How can I be the villain's follower

Chapter 470 The Heroic Conference Begins

in the alley.

Arthur's blushing blushed as if she was about to bleed, and she gave him a charming and angry look with her big eyes: "Even if, even if it is, you can't let brother Hao and my master see it, and kiss me in front of them, you are disgusting!"

"Disgusting? You're going to call me good brother soon." Zhang Liang sneered and jumped on him.

Swallowing star stealing technique, start!

Consumption: 1000 wisps of luck.

Income: 3000 wisps of luck.

Remaining: 33800 wisps of demon breath, 52500 wisps of luck.

After a while.

Wu Hao and Zhenjun Daiyue walked side by side, passing by a small alley in the bustling street.

The faint sound of a woman's panting came from the alley, causing Zhenjun Daiyue to blush instantly, her eyebrows were raised even more, she waved her long sleeves, and snorted coldly: "It's unreasonable! It's really unethical to act in this kind of place! Hao'er, you go and stop them!"

Wu Hao also had a strange expression on his face, thinking: "This is the first time I've seen a jungler since I traveled through time. It's really exciting. When I become the suzerain, I'll find Arthur to play jungle. She should also like this kind of excitement."

Wu Hao quickly stopped and said: "Master, this is not the Heavenly Sword Sect, this is Qingzhou, the territory of King Qingyou, governed by its own laws, we are guests, so even if we don't like it, we can't do anything carelessly. Besides, the folk customs here are a little more open, just leave it alone."

True Monarch Daiyue's beautiful eyes were cold, the towering snowy peak was rising and falling rapidly, her tall and slender body trembled slightly, she waved her long sleeves and said, "Hmph, don't go shopping anymore, the folk customs of this Qingzhou are really disgusting, after going back, it is forbidden, monks of the Heavenly Sword Sect are not allowed to go out at night."

After all, Zhenjun Daiyue turned into moonlight and soared into the sky.

"Master! Master!" Wu Hao quickly turned into golden light and chased after him.

After a while.

Zhang Liangcai led Arthur out of the alley.

Arthur's face was already flushed, his whole body was sore and limp, and he was even limping when he walked, as if his legs and feet were injured.

Zhang Liang, on the other hand, was refreshed and extremely brisk, especially when Arthur was unable to resist, he directly raped her, and he gained a lot of luck.

A Sezi stared at Zhang Liang with beautiful eyes, angry and ashamed, and didn't know what to do. He said, "You destroy my innocence, how will I, how will I face Brother Hao when I go back? He knows about the loss of my Yuan Yin. Am I going to be expelled from the Haotian Palace? Is this what you want to see?"

In the alley, Arthur thought that Zhang Liang wanted to play with her body like last time, but Zhang Liang went a step further and raped her directly. She had no time to resist, so she surrendered to her happiness.

But when she woke up from happiness, she regretted it again, because Arthur loved Wu Hao deeply in her heart and didn't want to leave him.

Seeing Arthur's weeping expression, Zhang Liang chuckled lightly: "I'll teach you a secret method, which can disguise the aura of Yuan Yin, so that Wu Hao won't be able to see it through. Listen carefully..."

Soon, Arthur learned this secret technique, and after using it for a while, the aura of vital yin appeared on his body.

Immediately, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still very angry. He glared at him angrily and said, "Bastard! Pervert! Just wait for me, next time I can't kill you!"

As soon as the words fell, Arthur turned into a pink light, soaring into the sky, and quickly went away, Zhang Liang didn't stop him.

Inside Longevity Village.

Zhenjun Daiyue sat alone in the room, recalling what happened tonight, she became angry again and again.

"The world is going downhill, people's hearts are not old, what has become of the world!"

"It would be great if everyone could be as respectful and courteous as Hao'er."

The more Zhenjun Daiyue thought about it, the more angry she became, and she remembered a young figure deeply hidden in her memory, and the distant memory flooded her heart like flowing water.

Zhenjun Daiyue was already married and had a son named Tiantian. Unfortunately, Tiantian was diagnosed with a rare congenital disease when he was born, and his constitution was extremely weak.Tian Tian died at the age of 15.

Before Tian Tian died, he was extremely talented. He was promoted to Jindan at the age of 15, and he was well educated, courteous, gentle and elegant, like a handsome young man, which made True Monarch Daiyue extremely proud.

But Tiantian's death made Zhenjun Daiyue's mood extremely bad and extremely heavy.

Also because of Tiantian's death, Zhenjun Daiyue divorced her husband.

"Tian'er, it would be great if you were still alive, you are so outstanding, so cute, it's a pity, alas..."

On the other side, in the passenger compartment.

In the bathroom, the mist was steaming, and a petite body was lying in the tub, hazy and unclear.

The surface of the water was gurgling, and there was a continuous rush of water. Arthur's charming face was covered with blush, and he gritted his teeth: "Asshole! I hate it! I have kept my Yuan Yin for so long, and I want to leave it to Brother Hao. Now it has been taken away by Na Xie. What will I do when I marry Brother Hao in the future? It's so annoying, it's really annoying!"

