Author: Jiang Fenglaihe

The wind and rain are like darkness, and the wind in the bamboo forest is like waves.

The young man in white held his sword and stepped into the City of Ghosts from the Floating Sky Mountain. He had a protective barrier around him to isolate him from the wind and rain from the outside world.

The young man in white has handsome features and long hair like silk. He has a long sword and stands on his chest. His spiritual energy spurts out from his body, forming a transparent circle.

The door to the demon world opened wide, Demon Lord Ji Wuge looked at him from top to bottom, flipping his palms, overwhelming demonic energy came towards him.

"A mere ant is trying to cause trouble in our demon clan."

The young man in white looked at the demonic energy, and the sword in his hand let out dragon roars.

His fingertips traced the edge of the sword, and the sword greedily sucked his blood. The boy's satin-like black hair gradually turned white, and his clothes were flying, surrounded by a white halo.

As if talking to himself, "Someone once said that the killing array should not be used lightly, but today, I want to avenge her."

His eyes gradually became determined, and for a moment, sand and stones flew, and lightning split the sky, like a torn scroll. The young man's white clothes were stained red with blood, and blood flowed from the corners of his lips. His long sword resisted the overwhelming evil energy.

There was blood between heaven and earth. Ji Wuge heard the demons not far away from the demon world wailing in pain, and a trace of anger flashed between his eyebrows. However, he never thought that he had offended this person and made him risk his life like this just for the sake of it.

Kill yourself.

He underestimated him. His cultivation level was so low, but he could use the killing formation. He was lucky enough to see this formation many years ago. In the deserted city, he remembered that that formation directly destroyed his entire city.

Cheng's men, even those who survived, were seriously injured.

The demonic energy in his body was rioting, and a small formation could kill him, which was ridiculous.

A magic sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and with just a wave of his hand, countless black birds burst out of the air and enveloped the young man in an airtight net.

The young man moved his steps, his long sword carrying snowflakes. He was like a fluttering butterfly, his posture was light and his steps were gentle. His blood flowed more and more, and his face became paler.

Ji Wuge felt as if the surrounding space was restricted by a force, and the demonic energy in his body was rapidly draining away. It turned out that this was the power of the killing array, which could attract the power of heaven and earth and obliterate everyone within the array.

He sneered, raised his sword and slashed at the young man. He was a ungrateful thing. The young man looked at him and muttered something.

"I use my blood to comfort the souls of the dead, and I use my body to strangle demonic obstacles."

He looked at the gray sky, gradually breaking through the clouds and forming formations.

The next moment, the magic sword broke through the transparent barrier and penetrated straight into his chest. He was hanging above the magic sword, his eyes neither sad nor happy.

"Why do you insist on my death?" Ji Wuge felt a powerful force imprisoning him.

"You are a descendant of the Qingyun Cheng family. I don't remember that I have offended you." His tone was a little angry, and his breathing gradually became faster. The demonic energy around him continued to linger, but he was still unable to break the spatial restriction.

"Where is the formation?" He grabbed the boy's neck and gradually tightened it, watching him spit out blood.

The young man finally got into the mood. His beautiful eyes curled up and he said, "It's on you."

Ji Wuge was stunned, and the young man's voice sounded like coaxing, "Within your magic pill, as long as you destroy the magic pill, the formation will be broken."

He raised his hand and waved it, and his palm fell on the young man's face, "Looking for death."

The young man fell to the ground like a worn-out butterfly, and Ji Wusinger's sword penetrated straight into his shoulder blade.

He felt that his power was gradually dissipating. Without the magic pill, he had become the useless person he despised the most. He could only choose between dying here.

Ji Wuge looked at the dying young man, raised his hand and slapped his face, madman, I have never seen such a crazy person in my life.

He felt the strangulating force coming towards him. He held the magic sword and fought with that force. If this continued, he would run out of strength and be strangled in the formation.

He stared at the people on the ground, his palms transformed, and the magic pill came out from his chest. He raised his hand and squeezed the magic pill.

He raised his hand and threw the young man's body high into the air, then instantly turned it into powder.

He felt his body gradually draining away, becoming just like an ordinary person.

