Master is dedicated to playing the villain

Chapter 62 Dark Flame

You said, who is he?

Xia Churan looked at the shocked expression of the other party, "I just had a flash of inspiration." When he said it, he tentatively said, "Have you heard it?"

Qiu Wanxuan was suddenly upset, this was a move he created in his previous life, and he only taught it to his two apprentices, why did Xia Churan know about it?

Coincidence?

After all, this word is not too special, and the other party has never said that it is a sword name.

Xia Churan is the protagonist in this world, and it is impossible for him to have anything to do with his previous life.

He looked at the stars and golden light around him, the light and rain, it was indeed a good description for the scene in front of him, it must be a coincidence.He soothed himself so much that he shook his head, "It just sounds nice."

The light in Xia Churan's eyes dimmed a little after this sentence, and he hummed.

He looked at Qiu Wanxuan and thought to himself, did I know you a long time ago?

At this time, the people at the blessing ceremony began to gradually disperse, Xia Churan said: "There will be a market after the ceremony, let's go and see it?"

Qiu Wanxuan nodded, and she was held by the other party, and followed the flow of people towards the market.

He looked at the back holding him in front of him, the root of the high ponytail was tied with a black crown, a hairpin passed through the crown, and the long tail of hair was swaying slightly at the narrow back of his waist.

As if sensing his gaze, the other party turned his head and looked at him softly.

I don't know if it was affected by the "sudden light and light rain" just now, the moment Xia Churan looked back, he suddenly felt a little dazed, as if he saw the former Aran, that person also turned around like this, calling his teacher respect.

Seeing him in a daze, Xia Churan turned his face slightly, "What's wrong?"

Qiu Wanxuan shook her head, "It's nothing." He didn't have much deep impression of his previous life, let alone nostalgia, for some reason he remembered someone he hadn't thought of for a long time.

Someone was setting off river lanterns on the bank, and a large number of lights flowed down with the flowing water. They climbed up the steps along the stone road, and there were noises and hawking in their ears.

Xia Churan turned his eyes and saw a shop, so he pulled him forward.

It was a sugar shop.

Xia Churan's fingertips brushed over the sugar figurines hanging all over the pavement. Among all kinds of birds and beasts, she picked out a fox-shaped one and handed it to Qiu Wanxuan.

"Does it look like you?"

Qiu Wanxuan frowned, looked down at the fox tail that had moved around in front of her, glanced at the sugar figure, picked up a big wolf dog and handed it to him, "This one looks like you."

Xia Churan raised her eyebrows, "Even if I pretend to be a wolf, this is a dog."

Qiu Wanxuan hehe, "Wolf or dog, it's almost the same."

Xia Churan looked at him, and let out a soft breath, as if laughing.

This is the second time the other party laughed today.

Is it funny?

Xia Churan pointed at a dragon-shaped sugar figurine, "But I am a dragon."

Qiu Wanxuan was not convinced, "But I think you look like a big wolf dog."

He suddenly remembered that this kid still looked like a young dragon, the little black snake was always blinking at him with its beautiful mung bean eyes, and it was very clingy, always wrapping around him.

Recently, this big black dragon who has grown up has also started to cling to him for no reason.

But dragons are born with aloofness.

After thinking about it, this kid is more like a big dog, how can he look like a dragon?

At this time, Xia Churan glanced at the dazzling array of sugar figures in the store, and looked away, "I always had a vague impression when I was a child, there was a fairy wearing a silver crown, who led me to walk in a market like this. As long as he is not happy, he will coax me with a sugar figurine."

"I can't always remember his appearance. Even now, all my childhood memories have been restored, but that person is just a vague shadow."

Xia Churan looked over when he was talking, and Qiu Wanxuan was looked at like this, and his heart was full of anxiety and inexplicable expectations.

Then I heard Xia Churan say again: "Later, I found out that a person is very similar to him."

"It's not like, it's exactly the same."

Qiu Wanxuan involuntarily clenched her sleeves.

He finally understood.

Xia Churan loves him because he is like a fairy brother.Although he is a fairy brother.

What is this called?

Bai Xuan is Qiu Wanxuan's substitute, and Qiu Wanxuan is the fairy brother's substitute?

Although these three characters are clearly himself, he just feels upset, but why he is upset, he can't say.

Is it because Xia Churan always looked at him as if he was looking at someone else?

He was thinking wildly in his mind, trying his best to keep calm, but he didn't know that his fox ears were moving restlessly, and all of them fell into Xia Churan's eyes.

"You like your teacher because of Brother Immortal..." He forgot that he should first ask who is the person who looks like Brother Immortal before asking this sentence.