Gudu Gudu!

The surface of the water swelled more violently, Arthur's pretty face became more flushed, her beautiful eyes suddenly became moist, and she looked at the mist in a daze.

As soon as he thought of being intimate with the evil in public, especially when Wu Hao and Zhenjun Daiyue saw him, Arthur's heart thumped wildly, and he became excited violently. Of course, there was also some guilt towards Wu Hao.

"Hmm, bad guy, bastard, pervert!" Asher snorted coquettishly, his face flushed, and it took a few minutes for him to come back to his senses, shaking his head, "What was I thinking, that evil is really damned, next time I meet him, I must kill him! Well, I have to find a helper! Ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators must be useless, why not sister Yuxuezi? Sister Yuxuezi has a cold personality, but she has a good heart. If I ask her, she will definitely protect me."

Qingyang City, Qingyang Taoist Temple, was originally a Taoist temple of a fifth-rank sect, and now it is temporarily requisitioned by Zhenwu Temple as a temporary stronghold for monks of Zhenwu Temple.

Seven Nascent Soul cultivators in navy blue Taoist robes sat cross-legged in the hall, looking at the direction of their seats, they were faintly arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper.

These seven people are called the Seven Sons of the Big Dipper, and they are the most outstanding geniuses of the younger generation of the Holy Sect——Zhenwuguan. Each of them is extremely talented, and they are less than 50 years old.

At this time, all seven people looked at the figure in the center of the hall respectfully.

It was a younger genius with a face like a crown of jade, red lips and white teeth, a slender figure, and an ethereal demeanor like a fairy born out of this world. He held a volume of the ancient Taoist scriptures in his hand, shaking his head and singing the content: "Tao love is not just idle love, since knowing the secrets of heaven should not be taken lightly. First let go of the world's situation, and then study the truth carefully. Before refining the alchemy, first refine the nature.

While chanting, Taos of spiritual energy spontaneously surged up around him, forming blossoming green lotuses all over his body.This is a vision spontaneously formed by heaven and earth, which shows how extraordinary this person is.

Daoist Tianxing, with the peak cultivation of Nascent Soul, is only one step away from Huashen. He is the contemporary son of Zhenwuguan, also known as Tianxing Shengzi.

The seven sons admired and worshiped the real Tianxing, and couldn't help admiring: "The holy son is really the first genius in ten thousand years. He even understood the ancient Taoism scriptures after reading it once. The leader of this meeting of heroes is none other than the holy son!"

Unexpectedly, Daoist Tianxing smiled casually, threw the Ancient Dao Sutra to the Big Dipper, put his hands behind his head, lay down on the ground, lay on his side on the ground, yawned and said, "Well, I am here to cultivate my mind, and the mortal world is just passing by, so I can't get into my eyes. However, I heard that No. 1 in the Junjie Conference will reward an eighth-rank unique technique that has been hidden for tens of thousands of years. It's interesting, so it's okay to show it."

The Seven Sons of the Big Dipper were even more admired, and they all cupped their hands and said: "We will definitely help the Holy Son win the leader's position!"

On the mountains twenty miles west of Qingyang City, there is a nunnery.

The nunnery was originally sparse and ordinary, but now it is temporarily used as a foothold by Shengzong Cihang nunnery.

Under the moonlight, a beautiful white figure flying like a dragon stood in the courtyard, looking up at the moon, her side face was white and smooth, her facial features were soft and delicate, her expression was leisurely and flawless.

She was wearing a long white dress, which vaguely outlines a graceful and sexy figure, which is so cloudy and misty that it is hard to see clearly, but it is also heart-warming.

The Holy Maiden of Cihang Nunnery—the Immortal Huaxuan, also known as the Holy Maiden of Huaxuan.

Behind Daoist Huaxuan, followed by four flowery and jade-like women, all of them were Nascent Soul cultivators.

"The catastrophe is about to happen, how can we stay out of it? This time, everyone should be more careful." Looking at the bright moonlight, Master Huaxuan sighed softly, faintly, even Hua'er sighed.

"Follow the order of the saint!"

The four girls cupped their hands and drank tenderly.

Qingyang City, north of the city, inside Jinyang Temple.

The holy son of the Shengzong Fumo Temple, the dharma name is Zhenmo, also known as Zhenmo Zhenren, the son of Zhenmo.

This boy was tall, two meters tall, with strong muscles, not bloated, but very handsome.

Zhenmo Zhenren has a bald head, wearing a golden cassock on the outside, and a black long gown on the inside. On the cassock, there are countless ghost patterns of Zhenmo engraved on the cassock, which adds a bit of majesty to him.

Real Zhenmo sits cross-legged on the futon, facing the golden body of the Buddha statue, but closes his eyes tightly, puts his hands together, and meditates on Qi.

