Fantasy: I Am A Big Villain

Yan Wuxie held the beast god and walked a certain distance, and finally saw the legendary good fortune room.

This is the building? What appeared in front of Yan Wuxie was a building about seven or eight feet high, with silver-gray walls and a roof full of artistic feelings, and a wind of science and technology was blowing!

Isn't this a fantasy world? How come to the world of science fiction? No wonder it always talks about the laboratory laboratory!

Is Shangjing a world dominated by science fiction? However, looking at the clothing of Zhuanyuan Haohui and others, it also looks like the ancient world!

Yan Wuxie walked around the root of the wall, guessing at the god-level civilization in the upper realm.

"The door to this good fortune room is right in front!" The Muse behind him suddenly said.

Yan Wuxie turned a corner of the wall, her eyes wide open, and she saw a group of people standing scattered on the flat square. There are many people here who have seen it outside, but they didn't expect them to come earlier than themselves.

【Ding! A son of luck is detected, and the villain air transport system is turned on! Spend a thousand villain values ​​to view the past! 】

【Ding! A son of luck is detected, and the villain air transport system is turned on! Spend a thousand villain values ​​to view the past! 】

The two consecutive system prompts made Yan Wuxie stunned for a moment. There are actually two sons of luck? They are still worth a thousand villain, are they two people from the upper realm?

Yan Wuxie looked at the crowd. Although most of these people had Emperor Sage's Cultivation Base, most of them were solo travelers. Even if they were not solo travelers, there were rarely more than three or four people. There is only a group of a dozen people gathered together.

And the leader of the team was two extraordinary middle-aged men, one of them was a sturdy middle-aged man with a dark and honest appearance, and the other was a middle-aged white-faced middle-aged man with elegant temperament.

Are these two son of luck? It should be the uncle of luck! Yan Wuxie murmured.

【Ding! Son of luck is determined by its luck value, not age! 】

All right! Yan Wuxie smashed his mouth, spent two thousand luck!

【Ding! son of luck Tao Gui, originally a direct descendant of the Tao family of the middle god family in the upper realm, voluntarily went to the lower realm to seek resources due to the family crisis! 】

[Originally, Cultivation Base was a lower god, after reaching the lower realm, he changed to the fifth rank of the great emperor! The current luck value is 3500! 】

【Owning Realm, there are no other treasures, it is the worst son of luck in the lower realm! 】

【Ding! Turn on the face slap system, and get the corresponding villain value according to the reduced air luck value! 】

This...it's so miserable! This was the first son of luck that Yan Wuxie had encountered. Apart from a higher value of luck, there were no treasures, and the value of luck was still the worst upper-level god he had ever encountered.

【Ding! Son of luck dialect Lin, originally a sideline of the Fang family of the middle god family in the upper realm, flees to the lower realm for stealing treasures from the direct descendant! 】

[Originally, Cultivation Base was a lower god, after reaching the lower realm, he changed to the fifth rank of the great emperor! The current air luck value is 4000! 】

[Have the Holy Word Realm, a stolen page written by a higher god! 】【Ding! Turn on the face slap system, and get the corresponding villain value according to the reduced air luck value! 】

These two are just here! A dragon sleeve that can't survive half a chapter in the book! It's actually a son of luck now, and the luck value is up to three thousand!

Is the god of Shangjing really a son of luck? If I am on the upper realm, wouldn't I be able to meet a son of luck casually? This is heaven for someone who has villain value!

"System, why doesn't he deprive him of the sacred book written by his superior god?" Yan Wuxie was a little strange.

【Ding! This page of the book is a page of erotic novels written by an unknown upper god, and the content is filthy! This system refuses to deprive garbage! 】

Erotic novels written by upper gods? Yan Wuxie is a little speechless! It turns out that the gods of the upper realm also look at these kinds of things.

"But it seems that I am more interested in this page of divine book!" Yan Wuxie thought, touching his chin. He had never read an erotic novel written by a god!

Yan Wuxie came to the square while thinking about it, followed everyone’s sights, only saw a huge iron gate, this iron gate is also full of technological elements, the gate is carved with various symbols, these symbols are full of In addition to the geometric beauty, colorful rays of light continuously flow on the symbol.

At the bottom of the door stood seven or eight old men with white hair, holding various instruments and treasures, constantly measuring.

"This is the defensive gate of scientific and technological testing. Fantasy should not be possible!" Yan Wuxie thought. He looked at the two waste sons of luck, "They won't go? As the upper realm gods, they are better than us. People in the lower level should be clearer, but looking at their looks, there is no feeling of guilt at all!"

Is it because they are too trash, or because they don't know much about it at all.

"Obviously this is the case! You are not right!" Suddenly the quarrel came, and Yan Wuxie turned his head to see that the old men were arguing blushing.

"You don't die, you know what a fart! It's obviously the gate here, just stop the formation with some energy here!" said an old bald man.

"Hi, your ancestor! This is obviously just a defensive formation. It turns into a killing formation in an instant, and we all have to die!" A grumpy old man next to a sharp knife was about to give the bald old man a white knife into the red knife. out.

"My special mother said to attack from this place! Your special mother just don't believe it!" A long-bearded old man burst into a long breath.

"Dare you try!" The grumpy old man and the bald old man yelled at the long-bearded old man at the same time.

"Heh! Try it, who is afraid of whom?" The old man long to be sneered, rolling up his sleeves as he wanted to bombard the iron gate.

...

Seeing that this group of gray-haired old men was about to fight, the crowds onlookers were full of black lines, and some people finally couldn't help it! One of the brawny red-haired men walked out of the crowd, carrying a pair of purple gold and bronze hammers, the emperor's fourth rank aura exploded, suppressing all the old men.

"A group of Great Masters? A group of old people in formation? Ha, from the night before until now, they have been arguing and calculating, and now there is no clue! Ha ha, what a bunch of trash!"

The brawny man shouted coldly. The old men who were talking about flushed faces and were short of breath. This look made people wonder. If they insulted a few more words, would these old men lose their breath on the spot?

"A group of old people waiting to die!" The strong man's purple gold and bronze hammer exudes a strong light, and his aura keeps rising. But the streamer on the iron gate was moving faster, as if he wanted to react.

"No! Stop! No!" All the old men finally came back to their senses. They looked at the brawny man in horror and shouted frantically: "Quick! Quick! Stop him!"

"Boom!" In everyone's eyes, the brawny man's copper hammer fell on the iron door with a deafening sound.

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!