After all, the other party didn't say that that person was Shizun at all, but he subconsciously equated it.

"No." Xia Churan deliberately ignored his logical loophole, and interrupted: "Because that person always does things against his will, duplicity, cold face and soft heart."

"He wants to be nice to me, but he doesn't let me know, and he always plays me around. But I think that appearance is really cute."

As soon as these words came out, Qiu Wanxuan rubbed the back of her neck that was starting to get hot, but her face still looked like it had nothing to do with her.

Xia Churan caught this reaction sharply, her pupils flickered slightly, and said again: "Sometimes I think, maybe he wants me to hate him."

Qiu Wanxuan blinked when she heard the words, and asked doubtfully, "Then why didn't you do what he wanted?"

Xia Churan looked at him deeply with scrutiny in his eyes, "Does he really think so?"

Qiu Wanxuan was caught by this gaze, and quickly turned her gaze away, looking elsewhere, "How do I know, I just said it casually."

At this time, there were people coming and going in the market, and from time to time someone passed them by.

Qiu Wanxuan heard someone commenting in a low voice: "Come on, that clip is being played in the square, if it is smashed by believers last night, you won't be able to see it."

A large number of people began to rush in one direction.

With just a few words, Qiu Wanxuan immediately understood something. He was already confused by Xia Churan's words, and now he found a chance to escape, so he changed the subject and said, "Go and see?"

Disappointment flashed in Xia Churan's eyes, and it was fleeting. He looked at Qiu Wanxuan, nodded helplessly, and followed him with the flow of people.

A huge canopy hangs on the square in the city, and Qiu Wanxuan saw the scene from a distance outside the crowd like an iron barrel, and it was he who transcribed it from the instant clock.

Under the sky, someone opened the photo stone, and the picture was projected on the sky.

Who is so bold to play this clip in public without being afraid of being assassinated by the hidden guards of the Pope's Palace all over the Five Realms?

When he sensed the devil's breath deliberately hidden under the demonic aura on that person, he knew in his heart that it should be Yin Zhou's handwriting.No matter how many photo stones he has scattered, with his own strength, it is like a drop of water entering the sea, and it is still a bit slow to wait until the world knows it.

Probably Yin Zhou learned that someone was distributing these photo stones, deliberately accepted them, and ordered people to spread them everywhere.

Yin Zhou and Jiang Jin are at odds with each other, and spies are spread all over the Five Realms, so naturally they don't worry about the revenge and siege of the Pope's Palace.

He turned his head and glanced at Xia Churan, the spies from the demon world were operating under the demon emperor's nose, what would happen to him?

However, Xia Churan was motionless, just staring at the screen, and slowly frowned.

A pair of bright red pupils ignited anger again.

Qiu Wanxuan didn't dare to watch that clip again, but just lowered her head, and didn't even dare to listen to the voice coming from the screen. He kept thinking in his heart that he didn't intend to offend Qiu's father, but he did it as a last resort to overthrow Jiang Jin's rule.

There were gasps of people around.

It took a long time before someone murmured: "It turned out to be true. I have heard of such a thing for a long time. It has been spread everywhere in the Five Realms. Now I have seen it with my own eyes."

Some people couldn't believe their eyes, "Isn't this fake?"

"The Photo Stone can only record pictures in real time, how to forge it?"

"But the fragments from more than 200 years ago, why do they only appear now?"

As soon as this question appeared, it immediately attracted a lot of discussion.

Yeah, if someone was there and recorded it, why wasn't it announced then?This doubt alone is enough for those believers to argue.

When Qiu Wanxuan heard the words, she interjected seemingly unintentionally: "Perhaps the witnesses back then were too angry to speak out because of the power of the Pope, but now because of the battle between the Demon Lord of Yuansui Fish Market and the Pope, he felt overthrown." Jiang Jin had hope, so she decided to spread the evidence."

After the words fell, discussions arose everywhere. "Yes, it must be so!"

Xia Churan turned her head to look at him, her gaze was a complex color he had never seen before, full of surprise and distress.

As soon as the latter word appeared, Qiu Wanxuan was stunned for a moment, why is it distressing?

"But who can record such a scene? I think Qiu's family members are all dead. It can't be the people from the Pope's Palace who did it?"

"Could it be that there are traitors in their Pope's Palace?"

Someone else made a desperate sound of shattered three views: "That's Tianshu, how could this happen, what else can I believe?"

Some people were filled with righteous indignation, "That's the Qiu family who guards the most precious treasure of the immortal way. They can kill as soon as they say it. Even the Qiu family can be wiped out overnight. Isn't everyone in the five realms at risk?"

