I am a villain and have been captured. Why are the fairies asking me to come out?

The long black hair was no longer restrained and flew wildly in the thunder, fire and wind.

The elegant young man turned into a young man in an instant, and the bloody fire reflected a face that had once made countless immortal giants shudder.

"Master..." Li Yulo stared at Yan Mobai in a daze. After three years, she saw his true appearance with black hair again. He was as handsome and heroic as before, but his temperament had become more vicissitudes.

In her dazed and absent-minded eyes, the boy's jet-black hair began to fade to snow-white from the tips, but he lost the disguise of the Dark Moon Mask and revealed his original color.

Wearing a fluttering black robe and white hair like snow, Yan Mobai pinned his hairpin to his waist and shouted to the scorching sun in the sky: "I am Yan Mobai, the leader of the Demon Cult. I want to bring a heavenly calamity upon myself. I need a partner to gamble with. Are you willing to accompany me?"

His purpose was so obvious and he said it so precisely. Bloody lightning and fire were burning just a few feet away, and the life stones were scattered and piled at his feet.

If the other party could see the pros and cons clearly, they would ignore him at this time. However, just after finishing the previous sentence, Yan Mobai continued: "If you win, I am willing to spare no effort to serve you, and if you lose, you just need to spare my Taoist partner."

Even though his cultivation level today is not what it used to be, he can still do things that many spiritual cultivators cannot do.

If the other party is from the Tianji Sect, he can serve as a witness to overthrow Qian Qiuxue and easily destroy Yuheng Xianzong's position as the leader of the righteous sect. If the other party is from the Demon Sect, with his full support, it is enough to recruit many people who were once loyal to the Demon Sect leader, and even mediate the civil war for them to unite against the Immortal Sect.

This is the bargaining chip he offered, but how much it is worth depends on whether the other party nods.

If the other party insisted on dying with Niaoniao, then even if he could pick the sun, moon and stars for the other party, it would be worthless.

However, he believed that the other party would agree. At least... help him complete this bet.

Not long after the words fell, a voice with a different tone, which could not be identified as male or female, sounded beside Yan Mobai's ear: "I didn't expect you were still alive... What do you want to bet on?"

Hearing this veiled voice, Yan Mobai knew that the other party must be an acquaintance, but his real body had not come here, so he did not recognize his identity until now.

"Why don't we make a bet on whether I can guess which side you work for?"

The voice laughed, "The leader is very calculating. All the evidence points to the fact that it was the Tianji Sect that did these things. If I accept this bet, it means that I am not from the Tianji Sect. Besides the Tianji Sect, the only one that will attack the Yaoguang Sect is the Demon Sect. The leader can guess about 70% of it anyway."

"So you are a member of the Demonic Cult?"

"Yes, I am a member of the Demonic Cult."

Yan Mobai didn't expect the other party to admit it so openly, "You used the Life Stone to harm the people of Jiuling Town and assassinated the leader of Yaoguang Sect, just to put the blame on Tianji Sect?"

"My mission is only to get rid of the leader of Yaoguang Sect. As for putting the blame on Tianji Sect, it will be done if I can. It is just a bonus."

"The Yaoguang Sect is declining and is coveted by many immortal sects. When the war between immortals and demons breaks out, the Sect Master will definitely not have the energy to escape from the sect. Instead, she will become a hidden danger of internal fighting among the immortal sects. What good will it do you to get rid of her?"

The other party answered without any hesitation: "If my Demon Sect wants to fight back, we naturally have to start from a place, and the Yaoguang Sect is just right. Besides, the Tianji and Yaoguang Sects are not on good terms. If we get rid of Yaoguang, we can also put the blame on the Tianji Sect. Why not do it?"

Yan Mobai said: "There are so many Tianji access control methods. If they have been wronged, it is not difficult to restore the truth."

The other party responded quickly: "The premise is that someone believes that what they have restored is the truth."

Yan Mobai did not comment, and said, "If you tell this to me, how can the gambling game continue?"

