Villain [Rebirth]

Chapter 73

Song Qi did not follow Jiang Cifeng, but flew all the way to the top of Longyin Mountain with Sirius.

Under the moonlight, Longyin Villa was empty and hazy. Song Qi didn't dare to be careless. He summoned a group of birds and searched the inside and outside of the villa. After confirming that there was no trace of anyone, he swooped in and searched at a low altitude.

At the same time, Jiang Cifeng had already led the disciples of the Yueyan Sect to catch up with Elder Yang to the middle of the mountain.

The people holding the torches were stunned by the scene on the mountain——

The black walking corpses were all wearing the same Taoist uniforms as them. The faces of the corpses seemed familiar, and the cloudy eyes were opened, but they were out of focus, and they attacked everyone numbly.

After recognizing that the group of walking corpses were all brothers from the same sect, the morale of everyone fell to the bottom. Only Elder Yang in the distance was still swinging his sword to fight off the walking corpses.

"Suppress the soul and surpass it!" Jiang Cifeng ordered.

When everyone came back to their senses, they immediately held back their grief and joined forces to form a formation, attacking from three sides, and soon forced the walking corpse to the center of the battle formation.

This group of walking corpses is controlled by who knows, and the resentment is too heavy. If you want to suppress it quickly, you need to disperse the souls, and then gather and reunite.

But if you do this, there is a danger of your soul flying away. They are all brothers in the same sect, so naturally all the disciples can't do anything. They force the walking corpse into the soul suppressing circle, and no one will do anything. They are all waiting for the young master to make a decision.

Jiang Cifeng understood the minds of his brothers and sisters, and he also wanted to save the souls of the dead on the spot and let the dead rest in peace.

However, the number of walking corpses is so large that it is impossible to save them all in a short time, and a lot of combat power will be consumed. I don't know if the Demon Lord is still waiting for an opportunity to attack.

"Now is not the time to be softhearted."

A weak familiar voice came from beside him.

Jiang Cifeng glanced sideways, and saw Ling Ziyi being held by Elder Yang and walking beside him, his body was covered in blood, and for some reason he was still hanging on his breath.

"If you don't break up this group of walking corpses, the Demon Lord will definitely manipulate them to kill you all." Ling Ziyi warned Jiang Cifeng.

Jiang Cifeng sarcastically said, "This sounds like the result of your dreams."

Ling Ziyi snorted coldly, but then coughed, raised his head slightly with difficulty, and looked at Jiang Cifeng: "I just want to ruin your reputation and regret and blame yourself. Why did I kill you all? What's the point of that, it's cheaper for you."

"What about now? Are you planning to become a Buddha immediately?"

"That's not true." Ling Ziyi smiled at Jiang Cifeng like a rascal, "I just want to make a deal with the young master."

"You said."

"Let me have a few words with Song Huaixu, and I can tell you about one of the Demon Lord's weaknesses."

"Don't make a deal either. If you want to get on my boat, help me kill that guy with all your strength. If he has any weaknesses, tell him quickly. If I win, everything is easy to talk about. If I lose, you will probably have to be buried with him."

Ling Ziyi smiled wryly: "That's true."

Elder Yang said anxiously: "What's the weakness of the devil?"

Ling Ziyi swallowed, and said in a low voice: "The old man is about to cross the catastrophe in the near future, and he can't take too many lives in his hands. He showed his feet tonight, and he will definitely not let you go, but he can't kill so many people with his own hands, so he must He will use walking corpses to kill other people." He looked up at Jiang Cifeng: "Then kill you with my own hands."

"Why does this weakness sound so weak?"

"Assemble disciples immediately to cover you and kill the top of Longyin Mountain. With your cultivation, it is enough to open the chaotic gap, let Jiang Duyun come out, and deal with the Demon Lord together."

"Young Master!" The disciples who surrounded the walking corpses in the distance shouted eagerly.

The three turned their heads and found that the walking corpse showed signs of increasing resentment.

"The Demon Lord is about to attack." Ling Ziyi panted, "Quickly order to disperse the corpses and souls immediately, otherwise everyone here will be buried in Longyin Mountain."

