When I opened my eyes, I transformed into the cannon-fodder saint who was about to be sacrificed in a fairy tale.
During the sacrificial ceremony, the sect forced me to die for the common people, and I pulled out the ancient magic sword in a desperate situation.
I wanted to protect myself, but who knew that the magic sword lost control on the spot and slaughtered Manshanmen with one sword!
Overnight, I went from being a righteous saint to a world-destroying demon that everyone wanted to beat.
The yandere sword spirit in his mind is still acting coquettishly: "Master, master, was I handsome just now? Next time let's kill someone from the God Realm for fun?"
What's even more terrible is that the first person on the right path who was chasing me, the aloof and cold Taoist Master, blocked me on top of the ruins and looked at me with a heavy gaze: "You, follow me."
Me: "... I mean this is all a misunderstanding, do you believe it?"