The other person laughed sweetly, and it was obvious that she was a woman: "The leader is a smart man, I'm afraid he has never thought of betting with me."

Another thundercloud gathered over Jiuling Town.

While the two were talking, the Life Stone had quietly absorbed all the luck from Yan Mobai.

The moment the enemy accepted the conditions he threw out, he was already sitting across from the gambling table. The chips he threw out were also given a value and placed on the table. Next, Yan Mobai only needed to come up with a fair way to decide the winner or loser, even if it was just a simple roll of the dice, to allow the gambling game to proceed smoothly.

His bargaining chips are so huge that no matter what forces are behind the other party, with his full support, they can stir up endless storms in the land of Jiuzhou.

But... there's no need to start anymore.

After the other party decided to gamble with him, Yan Mobai's originally hopeless future and the future of Jiuzhou became completely different. Just like Mr. Qian, who should have bled to death, survived the extraordinary performance of the doctor in the clinic, which had caused his luck to fluctuate greatly enough to stimulate the life stone.

What he was really betting on was whether the other party would be interested in his terms. When that voice sounded beside his ear, the bet was over and the dice on the table had already landed.

Before he was enveloped by lightning, he sighed softly: "Shan Zhenzhen, you said so much, why don't you even dare to come out to see me?"

Author's Note: Sorry for being late, this chapter was a bit confusing to write

Chapter 106: In the Fire

Although many years have passed, Yan Mobai still remembers what the previous leader of the Demon Cult told him.

Disasters come from the sky, but there is always a glimmer of hope.

Mortals have their own natural tribulations, and spirits have their own natural tribulations.

Even if you have no cultivation, you are not completely hopeless when facing the thunder. The fire of disaster will destroy the mind first and then the body. If the spiritual intelligence is not destroyed while enduring the burning pain, even if the physical body is reduced to ashes, you can still rebuild yourself with the help of the laws of heaven and earth.

But there is only one person among millions who has this kind of mentality.

Yan Mobai chose to take the initiative to face the calamity, not because he thought he was one of the millions, but because... he was the first physical cultivator in eternity.

The so-called physical cultivation is not just about cultivating Qi and blood like the Qi cultivators cultivate their spiritual veins and sea of ​​​​yuan, nor is it just about using the essence of spiritual energy to temper and nourish the body. If the Qi cultivation immortal path is a flying bird, then body cultivation is a plant taking root and sprouting. Even if the two have reached the same height, the realm of immortal cultivation is, after all, a part of the laws of heaven and earth. Since it is a part of the way of heaven, it is difficult to resist the wrath of the way of heaven, just like a bird without the support of Qi and wind, no matter how hard it struggles, it will fall from the sky.

And everything obtained from body refining belongs to oneself. Although one cannot borrow life from heaven like immortals, one can still be more calm when facing heavenly tribulations.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the thunder and fire burning around him.

Being in the midst of the calamity, the scene he saw was completely different from what outsiders saw. The thunder and fire did not seem to fall from the sky, but instead burned out from his body. No wonder it could break through the blockade of the formation, it had never passed through the sky at all.

It would be great if the heavenly tribulation really fell from the sky. No matter how powerful the formation that blocked Jiuling Town was, it would not be able to withstand two thunderbolts for long...

Yan Mobai could no longer think. Bloody flames emerged from every inch of his skin like poisonous insects, causing his originally smooth and tough skin to crack into cracks like a dry field. Flakes of flesh and blood peeled off his body... Heart-piercing pain flowed in his veins. It seemed as if the original blood was replaced by sticky kerosene, carrying flames to wash over his limbs and bones. In just a moment, the severe pain from the burning of his legs and feet made it difficult for him to stand.

So this is what it feels like to face a calamity...

There was one less thing in the world that he didn't understand, but before Yan Mobai could have any idea, the number was erased in an instant.

He saw a person kneeling on the ground several feet away.

Yan Mobai didn't know if she could still be considered a human being. Her skin and flesh had been burned off, leaving only the broken bones supporting a white robe. The remaining half of the skeleton was still enduring the burning of the catastrophe. White sand-like ashes dissipated from the skull like dust and smoke, and finally formed a thin white line, like fine sand in an hourglass flowing into the sand pile under the white robe, which had already accumulated half a foot deep.