Compared with the human world and the spiritual world, Tianshu's influence in the demon world is much weaker, so someone shouted on the spot: "What Jiang Jin did is unreasonable, and sooner or later he will be punished!"

While everyone was discussing, the screen was suddenly cut off by a spell, and at the same time, several figures jumped out from the crowd, and the sword light flashed, pointing directly at the demon cultivator in the field.

"You forged a video to slander Your Majesty, your crime is unforgivable!"

Several sword shadows came overwhelmingly, but Moxiu stepped back half a step without fear, and saw a strong light of formation suddenly lit up on the ground, restraining people in an instant, and at the same time, several figures jumped out behind him, coming to the sky in the blink of an eye. Men are bound with chains.

Seeing this, the leader Moxiu smiled and said: "I knew you would come to this trick, and you want to cover your mouth so that no one will say it, right? The good deeds you have done under the Pope's crown have long been known to the five realms, so what's the point of stopping it?" ?”

Qiu Wanxuan suddenly realized that the demon cultivator had obviously come prepared and had already set a trap.

The screen was broadcast in public to expose Jiang Jin's evil deeds, destroying Tianshu's belief was one hand, and it was another hand to lure the spies buried in all walks of life in the Pope's Palace to cut off Jiang Jin's eyeliner.

Such killing two birds with one stone is worthy of Yin Zhou's handwriting.

He could already imagine how furious it would be for the Pope, who was far away in the human world.

After all, seeing the picture being released, they had to stop the Great Wall of Faith that was attacking the Palace of the Pope.But once they make a move, it is easy to fall into the trap that has been set long ago. If they lose a lot of eyeliner, they will gradually lose control of believers from all walks of life. At the same time, their information will be blocked. Once they are attacked, they will be caught off guard.

It's a dilemma.

But in the main city of the demon world, would it be too much to be so grandiose?

Sure enough, Qiu Wanxuan saw dozens of different auras appearing in the crowd, and stared at the arena covetously.Some of them looked towards Xia Churan.

I saw Xia Churan staring at the suppressed spies of the Pope's Palace in the field, and nodded slightly.

Spies from all walks of life know some secrets, and this is the best chance to get information about the Pope's Palace.

The group of people got the order, and they drew their swords and slowly surrounded the field.

In the arena, the pope's palace was crushed by the chains and prostrated on the ground, but they still shouted at the audience: "These are forged by people from the devil world, it is Yin Zhou who wants to slander His Majesty!"

The onlookers either looked indifferent or showed hesitation. After all, the picture was too real. The scene of Father Qiu's self-explosion was so shocking that it was hard to cover it up with the word fake.

The leader, Moxiu, curled his lips and sneered, "The self-explosion scene in the Mahayana realm cannot be faked. Don't you think this is too pale?"

After saying that, the man's eyes flashed, and he sensed a group of demon cultivators approaching him. He exchanged winks with his companions, put their knives into their sheaths, and left the captives to disappear without a trace.

Yao Xiuxiu wanted to catch up, but suddenly stopped his movements. After taking a look at Xia Churan, he got a signal, then nodded slightly, turned to spy on the Pope's palace, and knocked him out before he tried to kill himself, neatly Cleaned up the scene.

Qiu Wanxuan looked at Xia Churan, "Don't you want to chase after him?" But after saying these words, he figured it out again. Could it be that Moxiu was able to act so blatantly in the main city of the demon world without Xia Churan's deliberate connivance?

Let the Demon Realm attract the firepower of the Pope's Palace in the front, and the Demon Realm will wait for the opportunity to move, and the fisherman will benefit.

Thinking of this, Qiu Wanxuan smiled lightly, this kid, is he smart or black-bellied?

However, it coincides with his thoughts.

Xia Churan's face was calm, and he turned to look at him, "Let's go."

As soon as the two returned to the outside of the palace, a powerful magic breath filled the entire palace gate.

Xia Churan paused, looked at Qiu Wanxuan, and suddenly sensed something, the two pushed each other away at the same time and walked away.

In the blink of an eye, there was a heavy bang, and a huge sword fell heavily, the blade sank more than a foot into the floor tiles, and the dark brilliance surged on the Liuli sword.

Qiu Wanxuan recognized it at a glance, and whispered: "An Yan?"

After finishing the words, I heard a familiar voice: "The gift Bai Xuan chose for His Majesty the Demon Emperor, do you like it?"

Qiu Wanxuan's heart sank.

In the past, he was sure that Xia Churan could tame An Yan, but since he saw the other party's sea of ​​consciousness last time, he couldn't be sure anymore.A person who is about to go crazy is like standing on the edge of a cliff, and with just a slight push, he will fall into the abyss.

