The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Before he could find out the reason, his body was squeezed out of the chaotic space and fell next to Ling Qingxuan's ice coffin.

【you failed. 】The indifferent voice of the main system came from above.

Failure to prevent Ling Qingxuan's death in the chaotic space is a failure, and if she fails, her spiritual consciousness will not come back.

The young man who fell to the ground couldn't stand up for a long time, blood dripped from his ears and nose, and no part of his body was shaking.

Before he could talk to the main system, his consciousness was interrupted and he passed out.

Ling Qingxuan came back with him. Seeing him beside him in pain, her heart throbbed and she felt sour.

There is no perfect saint in this world. He goes astray, but he stops his losses in time and makes up for it.

No wonder when he met him in the plane, he said he hated him after he knew the truth.

Does Aya Qingxuan hate him?

She couldn't explain it clearly, it was a very complicated emotion, and it couldn't be explained simply with the word 'hate'.

Before he had time to ponder, the scene changed, and Feng Jue, who had recovered slightly after a few days, found the main system again and had to re-enter the chaos space.

Before leaving, he pressed against the ice coffin, his voice hoarse and trembling, "Sir, wait for me."

Stepping into the chaotic space again, the environment here is still not very friendly to him.

After completing the same plot as before, he loosened the corner of his clothes and heard 'Aya Qingxuan' say:

"In the future, you will stay here and do some small things within your ability. This seat is devoted to cultivation. If you don't like to move around, you can do whatever you want."

As before, the turning point has come.

Cultivation... He couldn't let her practice.

Grabbing the corner of her clothes again, the woman frowned, just as she was about to ask, she saw the young man gesturing eagerly.

She couldn't read it, and pulled back the corner of her clothes.

"This seat doesn't like to be close to people. If you do it again, you will leave on your own."

Feng Jue's heart was stagnant, afraid that she would lose the opportunity to be by her side because of her anxiety, so she didn't make any more gestures, but followed closely.

'Ling Qingxuan' meditated and practiced, and he stood beside him, observing the surrounding and her Zhoutian movement.

'Aya Qingxuan~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He added tea aside, everything passed through his hands, and there would be no problem.

"What's your name?"

On the third day he stayed in Xuanqing Hall, the disciples under the peak came up to record the new recruits, and the woman finally remembered to ask his name.

The boy opened his mouth, but still couldn't make a sound. 'Ling Qingxuan' felt that he was stupid, so he reached out to him, "Write it down."

Feng Jue's hand trembled lightly, her fingertips touched the cold palm, and her heart ached uncontrollably.

"Presumptuous, can you touch Elder Ling?" The disciple shouted, and Feng Jue's hand subconsciously retracted, yes, what right does he have to touch her, he doesn't even deserve to appear in front of her.

'Ling Qingxuan' glanced at the disciple, his eyes were light, and he could not see his emotions.

"Don't you have a name? This seat gave you a word, how about 'Jue'?"

She just mentioned it casually, and when she raised her eyes to look at the little guy, she saw that his eyes were red, and his tears seemed to be broken.

"It doesn't sound good?" Although it was a sudden thought, a little hasty, but the word is really good, I didn't expect this little guy to not like it.

Feng Jue shook his head, he liked it, he liked it.

Now he can be sure that Ling Qingxuan's spiritual consciousness does still exist, and she still has some memories of him.

The disciple on the side wrote down his name and said, "Elder Ling, the sect master said that today's new disciples need to pay tribute to their teachers. As an elder, you should accept an apprentice."

'Ling Qingxuan' responded and planned to go down the mountain with his disciple, but after he lifted off, he landed again.

"Little guy, are you going?"

The young man nodded, and he pressed the blood in his heart, and stood obediently on her sword, but did not tug at the corners of his clothes.

The woman looked at her and said nothing.

The new disciples were all waiting at the main peak, and when they saw Ling Qingxuan coming, they all looked up.

"That is the only female elder of Qiankun Sect? I heard that her strength ranks first among the elders, and so far there is no apprentice."

"As a woman, she is not only powerful, but also has an extraordinary appearance. It is no wonder that there are so many people who want to worship her today."

"Hey, who is that kid behind her? He looks handsome, shouldn't he be her disciple?"

"Not sure, maybe it's..."

The voice of the discussion was covered by the wind, and 'Ling Qingxuan' sat down, and Feng Jue stood behind her with her eyes down, keeping a measured distance.

'Ling Qingxuan' is not interested in such occasions, but there are many people around the same age as the little guy. She is withdrawn, and there is no need for the people around her to be withdrawn, so it's okay to make a few more friends.

However, she didn't realize that she was the only one in the eyes of the boy.

"Disciple Mu Lin, please come to the door of Elder Ling!"

A man knelt in front of her, she lacked interest and was naturally cold, she liked to be alone on that peak, accepting apprentices and so on, she had no idea at all.

So she refused.

After the apprenticeship meeting, 'Ling Qingxuan' was called alone to talk to the sect master. Feng Jue was not even a disciple and was turned away.

He waited anxiously outside, and he didn't stop him when he tried to go in several times, especially when he was pushed and shoved by the gatekeeper, his internal organs were aching.

"Are you dumb that day?"

Qi Yuan came over, saw him and said with concern: "I heard that you were taken to Xuanqing Hall by Elder Ling, how will she treat you?"

Feng Jue stared at the gate of the palace, but did not respond.

Qi Yuan frowned and waited outside the hall for a while.

When 'Ling Qingxuan' came out, Feng Jue staggered up and looked at her for a moment.

Seeing the boy sweating profusely, 'Ling Qingxuan' looked inexplicable, the sky shouldn't be so hot.

She called out the sword, intending to take him back.

"Elder Ling, you are riding a sword with him, flying around in this Qiankun Gate, other disciples see how bad the impact is." Qi Yuan said.

'Ling Qingxuan' turned a deaf ear and took Feng Jue back.

Arriving at Xuanqing Hall, Feng Jue felt that something was wrong as soon as he got off the sword. The woman turned her back to him and her back was slightly bent.

The teenager was shocked and held her arm. He opened his mouth and could only utter a single syllable.

"cough--!"

'Ling Qingxuan' spat out a mouthful of blood, and her whole body's spiritual energy was dissipated. She half-squinted her eyes, she didn't have time to exercise, she had already tried her best to fall to the ground and died of breathlessness.

His pupils trembled, and in the wailing of Feng Jue, he was squeezed out of the chaotic space and fell in front of the ice coffin again.

"Failed……"

His thin lips were bitten with blood. He held the ice coffin and howled bitterly. Ling Qingxuan died again and again, as if he was lingering in his heart.

The main system looked at him indifferently, and seemed to think that he was useless, so he dropped the entrance to the chaotic space, extracted some of his spiritual power, and disappeared from the air.

Feng Jue fainted for a long time this time, but broke into the chaos space the first time after waking up.

Ling Qingxuan wanted to follow, but her body was bounced out by the chaotic space.