Elder Yang couldn't bear it: "Young master, I will protect you to go up the mountain, and let the disciples stay here to suppress the souls of the dead..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Cifeng's figure flashed, he took a step sideways, and struck back with his backhand. The sword light in mid-air struck with a purple air, and the wave of air that opened hit him head-on——

Elder Yang immediately picked up Ling Ziyi and jumped to avoid it. A group of purple shadows in the distance had already fought with Jiang Cifeng.

"Quickly order the disciples to break up the souls of the walking corpses!" Ling Ziyi urged Elder Yang eagerly.

Elder Yang didn't agree, he let Ling Ziyi out of the battle circle, he raised his sword and stepped forward to support the young master.

Sure enough, the walking corpses in the soul-suppressing circle exploded with resentment at this time, defeating the town-suppressing circle!

These walking corpses were the elites of the Moon Flame Sect before they were alive, but at this moment they seemed to have used their former cultivation skills and quickly turned the tide of the battle.

Ling Ziyi knew that this group of constant idiots were powerless, so he didn't care about the life and death of everyone, and forced himself up, trying to take advantage of the chaos and escape down the mountain to see Song Huaixu, but suddenly he heard Elder Yang's painful cry from behind——

Ling Ziyi stopped in his footsteps, lowered his head and panted slightly, hesitated for a moment, cursed "Damn" in a low voice, and turned to look for Elder Yang.

Jiang Cifeng was protected by the swirling airflow and was still attacking violently, but Elder Yang was completely suppressed by the demon's erratic movements.

"Elder, go and help the disciples stop the walking corpse!" Jiang Cifeng once again persuaded Elder Yang to get out of the battle, and at the same time felt a strong wind coming from his side, and immediately swept away with his backhand.

When the sword qi touched the enemy, the purple shadow flinched. Jiang Cifeng was about to pursue him, but found the figure of the Demon Lord a few meters away from the other end.

"Ling Ziyi!" Jiang Cifeng gritted his teeth and asked, "Why is this guy so fast?"

Ling Ziyi supported a big tree, took a deep breath, and shouted at the battle formation: "How do I know? Be careful, what you see may not be his real body!"

Jiang Cifeng resisted the devil's ever-changing surprise attack, and complained angrily: "You don't even know his details, so you dare to join forces with him?"

"Concentrate!" Ling Ziyi reminded: "Listen to his position with your ears."

"Do you need to say it?" Jiang Cifeng had just noticed that the old man's figure was tricky, and now he had already guessed that what he saw with his eyes might be just an illusion.

Could it be that this old man also knows his streamer phantom technique?

This is impossible, and Mozun is not a child of the Jiang family, so he cannot manipulate Qi.

Jiang Cifeng didn't think too much, and concentrated on manipulating the surrounding airflow.

The phantom couldn't confuse him at all, and Jiang Cifeng could lock the opponent's real body position just by changing the airflow.

With a way to deal with it, Jiang Cifeng quickly clarified his target, and the sword blade missed Mozun several times.

Obviously feeling that the opponent was at a disadvantage and could not give Mozun a chance to breathe, Jiang Cifeng used the streamer phantom technique to separate three phantoms and attack the Mozun's real body at the same time.

The purple light exploded!

Jiang Cifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt that the tip of the sword had broken a hard object——

Mozun's mask was cut in half and fell to the ground.

Jiang Cifeng cut through Ziqi with a sword light, and stabbed at the Demon Lord's vital point. From a short distance away, seeing the face of the man behind Ziqi clearly, he stopped the attack in horror.

Taking advantage of his panic, Mozun dodged the fatal blow.

Jiang Cifeng was horrified, and murmured: "Reverse Soul Formation?"

He quickly used the method of breaking the formation, but everything in front of him remained unchanged.

This is not hallucination at all.

That Demon Lord has the same face as Jiang Duyun!

"Cifeng, your swordsmanship has improved a lot." Mozun stood a few steps away and sneered at Jiang Cifeng: "I am very pleased to be my father."

Jiang Cifeng was stunned by this sudden turn of events!

