Fantasy: Me! A Destiny Villain

The border between the vast land of Xianchu and the endless demon realm is called the Scarlet Plateau.

This plateau seems to lie at the end of the heaven and the earth, like a backbone, wide and boundless, spreading for hundreds of millions of miles.

On both sides are the abyss shrouded in blood-colored mist, and the gloomy and bleak astral wind is blowing all the year round.

Some practitioners who are weaker in Cultivation Base, when they come here, may be blown away by those strong winds, and their souls will be blown away.

And once fell into the bloody abyss on both sides, even the Immortal King would have a hard time surviving.

Now, with the battle between Xianchu Haotu and Yaoting, the blood here is even more intense.

Countless immortal Chu Haotu Heavenly Soldiers fought with the monster army, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses were everywhere.

This battle has been going on for almost half a year, and although there are a lot of losses on both sides, in terms of its background, it is actually only a painless degree.

The Yaozu is one of the largest and most numerous ethnic groups in the Xiyuan civilization.

Although the demon court has not ruled all the demon clans, but there are countless big demons under its command, and the strength of each big demon is unfathomable.

On top of the big demon, there are also demon generals, big demon generals, demon kings, and so on.

The monster army lost in this period of time is not even a little bit of fur.

The existence of the demon general and demon lord level has not yet ended, but is only responsible for sweeping the formation and watching from the edge of the battlefield.

The Cultivation Base has reached the Immortal Emperor, and even the Dao Realm, is the core existence of the mainstay of each party's forces, and it will be very sad to lose one.

For Xianchu Haotu, the significance of this battle is to deal with the demon court at most.

In fact, Xianchu Haotu did not intend to really fight the demon court.

As for the many demon princes in the demon court, they believed that the demon ancestors were crazy, and it was not wise to start a war with Xianchu Haotu at such a juncture.

However, intimidated by the power of Ju Yaoluo and Yaozu, he did not dare to disobey their orders.

Therefore, many demon lords did not really participate in the battle, and even if they fought against the existence of Xianchu Haotu, they did not try their best to avoid injury.

"Over the years, my father was on the Closed Door Training Insight Avenue in Yuyuan, and Dage, as a demon emperor, also pursued power wholeheartedly and neglected to discipline and manage the demon court, which made the many demon kings under the demon court become less and less afraid of the demon court. power."

"No wonder Xian Chu Haotu didn't show any affection this time, and his attitude was so tough. This is simply bullying me and no one in the demon court."

Dressed in a black-gold cloak and embroidered with the Golden Crow pattern on his sleeves, Di Kun, the seventh prince of the Demon Court, turned into a human figure and was standing on the bloody plateau.

He looked at the tragic battle ahead with an ugly face, and a deep coldness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Among the nine descendants of Yaozu, he ranked seventh, not at the top.

Bloodline Talent is not as good as Dage and others, and his popularity is not as good as the eighth and ninth brothers.

But among the sons, he is the most diligent and hardworking, and also the most diligent in politics.

However, he still did not get the attention of the demon ancestor.

Di Kun was very close to his ninth brother Di Wen, and he also tried to take this opportunity to make Yaozu pay attention to him.

And Di Kun's purpose was also very successful. After he got close to Di Wen, he did get the attention that Yaozu never had before.

But now that the emperor is killed, it will also mean that he may return to the way he used to be, and gradually fade out of the vision of the demon ancestor.

Di Kun was very unwilling, he had the heart to become a demon emperor, but he had no chance to show his talents.

Now he finally saw a glimmer of hope, but now that glimmer of hope has been shattered again.

"Now that my father is at the juncture of anger, Xian Chu Hao can't shrink back and refuses to hand over the murderer who killed the ninth brother. All the demon kings are arrogant and disobedient, and they are unwilling to make a strong attack."

"The other brothers, they are mediocre and incompetent, relying on their blood and talent, they have all the abilities, but they don't know how to use them. Now they are also afraid of Xianchu Haotu, and it is impossible for them to avenge Timor."

"However, this may be another opportunity for me.

Di Kun's eyes flickered, and many thoughts passed through his mind.

He must let the demon ancestor show this maliciousness, and at the same time make Xianchu Haotu pay the bitter price he deserves.

In this way, he can stand out among the mediocre older brothers and gain more respect from the Demon Emperor.

This time, he was so active and set off for the Longling Ancient Region to destroy it, and he also had this consideration in mind.

Opposite the Scarlet Plateau is the other ancient region of Xianchu Haotu, and now many powerhouses are stationed there, shocking the endless demon region from the air.

Among them, there are many Taoist realms that can compete with Emperor Kun.

Although he has survived six calamities, he is not sure that he can really lead the army of the monster clan to capture the opposite side of the Scarlet Plateau.

"Indeed, this is your chance. 99

"If you grasp it, in the future demon court, you will definitely be the demon emperor..."

Suddenly, an ethereal, indistinguishable voice sounded in Di Kun's mind.

This voice is as vast as smoke, far and wide, and the mountains are far from the sea. It is very dull, as if there will be no emotional fluctuations.

"Who the hell are you? 99

Hearing this, Di Kun was stunned for a moment, then reacted, his complexion suddenly changed, and he turned his head to look around.

On the vast and boundless blood-colored plateau, only the endless blood-colored astral wind blows.

Some scattered corpses rolled and fell into the abyss from time to time, not even making a sound.

If it wasn't for this voice, which was too real, it really resounded in his mind.

Di Kun almost wondered if he had heard it wrong.

Relying on his ability to survive six calamities, he has already stepped into the ancestral realm with half a foot, but he can't catch the source of the sound at all.

I don't know where the sound came from.

There is no fluctuation or aura, no trace or direction can be found, it seems more like... from the depths of his heart.

While this shocked Di Kun, it was also a little creepy.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

"The important thing is that I can help you become a demon emperor.

This insipid, emotionless voice resounded in Di Kun's mind again.

"Help me become a demon emperor?"

Di Kun's complexion changed again, suppressing the shock and horror that appeared in his eyes.

He was completely sure that this voice came from the bottom of his heart.

It seems that he can fully understand what he is thinking in 2.0.

"Don't you want to?" The voice seemed to be making an unintelligible chuckle.

Although it was a chuckle, there was still not much emotional fluctuation.

This made Di Kun even more shocked.

To know such means, even his father could not do it.

As an existence who has survived six calamities, he has completely concealed his fate.

What you think and feel is all contained within yourself, how can you be captured and known by others?

He couldn't help but endure the horror, tried his best to regain his composure, and then took a deep breath and asked,

"How on earth did you know what was in my mind?"

"As long as you have desires, then I can hear your desires, I live in the hearts of all beings, and I am omnipotent.

The voice's answer was still flat, and it still didn't make any waves.