Dressed as a villain, I became a group favorite by breaking the plot

Chapter 77 The Son of Fortune?

His thoughts were interrupted, Ning Chengcong coughed lightly and immediately gathered all his thoughts.

He took out a few opened copper coins and raised them slightly with his thumb.

Following Ning Chengcong's sword stroke, the copper coin turned into an afterimage and penetrated directly into the ghost cultivator's body.

The face of the young ghost cultivator was like a boiling steamer. It was no longer excessively pale, but instead was extremely red.

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream came from the ghost cultivator.

"what is that?"

Just after the scream ended, the ghost cultivator's twisted and painful face quickly turned pale again.

Qi Yue: "I don't know."

As soon as she said this, the ghost cultivator over there was thankful for only a few seconds before he sadly discovered that the stand-in doll his father left for him was dying.

"Asshole, I'm going to fight you!"

The angry words of the ghost cultivator were heard by Qi Yue and Ning Chengcong.

Qi Yue quickly formed seals and used the fire array to condense the essence fire, trying to consume the ghost cultivators as much as possible.

Her strange fire hasn't grown up yet, so use it as little as possible.

The Fiery Formation has a restraining effect on the ghost cultivator, but Qi Yue keeps using him. The ghost cultivator cannot recover the yin energy as fast as she can recover the spiritual power in her body.

"Ler me get through."

Seeing that Qi Yue had already taken action, Ning Chengcong didn't want to just do it and do nothing.

He wanted a quick fix.

Qi Yue glanced at him. There was no sound, but when several clusters of essence fires quickly criss-crossed, they left several gaps for him.

Ning Chengcong swept in with his sword.

Half a quarter of an hour later, after Ning Chengcong slashed his neck, he stabbed the ghost cultivator in the abdomen with his sword.

The stand-in doll with braids that towered to the sky suffered two fatal injuries for him, and finally used the final "Ghost Cry" skill and dissipated into smoke.

Falling to the ground, the young ghost cultivator looked shocked, angry and angry.

"You can't kill me."

He shouted bluffingly, "My father is the Lord Chongyang Sword Lord of Wushuang City. If you dare to kill me, my father will definitely not let you go."

Fooled by his words for two seconds, Qi Yue and Ning Chengcong's eyes met.

Is there such a person in the world of immortality?

Ning Chengcong shook his head at Qi Yue.

This means that this person must not be kept.

They have seen the true face of this ghost cultivator.

In addition, Ning Chengcong's sword blows just now, and the look in the young monk's eyes clearly showed that he already had a grudge against him.

Since it can't be good, it's better to just cut the grass and eradicate the root cause.

Qi Yue naturally doesn't understand this truth, but Sword Master, has anyone in Zanghai Realm heard of anyone claiming to be Sword Master?

There are sword immortals, but they are all god-transforming monks.

"...Chongyang Sword Master, I have never heard of it."

Listening to this, the Sword Master must be a high-level monk.

"Why don't you tell us carefully where you were from when you were alive, and what position my father Chongyang Sword Master had in your place.

If you say it well, maybe we will let you go. "Qi Yue said with a soft smile.

Ning Chengcong looked over with disapproval.

Seeing that the young man was trying to persuade the girl, the joy and happiness that had just arisen in Gui Xiu's heart suddenly turned into anxiety again.

He hurriedly said, "Hengyuan Realm, I come from Hengyuan Realm."

As soon as these words came out, Ning Chengcong's heart beat faster for a second.

It was precisely because he came from the Hengyuan world that after the ghost cultivators discovered them, not only did they not give in, but they immediately wanted to kill them.

Gui Xiu's surname is An. As he said, he was his father's first child, so he was highly valued by his father.
It's just that a shameless bitch appeared next to his father. Not only did he kill his biological mother, but she was also extremely disliked by him.

So one day she leaked the news about her going out to her father's enemies, causing him to die innocently.But fortunately, Chongyang Sword Master has great supernatural powers. His death is a fact, and people cannot be resurrected after death, so they sent their henchmen to ask him to give up his body and become a ghost cultivator.

Then without telling the woman next to his father, she secretly took his remnant soul and tried her best to send him to the Netherworld, and every once in a while, she sent resources from the earth for him to practice.

"So, Daoyou An was a pitiful person during his lifetime."

As soon as the word "poor man" came out, the ghost cultivator named An's face seemed to twist.

But Ning Chengcong's sword was still on his neck. No matter how angry he was, he had to hold back the breath.

"Yes, girl, I'm going to..."

"stop!"

Seeing that he was about to show that he was about to cry, Qi Yue frowned slightly, and said very factually and extremely irritatingly, "How old are you, and you are still crying in front of my teenage girl?" , it’s disgusting, do you know that?”

The ghost cultivator's face twisted again.

"There is no truth in your mouth. It seems you still want to die."

With that said, Qi Yue was about to stand up, but Ning Chengcong's sword cut through the ghost cultivator's skin.

But without blood, the ghost cultivator is a body made of condensed yin energy.

But the sharp golden energy on the sword can make ghost cultivators sting abnormally.

He panicked and said anxiously, "I didn't lie, everything I said was true."

Qi Yue looked at him indifferently.

Ning Chengcong's desire to kill him has never changed, and after knowing that he is from the Hengyuan world, his desire to kill him will only become stronger.

The ghost cultivator shouted in panic, "Ghost door, I know how to close the ghost door... My father asked me to come to Zanghai Realm. He said that a son of luck would be born in Zanghai Realm."

Hearing this, Qi Yue grabbed Ning Chengcong's sword, ignoring the bleeding in his palm and the severe pain in his fingers.

She stepped on the ghost cultivator's chest and shouted sternly, "Who is the son of fate?"

She was not surprised at all that someone in the Hengyuan Realm could calculate the birth of the Son of Luck, but what surprised her was that they actually knew that the Son of Luck was in the Zanghai Realm.

Qi Yue didn't need to think too much, and she knew how much trouble they would have in Zanghai Realm once the news spread among the Hengyuan Realm.

"I...I don't know."

No matter how stupid Guixiu was at this time, he knew that he had said something that he shouldn't have said.

If he told them everything he knew, it would be a true death.

"Hmph! I don't know, and I won't tell you yet."

With a thought in Qi Yue's mind, the essence fire condensed by the fire array instantly penetrated the ghost cultivator's pipa bones, and the ghost cultivator's screams rang in his ears.

After he had only one breath left, the essence fire had turned into a chain and took root in his body.

Qi Yue ignored his resentful and sinister eyes, while carefully controlling the spirit fire to burn the ghost so as not to let him die all at once, she stepped on his head with a smile.

"Say it! If you don't tell it, you will have to die slowly and painfully."

Listening to the ghost cultivator's twisted and painful screams, Qi Yue felt extremely happy.

She had long been frustrated by Ji Wenqing's repeated insults.

Now that there was someone who could vent her anger, she couldn't help but step on him even harder.

Qi Yue doesn't think there is anything wrong with her at this moment. She believes that people have an inherent urge to release evil thoughts. They usually do not show it under the constraints of morality, but this does not mean that they do not exist.

Keeping good thoughts in your mind all the time is what a saint and a holy mother should do.

It has nothing to do with her.

However, in Ning Chengcong, Qi Yue's face did not show such emotions in front of others.

With a calm face, he continued to ask the ghost cultivator if he knew who the Son of Destiny was?

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