Elder Yang, who was not far away, came back to his senses first, and hurriedly shouted: "Young master, don't fall for it! This devil can't be the head of Jiang! The origin of his skills is completely inconsistent!"

Jiang Cifeng also recovered from the horror, and was about to continue to attack, but saw the Demon Lord with Jiang Duyun's face stretching his finger to the west, with an urgent expression: "Don't go save your mother yet!"

Although he knew that this was a plot to attack the west, but such a sentence made Jiang Cifeng look west anxiously, and actually saw his mother standing among the group of walking corpses, and a sect disciple was slashing at her with a sword!

"Don't look!" Ling Ziyi came back to his senses, and hastily reminded: "Illusion! This old man knows illusion! You don't need the blessing of the reverse soul array!"

At this moment, Ling Ziyi had fully understood that the Mozun had asked him to take the blood of Yumian Shura earlier, but he could not harm Yumian Shura's life.

Ling Ziyi didn't know why, but later learned that the blood of Yumian Shura could make the soul-reversing array create an illusion that was no different from reality.

Mozun only taught him this strange technique, but didn't tell him why the blood of Jade Faced Shura was useful.

From the looks of it now, the jade-faced Shura is likely to be the illegitimate son of the Demon Lord, who inherited his ability and illusion talent!

"Phantom Blood Race..." Elder Yang's eyes were about to split open, and he suddenly shouted at Mozun: "You are the ancestor of the Duan family!"

Mozun sneered and didn't answer.

Jiang Cifeng was shocked.

Regarding the rumors of the phantom blood race, he had heard his father say it, but he never thought that he would witness it with his own eyes.

These rumors are already stories from thousands of years ago.

As one of the ancestors of Xianmen, Duan also had his unique talent thousands of years ago.

At that time, the direct descendants of the Duan family were called the Phantom Blood Clan. They could not only create hallucinations, but also manipulate the consciousness of living beings.

However, the ancestors of the Duan family took the wrong path. Instead, they used their talents to create resentful walking corpses, trying to make all mortal beings slaves of the Duan family.

About 900 years ago, the Duan family was condemned by the heavens, and the descendants were deprived of their talent and blood, and the sinful Sect Master Duan was also sentenced to death.

It stands to reason that the Duan family with phantom blood talent no longer exists in the world.

But what is the origin of this Demon Lord?

"The Duan family?" Ling Ziyi didn't know the secrets of the ancestors of the Duan family. Hearing Elder Yang's words, he was horrified and furious. He stared straight at the face of Jiang Duyun, Mozun, and growled, "Who are you!"

"Who do you think I look like?" The Demon Lord's face seemed to emit a faint halo, and his facial features changed in a blink of an eye, turning into a beautiful girl. ?”

Ling Ziyi gasped!

The Mozun turned into the appearance of his third sister!

"Don't you remember me?" The girl smiled shyly at Ling Ziyi, and said innocently, "That idiot Song Huaixu thought I was raped by the Jinren General, but I didn't know I did it voluntarily!"

"You fart!" Ling Ziyi suddenly drew his sword out of unknown strength, and approached the battle circle with heavy steps.

"Don't come here!" Elder Yang hurriedly reminded Ling Ziyi not to fall into the trap.

The girl-like phantom still smiled and looked at Ling Ziyi: "I'm not lying, I have a protective amulet set by Song Huaixu on my body, if I don't want to, how can mortals force me? The only one to blame is the golden general. I have to be like Song Huaixu, asking my family to admit the wrong person, hateful, so angry that my family can only seek death..."

Ling Ziyi suddenly opened his eyes!

All fog has been blown away.

No wonder the third sister was bullied by the group of golden generals. It turned out that it was the thief named Duan who used illusion to transform the general into Song Huaixu's appearance, making the third sister obey, and then revealed his true colors afterwards, which forced him to death. Third sister!

At that time, Song Huaixu used his divine sense to spy on the soul of the third sister, and found out the face of the assailant, and then chased and killed the golden general, and finally found his enemy in Fenghui Valley.

