I’m Really a Villain

Baimon and the Seven-faced Demon General looked at each other, and they ruled half of the sea alone, stirring up the vast North Sea.

As more and more water streams approached, the scope of this flame world became smaller and smaller.

Baimon stepped forward, his hands were open, and a spear exuding a strong magic energy was stretched out in his palms.

"The magic spear kills the sky," Baimeng held the magic spear in his hand, pierced all the void along the way, stirred up the sea area and the raging fire, and killed the consciousness body.

"Suppression," Xu Zimo also used the last trace of power on the Chaos Orb.

The Chaos Orb, which was already on the verge of dimming, once again bloomed brilliantly, suppressing the conscious body.

With a "boom", the fire was completely torn apart, and the tip of the magic spear directly pierced the eyebrows of the conscious body.

Suddenly, the wind and thunder changed suddenly, and the wind was full of force, turning into magic arrows and piercing fiercely.

The conscious body screamed in pain.

Under the control of the Seven-faced Demon General, Beihai's aura became stronger and stronger, and finally completely annihilated the flame world.

And the consciousness body finally exploded, and the aftermath directly sent several people flying out.

The Chaos Orb returned to the real life world, and Xu Zimo's figure fell down directly.

"My lord, are you alright?" Bai Meng asked worriedly while supporting him.

Xu Zimo waved his hands and tried his best to stand up straight.

He looked at the place where the conscious body exploded, and there appeared a remnant monument and a flame.

"Bring it here and let me have a look," Xu Zimo said.

The seven-faced demon brought the remnant stele, Xu Zimo's eyes narrowed, and he saw the four big characters "Zhu Rong asked" written on it.

He stared at the remnant stele, and the world in front of him suddenly changed.

It was as if the mind had been sucked into a new world.

When he came back to his senses, a series of pictures appeared in front of his eyes.

A giant was burning with flames, standing on a vast expanse of land.

The flame incinerates all things, and he is honored as the God of Vulcan.

Zhu Rong is the number one fire god in the world, and the flame he uses is also named after him, the fire of Zhu Rong.

He lived in the ancient times, which was the wildest era in the Nine Regions.

The ancient gods are in power, everything is scarce, and they are the leaders of the world.

The picture in front of me is changing, what is flame?

Xu Zimo couldn't help but have such doubts in his heart.

Someone fights with fire, it's violent, it's destructive, it's fiery.

But there are also people who use fire to cook and keep warm.

Flame is inseparable from two words, creation.

Whether it is the raging fire that incinerates everything, or the spark that cooks food, it is inseparable from the use of species.

So flame is creation.

The switching speed of the screen was very fast. After dozens of seconds, Xu Zimo seemed to have experienced everything, and his eyes returned to the North Sea again.

"My lord, are you okay?" Baimeng asked quickly.

"It's a little weak, and it will take a long time to cultivate," Xu Zimo shook his head.

Ordinary consumption can be recovered quickly with his realm, but the consumption of the Chaos Orb is too great.

Mind and body, including my own blood, are a little tired and exhausted.

After the picture just disappeared, the four characters "Zhu Rong asked" on the remnant stele gradually disappeared.

And in Xu Zimo's mind, there was an extra exercise.

It was the ancient mystical technique that Zhu Rong asked.

Zhu Rong is the master of fire, so of course the whole article is about the way of fire.

And the crimson flame next to it is Zhu Rong's fire.

Xu Zimo stretched out his hand and put away Zhu Rongzhi's fire.

Bai Meng and the Seven-faced Demon General returned to the mainland of China, while Xu Zimo found a relatively peaceful place and prepared to recuperate for a while.

……………

At this moment, in the nether world.

This is also one of the nine domains.

The illusory sea fluctuates, especially a pool of ashes. Everything in the world, no matter how light, cannot float on the illusory sea.

Once anything touches the Illusory Sea, it sinks immediately without any resistance.

A fantasy sea is a world.

Under the illusory sea, there is a netherworld, and the return journey of all sentient beings is boundless.

Here is the way of death, the end of everything.

Because only the dead are entertained here.

Death energy entangles the whole world, and the fantasy sea is divided into eighteen layers of worlds.

Corresponding to Avici Hell.

There is no distinction between good and evil here, so the souls of the dead will go to the eighteenth floor of hell.

In the end, according to the contribution of the individual, he will rise up until he reaches the first hell, where he can be reincarnated.

Of course, the so-called rebirth is the second person, and everything in the previous life will disappear.

In the Nether Realm, the first stop is Luofu Village.

Going forward, it is the Soul Gathering Pass.

At this moment, in front of Luofu Village, all the dead souls gathered here, lined up one by one to brand their identities, and walked inside.

At this moment, two golden lights exploded in the sky.

The Nether Realm has always been dominated by darkness.

At this moment, the golden light appeared, very dazzling, and immediately attracted everyone.

The sky in the Nether Realm was torn apart by a pair of hands, and a figure in fairy robes walked out beside him.

"The holy court has an order to come here to capture a soul, and I hope the Lord of the Dead will cooperate," the visitor said solemnly as he opened the scroll in his hand.

After his words fell, there was a lot of noise below, but no one responded.

"Where is the village master of Luofu village?" The fairy-robed man shouted softly with his eyes like torches.

"Who is it? There are so many formations," a rather lazy voice sounded.

I saw a middle-aged man who was neither male nor female came out from the top of Luofu Village.

He was wearing men's clothing, but he looked rather feminine, with red lips, a pretty nose, and a soft voice.

"The holy court wants a soul, please cooperate and help find it," Xianpao said.

"When will the Holy Court have the final say on matters concerning the Nether Realm?" the middle-aged man asked back.

"This is the order of the fairy lord, how dare you disobey?" The existence of the fairy robe snorted coldly.

"Don't forget what happened 300,000 years ago."

"Since it is the order of the fairy master, what are you if you let the fairy master come to ask for someone in person?" The middle-aged man replied.

"Your Nether Realm is becoming more and more presumptuous now, I will truthfully report this matter to the Immortal Lord," said the Immortal Robe shrouded in Immortal Fog.

He said lightly: "When the time comes, you will bear the consequences."

"Wait a minute," the middle-aged man shouted as the immortal robe was about to leave.

"What?" Xianpao asked with a frown.

"This Nether Realm is the way back for the dead. How can you, a living person, come and go whenever you want?" The middle-aged man replied.

I saw him open his hands, and a small half of the fantasy sea surged over.

All kinds of dead energy came entwined, bringing with it a sea of ​​blood from hell and endless screams.

"You are going to rebel," said the immortal robed existence angrily.

For a moment, his whole body was filled with immortal light, which turned into a fairy sword and directly fought over.

"I've never surrendered before, so why rebel?" The middle-aged man laughed.

"If this is outside, you can still fight me a few tricks.

But in the nether world, you are nothing more than an ant. "

The sea of ​​blood directly annihilated the immortal light, covering the existence of the immortal robe.