The restriction between heaven and earth was lifted, and snow suddenly fell. Su Furong looked at all this. She didn't know why she came here. She felt that this young man in white looked familiar, but she still didn't know who it was.

She thought maybe she was a disciple of a certain sect in the immortal world, and she had a chance encounter with him. She hadn't been back to the immortal sect for a long time, and the memory of those people was a little blurry in his mind. But seeing Ji Wuge's current appearance, she was still quite happy.

I'm happy, but it's a pity for this little junior brother.

Su Furong sighed, feeling that the young man in white looked familiar. She drifted to the bloody place and suddenly saw a black short knife with the word "furong" crookedly engraved on the handle.

She felt something looked familiar. This was not the dagger she had hidden in the deserted city. It had just disappeared with the city when she escaped that day.

I don’t know how it happened to this person.

As early as decades ago, the Cheng family of Qingshan mobilized their family strength to use blood sacrifice array to strangle the old devil. The old devil was about to enter the void realm and live the same life as heaven, so he was strangled like this.

The Cheng family produced many talented formation masters back then. It is no wonder that this young man dared to join the demon clan alone. This may be the descendant left by the Cheng family.

Su Furong felt a little sad for a moment. She looked at the snowflakes in the sky covering up the bloodstains, as if God was also sorry for his death.

She felt that her consciousness was getting blurry and she was going to disappear, but it was worth it to see Ji Wuge's retribution before disappearing.

She seemed to have had a long dream, in which she was watching a shadow puppet show, and Yu Qingqing was the protagonist of the show.

She saw the front page of the play, which read "Koi's Manual for Immortality."

Su Furong saw that as long as everyone came into contact with Yu Qingqing, they would fall in love with her and become her subordinates.

Yu Qingqing had great luck. The monk he rescued was the son of Jianzhuang in the world of cultivation. When he dug in the mountains, he found thousands of years old Ganoderma lucidum. Even if he fell off the cliff, he could still pick up the treasures left behind by the great master of cultivation.

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Su Furong also saw herself in this story. She was the setback that Yu Qingqing encountered in the early stages. She relied on her high level of cultivation to look down on the vicious female supporting characters who belittled her.

She saw her own character introduction, the stupid and vicious female supporting character No. 3. She kept acting like a monster in Yu Qingqing's story, including but not limited to being cold-faced and cold-mouthed to her junior sister, causing her to cry all night, and the Immortal Sect Competition.

He did not give in to the junior sister, which caused the junior sister to go retrograde in order to win over the overdraft of her spiritual power, and she eventually fell into a coma.

Fleur has always known that there is something wrong with this world, and that everyone and everything is driving her to a dead end.

So that's it, that's it, she's just a supporting role in someone else's playbook.

It was so sad, so ridiculous. She had been played by the heavens all her life and was destined to not have a happy death. Su Furong couldn't even cry, she just felt ridiculous.

She was unable to control her life, and eventually ended up being rejected by her master and losing all her cultivation.

It turns out that it was just because she was born to be a supporting role beside the protagonist, adding drama.

She is a joke, a supporting role, a traitor, and a villain, but she is not herself.

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Su Furong opened her eyes suddenly, gasping for breath, and heard the sound of the north wind blowing through the forest. When she opened her eyes, she saw a familiar house.

She only thought it was in a dream.

But the pain was so painful that it almost tore her heart out.

Su Furong cried and laughed, and touched her face, which was smooth and delicate.

She came back, back to when she was still in Kunlun Mountain.

She opened the door, and the snow outside blew into the house. She was wearing thin clothes, and she was stunned to see Su Qingyun standing under the steps, holding a bowl of noodles and looking at her with a smile.

"Senior sister, the disciple selection competition has ended, do you still want to go and have a look?"

Su Furong stared blankly at the thin boy in front of her. This was the teenage Su Qingyun. The overwhelming emotions in Su Furong's chest made her eyes turn red.

Disciple selection competition? She returned to this time. At this time, she was still the senior sister of Kunlun Mountain. Jiang Hanyi was still a mortal kneeling at the mountain gate to ask for immortality. She had not yet met Yu Qingqing.

There is still time for everything.

This time, no one can control her body, and no one can manipulate her soul.

She will always be herself. Su Furong looked at her sword. She would take her sword and walk above all of them.
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