"I don't know why." Song Huaixu once responded to Xianmen's question in this way: "At that time, there were thousands of gold soldiers in Fenghuigu. I looked at each of them carefully, and they all looked like animals. Maybe they were in a hurry. I killed everyone on impulse, I am willing to take the responsibility, but Yaoguang is innocent."

It turned out that it wasn't Song Huaixu who killed people impulsively and impulsively, but the Demon Lord manipulated behind the scenes, infinitely magnifying Song Huaixu's resentment.

When Song Huaixu went crazy, everyone's faces turned into generals who raped the princess, which caused Song Huaixu to lose control of his consciousness and start killing.

It turned out that from the very beginning, Song Huaixu had fallen into the trap set by the Duan family.

Suddenly, Ling Ziyi's eyes burst into red, he let out a roar, and raised his sword to kill the Demon Lord!

"Ziyi! You can't let him control your anger!"

As soon as Elder Yang finished speaking, Jiang Cifeng saw Ling Ziyi flying towards him with a sword, and hurriedly waved his sword to block it, and said angrily, "Are you blind?"

"Young master, his mind is controlled by the phantom blood clan!" Elder Yang hurried forward to help fend off the out-of-control Ling Ziyi, then turned to Jiang Cifeng and said: "The demon king is a descendant of the phantom blood clan, we are not his opponents, you must not Get angry! Phantom Blood Race can magnify emotions, hurry up the mountain and release the head, otherwise we will all be reduced to walking corpses!"

Although Ling Ziyi couldn't contain his resentment at this moment, he could still hear the words around him. He knew that he had been controlled by the hallucination, so he had to suppress his anger and stop attacking, so as not to accidentally injure Elder Yang and Jiang Cifeng.

Jiang Cifeng didn't have any emotions about the past, and his surprise far exceeded his anger at the moment, so his mind was not controlled by the Demon Lord.

He knew that he couldn't love to fight, so he obeyed Elder Yang's instructions, ordered his disciples to disperse the souls of the corpses immediately, and fled towards the mountain top by himself.

"Why? The eldest son of the majestic Jiang family will admit his love one day?" The demon's voice like a withered leaf came from next to his ear: "For thousands of years, you have ignored Duan's family, so why don't you now?" Dare to compete with the old man?"

Jiang Cifeng didn't listen to his provocation, and rushed towards the top of the mountain with all his strength.

The phantom blood talent is an extremely dangerous and sinister ability, and anyone who is caught in the slightest mood swing will be completely manipulated by it.

"If my Duan family hadn't been punished by heaven, how could your Jiang and Song families have a place on the top of the fairy gate? Even if you call your father's old dog to help, it won't help. Your Jiang family is only worthy of carrying shoes for this old man."

Jiang Cifeng had uncontrollable mood swings, the snow scene in front of him suddenly began to shake, and the ground broke apart!

Knowing that all of this is an illusion, he cast a spell to seal his hearing, but the voice of the demon king can still be transmitted directly to his brain.

Jiang Cifeng closed his eyes, regardless of the broken cliff in front of him, judged the direction only by feeling, and continued to rush towards the top of the mountain.

The airflow on his side was suddenly pierced by force, Jiang Cifeng immediately dodged sideways, counterattacked with a backhand,

what happened?Is it hallucination?It is impossible for Mozun to get rid of Elder Yang's restraint so quickly.

However, the purple air piercing through the air around him was not false, Jiang Cifeng dared not ignore it, if it was not an illusion, if he did not resist, there would be only a dead end.

"Why did Jiang Duyun give birth to such a waste like you? You only know how to run away?"

Jiang Cifeng frowned, paying attention to the changes in the airflow around him.

If Elder Yang failed to restrain the Demon Lord, even if he fled all the way to the top of the mountain, he would not be able to open the chaotic gap under the interference of the Demon Lord.

He must confront the Demon Lord.

As long as the consciousness is not controlled, the Jiang family's air flow talent can restrain the phantom blood talent, because the hallucinations seen by the eyes do not bother Jiang Cifeng much. As long as the consciousness is clear, he can perceive the real body of the demon king with the air flow.

