From the beginning, he was wrong.

Yiqiē has developed in an uncontrollable direction, and the person who really betrayed him was not Li Zhao, but his personal disciple Lin Jing.

So, just like Lin Jing asked, who are you waiting for?

Obviously, no one will know, and no one will come to take him away.

Gu Ziyan looked at the few people who came out from behind Lin Jing with blank eyes, all of them were familiar faces, and Xuan Huai was also among them.

"Lin Jing, have I ever treated you badly over the years?"

Lin Jing responded to him with a contemptuous smile: "That's right, you really want to be a good master everywhere for so many years, but do you think I don't know, how partial you are in private?" If it weren't for your private teaching, how dare that kid from Lizhao provoke me, and how could he have the strength to seriously injure me and make me a joke for the entire Qingying Sect. ”

"Obviously, I am your personal disciple!"

When Gu Ziyan heard this, he opened his lips, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

He didn't know what was going on, and it would make Lin Jing think that he had been favoring Li Zhao for so many years? He is usually so cold to Li Zhao according to the plot, and he has never taught a single exercise, has he been eaten!

Closing his eyes and suppressing the blood and gas tumbling in his throat, Gu Ziyan didn't want to say more.

Holding back the feeling of powerlessness that spread all over his body, Gu Ziyan stood up leaning on the boulder behind him, holding the mottled long sword with a broken blade in his hand - whether he could escape this time or not, he would not satisfy the people in front of him.

At this moment, his cultivation aura has dissipated ninety percent, and the system as the last guarantee has no response, but the game skills that were bound to him at the beginning are still there.

Usually, as his identity as the Demon Venerable of the Qingying Sect, he is not suitable for showing these skills, so he has not used them.

Although the power of these skills is related to his own cultivation, and the current situation does not allow him to escape, but because of the particularity of some skills, they can cause the greatest damage to these people in front of him in a short period of time.

It's been a long time since I've used these skills, but Gu Ziyan is still familiar with them.

A pale blue oval barrier rose around his body, and he pointed the broken sword in his hand at the former senior disciple, and slightly turned sideways to shoot out a blue arc of light.

-- Sitting and forgetting selflessness, the two instruments are transformed.

"Hmph, Trapped Beast Fight." Xuan Huai, who was full of hatred on his face, took out his sword to block this arc of light, and waved his hand behind him, "Everyone, this demon is already at the end of the crossbow. Everyone has grievances and revenge. ”

Everyone responded and rushed to where Gu Ziyan was.

It's just that when they stepped within ten feet of Gu Ziyan's body, they felt an abnormality at the same time - behind Gu Ziyan, a sword composed of spiritual power was half-inserted into the ground, spreading out a circular aura.

This aura is very inconspicuous, and it is difficult to detect unless you step into it.

Lin Jing was the first to realize that something was wrong, after all, among these people, he knew Gu Ziyan the best. His former master may have hidden a hand...... Thinking of this, he immediately wanted to pull out.

But it was too late.

――The flying sword is full of potential, giving birth to Taiji.

The moment they entered this ten-foot aura, everyone clearly felt that all their movements suddenly slowed down a lot, as if time had been slowed down at all.

Seizing this moment, Gu Ziyan interrupted the sword and made two moves in a row. Different from the red flame in the past, the sword qi at this time was like water and blue, all of which were moves that the forest realm had never seen before.

The two people with lower cultivation had already been knocked away by this sword qi and landed in the woods in the distance.

Seeing that the people around him were shaken, Xuan Huai shouted: "Don't be deceived by this devil, his dantian was destroyed, and he won't last long at all!" ”

Maybe it was inspired by this sentence, or maybe it was because the past was too deep and resentful, and the rest of the people rushed up with all their might after a short period of hesitation!

For a while, the light of the sword light magic weapon almost drowned Gu Ziyan in it.

His face was pale, but his expression did not flinch in the slightest. Closing his eyes and placing the sword on his chest, he opened and closed his lips and said silently:

-- Xuanjian turned into a new force, and the mountains and rivers were towned.

-- Purple clouds and clouds, like the sun coming from the east.

Another long sword forged by spiritual power fell, and this sword was overflowing with brilliance, and the moment it landed, it aroused several sword qi, and its potential seemed to be able to guard the mountains and rivers in all directions.

Within the aura of Zhenshanhe, all the magic weapons and blades failed to leave a trace on Gu Ziyan's body. On the contrary, Gu Ziyan, under the support of the purple qi around his body, made one move after another, killing a splash of blood.

