I’m Really a Villain

He hastily raised his long sword in front of him.

The black energy emanating from the Death Claw was in constant conflict with the sword intent, and that powerful force made Xie Changliu keep retreating.

At this moment, Xu Zimo picked up the evil spirit hammer next to him.

He swung the hammer and smashed it fiercely. The Azure Ghost King wanted to dodge, but the speed of the iron chain was getting faster and faster.

Although he narrowly dodged the blow of the hammer, Xu Zimo pulled the iron chain upwards, and after a full circle, the iron chain wrapped around the neck of the Azure Ghost King.

"You...," the Azure Ghost King had just uttered a single word, when Xu Zimo swung the iron chain and turned fiercely in the void.

Occasionally slammed a few times on the ground.

The Azure Ghost King grabbed the iron chain around his neck with both hands, trying to get away, but it was a pity that he couldn't escape because of the strength of his own weapon.

He was full of imperial prestige, and was dragged and fell a few more times. He forcibly pulled the chain and stepped on the ground with both feet, trying to grab the chain.

Unfortunately, in terms of strength, how can he compare with Xu Zimo.

"Help me," the Azure Ghost King hurriedly asked the other ghost kings for help, regardless of other things.

The ghost kings who were originally holding the mentality of watching a play also felt something was wrong.

The cassock ghost king took back his own cassock, then threw it out again, wrapped the sky blue ghost king who was falling to the ground, and forcibly dragged him back.

Xu Zimo looked at the death hammer in his hand, and said with a smile, "This is also quite fun."

The Azure Ghost King stood still and asked embarrassingly, "Who the hell are you? Who sent you here."

"You have too many questions," Xu Zimo looked back at the giant tree in Rihua City.

He said lightly: "And I didn't come here to fight your ghost clan."

Xu Zimo and Xie Changliu looked at each other, and they quickly climbed up the giant tree.

"Stop him," the sixteen ghost kings stepped into the air at the same time, a powerful storm of power was surging.

After locking Xu Zimo, sixteen people killed together.

"Go away," Xu Zimo said coldly.

Ba Ying drew his sword and stood up by himself. His mighty power was incomparable, and his sword intent crossed the void.

The thick back of the saber slapped downwards, only to hear a "boom", carrying the law of the wind.

All the ghost kings were knocked into the air.

When the sixteen people stood firm on the ground and looked up, Xu Zimo and Xu Zimo had long since disappeared.

And several people from the Protoss also took advantage of the chaos just now, and all fled away.

This is exactly what lost his wife and lost his army.

"Damn it," Youdu Ghost King shouted angrily.

"This person's strength is very strong," the calm ghost king analyzed calmly.

"This kind of existence in our ghost clan should be investigated carefully."

"How could it appear out of thin air, but there is no time now," Youdu Ghost King said.

"Rihua City is important, we must get something before the arrival of the God Race army."

Several other ghost kings followed suit and nodded.

"Go up, maybe you will meet them up there."

The sixteen ghost kings followed the army of ghosts and climbed up the giant tree.

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After climbing the giant tree, Xu Zimo felt the vastness of the place.

From the outside, it looks like a tree.

But after entering, there is a feeling of being in this mountain and not knowing the true face of Lushan Mountain.

This place is like a city, and it is a city within a city.

The number of branches of this giant tree is the number of floors of the tower, and the steps paved with green leaves lead to the tower.

Logically speaking, all the 100,000 ghost troops poured in here, so this city should be very lively.

But after the two came in, they couldn't see any living things. As far as they could see, there were only ancient ruins that collapsed in front of them.

Rihua City, where the Wood God is located, has no chance of survival, which is ironic.

Xu Zimo and Xie Changliu were going to walk around and have a look.

Walking along the main street of the ruined city, the two of them came across a hall that hadn't completely collapsed within ten minutes.

It's just that the hall is also crumbling.

"Introduction," the plaque in the main hall has been broken in two, and there are only these two words on the only half of the plaque.

An old man was sitting cross-legged in the hall, with flames burning all over him, and these flames turned out to be burning the kettle in front of him.

The old man didn't stop until the kettle boiled.

With a wave of his right hand, three clean teacups flew over from nowhere.

"It's such a joy to have friends coming from afar," the old man said with a smile.

"The two friends are here, why not have a drink."

Xu Zimo and Xu Zimo didn't hide, they walked out generously.

"This is old man?" Xie Changliu asked curiously.

"I almost forgot my name myself. I just remember that a hundred thousand years ago, someone called me the Saint of Wine," the old man laughed.

He tasted the tea, then spit it out again.

He shook his head and said, "It doesn't taste right, it's worse."

"Jiu Sheng," Xu Zimo and Xu Zimo looked at each other and asked again: "Is the senior also here to find the flower of death?"

"Flower of Death? Never heard of it," the old man shook his head.

Said: "I heard that there is a Wuhai tree in Rihua City, which is the best material for wine making.

So I came here to look for it deliberately, but I didn't expect that it would be a hundred thousand years in this trap. "

"One hundred thousand years?" Xie Changliu said in surprise.

"Can't you get out?"

"I can't get out, I've seen people trapped for millions of years," the old man laughed.

"You have to learn to get used to it, we are all the same now."

"The old man has seen the flower of death, this is it," Xu Zimo asked after taking out the flower of death that he had obtained before.

"You guys call this flower the flower of death," the old man shook his head and laughed.

"Senior, have you seen it?" Xie Changliu also asked.

"There are two times every year, and this kind of flower blooms everywhere here," Jiu Sheng replied.

"This kind of flower is very domineering, when they appear, they will wipe out all living creatures here.

So you see now, there is no living thing except us old guys. "

"Where can I find that kind of flower?" Xie Changliu asked again.

"I don't know either, it depends on your luck," the old man said, shaking his head.

"You're looking for the flower of death, but you still don't want to give up?" Xu Zimo looked at Xie Changliu and asked.

"Want to exchange the Flower of Death and Netherworld for your wife's ghost?"

Xie Changliu nodded, but did not deny it.

"I told you, unless the Lord of the Undead..."

Xu Zimo was interrupted halfway through his words.

"As long as there is a chance, I want to try.

Otherwise, as you said, if you go to the Nether Realm, I know that there will be ten deaths and no life. "

Xu Zimo didn't argue either. After all, he also wanted to go to Nether to meet that old friend.

"Does the old man know about Mu Shen Jumang?" Xu Zimo turned his head and asked again.