However, emotions are not completely calm if you want to control them. Mozun's constant provocations made Jiang Cifeng more irritable, and his anger was magnified.

Surrounded by hallucinations of ice arrows attacking from heaven and earth, he could only close his eyes and use the airflow to perceive the real danger.

However, this kind of battle was too passive. The demon king manipulated the mountains and rocks, constantly consuming Jiang Cifeng's combat power, and took the opportunity to launch a fatal attack himself.

Jiang Cifeng could only resist every attack with all his strength, gradually losing ground.

Mozun's cold laughter came from the ear again: "Jiang Cifeng, you kneel down and kowtow three times, the old man can keep your whole body. After the matter is over, the old man will send your mother and sister down to see you, how about it?"

Jiang Cifeng clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, trying his best to control his mind so as not to lose control, but he was less careful about his surroundings. He was suddenly hit by a burst of purple light in his chest.

"Why? Don't you kowtow? Look at your handsome face, you must be very good-looking, right? Then the old man has to have fun with her for a while, and then send her to the underworld to see you."

Jiang Cifeng gritted his teeth, but still couldn't control his emotions, he suddenly opened his eyes!

"Boom" a deafening thunder, awakening the out-of-control Jiang Cifeng.

Jiang Cifeng looked up at the night sky, and saw the figures of Feilong and Song Qi under the silver moon, swooping towards him like arrows.

"Jiang!"

"Don't come here!" Jiang Cifeng yelled into the air: "Use the thunder to remind me of the location of the Demon Lord's real body!"

Song Qi immediately let Sirius fly back to the sky, calmed down, and observed the battle situation.

In the process of flying close just now, he found that Jiang had been resisting the surrounding attacks, but he never attacked the strange figure nearby. It turned out that it was because he could not find the opponent's real body position!

Song Qigang rushed out of the battle situation, and didn't know what the Demon Lord was capable of, but he didn't attack Jiang when he was cornered.

He knew in his heart that he should not underestimate the enemy, so he followed Jiang's order and asked the Sirius to send down thunder from a long distance to chase after the figure of the Demon Lord.

No matter what kind of talent it is, it has a certain range of control. The farthest is Song Qi's divine sense range, which can sense birds within a radius of five miles, and Jiang's airflow control control radius is also as long as two miles.

The phantom blood talent of the ancestors of the Duan family, the control range is between the Song family and the Jiang family, about three miles away, and the farther the distance is, the weaker the control power is, so Song Qi who is at a high altitude is hardly affected by hallucinations and can clearly see judge the location of the Demon Lord.

But at such a distance, Sirius' lightning strikes were not accurate enough, and the demon king dodged them several times.

However, the location of the lightning strike exposed the location where the Demon Lord fled. Jiang Cifeng immediately manipulated the airflow and attacked with all his strength in the direction of the lightning strike trajectory!

Once the Jiang and Song families work together, it will be Duan's nightmare.

Mozun knew that the situation was unfavorable, so he immediately concentrated the power of phantom blood towards Song Qi in the sky, disturbing the flying dragon's mind, and took the opportunity to fly away.

However, after leaving the battle circle, Mozun unexpectedly found that there seemed to be an invisible barrier around him, which he couldn't break through no matter what!

"Dog thief, where do you want to go? You don't want this remnant soul on me?"

Hearing Ling Ziyi's voice, Mo Zun turned his head, and saw Ling Ziyi staggering towards him, his face was so pale that he was no longer alive, and there was a Soul Sealing Nail stuck in his heart.

"You beast! Do you want to court death so much?" Mozun's expression changed in horror!

Ling Ziyi actually sealed the remnant soul of the Demon Lord that he had borrowed.

As long as Ling Ziyi still has breath, Mozun's real body will not be within one mile of the remnant soul.

Ling Ziyi turned his head to look at Jiang Cifeng who was chasing him, and shouted vigorously: "What are you waiting for? Put on a twin sword formation!"

Jiang Cifeng looked at the dying Ling Ziyi, and said contemptuously, "Can you do it?"