If seen on the roadside, no one would think that these bones were still alive, but the fire had not yet dissipated, so she could not be really dead.

If a person has become like this, why hasn't he died yet?

Yan Mobai looked at the increasingly glittering bones in the fire in disbelief. He could not recognize that this was the girl who had blushed and tiptoed to kiss him not long ago. Her small, soft tongue, her smooth cherry-colored pink lips, and her gently raised feet all turned to dust in the fire.

Only the skeleton remains of the beautiful face, but she still looks petite and delicate. Not only does she not look scary at all, but she also makes people feel pity for her.

It was at this moment that Yan Mobai realized what kind of determination was hidden under that weak face. Perhaps she was the one among millions. It was a pity that after she used three forbidden techniques in a row, the way of survival left by the Heavenly Dao became narrower than before.

Previously, she could not be seen due to the calamity fire, but now with another calamity fire, she can be seen instead... No wonder the heavenly calamity did not affect others, it turned out that the person who was to be calamityd had already been pulled into another space.

It would be too late to save her when the calamity was over. Yan Mobai could feel that the calamity fire wrapped around him was quite deep, far beyond his previous expectations. Even if he could live to the moment when the calamity fire dissipated, Yi Niaoniao would definitely not be able to hold on until then.

He endured the burning pain all over his body and bent down to pick up the life stone on the ground.

He could clearly hear the sound of his waist bones burning, it was light and muffled, not as crisp as he had imagined, but instead sounded like rotten wood. He knew that his body was already full of wounds, but the blood and energy in his body were still circulating, quickly repairing the burned areas.

Dying under a thunderbolt may be the easiest way to die, but living under a thunderbolt is definitely the most unbearable torture in the world.

The brocade bag used to hold the life stone had turned to ashes, and the black jade dice shone brightly in the thunder and fire. Perhaps due to the number of them, they did not melt instantly like the one on Master Qian, but instead emitted a brighter green light.

The robes woven with ordinary fabrics disappeared in the fire, leaving only the long gown that the Dark Moon Mask had transformed into. The green gown draped over the young man was like a long robe, so loose that it fluttered in the hot wind. His white hair was constantly annihilated and regenerated in the fire, like white wings spread out behind the young man.

"Ah……"

He exhaled a breath of hot air hoarsely, held the life stone in his sleeve, and walked forward with difficulty towards the white-robed withered bones not far away. Every step he took left a burning footprint on the bluestone bricks. It was the flesh and blood that remained on the soles of his feet burning on the bricks.

The dark pupils were dyed blood red by the fire, and the edges of the eyeballs were like melted wax, with blood flames dripping down continuously. Yan Mobai's vision was sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and he could vaguely see the white bones on his body. The face that was not covered by the long gown was hideous and blurred, and flesh and blood kept peeling off and turning into ash.

Finally, he walked in front of the white robe. The light from the Life Stone made the sleeves of the robe look like the sun, even overshadowing the blood-red fire. But Yan Mobai could not see anything. There was only scarlet fire in his eyes. The world was dark and there was silence beside his ears.

If he took one more step forward, he would be able to send the life stone to Yi Niaoniao, but the young man was unable to move forward at all. His leg bones were stuck in the cracks of the stones, and snow-white ashes were falling down like a waterfall, as if to fill the gaps in the bluestone bricks. Only a small part of his arm bones was left, like two pieces of burnt incense ashes hanging beside him.

In a few more breaths, he will also turn into a pool of white sand, and finally only a snow-white skull will be left, staring at Yi Niao Niao. Perhaps both of them will guess each other's thoughts, but they are both speechless.

In the end, he probably still couldn't know what the girl was thinking.

Without refining the spirit, one cannot form an immortal body. Even if one has refined the body into an elixir, it will be difficult for the body to last long in the fire of calamity. It is certainly much better than those immortal cultivators who turn into dust in an instant under the heavenly calamity, but it ends here.

