Can A Scholar Be Called A Villain?

Chapter Two Hundred and Four: Heart as Ashes

“Oh~”

A sigh sounded, like a breath coming from the nether, with great malice, but without emotion.

It is hot to the extreme of joy, and cold to the extreme of disgust, but no matter what, it can still show a little temperature, making people aware of its existence.

But this sigh has no temperature.

It was as if it shouldn’t exist, but had traveled through space and time, broke through all obstacles and came to Cang Zhusheng’s ears, so that he didn’t have time to react for a while.

Who is sighing?

Why sigh?

What he was thinking for a moment was not avoiding, but thinking, thinking about why he sighed, maybe because he already felt that he had no chance, right?

He suddenly recovered, wanted to stand up, but couldn’t move the slightest. Not only was he stiff and unable to move, he even lost the ability to control his own blood and spiritual power.

The body instantly changed from a familiar place to an endless abyss, swallowing everything and pulling everything, making him feel nothing.

What’s wrong!

Why is this happening!

He couldn’t speak, and couldn’t turn his head back. He only knew that Murong Lin was still behind him, inputting spiritual power into his body.

Isn’t he going to have an accident?

He has never doubted Murong Lin, even now, at this moment.

The divine consciousness controls it, but it seems that something has blocked its divine soul space, 257 swallows everything, turning it into nothingness, and the power of the artistic realm cannot be spread.

It was as if he was already dead.

died?

How can it be!

I can see, hear, and smell the burnt and bloody smell of the battle in front of me.

Is it an illusion?

Cang Zhusheng was a little nervous and inexplicably irritable, but at this moment, Murong Lin’s voice reached his ears.

“The master’s spiritual power is really powerful, he deserves to be the Lord of the Moon Tower.”

At this moment, Murong Lin did not hide at all, neither his emotions nor his cold blood, and he mocked directly and indifferently.

Looking at it from other places, Murong Lin originally sat on Cang Zhusheng’s back with his hands printed on his back to input spiritual power for him, but now a spiritual circle appeared on the ground between the two of them, and the spiritual circle exudes black. The light, faintly exuding some spiritual energy, surrounded the two of them.

This is the Hong-rank high-level spiritual formation “Imperial Body Formation” directly exchanged by Murong Lin from his own system mall. It is worth 400 villain points, plus the “hidden spirit” that was previously exchanged for 100 villain points. It almost takes All of Murong Lin’s remaining villain value points were emptied.

The effect of “Desperate Soul and Body Array” is to directly plunder the power of an unsuspecting person, transfer it to one’s own body without side effects, and increase one’s own strength.

And there are three key points of this spiritual formation, one is that the other party is unsuspecting himself, which Murong Lin can guarantee.

The second is that the opponent does not have the power to resist, which can be guaranteed if Cang Sheng has been seriously injured.

The third is that the opponent’s body has a ray of his own spiritual power, which Murong Lin has also accomplished with the help of “Eternal Soul”.

Now Murong Lin exchanged it for the “Imperial Soul Nashen Array” and placed it directly under his body, enclosing the cosmopolitan lives in it, very quickly.

And because he was recovering from his injury by inputting spiritual power for the Cangsheng, he naturally understood the situation of his whole body clearly, and mobilized the Wusheng Wuxiangqi hidden in the Cangsheng Divine Soul Sea.

Then this force, accompanied by the action of the formation, instantly imprisoned the souls of the Cangsheng, not only could not get out of the soul space, but also could not control his own body.

For a while, the life and death of Cang Zhusheng was held by Murong Lin.

Cang Zhusheng hadn’t noticed that his power was being absorbed by Murong Lin, and Murong Lin’s cultivation base was also rising, he just couldn’t believe it.

He thought crazily in his heart: “Lin’er! What are you doing?!”

He doesn’t know what happened, but now it seems that his good apprentice Murong Lin should have done something that made him unable to resist at all.

But why did Murong Lin do this?

Does he know what he is doing!

The corner of Murong Lin’s mouth rose slightly, feeling the rising spiritual power in his body, as well as the rising and changing of his own cultivation base.

He felt the doubts and madness of the people in front of him, quietly approached his ear, squinted his eyes and said: “Master, can’t you tell? I’m killing the master!”

Master killer!

Kill the teacher!

Kill!

Cang Zhusheng’s heart was taken aback, as if he had received a heavy blow, but it seemed that because the blow was too heavy, his nerves escaped by himself, and he couldn’t feel how painful he was at all.

Murong Lin, what did he just say?

Master killing?

He wants to kill the teacher?

Isn’t his master me?

He wants to kill me?

He wants to kill me!

For a time, Cang Zhusheng, the master of the Moon Tower, could not accept it. Even if he had slaughtered a million, a single order could lead to the demise of a small country. The death of countless creatures was entangled with him, and he still could not accept his own. The disciple wants to kill himself.

Cang Zhusheng also climbed up from the bottom. There are many ways to frame friends, slaughter relatives, and sacrifice lovers. They do everything they want, just to climb up.

And now, he was simply betrayed by his own disciples, and he had begun to feel that the world was not worth it.

Murong Lin was a little shocked. The Wusheng Wuxiangqi he was controlling felt the great struggle and pain in the body of Cang Sheng, and this feeling was naturally blessed on him.

He opened his mouth slightly and said with a joke in his eyes: “No, Master, you are also the lord of a sect anyway, can’t you accept such a small thing? I look at you somewhat.”

Listening to Murong Lin trying his best to mock his voice, Cang Sheng felt uncomfortable, desperate, and angry, but he was still affected by Murong Lin’s great villain aura and some doubts.

Lin Er will not harm herself!

He swore the oath of heaven and earth!

He taught it by himself!

right! This Murong Lin is fake, just to break through his psychological defense!

As if feeling the inner struggle of Cang Zhusheng, Murong Lin smiled slightly and continued to speak, trying to break the last line of defense in his heart.

“Do you think I am fake? No, look at my knife, is it still sharp!”

Murong Lin directly pulled out his “nine kills”, stabbed Cang Zhusheng behind his body, and pierced out of his chest.

Seeing that blade that was stained with red blood appeared in his sight, Cang Zhusheng became completely desperate this time.

It really is Murong Lin!

It really is him!

He wants to kill me!

Feeling the extremely powerful artistic conception on the blade, Cang Zhusheng suddenly felt very ironic. At first, he liked Murong Lin’s talent for swordsmanship, and then he paid a lot of resources to snatch him back from the hands of the other nine sects. .

And now, Murong Lin pierced his chest with his knife.

“Why?” Cang Zhusheng said this sentence with difficulty.

At this moment, his body can no longer be covered with shadows, revealing his original appearance, a scrawny figure like a wood, and his face is full of wrinkles and old marks.

His eyes were desperate and sad, and he had left Murong Lin’s control.

Because he has nothing worthy of Murong Lin’s continued plunder.

“Because, I think.”.