Ling Ziyi sneered, and with all his strength, he raised his sword and rushed towards the Demon Lord!

Jiang Cifeng immediately cooperated to set up the formation, and the two of them simultaneously executed tactics, attacking from both sides, and roared in unison: "Wan——jian—gui——zong——"

In an instant, countless golden lights burst out from the eyes of the Demon Lord!

The night is as bright as day.

The airflow condensed into countless golden ice arrows, and with a strong wind, they shot towards the Demon Lord in the center of the formation!

A burst of strong light scattered with air waves, the valley trembled, and snowflakes splashed everywhere.

The surrounding illusions collapsed layer by layer, and the night gradually returned to darkness and silence.

Mozun, who was bleeding profusely, was still standing in the center of the battle formation, looking coldly at the two young men in front of him.

He took a step slowly, and Jiang Ling and the two immediately raised their swords to guard against it.

The next moment, a thunderbolt hit the Demon Lord on the head!

After the roar, there was a muffled "plop", and the demon king fell straight on the snow, and everything returned to tranquility.

Song Qi and Sirius, who finally hit the demon king, swooped down: "Jiang! Is he dead!"

Jiang Cifeng turned his head to look at Song Qi, and just about to speak, he heard another muffled sound beside him.

Song Qi stepped forward first, looked at Ling Ziyi who was lying on the ground, and reluctantly asked in a low voice: "Shall we save him?"

"It can't be saved." Jiang Cifeng also turned to look at Ling Ziyi on the ground, and said with some regret: "The demon king is dead, and the remnant soul that continued his life is gone. He can't last long, and Nangong can't save him either." he."

Ling Ziyi no longer had the strength to move at this moment, only a pair of eyes were still open, staring at Jiang Cifeng, as if he had something on his mind.

For the sake of helping him kill the enemy, Jiang Cifeng leaned over and carried Ling Ziyi on his shoulders, and said to Song Qi: "Can I ask Sirius to send him down the mountain? He wants to see Song Huaixu."

The walking corpses at the foot of the mountain were not under the control of the Demon Lord, and fell to the ground in disorder. Elder Yang was leading his disciples to transcend the souls of the dead.

Song Qi flew down the mountain with Jiang and Ling Ziyi.

At the foot of the mountain, Ling Ziyi couldn't even open his eyes, and lay down beside the rock with his head down, without breath or heartbeat.

Jiang Cifeng still asked Nangong to take out the yin and yang umbrella, released Song Huaixu, and brought it to Ling Ziyi.

"Who is he?" Looking at Ling Ziyi covered in blood, Song Huaixu looked blank.

He actually still remembered what Zhao Mofei looked like when he was thirteen or fifteen years old, but he didn't know Ling Ziyi's skin.

Ling Ziyi, who was leaning on the rock, heard Song Huaixu's voice, moved his eyelashes slightly, opened his eyes, raised his head stiffly, and looked at Song Huaixu.

"He's seriously injured." Song Huaixu was startled by the person swindling the corpse in front of him, and asked suspiciously, "Aren't you going to save him?"

"National teacher..." Ling Ziyi opened his mouth, and blood foam kept overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

"You know me?" Song Huaixu stared at the dying man in surprise: "Who are you?"

Jiang Cifeng saw that the dying former prince was unable to explain, so he answered for him: "He is the former..."

"My name is Ling Ziyi." The dying prince of the former dynasty finally gave up his powerless self in his previous life, and met the national teacher with a new identity: "I am... one of the seven sons of the Moon Flame Sect..."

Song Huaixu raised his eyebrows and looked at the young elder carefully: "I seem to have seen you before."

Ling Ziyi looked at Song Huaixu hungrily, exhausted his last strength, and asked for credit: "I have avenged... the third princess..."

Song Huaixu tilted his head to look at him, and asked blankly, "Who is the third princess?"

Ling Ziyi suddenly opened his eyes wide, his lips trembled, he could no longer speak a word, and his gaze gradually became distracted.

Just before death, a relieved smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he lowered his head weakly.

It turned out that the stupid national teacher was no longer in pain.

I can finally... rest.