Fantasy: I Am A Big Villain

"Boom!" Soon after the old man with red spots screamed, a loud noise came from the forbidden area, and everyone didn't know what happened.

When that loud bang sounded, there were fierce Spiritual Qi fluctuations on the forbidden area. Those Spiritual Qi fluctuations shook the void, as if someone blew themselves up.

Obviously, although others can't see it, they also feel that someone is blew up. Combined with the screams of the old man with red spots, it is very likely that this blew is the blew of the old man with red spots.

The old man with red spots is one of the top masters here. He actually blew himself up. What can force him to blew himself up? And just now the concentration of Spiritual Qi suddenly soared, everyone present was very curious and solemn.

"Roar!" This is the roar of the strong old man.

"Kill!" The sturdy old man yelled, his voice rolled, and everyone could feel the bitter killing intent.

"Ah!!!" shouted the strong old man, his sorrow and despair could be heard in his voice.

"Om!" In Yan Wuxie's eyes, a transparent long sword appeared in the sky above the forbidden place. The long sword made a scream. After a while, the long sword gradually faded and disappeared, and the strong old man's voice I can't hear it anymore.

"Wow!" Everyone here was in an uproar, whispering and talking, the scene turned out to be a little like a vegetable market.

"What happened? Why did the two ancestors of Eastern Wasteland Sacred Land die so miserably!" a disciple of Southern Wasteland Sacred Land asked flusteredly.

"What do the teachers think about this matter?" Another disciple asked anxiously.

Many disciples looked at the high-levels of Sacred Land one after another, and Yan Wuxie also looked at them. After all, they are the creatures of the lower realm who know the upper realm best, and they must know more than their own.

But the senior officials of Sacred Land were a little silent at the moment, and their faces were heavy. They obviously guessed the reason for the tragic death of the two old men, but they didn't say it.

Yan Wuxie's heart moved, except for the gods of the upper realm, there was no other possibility. Nothing else can make the Sacred Land executives here so jealous and heavy.

God of Upper Realm? Yan Wuxie was a little disdainful. After all, he had already killed two upper-level gods, so what if he killed two more? And these Sacred Land seniors are not weaker than themselves. They can kill the gods themselves, and they should be able to kill the gods, but why are they so jealous?

Yan Wuxie's gaze swept over those who were talking about Sacred Land. These Sacred Land seniors were obviously the fifth rank of the great emperor, and they were the fifth rank of the great emperor not weaker than the erythema old man. It shouldn't be difficult to kill the gods.

Heavenly Tribulation! When Yan Wuxie saw the Transcends Tribulation of Beizhu, he immediately wanted to understand everything. If these people want to deal with the gods, they must use all their strength, and exhausting all their strength is likely to lead to Heavenly Tribulation. The sad bamboo turned into ashes.

And, demigod! Will the gods in the lower realm also become demigods? If they become a demigod, can they still slaughter the gods in the fifth rank? Yan Wuxie's heart also became very heavy.

"Go!" An old woman from Southern Wilderness Sacred Land waved her hand and wanted to take many disciples away. On the other side, Western Wilderness Sacred Land and Northern Wilderness Sacred Land also meant to leave.

Although they are obedient to the gods of the upper realm, they are not obedient to all the gods, nor do they have to dedicate everything to the gods. No one knows what is going on with the gods on the forbidden area, if it is unfavorable to own, then they will have no power to fight back.

"Go? Where to go? Everyone came to our Eastern Wasteland Sacred Land, the old man hasn't treated him well yet!" Big Elder walked out, followed by Haohui and Five Elder.

【Ding! A son of luck is detected, the villain air transport system is turned on, spend a thousand villain value to check his past! 】Thousand villain value? The gods of the upper realm? Yan Wuxie's heart moved, whether it was the Big Elder or the Five Elder, why didn't he find it before?

【Ding! Son of luck is a puzzled old man who was originally a Rogue Cultivator from the upper realm. He came to the lower realm due to a serious injury. 】

[Originally Cultivation Base was a lower god, because the upper and lower realm passage is half open, it is now a demi god! The current air luck value is 4000! 】

[Owning Realm, can control the cultivator, the higher the Cultivation Base, the weaker the control! Own the artifact Flying Soul Knife! 】

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

Yan Wuxie looked at the old man of Dao Bone Fairy Wind in the distance, unexpectedly changed a core, this confused old man was actually Elder's grandfather!

This time, Son of Luck is not the protagonist, but Gold Finger? Yan Wuxie thought.

And demigods, they are actually demigods! Yan Wuxie took a deep look at Hao Hui and didn't dare to look again.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for encountering the new plot. The fate of the lower realm is once again in the hands of the host. For the countless creatures in the lower realm, start optional tasks! 】

[Option 1: Run directly, son of luck blood sacrifices to countless Sacred Land disciples, the upper and lower border channels will be opened immediately, no rewards! 】

[Option 2: Kneel down and beg for mercy, become an accomplice of son of luck, and successfully get a good impression of a master and a certain force in the upper realm! 】

[Option 3: Fight to the death! Prevent son of luck from opening the channel and reward a lot of villain value! 】

Seeing these three options, Yan Wuxie was a little dumbfounded. Are you serious about the system? Except for option one, he has almost no other choice.

As for the opening of the upper realm passage, countless Sacred Land disciples have fallen. What does this have to do with Yan Wuxie?

All right! It does matter. He doesn't want to open the upper and lower realm so soon. With his current strength, after countless upper realm gods descend, he will become a bigger ant, and he can no longer bully the so-called gods like before. .

Yan Wuxie took a deep breath. He didn't plan to make a choice right away, he planned to observe the situation first.

"No, I am very grateful for the reception of Elder, but something seems to have happened to my teacher, and many senior brothers urged me to come back!" said a bald head from Sacred Land in the West Wilderness.

The other two Sacred Lands also found excuses to leave. As for Eastern Wasteland Sacred Land, Mo Xuanji hesitated a bit, and finally gritted his teeth and came to Elder.

"Big Elder!" Mo Xuanji saluted, he asked softly, "Did you kill countless disciples just now?"

"What if it's me? What if it's not me?" Big Elder said frivolously. There was no such thing as an immortal wind, and the eyes under his white eyebrows were full of evil.

"You...not the big Elder!" Mo Xuanji stared at the big Elder, slowly spit out a word.

"Why does everyone in Eastern Wasteland Sacred Land like to ask about the origins of others? Right! That's right! I am not your Elder, I am a god in the upper realm. I appeared today to kill you and wait!"

The confused old man laughed and said his own plan.

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