I’m Really a Villain

The Nine Regions have always been deeply taboo against the Demon Race.

Even in normal times, everyone will skip the Demon Race and not discuss it.

Most people in the Nine Regions hate and dislike the Demon Race very much.

In this world called Nie Demon Realm, the demon race is respected, and no one opposes it.

They have been notifying Nine Domains for many years.

From very ancient times, the Demon Race has been the ruler of the Demon Realm.

It can be said to be deeply rooted and deeply influential here.

At this moment, somewhere in the void of the Demon Realm.

This place was invaded by the demon energy all over the sky, and the thick black enveloped everything.

It seems to have been silent for countless years.

An ancient existence suddenly woke up, and said indifferently: "He...he came after all."

There was silence in the void for a long time, and no one answered.

The voice continued: "I knew that he would come one day.

Because he is the greatest demon king in the world. "

The voice fell, and another voice next to it followed.

"Then what about our home?"

"Everything has its destiny, and it's not in control," the voice sighed.

……………

Xu Zimo's figure entered the chaotic cloud stream.

The mountain road is rugged and weeds are overgrown under the feet.

Not long after Xu Zimo left, he heard someone's voice not far away.

"Five Cranes come from the northwest, Feifeiling Taiqing.

On the green cloud of the fairy, it is named after Dao Anqi.

…………

I want to ask, floating like a shooting star.

May the golden light grass be eaten, and the life will be as long as the sky. "

I could only hear the man humming verses, the way he sang was very weird, the voice was so high that it resounded throughout the mountain stream.

Xu Zimo looked up and found that this man was just a woodcutter.

Carrying a bundle of firewood on his back, wearing gray short sleeves, and a straw hat on his head.

After walking a certain distance, he wiped the sweat from his brow.

Humming poetry again and walking towards the distance.

Xu Zimo frowned slightly, because in his perception, this person was an ordinary person.

There is no fluctuation of spiritual energy in the body.

How could ordinary people appear in such a place.

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"Brother in front, please wait a moment," Xu Zimo shouted.

The woodcutter stopped when he heard the sound, looked around, and finally saw Xu Zimo coming from a distance.

"What is it?" asked the woodcutter.

"I'm a little lost, I don't know where this is?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile.

"Oh, you come from the north," replied the woodcutter.

"This is Luanyun Village, where are you going?"

"Hundred Flowers Valley," Xu Zimo replied.

"We don't have the Valley of Hundred Flowers here, did you go to the wrong place?" the woodcutter asked suspiciously.

"Who taught you that poem?" Xu Zimo asked.

"In the gymnasium on the mountain, there are immortals there. I heard the disciples of the immortals read it every morning, so I learned it," the woodcutter replied.

"Is the gymnasium on the top of the climbing ladder?" Xu Zimo pointed in the direction and said.

The woodcutter nodded slightly.

Xu Zimo took another look at the woodcutter, then stepped forward and ran towards the top of the climbing ladder.

His speed was so fast that he disappeared from the woodcutter's sight within a few breaths.

"What a strange man," the woodcutter shook his head slightly, and then he carried the firewood and sang poems, and walked forward.

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The climbing ladder is very high.

It lives up to its reputation as a cloud climber.

It took Xu Zimo almost half an hour to reach the top.

Like the top of a mountain.

There are dense pine trees on it.

Even in today's late autumn, the pines and cypresses are still green and stand on the cliffs.

Surrounded by pines and cypresses, there is a quaint gymnasium with a decent size.

The architectural style of the Gym is gray.

A circle of walls surround the gymnasium, and the entrance is a gate like an iron fence.

At this time, there was a bell ringing from inside.

Two young men in Taoist robes stood guard on both sides of the door.

Xu Zimo looked up and saw the three big characters Laojunguan engraved on the gymnasium.

On each side is a couplet.

For three thousand years in the spring and autumn, the boundless seeks the top of the Tao.

Xu Zimo walked up the steps, but was stopped by young Taoist priests on both sides.

"What is the donor doing?" asked the Taoist priest on the left.

"I want to visit your gym," Xu Zimo said.

"The gymnasium is not welcoming guests now, so please come back, benefactor," said the Taoist priest on the right shaking his head.

Just as he finished speaking, a majestic voice suddenly came from inside the gymnasium.

"Since he is a predestined person, let him come in."

Hearing that voice, the two Taoist priests looked at Xu Zimo in surprise.

Immediately after closing and opening his hands, the heavy door of the gymnasium was slowly opened.

"Benefactor, please come in."

"Fateful person?" Xu Zimo was a little puzzled.

However, he still walked into the hall.

This gymnasium looks very large, but in fact, many places are empty spaces, and there are not many real halls and houses.

There are white stone steps at the foot, and not far from the white stone steps is a crystal clear river.

The river is flowing very slowly, is there any fish jumping up?

Above the river is a white jade bridge.

After Xu Zimo walked in, the bell rang again in the gymnasium.

The voice was very urgent, one after another, shaking the void.

Xu Zimo stepped onto the bridge, and on the opposite side of the bridge was a very prominent hall.

There are several figures in the main hall that can be vaguely seen.

There are lush pine trees on both sides, and the sound coming from the hall can already be heard as you walk forward.

"In ancient times, the four poles were abolished and the nine states were torn apart.

The sky is not at the same time, and the earth is not weekly.

The fire never goes out, and the water never stops.

Wild beasts devour the people, and birds of prey grab the old and the weak.

……………. "

Someone above is teaching, and the gymnasium disciples below are reading aloud in unison.

A solemn and solemn scene.

When Xu Zimo walked down the jade bridge, the sound of reading aloud suddenly stopped.

All the disciples stopped and looked at the people walking outside.

Under the gaze of everyone, Xu Zimo walked into the hall.

This hall is no different from ordinary halls.

Disciples stood one by one on both sides, and at the top sat an old Taoist wearing a spacious Taoist robe and holding a whisk.

The old Taoist spirit is strong, and the Taoist rhyme is bold.

Tall and straight, with long beard and white beard.

"You're here," the old man said before Xu Zimo could speak.

"You know me?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Naturally, otherwise how would you have entered my gym," the old Taoist said with a smile.

"Are you sure you didn't recognize the wrong person?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Why do I have no impression of you at all."

"Think about it carefully, you have been here before," said the old Taoist.

"I've been here?" Xu Zimo was taken aback for a moment.

He frowned slightly, but he didn't have the slightest impression.

"Forget it, when you come back to life again, you will lose a lot of memories," the old Taoist sighed.

I saw the fly whisk in his hand wave.

The artistic conception of Tao spread out, and he said calmly: "Today's class is over, you all retreat."