for a few days in a bookstore that sold this book, and I happened to see the mother of this book. The author of this book is... It's Sang Xian, no, Sang Mojun."

Everyone looked at the cultivator in unison, with complicated expressions in their eyes.

Afraid that everyone would not believe it, the cultivator continued, "I have heard the store's description of the author, and it is indeed the same as Sang Xian... the devil's appearance and clothes."

"Ah! I understand!" A voice sounded, and the monks looked over and found that Xunyanzong disciples were known for their intelligence.

"It must be that Sang Mojun has deduced that the key to victory is that we work together, but in the tense situation just now, we may not be able to fulfill our expectations. So he wrote the ending for us in advance, so that we believe that the ending is like this. "

A cultivator frowned: "According to what you mean, you mean that the original ending is not what it is in the book?"

The disciple of Xunyanzong nodded, "I'm afraid not. The catastrophe of the world is imminent, Sang Xian... Sang Mojun has no leisure to write a useless book. The darkness is so powerful, it's not that Sang Mojun doesn't want to pass on the information to us. , but once it is transmitted through normal channels, it will definitely arouse the vigilance of the Dark God. That’s why he used this kind of time to pass the information for us.”

The disciple of Xunyanzong gave a wry smile, "There is nothing wrong with the deduction. I don't know how much life and effort Sang Mojun spent to write such a book."

Everyone looked at the book of words that the monks were holding in their hands.

At this moment, this book of words was heavily pressed in their hands. It was not only a book of words, but also a silent cry and struggle made by Sang Mojun in order to fight against the disaster of the world.

It turned out that behind the scenes, Sang Mojun silently paid so much for this cultivation world.

"I'm going back to build a temple for the two demon kings Sang Fan. No matter what happens to them in the future, our Xunyanzong will dedicate our entire lives to worship these two demon kings."

The sect master of Xunyanzong has not spoken, until this moment, he finally made his decision.

Build temples.

This is the highest respect in the world of self-cultivation. Even the three immortals who have ascended are only ranked in their respective sects and ancestral halls.

Temples are equivalent to gods and are higher than the existence of immortals.

Now Xunyanzong proposes to build a temple for Sang Jiuchi and Fanlu, which is tantamount to sending a signal to everyone.

As soon as he finished speaking, many sect leaders lowered their heads to think, and after a while, they raised their heads at the same time, and said in unison, "Just do this."

A few months later, various sects and even towns in the cultivation world have erected temples.

The name of the temple is the Guardian Temple, and the temple is dedicated to these two monks.

A few years later, a cultivator suddenly found two Taoist companions who were working together as partners. One was wearing a black robe with a stern face, and the other was wearing a green feather robe, with a sympathetic smile on his beautiful face.

Later, more and more people discovered the figures of the two demon kings, Sang Fan.

They sometimes appear in the downtown area, and sometimes they sneak on the top of the mountain. Their walking has no purpose, just to appreciate this prosperous and prosperous river and mountains, it seems that they want to see everything in the last time.

After receiving the news that they were still alive, the monks prayed for them in silent tears. They know that Sang Mojun is enjoying his last time.

In order not to let the two demon kings be disappointed in the world they saved, the monks from the four sides cooperated like this for the first time, without disputes and fights, just so that the two demon kings would not leave any regrets in their final time.

All the monks tacitly did not disturb them.

A hundred years later, in the depths of the jungle where no one cares, Sang Jiuchi took Fan Lu's hand.

The thread shaped like an earthworm has spread to the wrist, and a lot of faith power is poured around them every moment, but these faith power can no longer stop the progress of the line.

Both of them knew that the God of War was about to leave.

Hundreds of years have passed, and the two of them are still young when they first met on this plane.

The God of War gently rested his head on Sang Jiuchi's forehead, silently telling his reluctance and nostalgia.

Sang Jiuchi also didn't speak. He looked at his lover with a calm and gentle expression, but the trembling fingers holding his lover's wrist revealed his true heart.

The God of War reverently placed a kiss on Sang Jiuchi's forehead, "Thank you for giving me another hundred years to spend with you."

Sang Jiuchi smiled, "How do you feel in the past 100 years?"

He calculated everyone, using the death of the Dark God and his own retirement, and asked the monks to build temples for them. The continuous power of faith has added another hundred years to the lover.

