After the villain resigned

What a face that is.

Like a crescent moon shining brightly, like flowers and trees piled up with snow.

The eyes are like a clear spring, and the skin is as white as jade, like a fairy descending from the sky.

But no one thinks he is a fairy, all because of the scarlet cloud pattern under the corner of his eyes, which adds three points of seductiveness.

The misty fairy air dissipated in an instant, leaving only a beautiful demon.

That was - Jiang Wuwang's face.

The aura circulating in Zhou Siwei's body froze for a moment, and the moves he had spewed out suddenly had to be withdrawn, and all the remaining prestige came back to him.

A fishy-sweet smell welled up in the throat, and the inner demon that had been dormant in the body for a long time also took the opportunity to come out to make trouble.

For a hundred years, Zhou Siwei has been harassed by inner demons, and had to suppress himself in the Hantan Peak of Shangyan Sect.

The source of the inner demon is all because he personally beheaded Jiang Wuwang, the master of the Ten Demonic Prisons.

Zhou Siwei's eyes gradually blurred, and the scenery around him changed again and again.

In his eyes, he was no longer standing on the arena of the Zhaixing Building, but on the battlefield of righteousness and evil a hundred years ago.

Zhou Siwei held a sword in his hand, and the blade on the other side pierced into a person's body.

Bobo's blood flowed out, falling on the ground drop by drop, staining the ground below red.

Zhou Siwei looked along the edge of the sword.

Jiang Wuwang grasped the sharp and bone-piercing sword, and drew a deep and visible scar on the palm of his hand, but this was far less than the pain on his chest.

The sword pierced his heart.

"Thinking about danger." Before Jiang Wuwang finished speaking, he vomited a big mouthful of blood.

Zhou Siwei was at a loss, he wanted to cover the wound on his heart and wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Wuwang's body fell limply into Zhou Siwei's arms, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

"Wuwang!" Zhou Siwei hugged him tremblingly, trying to listen to what he wanted to say.

"You killed me once." Jiang Wuwang's voice was cold, not at all like someone who was seriously injured and dying, "You want to kill me a second time?"

Zhou Siwei denied it, "No! I won't, Wuwang!"

The illusion disappeared.

Whether it is the battlefield or Jiang Wuwang, it is all a dream.

But Tian Hua on the ring, the face covered with the face is exactly the person Zhou Siwei misses.

One of the three protectors of the magic way, Mr. Painted Skin.

The appearance is ever-changing, what you see in your eyes can appear on your face.

Not only the appearance is transformed by light and light, but even the strength can be borrowed by seven points.

The only person Tian Hua gets along with every day and who is strong is Jiang Wuwang, the Lord of the Ten Prisons.

Zhou Siwei was still in a trance, "Wu Wang..."

Tian Hua would not let go of such a good opportunity, using his fan as a sword, he made a feint and headed straight for the fatal point.

Zhou Siwei was about to dodge instinctively, but Jiang Wuwang, who was seriously injured just now, flashed in his mind, he forcibly controlled himself, and took a blow.

The fan pierced into the soft body, and as soon as it was pulled out, it drew out the blood of a celestial girl.

Tian Hua didn't expect to get it so easily, the fan opened, and the blood on it was absorbed completely.

Zhou Siwei lost!

The ring actively expelled the losers, and only Tian Hua could stand on it.

Jiang Yi catches Zhou Siwei who fell from the ring.

He showed pain and depression on his face, a few traces of redness flashed in his eyes, and he didn't care about the surrounding situation.

This is a sign of obsession.

"Thinking about danger?" Jiang Yi called out in a low voice.

It's just that Zhou Siwei was lost in the illusory world constructed by the demons, and didn't hear Jiang Yi's voice at all.

The light curtain flickered, and finally only one person's name remained.

field painting.

Before Murong Lianxin announced the leader of the Star Reaching Conference, there was a change in the surroundings.

Countless black air condenses into a human figure, they are wearing armor and holding weapons, and what is under the helmet is not a human appearance, but darkness.

The dark shadow warriors of the evil way, know no pain or fear, each has a late foundation establishment cultivation base, forming a large formation that can rival the golden core stage monks.

It is a very convenient disposable item.

Since the fall of the Ten Prison Masters of the Devil's Way a hundred years ago, all the people of the Devil's Way behaved with their tails between their legs, and no one dared to come out to make trouble. As a result, a group of young monks have never fought against the Devil's Way.

At first glance, the shadow warriors didn't know how to deal with them. Even if the monks had a high level of cultivation, they couldn't beat this kind of desperate puppet all at once.

In just three to five breaths of effort, most of the monks on the field fell down.

Murong Lian struggled to resist the black shadow warriors, she was able to beat a hundred with one, but there were so many black shadow warriors on the field, it was useless for her alone.

She caught a glimpse of Tian Hua's back from the corner of her eye, and called out for help: "Young Master Tian, ​​I hope you can help me out, and the Zhaixing Tower will definitely thank you!"

Tian Hua stood on a high place, watching the farce with a comfortable expression.

Limbs flew horizontally, blood splattered everywhere, and screamed again and again.

so touching.

Hearing Murong Lianxin's voice, he turned around while shaking his fan.

Murong Lianxin knew Jiang Wuwang, so when she saw Tian Hua's face, she yelled in disbelief: "Impossible! He obviously..."

Distracted for a moment, the black shadow warrior's blade pierced Murong Lianxin's body, she staggered, and then fell to the ground.

The monk with the highest cultivation level on the field was dealt with, and the others lost their backbone and were defeated one by one.

The black shadow warrior knelt down on one knee towards Tian Hua, and said in an emotionless voice, "Welcome the ten prison masters back!"

All of a sudden, the sound resounded throughout the Star Picking Building.

Among the six sects of the righteous way, Penglai Xian hates evil like a vengeful enemy and is a strong enemy of the evil way.

Shangyanzong, Baiyujing, Lianhuawu and Posuomen in front cannot be provoked at will, only this star picking tower.

The strength of the Zhaxing Building is the lowest, and it is extremely pushy. A Zhaxing Conference will be broadcast live within the six sects.

However, this is the best choice for announcing the return of the Demon Dao to the Righteous Dao.

Using Huapi Gongzi Tian Hua to pretend to be Jiang Wuwang, and using the name of the ten prison masters to make Zhengdao dare not act rashly.

"Today——" Tian Hua looked around, seeing all the fallen monks, "Bloodwashing the Zhaixing Building, announcing the return of the Demon Dao."

As soon as the words fell, Tian Hua found an unusually prominent person among a group of people who fell or knelt down.

For some reason, the black shadow warrior deliberately avoided Jiang Yiyi when he was mopping up.

At this time, he supported Zhou Siwei, stood among the broken walls, and looked at Tian Hua's disguised face.

Tian Hua was terrified when he saw it, and instructed the black shadow warrior to subdue Jiang Yi.

But the shadow warrior seemed to be afraid of something, so he didn't dare to go forward.

What's even more strange is that Jiang Yili didn't take the opportunity to escape, but supported Zhou Siwei, leaned over and kissed his lips.

There was a loud and clear phoenix cry in the distance.

The landlord who picked up the stars came late, she saw a pile of corpses lying all over the field, and she didn't even blink her eyes, obviously she didn't care about the life and death of such a person.

However, her eyes turned back and forth on the three people on the field.

Zhou Siwei, Tian Hua disguised as Jiang Wuwang, and a person he didn't know.

Is this... a love triangle?