The Dark Flame Society was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

He hurriedly stepped forward and held down the hilt of the sword, shaking his head at Xia Churan, "Don't touch it."

"Why, didn't you say before that His Majesty the Demon Emperor will be able to tame the Demon Sword? Now you're back on your word?"

Yin Zhou walked out in the dark, and his large and heavy satin black cloak cast a large shadow on the ground.

Looking at the figure, Qiu Wanxuan felt that the demonic energy seemed to be stronger than before, a bit like Xia Churan's state of madness before Xia Churan, which made people tremble with fear from a distance.

At the same time, he saw Yin Zhou's face sank like water, and a dark blue color appeared in his eyes, which was quite different from his previous high-spirited appearance.

Xia Churan glanced at the blade of the sword, then squinted at the person coming, releasing his coercion and issuing a silent warning.

Yin Zhou sneered, "It's just a gift to His Majesty the Demon Emperor, why be so nervous?" When he said that, he pushed Qiu Wanxuan's hand away, and pulled the sword out of the crack with a little force.

His slender eyelids were half closed, his eyes glanced sharply at the blade of the sword, and then turned to Xia Churan coldly. Yin Zhou held the hilt of the sword in front of him, and suddenly his palm was hard, and the blade of the sword was pushed away with a whimper.

The epee came head-on, with vigor and vigor.Xia Churan stepped back half a step, raised his hand to catch the hilt of the sword out of thin air.

Then there was a bang, and the tip of the sword fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Qiu Wanxuan hurriedly tried to grab the sword: "That's a magic sword, it will devour your will, lose it soon." Once selected by An Yan, he couldn't help himself, but he was stopped by Yin Zhou just as he started.

Mozun looked at Xia Churan coldly, "Why, don't you dare?"

The soaring evil spirit was released from the sword body, and it was transmitted to Xia Churan's spiritual veins through the palm holding the sword hilt, and the monstrous sword intent rushed straight to the spiritual platform. Xia Churan's brows sank, and his eyes revealed a trace of excitement.

The howls of countless resentful spirits poured in like a tide, and the dark ghosts entered the sea of ​​consciousness, rampaging, trying to devour Xia Churan's Lingtai.

Qingluan was so frightened that he shivered, retreated to the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness, and timidly said to Xia Churan: "Master, this sword is too powerful, Qingluan is afraid."

Xia Churan was looking down at the blade of the sword. When her slender and sharp eyelids were raised again, Qiu Wanxuan saw that those red eyes were no longer clear, but were filled with a layer of dark mist.

In a trance, Qiu Wanxuan almost saw thousands of resentful spirits in those eyes, roaring, trying to tear the chosen one's mind apart.

He was terrified, and struggled to stop, but Yin Zhou pinched his wrist fiercely, and saw him curl his lower lip, and said with satisfaction: "It's too late."

Seeing that An Yan chose Xia Churan, Qiu Wanxuan was heartbroken and said nervously, "Wake up! Don't let him control you!"

Seeing his tense appearance, Yin Zhou turned his head and looked at him coldly, "You are the one who offered the sword, and you are the one who is going to stop him now. Have you forgotten who you should be?"

This voice carried a warning, completely different from Yin Zhou before.

It turned out that Yin Zhou treated people other than Ah Xuan so coldly.

At this time, Xia Churan's devilish energy soared into the sky, roaring, making a chilling howl of ghosts and wolves.

Qiu Wanxuan couldn't take care of anything else, and with all her vigor shook away the Demon Lord who was blocking her and fled away.

Yin Zhou's eyes widened in disbelief, this Bai Xuan had repeatedly offended him because of this kid, "Bai Xuan!"

Qiu Wanxuan ignored the warning. Holding the sword in his hand, he watched Xia Churan exude a frightening aura, and shadows spread from his feet like a tide.

Mo Ling woke up at some point, opened his eyes and saw this scene, exclaimed: "That kid won't really go crazy!"

The shadow spread to his feet as if it had substance, almost drowning his white boots. Qiu Wanxuan was surrounded by fear. His whole heart was trembling, his breathing was rapid, and he said cautiously in an almost trembling voice: "Xia Churan , Put down the magic sword, he will control you."

Xia Churan held the sword in one hand, and the point of the sword touched the ground. He lowered his head slightly, his whole face was in the shadows. After hearing this sentence, he slowly raised his head. Xiang Yinzhou tilted his head, and his voice was superimposed with an indescribable horror sound: "Tell me, who is he from?"

The author says:

Qiu: You are a dog;

Xia Xiaowan: Wang!