The **** of war stared at Sang Jiuchi with deep eyes, and he said word by word: "Why, why can't I stay with you enough. It's obviously been a hundred years longer, and I'm even with you all the time. But now I have to leave. , I am more and more reluctant and nostalgic.”

"This time we parted, and we don't know when we'll see each other again. I know you're fighting for me, and I know we'll see each other again. But I'm jealous of my soul shards now."

"They are just fragments of my soul, and they can all have a lifetime with you, but I can only live by sitting alone in the empty temple licking the memories that come back."

The God of War took a deep breath and laughed self-deprecatingly, "I finally understand why I would do anything for my desires."

There was a thick fog in Sang Jiuchi's eyes. He fixedly looked at the lover in front of him. He wanted to say something, but he was usually eloquent and now suddenly speechless.

Seeing this, the God of War lightly patted him on the back to reassure him: "Don't worry, it won't be long before we meet again. My strength has almost recovered. If there is a chance, I will find a way to solve the mess in the God Realm as soon as possible. shit."

Sang Jiuchi's throat was dry, he swallowed hard, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "How many soul fragments do you have outside?"

The God of War chuckled, "Not much, in fact, I don't need to collect all of them. After I correct the mistakes in the God Realm, I can summon the soul fragments myself. Thanks to you, I was able to collect the soul fragments before. My soul fragments are imprisoned in In the body, the divine power is scattered in the plane again."

"It was you who completed the task and gave the divine power to the flesh body that carried my soul fragments, so that my soul fragments were able to come back."

Sang Jiuchi thought about it seriously, "Then I would like to thank the God of Quan, if he hadn't hunted me down, and that half-baked hunt turned into you, I would never have thought of giving you points, let alone points. It's your power."

"I'll just say, how can the system be so generous, a low-level D-level plane can reach 1 million points. It turns out that the system is not generous, but that plane has your 1 million divine power."

A cold light flashed in the God of War's eyes, "Yeah, if you don't say it, I forgot, I really want to thank the God of Quan for you."

Sang Jiuchi coughed lightly, "Also, that, remember to be merciful when you go to the God of Love and Desire, I want to copy her house."

With a doting smile in the eyes of the God of War: "Okay."

Far away in the temple, the God of Love and Desire who was writing a book suddenly shuddered.

She looked suspiciously outside where the birds and flowers were fragrant, and tightened her clothes.

Strange, it was obviously a warm May day, why did she suddenly feel so cold?

Glancing at the book in his eyes, the God of Love and Desire quickly shook off the unease in his heart.

No matter, the world is big, and the book is the biggest.

She stared at the book in her hand persistently. On the cover of the exquisite top-grade kraft paper, there was a line of gilded words: "Use my fiery fur to warm the cold you [Whistle Xiang]"

Quickly turning over the page just written, the quill pen in the hand of the God of Love and Desire fell quickly:

The mad sentinel's long and narrow eyes gradually turned into fiery golden vertical pupils, his tight skin was replaced by warm fur, and there was only one sentence in his irrational brain: own him, own this weak and cold guide in front of him.

The guide pressed against the icy wall, panic flashed in his eyes.

In the dim light, the teary moles at the corners of his eyes shadow Zhuo Zhuo, adding a bit of flirtation and ambiguity to this ascetic face.

Later, she wrote nearly 10,000 words frantically. After five hours of writing, she stretched, carefully closed the book and put it aside, and walked to the window with a cup of black tea.

Outside the window, the red glow reflected the sky, as if a ferocious beast was staring down at the land.

The God of Love and Desire took a sip of black tea and sighed lightly.

God of War, should you come back soon?

…

In the last reluctance, Sang Jiuchi sent Fan Lu away.

The two of them snuggled together, and when Fan Lu left, Sang Jiuchi also left this world of self-cultivation without any hesitation.

This mission has a total of 5 million points. The God of War has left all the divine power to Sang Jiuchi because of the fusion of the soul fragments in advance.

Sang Jiuchi left the plane and entered the void, and heard the familiar system sound again: [Congratulations, you have obtained an S-level plane, please name the plane. 】

Sang Jiuchi had already thought of a name: Cultivation Star.

After entering the name, Sang Jiuchi did not hesitate, [F001, go to the next plane. 】