I’m Really a Villain

"Okay, the farce should end like this," the voice of the end of the thousand disasters came again.

"If there's nothing wrong, let's all go back.

For the sake of the previous demon master, the rules of the Ghost Realm were broken for you last time. "

"One day, this gate will not be able to stop me," Xu Zimo said calmly.

"When you reach my height, we will naturally have an equal opportunity to talk," said Thousand Calamities Doom.

"But now, I look forward to the limit of your growth."

As his words came to an end, the surrounding black fog continued to dissipate.

The door disappeared at the end of Xu Zimo's sight.

Xu Zimo raised his head and looked at the stagnant sky.

"The sky...is bright, but it's still dark."

"My lord," several people from Baimeng came over and asked.

"I'm fine," Xu Zimo waved his hand, letting Bai Meng and the others return to the mainland of China.

They are not suitable for showing up for the time being.

Banshi was bright, and Lan Reyin walked out of the room cautiously.

He kept a distance from Xu Zimo, and asked vigilantly, "You, are you okay?"

Xu Zimo turned to look at her, and replied calmly: "Go and prepare the map."

"Are you really okay?" Lan Reyin said in shock.

"For so many years, someone came out of the night alive."

"Do you think I seem to be in trouble?" Xu Zimo asked back.

"What did you see in that gray fog?" Lan Reyin asked curiously.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Xu Zimo asked.

Lan Residual was silent for a moment, then said silently: "I'll help you prepare the map."

She also knew in her heart that it was for her own good that Xu Zimo didn't say anything.

It's better not to know about this kind of thing.

After all, there are too many things about big horrors and big secrets that are taboo.

Seeing Lan Reyin's leaving figure, Xie Changliu also walked out from the side.

"Long stay," Xu Zimo said.

"It seems that I am going to walk with you in this Nether Realm."

"What's wrong?" Xie Changliu asked in surprise.

"It's all for women," Xu Zimo patted his shoulder and smiled lightly.

Xie Changliu was a little confused, but still followed Xu Zimo.

The dark night where you can't see your fingers has gradually become clear.

The two walked out of the courtyard where the hall was located.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, Xu Zimo felt something was wrong.

A bleak murderous aura struck without warning.

Stepping on the ground, the withered leaves of the ghost tree are blowing with the wind, spinning in the void.

A leaf withered and flew over, passed through the void, and emerged out of nowhere.

Xu Zimo turned his body slightly to avoid the leaf.

The leaf flew over the big tree next to it, and an old tree was smoothly cut in two.

"I don't know which friend it is, don't always hide your head and tail," Xie Changliu said lightly.

"It's a formation," Xu Zimo reminded.

"Damn you," came voices from all around.

The voice was erratic, and a figure with a white mask appeared in the sight of the two of them.

He held the sword in his left hand, the tip of the sword skimmed the ground, the ground was cracked, and the endless sword intent was floating away.

As for himself, there is a stronger emperor prestige constantly circulating.

The powerful force shattered the void around him.

"Since he came to kill us and wore a mask, this kind of behavior reminds me of that tortoise," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

"Xuanwu, Xuanming, right?"

After his words fell, he saw the masked man on the opposite side exuding a stronger killing intent.

Almost condensed into substance.

Although his sword intent is not necessarily stronger than Xie Changliu's, it is because of his higher realm.

So it looks even more vast.

"What's your relationship with Xuanming?" Xu Zimo asked.

The masked man didn't answer, but dragged his long sword at a faster and faster pace, until finally he even ran.

His figure flickered in front of Xu Zimo's eyes, and the blade of the long sword turned upwards, turning in a half circle.

There was a cold light on the tip of the sword.

Xu Zimo took a step back, avoided the blow, and kicked upwards with his right foot.

He kicked heavily on the man's sword-holding hand.

Xie Changliu next to him pulled out his sword in an instant, and charged towards the masked man with the intent of the sword.

When the two swords collided, there was only a "bang", sparks flew everywhere, and endless void cracks appeared.

But the Masked Man is even better.

Xie Changliu took several steps back, the masked man refused to let go, and bullied him again.

A sword cut through several layers of sky, Xie Changliu was already struggling to resist.

The masked man stretched out his foot and kicked him flying.

His target was not Xie Changliu, and he slowly turned his head to look at Xu Zimo.

An extremely strong power condensed above the head.

In the end, it took the shape of a Xuanwu, but this Xuanwu was a bit special, because it was pure white all over, with thin snowflakes floating around.

This is an ice basalt.

The masked man pointed his sword at Xuanwu, and the power from it kept pouring towards his blade.

As he swung his long sword, pieces of snow continued to wither and fall.

"Turn up the nine days of frost and snow," the masked man whispered.

The blade of the sword was frozen for thousands of miles, and it went straight to kill Xu Zimo.

Xu Zimo's hands were enveloped in flames, and the flames permeated Baying, and the blade turned red.

A mingling of ice and fire in the void.

The swords and swords were interlaced, and the two looked around, only to see a bolt of lightning flying out of the eyes in the mask.

Xu Zimo dodged sideways, only to hear the masked man's shout again.

"Jiang Tianxue is confused,

Thousands of snow and mountains do not stay,

At dusk, it's cold and snowy. "

Countless sword intent mixed with ice and snow condensed around his body.

As soon as he raised his head, the endless north wind and heavy snow fell.

This move seems to have the ability to affect the season.

In an instant, autumn turned to winter, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow.

Throughout the snowfall, the masked man became the only scenery.

He swung his long sword in the wind and snow, and the world was boundless.

"Xueluo is terrifying."

The esoteric meaning of the wind and snow became stronger and stronger, filling half of the sky, tearing apart the light of dawn, and falling from the top of Xu Zimo's head.

This sword glow occupied half of the sky, and there was no possibility for Xu Zimo to dodge it.

Xu Zimo made a seal with both hands, and Aye's swastika quickly formed in front of him, and a powerful momentum burst out.

Feixue and the swastika quickly exploded together.

The aftermath of the explosion completely separated the two, and the mask also shattered in the explosion.

Under the mask is a slightly immature baby face.

The figure seemed to be a little flustered because of the shattered mask. He stretched out his right hand, and his wide sleeve blocked his face.

"Don't look at me, don't look at me," he yelled in panic.

"You still care so much about your own flesh and blood," Xu Zimo said with a light smile.

The masked man didn't dare to look directly at Xu Zimo, he waved his hand, and the surrounding scene changed.

The heavy snow dissipated, the formation was dispelled, and they hurriedly ran to the distance.

"What? Come when you want, leave when you want," Xu Zimo's eyes were fixed, and the knife in his hand struck across.