He could clearly feel the burning pain in the dantian, although this move of purple qi from the east could increase the power of his sword move several times, but it was extremely depleting of spiritual power. I believe that soon, the only spiritual power he has left will be exhausted.

But so what? Anyway, the injury-free effect of Zhenshan River is only eight breaths.

Flesh and blood splattered, and wails arose.

In the case that all the spell swords had lost their effect on him, Gu Ziyan was like a killing god, and the broken sword in his hand slashed down with a strong purple qi. Wherever it reaches, the residual value flies sideways, either dead or injured.

Time passes by a millisecond by a second, and the time of eight breaths is actually only a moment.

The long sword forged by the spiritual power immediately collapsed, and at the same time, the last spiritual power in Gu Ziyan's dantian was also burned out by the purple qi.

Eventually, he was exhausted and could no longer support himself.

Lying on his back among the bloodstained grass, Gu Ziyan looked at the dozen or so people around him who were either dead or injured, and suddenly laughed.

In the tearing just now, Lin Jing lost an eye and was already unconscious at this time. And Xuan Huai, who had the best situation among them, was also broken by him by a meridian, and after that, it was difficult to go further on the way to cultivating immortals.

Enough, Gu Ziyan closed his eyes, not wanting to see his ending again.

Now he is not even as good as an ordinary mortal, he is simply the fish on the case.

Covered by shadows in front of him, Gu Ziyan's ears came with Xuan Huai's smug laughter and foul language from the remnants.

The meridians were broken, and the spiritual roots were torn.

Broken tendons and bones, gouging out eyes and throats.

Maybe because it was too painful, Gu Ziyan couldn't feel anything anymore, but there was a feeling of soul out of the body, as if he was in another world.

If you think about it carefully, the qiē that is being staged is actually just an advance of the original ending.

In a trance, Gu Ziyan suddenly heard an incompatible sound from the depths of his consciousness, "Ding Dong-"

【Hello! The main system has been upgraded, and you are welcome to use it again. 】

Suddenly, all the pain came like a tidal wave, and when it receded, it disappeared in an instant. Gu Ziyan lowered his head and stretched out his hand blankly, looking at the fading color on his palm, and found that his current appearance was like a phantom illusion.

It's not that he hasn't experienced such a situation, after reaching the out-of-body realm, after manipulating the primordial spirit to leave the body, this is the case.

[In view of your current situation, the system will re-select the body for you.] 】

[Merging the Genshin, please be patient.] 】

The white light flashed in front of him, making Gu Ziyan feel a sense of weightlessness like a fall.

The system took his meta-soul out of here, so he missed something.

A few...... Probably not a very important thing.

Under the barren mountain cliff, Xuan Huai and the people who had vented their hatred left, taking away the Qiankun ring on Gu Ziyan's corpse, as well as several superb magic weapons.

At the same time, the only messenger bird that escaped from the forest realm, Li Zhao and the others brought from the Qing Ming Sect, met this group of people under the cliff. Seeing the tragic condition of Gu Ziyan's dead body, there was another fierce battle between the two groups of people.

Because Xuan Huai and the others were injured in Gu Ziyan's hands before, and the Qingying Sect had a large number of people, they didn't want to entangle too much and fled separately.

In a panic, he was taken away by Lizhao.

After that, the rest of the people returned first.

Came to the place where Gu Ziyan died alone, among the verdant grasslands, stained with blood, which was unbearable to look at. The person who had spoken to Li Zhao early this morning and had taken the Red Lotus from him was left with a broken and cold body.

Li Zhao knelt down on one knee beside him, his face was a little dazed, and he stretched out his hand as if to caress Gu Ziyan's empty eyes. But the moment it touched the pale skin, a cluster of red flames ignited.

The flames spread rapidly, engulfing Gu Ziyan's remnants entirely.

Nothing was left behind.

Li Zhao's body was shocked, and he finally knelt down on his knees, kowtowed three times, and then left in silence.

The silent cliff was restored, and soon after, an uninvited guest was ushered in.

Everywhere he could be, there was a cloud of snow and ice.

He paused for a long time where the blood had been infested, and finally picked up a mottled broken sword from among the blood-stained grass.

Between the cold eyebrows of the past, it seems to be puzzled and guilty.

Like a demon.

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[Author's Message]:

Hello everyone, as of today, it has been months since Prisim has spoken

So I secretly rubbed myself and wrote an article to amuse myself

The protagonist is our domineering and cool Lord Mozun, as for the direction of the plot...... You get the idea

Finally, let me howl: Since ancient times, good and evil have been in the future, and the demon is a proper recipient!

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