Yan Mobai's thoughts were intermittent in the burning pain. When people are dying, they always recall their lives, but most of his life has been buried in the tomb in the forest, and only a dozen days left.

His hollow eye sockets seemed to be able to see some images again. The experiences of this period of time flashed before his eyes like fleeting glimpses of light. What he saw the most was Li Yuluo. Ever since leaving Yuheng, this girl had always been by his side. She was soft and coquettish during the day, and weak and aggressive at night, tempting people to bully her. Sometimes, when he bullied her too hard, the girl would cry and turn her back to him, and when he walked over, she would suddenly throw herself on him, wiping her tears and snot in his arms, and when she raised her little face, she would smile foolishly again...

It was not until this moment that he suddenly realized that there might be one more solution...

In the dead silence and darkness, the young man carefully felt the pain attached to his flesh and bones, letting it wash over his mind, enduring the agony like a violent storm, so as to figure out where his body was.

Then, he swung his arm bone gently and used the remaining blood and energy to cut off his calf at the root.

The green shirt fluttered in the fiery wind, and the sleeves opened to embrace the delicate skeleton in the white robe.

Chapter 107: Survival

On the vast sea west of Yanyuzhou, there is a vast land hidden in the depths of the black ocean, washed by black waves all year round.

It is Youquanzhou, the most bizarre of the four continents of the Demon Cult. On this land which is about one-third the size of Tiandingzhou, all the water sources are as black as ink, even the rain falling from the sky is black. Only a pool of spring water hidden deep in the land is always colorless and transparent, with clear bottom visible. No matter how much black water is poured into it, it cannot dye the spring water in the slightest.

However, this pool of clear water, which is always pure and never polluted by the black water, is always called the Youquan by people.

It looked clear, but it contained the most refined and pure principle of death. If a cultivator below the level of Spiritual Refining was touched by it, he would be melted into a pool of corpse water in an instant. Even if he was a Semi-Immortal at the level of Spiritual Refining, his immortal body would be gradually corroded by the spring water and reduced to mortal bones.

In stark contrast, the black rain and surging black rivers of Youquanzhou are full of vitality, making the residents of Youquanzhou generally healthy and long-lived, and less susceptible to disease.

A woman in a red dress sat on the stone bank, her emerald eyes gazing at the green leaves and flowers on the other side. Her skirt was lifted above her round jade knees, her slender and straight calves were immersed in the clear spring, her white and tender feet gently stepped on the water, and were reflected by the rippling waves, making them sparkle.

Youquan has been a forbidden place for the Demon Cult since ancient times. Apart from the Dharma Protector Jidu, Shan Zhenzhen, no one else has the ability to wash his feet in Youquan.

The two Dharma protectors, Luohu and Ketu, used to be second only to the Demon Cult's leader in terms of rank. Now, they each rule an entire continent, and the power and resources they hold are in no way inferior to those of some of the great immortal sects.

Compared to Luohou's Dharma Protector Wang Shishen who had broken through to the perfection of spirit refining, Shan Zhenzhen's cultivation in the initial stage of spirit refining was so unremarkable, but the title of Dharma Protector was not given to her in vain. Although she looked weak, she was the daughter of Shan Linchen, the previous leader of Tianji Sect. She inherited the Shan family's Heavenly Dao body and could be called a walking life method and a living life instrument.

To accurately describe how terrifying she is, one sentence is enough: the life stone in Jiuling Town is not a forbidden weapon, but her blood.

The clear spring water from Youquan continuously flows through her round and neat toes. The fair and tender flesh of her feet becomes translucent like uncut jade in the law of death. The sunlight shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves without any temperature. The water is so cold and transparent that it seems to have frozen.

The woman's brows were furrowed the whole time, but not because of the spring water.

But it was for someone tens of thousands of miles away.

……

Ever since her eyes were burned to ashes, Yiniu could no longer see the flames that covered the sky and the sun.

