Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Qingtian doesn't need to do it himself, he just needs to keep controlling the resentment to attack Zhao Xuan. As long as Zhao Xuan doesn't do it, sooner or later he will exhaust his cultivation and die.

"Zhao Xuan, I want you to pay for my brother's life."

Zhao Xuan heard this, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and he reluctantly said, "Pay your life? Don't you think this is ridiculous? It was obviously you who wanted to strike first, and I was just fighting back!"

After all, Qingtian still holds the same idea that within the Three Realms, the Celestial Clan is the greatest and the God Clan is the most respected.

He felt extremely angry because he was just a demon and had killed his brother who was a god.

"Are you allowed to kill me without any mercy and not to fight back?"

"Of course." Qingtian never thought that Zhao Xuan could be compared with the people of the Celestial Clan.

As Qingtian finished his words, more resentful souls attacked Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan was unable to be cruel to them, but instead he suffered a lot of injuries, covered in scars and blood.

Many people of the Celestial Clan were attacked and killed by the out-of-control black spirits from Qingtian's body. Even when they died, their eyes were wide open, as if they died with their eyes open.

They couldn't understand why there were still more than a dozen gods in the God Clan who had not fallen, and each of them looked at Qingtian with complicated eyes.

They hated the demons and thought that Zhao Xuan was guilty of heinous crimes. However, the first person to claim the lives of innocent creatures was not Zhao Xuan, but the god Qingtian.

This fact was like a slap in the face, which made them not want to face it, but had to face it.

The Emperor of Heaven didn't care about Qingtian's forbidden techniques at all, as if in his eyes, Qingtian's violation of the Heavenly Rules and forbidden techniques was not a crime at all.

Instead, when he looked at Zhao Xuan, the Emperor's eyes were filled with undisguised murderous intent.

Zhao Xuan had to do two things at once and was unable to cope with them all.

Zhongli came at this time, before the Celestial Clan attacked the Demon Clan, and he just happened to find a breath that was 80% similar to Yu Sheng's.

Therefore, he went down to the human world, just to find any trace of Yu Sheng.

Unexpectedly, Yu Sheng was not found, and the Celestial Clan and the Demon Clan started a war without any warning.

Ever since Zhongli was killed in the mortal world, he has become accustomed to speculating about others with evil thoughts.

When he thought about it carefully, he felt that this might all be a setup targeting himself and Zhao Xuan. The Celestial Clan was sure that he would definitely stand on the side of the Demon Clan and join them in fighting against the Celestial Clan.

That's when I tried my best to get him away.

When Zhongli arrived at the battlefield, Yu Fang was dying, and his brother was not much better.

In this battle, not only did the Demons suffer heavy casualties, but the Celestials were not much better off.

Forbidden techniques have never been a good thing. Even Zhao Xuan was easily exploited at the beginning. Qingtian, who had a mental demon, naturally could not resist the temptation.

This evil weapon, forged with countless blood and lives, once used, will not only leave corpses all over the ground, but will also fail to distinguish between friend and foe, and will only know killing, endless killing.

Qingtian planned to kill Zhao Xuan in this way, which was actually killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of his own.

The gods also need to overcome tribulations, and the level of thunder tribulations will fluctuate depending on the depth of cultivation of the person undergoing the tribulation.

Qingtian practiced this forbidden technique and developed an inner demon. His cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, but these accounts must be settled!

The next time he goes through the thunder tribulation, no one knows how many thunders he will encounter and whether he can survive it!

Zhao Xuan chose to commit suicide to send countless souls on the battlefield to the underworld.

He would rather use all his strength to save these dead souls than to harm them.

Although there was an easier way, he still chose a plan that would incur huge costs and might even give the Celestial Clan an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

When Yu Fang was still a teenager, he once said that he would follow Zhao Xuan and be loyal to him all his life.

And he actually did it. When Zhao Xuan sent these dead souls to the underworld, he protected him without giving an inch.

No matter how many enemies attacked him, no matter how dangerous the tactics they used, he never gave in.

Yu Fang and his brother refused to give in. As long as the dark souls in the barrier did not leave, they would not give in.

Even if...it costs them their lives.

Zhao Xuan risked his life and used 90% of his skills to send all the millions of souls on Qingtian's body to the underworld.

Coincidentally, before these ghosts left, he touched one of the little girls and saw something from her memory.

They did not die naturally, but were punished by heaven. The punishment destroyed nearly five cities at once, and the death toll had already exceeded one million.

Before they died, many of them could not figure out what unforgivable sins they had committed that caused God to punish them.

However, they did not know that this so-called punishment from heaven was not real punishment from heaven, but rather Qingtian deliberately took the unwillingness and hatred of millions of dead souls in order to refine evil weapons.

The stronger the resentment of these ghosts, the stronger the magical weapons that are refined from them will be, just like the Heart-Eating Sword that Zhao Xuan once held.

After reading those memory fragments, Zhao Xuan looked at Qingtian with no longer indifference, but coldness and disgust.

He used to think that these gods were too arrogant and only wanted to ride on the heads of all creatures in the Three Realms.

I believed that all gods were the same, but I didn't expect Qingtian to kill to such an extent!

Zhao Xuan would not deliberately conceal the sins that Qingtian had committed. He deliberately extracted that memory and magnified the memory fragment several times on the battlefield in front of countless people from the Celestial Clan, playing it as a phantom.

Some of the Celestial Clan's immortals looked towards the Emperor of Heaven hesitantly.

Unfortunately, the Emperor of Heaven, who is actually in charge, doesn't seem to have any intention of punishing Qingtian.

Zhao Xuan was actually not surprised by this result. The Celestial Clan had always been like this long before he had a complete conflict with them.

They are extremely tolerant of the mistakes made by their own people. They are so tolerant that even if it is indiscriminate killing, even if it is unreasonable, they can understand and forgive it.

Zhao Xuan curled his lips without any surprise, "I understand. Even if you cooperate with Qingtian who has fallen into the devil, you will not let me continue to live, right?"

What they lacked was a reasonable reason to launch an attack. Zhao Xuan had finally given them this opportunity, so how could they miss it!

Success or failure depends on this one move, they will never give up easily.

Zhao Xuan no longer expected these dead souls to get justice.

Since the Celestial Clan does not intend to give justice to these millions of dead souls, innocent people who died tragically, then he will seek justice for these dead souls.

The Heart-Eating Sword in Zhao Xuan's hand changed into a huge phantom red sword. The sword tilted downward, as if to crush Qingtian.

Unfortunately, Qingtian's eyes turned red, and he had been possessed by his inner demons. He didn't care about his own excessive consumption. He cast a spell with both hands and drew out the countless souls buried in the Wailing River.

He used a formation to trap these ghosts. The souls tempered by the Wailing River had more resentment than those ordinary ghosts.