Villain: Writing a diary becomes stronger, but the hostess design collapses

Mo Yu nodded, but the moment he wanted to escape, he stopped again.

"That's too late."

I saw that not far away from the land on both sides of Xuanwu Lake, strands of resentment erupted in an instant, followed by the screams of countless ghosts or demon cultivators.

In an instant, resentment covered the sky, and the bright full moon on the branches could no longer be seen.

"Those two started early."

Mo Yu's already gloomy face was completely dead at this moment.

"Then what shall we do next?!" Heishui was shocked.

Seeing Heishui's flustered appearance, the relatively silent Xuanfeng suddenly became furious.

"What else can I do? Naturally, kill him in the dark!!"

"We are Demon Cultivators, but look at what we have lived for the past two years? Cowardly, cowardly, and incompetent! What an embarrassment to Demon Cultivators!"

"Tonight, tomorrow, and tomorrow night, we will not retreat. I must let the evil spirits in the inner city know that although the three of us are dogs, we are not easy to mess with!!"

The basement of the shrine.

The red silk threads all over the wall and all over the ground squirmed exaggeratedly, and finally gathered on Baili Dugu who was sitting cross-legged on the stone collapse.

Baili Dugu's face was livid, his mouth was murmuring, and he kept saying something.

Looking at this scene, Qiu Bailu was frightened at first, and then gradually calmed down.

All she can do now is wait.

Wait for an opportunity, and wait for Mingye's "ghost" to reach its peak strength.

Under the old pagoda tree.

Lin Jingyu looked at the red silk all over the sky, and the middle-aged man whose waist was entwined with red silk.

Silently clenched the long sword at his waist.

Of course, it was impossible for the middle-aged man to notice his murderous intent.

What he learned was Ruo Shui Jian Jue.

Ruo Shui Jian Jue emphasizes no desires and no desires, but it does not refer to no desires and no desires in the literal sense, but refers to being good at disguising.

Pretending to be so, I deceived myself too.

If you want to say who has the most contact with this middle-aged man, it must be him, Lin Jingyu.

He had doubts after hearing the story of him and Baili Dugu, but now, he can be [-]% sure that the middle-aged man in front of him is a "ghost".

Because the strength of the middle-aged man in front of him is growing in a terrifying way, although he has some disguises for him, but don't forget that what Lin Jingyu is best at is disguising.

Even if he is the pinnacle of the ninth rank of the land realm, half a step of the heaven realm.

Lin Jingyu still saw clearly.

at noon the next day.

In a certain courtyard, a large sea of ​​flames burst out suddenly, and with a "boom", it engulfed the Yin Accumulating Water Tank in the courtyard.

Accompanied by the screams of the corpse inside and the resentment that swept across the ground, it was straightly refined by the raging fire formation, and the refined spiritual power instantly lifted into the air, and merged into the Xuanwu formation that lit up above the head at an unknown time.

And this scene didn't just happen here.

All the raging fire formations that can be controlled by the Xuanwu formation today are all mobilized, and even the underground spiritual veins are extracted without any regard for the consequences.

Day and night alternate, and the real night gradually falls.

The raging fire formation in the east of the city has all been extinguished at this moment, only the gradually thinning spiritual veins in the ground are continuously supplying the formation with spiritual power.

The moon rises by nearly half.

In the old pagoda tree forest in the west of the city, the middle-aged man no longer cares about Lin Jingyu at this moment, his eyes are red, and he is recklessly sucking the resentment that gushes out from the ground.

Resentment poured into the middle-aged man's body and then into the red silk thread.

At this moment, whether it was the top of the old locust tree or the red thread on the ground under Lin Jingyu's feet, it had completely turned into a piece of purple black.

There is weirdness and evil everywhere.

Lin Jingyu looked at all this with a gloomy expression.

However, at this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly sent a trace of spirituality to him and laughed loudly.

Hearing the sound, Lin Jingyu's hairs stood on end, and he suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist.

"Haha, Jing Yu, you don't have to be like this. If you are still the same as before and obedient, I will consider letting you live a little longer, your uncle."

After a while, the middle-aged man saw that he was still unmoved, and couldn't help but sneered.

"Do you know the origin of the ancient sword in Xuanwu Lake? It is the magic sword that was lost in the dust on the mainland when the master of Chongming Sect died in the battle between immortals and demons in the past."

"The magic sword just fell into the mountain carried by a mountain tortoise in the demon world. After a long time, the mountain tortoise not only did not die, but survived by relying on the magic energy of the magic sword. After a hundred years of cultivation, the big monster King Realm."

"And this mountain tortoise is what you call the 'Xuanwu' monster, because its state was achieved through external force cultivation. That's why Baili Dugu was able to kill that monster back then."

"Otherwise, depending on him, how could it be possible to kill that mountain turtle!!!"

"Baili Dugu, this villain, now wants to repeat his old tricks and use that magic sword to kill me. It's wishful thinking!!"

"Originally, I was afraid that he would be able to get the magic sword, so I repeatedly found someone to stop him, and even wanted to get him one step ahead of him. But now!! I don't need it anymore."

"It's over, it's over!! Everything is going to end!!"

The middle-aged man spoke normally at the beginning, but in the end, he became extremely crazy, even crazy.

Until he yelled out the last sentence, there was a loud roar that soared to the sky.

The black resentment all over the sky in the west of the city condensed in an instant, and the black clouds billowed. Accompanied by the wailing of the resentful ghosts, the ear-piercing friction sound, and the sound of "boom", it turned into a monstrous black wave, and hit the already dark Xuanwu Great Wall in the east of the city. on top of the array.

The golden basalt formation began to crack at the sound.

In the underground secret room of the ancestral hall, Baili Dugu suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

In order to control the Black Tortoise Formation, he put half his life into it, and the crack in the Black Tortoise Formation undoubtedly dealt a huge blow to him.

"It's not over yet!!"

Baili Dugu shouted loudly, and a powerful golden spiritual power burst out from him, and the chapped basaltic formation instantly recovered.

But the price of this outburst was his legs.

I saw that Baili Dugu's original legs had almost lost their flesh and blood, leaving only dense red threads.

And almost at the same time, the middle-aged man under the old locust tree looked at his legs that suddenly disappeared, and suddenly let out a shrill scream.

"Legs!! My legs!!"

"Hundreds of miles! Give me back my legs!!"

His screams were loud, and they passed directly into the underground secret room of the ancestral hall.

When Baili Dugu heard the words, he laughed wildly.

"You and I share the same fate. No matter how strong you are, you are just a 'ghost' produced by me. Even if I die, you don't want to replace me!!"

"Even if you win, you can only wander in the night forever and never see the light!!"

The middle-aged man was furious, "Haha, you are so naive!! Do you think I will never see the sun without your body?!"

"You are wrong! Big mistake!!"