No matter how cruel the torture was, it would inevitably make people numb after a long time, but under the fire of catastrophe, she was never numb. This fire not only burned on her body, but also in her soul, as if it had been stripped into thousands of pieces, each of which was being burned, and finally thousands of pains were all cut into her heart, making her feel like a speck of dust under a huge millstone.

At first, Yi Niaoniao could still hear the painful moans coming from her throat, but then gradually, along with the whole world, it became silent. Not only because her ears were burned off, but also because her throat had been burned through and rotten, so she could not make any sound.

There is no light to be seen, no sound to be heard. The fairy who once fascinated countless immortal giants is now just a pile of bones burned by karmic fire in the endless darkness.

But Yi Niaoniao did not have any regrets in her heart.

Regret is only for things that are not worth it, but her long-cherished wish has come true today. She has walked a long way and experienced so much wind and rain, all for this day, she meets the male protagonist she has been waiting for for a long time.

Unfortunately, only one page of this storybook was written. Her and his story had just begun, but it was about to come to an end.

Even in the fire of the catastrophe, she still missed the taste of kissing the leader. The taste of the cake was more intoxicating than the sweetest syrup. Yi Niaoniao was so eager to have a second bite. But the price of blessing luck three times was so heavy. Even if the catastrophe would leave a glimmer of hope for people, she was no longer able to find it.

Faced with the wrath of heaven, the girl's fantasies can only turn into regrets in the end. No matter how rugged and strange the rocks are, their edges will be smoothed out by the surging river. Even the most stubborn soul will be burned to ashes in the fire.

But just when her consciousness was hazy and her soul was about to go out, Qingshan held her in his arms, and the Life Stone turned into green light rain in the fire, which sprinkled on Yi Niao's white bones. The fate of the dark flowed through her body, filling the gaps she lacked.

Instantly, Yi Niaoniao felt more pain, not because the fire was more fierce, but because flesh and blood began to grow on her bones. The pain of the body that she had lost not long ago filled her sea of ​​consciousness again. The last time it meant that her life was about to wither, but this time, it meant that she would be reborn.

The gap in luck was filled. Even if the heaven was furious, it could no longer find a reason to punish this lucky girl. The way out that was originally invisible was now broad and boundless.

The calamity fire in her body gradually weakened, and her cultivation, which had been suppressed by the calamity fire, gradually rose, and soon she returned to the state of spiritual cultivation. The immortal essence surged and rebuilt into an immortal immortal body, and the broken bones instantly turned into a fairy with stunning appearance.

"Woo..."

The girl's long eyelashes trembled in the fire, and she gradually opened her golden eyes. After being tempered and baptized by the heavenly tribulation, her skin was as white and translucent as ice and snow, and it seemed that water would drip out if it was gently poked.

After a brief moment of confusion, Yi Niaoniao quickly realized who the skeleton in front of her, wearing a green shirt and hugging her tightly, was.

The person she loved...actually took the initiative to bring down the thunderbolt in order to save her.

"Master Yan..."

She stared blankly at the remaining flesh and flames on the skeleton, as well as the snow-white ashes beneath the skeleton.

Looking up, I saw the charred footprints along the way.

What happened not long ago was vividly replayed in the girl's mind. After Yi Niaoniao's polishing and imagination, those scenes were even more touching than the truth.

The leader really loved her to the core, but he was just bewitched by the little vixen for a while... But why did he risk his own life to save her? If the male protagonist died and the female protagonist became a widow in the story, how many readers would like the following story?

Yi Niao Niao looked at the hideous and terrifying skeleton with distress, and stretched out her soft and boneless hands to hold his cheeks, and kissed the white bones with charred flesh and blood. She knew that she was in the same situation not long ago, but was still hugged tightly by the leader. At that time, he must have felt so much pity for her...

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes, and her innate immortal energy continuously flowed into the white bones in the green shirt. Every strand of it had consumed countless days of hard training, but now she was willing to give it all up without any reluctance, just to help her beloved survive this disaster.

The innate immortal essence of the spirit refining realm is so rich that a faint glow flows through every inch of the bones. The lost blood and vitality are repaid hundreds of times at this moment.