At this time, a Nascent Soul monk walked into the hall silently, and said in a low voice, "Holy Son, we found a trace left by the monks of the Demon Sect with secret methods, but we couldn't find where they were."

hum!
Zhenmo Zhenren opened his eyes, and there was a bright golden Buddha light blooming for a moment. His face was serious, and his voice was majestic: "The holy monk's induction is really good. There must be a demon sect making trouble in this meeting. It is our mission to continue to investigate, destroy the demon way, and guide the common people to the right path!"

"Obey, Holy Son." Monk Nascent Soul clasped his hands together and saluted respectfully.

Inside Longevity Villa, passenger compartment.

Yin Tianchou's face was gloomy, and he was dressed in a gorgeous black robe. He sat there and said, "Have you hidden it? Don't let the Four Great Sages find it out. It doesn't matter if you die, it will be troublesome if you get involved in the big plan."

A stream of black smoke took the shape of a human, fluttering like a ghost, and made a hoarse voice: "Don't worry, they will never find us even if they dig three feet into the ground. It's your father, has he made up his mind?"

Yin Tianchou said lightly: "He is already on his way to Qingzhou, now he can tell me the details of the big plan."

Hei Yan chuckled: "Now is not the time, let's wait a while."

Yin Tianchou frowned, and just about to say something, the black smoke dissipated immediately, Yin Tianchou was upset and snorted coldly.

Lord Zhanlong came out of the darkness silently, and said: "Your Highness, are those demon cultivators trustworthy? They have refused to reveal their plan until now, so they must be deceiving us, right?"

Yin Tianchou glared at him coldly, and said flatly, "It's none of your business, shut up."

Lord Zhanlong retreated silently again, and stood in the darkness, with a sneer in his heart.

In another cabin.

A beautiful figure is sitting cross-legged in mid-air, exuding the mighty coercion of the late Nascent Soul, and a phantom of the Nascent Soul filled with starlight is emerging behind her. With her long breathing, her full chest heaves violently, and the starlight of the phantom of the Nascent Soul also rises and falls.

hum!
Cao Shaolan suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, and two stars bloomed from her eyes, which quickly disappeared.

"The catastrophe will soon begin."

Cao Shaolan raised her head, looked at the ceiling of the room, looked through the roof through her spiritual consciousness, saw the starry sky, opened her mouth slightly, and uttered a clear and pleasant voice, "I will definitely survive this catastrophe and be promoted to a saint, Zhang Liang. After that, if you are still alive, I will kill you again."

"It's only three days until the Junjie Conference begins."

Three days later, the hero meeting was officially held in Qingzhou.

Qingyang City is empty for thousands of people.

The streets were crowded with civilians, and there was also a monk floating in mid-air, and there was a lot of voices.

Today is the day when the much-anticipated Junjie Conference begins.

In the sky, streaks of auras were arranged into eight big characters "Great Zhou Longchao Heroes Conference", each of which was a thousand meters long and wide, floating high in the sky, like a giant billboard, clearly visible from ten miles away.

As a grand event in the Dragon Dynasty, the Hero Conference is held only once every hundred years, and each time it is held, it will last for half a year to a year.The time span is so long that many ordinary people can't even see a meeting of heroes in their lifetime.Even a Jindan cultivator, in his life span of 500 years, can only watch the Heroes Conference a few times at most.

As a national grand event, the Heroes Conference was organized by Qingzhou Mu, King Qingyou, with the participation of the seven holy sects.However, that was in the past. As the relationship between the Dragon Dynasty and the three major holy sects of the Demon Sect has become hostile for nearly a hundred years, now only the four decent holy sects such as the Tianjianzong participate in the hero meeting.And the demon monks are forbidden to step into the territory of Longchao, let alone participate in the hero meeting.

Even without the participation of the three major holy sects, the Grand Master Conference still attracted talented monks from all over the country and even neighboring countries, whether it was the top eighth-rank or ninth-rank sects, or the lowest first-rank or second-rank sects, or casual cultivator geniuses, all came to Qingyang City.

At this moment, hundreds of thousands of monks were already densely packed in the sky above Qingyang City, and all of them looked excitedly at the towering empty island in the sky—the Qing Palace.

The majestic Qing Palace is extremely gorgeous, with blue bricks and white tiles, white jade floors, and golden beams and columns, revealing a taste of luxury.

This palace of King Qingyou is high above the sky on weekdays, suspended in the sky 5000 meters above Qingyang City, overlooking Qingzhou like a king.

At this moment, driven by the formation, the Qing Palace descended to a height of 500 meters above Qingyang City, and even the people in Qingyang City could clearly see it.

hum!
A bright cyan light shot up into the sky, accompanied by the release of the vast pressure of transforming gods. The tens of millions of people and hundreds of thousands of monks in Qingyang City all bowed their heads respectfully, bowed their hands and saluted, and shouted loudly:
"Greetings to King Qingyou!"

"You're welcome."

The majestic male voice spread in all directions, and a gorgeous and tall purple figure appeared on the top of the Qing Palace.

(End of this chapter)