I’m Really a Villain

It is said to be essence blood, but after thousands of years of mutation, including the resentment left by the death of the divine beast, it has become a drop of evil blood.

Xu Zimo walked through the air, his eyes fixed, and he came to the top floor of the Jingyue Altar.

He put the evil blood into the gray space on the top floor, and immediately saw the altar began to shake.

The whole altar seemed to be awakened, and the patterns engraved on the surface of the other layers seemed to come alive, and a holy light shone from the altar.

This light seems to be able to purify everything in the world, giving people a very sacred and holy feeling.

When this ray of light enveloped the evil blood, thick black air could be seen emanating from the entire surface of the evil blood.

The ferocious faces of the divine beasts before death appeared on it, and these faces wanted to break through the package of light with evil blood.

Ear-piercing screams sounded, and the light and black mist were in a stalemate. As time passed, the light emanating from the altar gradually faded.

Xu Zimo quickly took out the spirit crystal from the ring, and threw it into the gray mist.

When these spirit crystals were absorbed by the altar, the originally faint light gradually became stronger, suppressing the evil blood.

Xu Zimo's spirit crystal seemed to be thrown in without money, and he didn't know how much he threw, but as the holy light became stronger and stronger, more and more black air emerged from the evil blood.

Finally, with a roar, words like "Zhenwu Xiaoer" seemed to be mixed in the roar, and the drop of evil blood was split in half.

Then the light faded, and the Jingyue altar returned to calm again.

The two separate drops of blood floated in mid-air, and the blood drop on the left looked very pure, with the aura of ancient beasts permeating it.

As for the other drop of blood, although it was also blood red, it looked very strange, as if it contained all the evils in this world.

Xu Zimo put two drops of blood into the nebula bottle, and he knew that the Jingyue Altar had dispersed the evil blood.

The blood on the left is the purest blood essence of the divine beast, while the drop of blood on the right is the result of thousands of years of mutation and all the unwillingness and resentment of the divine beast before its death.

The size of the altar was huge, and then Xu Zimo took Ren Pingsheng to hide in the innermost part of the altar.

He and Ren Pingsheng took a True Essence Closing Breath Pill, which was given to him by Xu Qingshan a long time ago in fear of Xu Zimo's safety.

With this True Essence Closing Breath Pill, even the induction of a strong person with the holy veins could not detect the two of them.

Although Ren Pingsheng didn't know Xu Zimo's purpose for doing this, he knew that Xu Zimo would tell himself what Xu Zimo wanted to say.

The two hid here for three full days. On the morning of the fourth day, Ren Pingsheng was awakened from his cultivation state by a very loud noise.

He poked his head out slightly and took a look outside the altar, only to see a dense crowd coming from a distance.

Ren Pingsheng took a preliminary look and found that there were at least nearly ten thousand people in this group, wearing uniform clothes, and they all had the characteristics of monsters more or less on their bodies.

The leader of this group of disciples was a man wearing a black robe. This man looked very strong. Ren Pingsheng felt that the other party's arms were thicker than his own thighs.

There were a few tiger whiskers on the man's face, and the word "King" was vaguely engraved on his forehead. When he walked towards him, the majestic sense of oppression was like a beast descending into the world.

Behind the man were four old men in black robes. The wide black robes enveloped the old man, only his old faces were exposed.

These four old men, including the man in front of them, were full of aura, and the whole world trembled under the aura of a few people.

Obviously, these are the five powerhouses of the Sacred Vein Realm. It can be said that most of the top management of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect are here.

"See that man in the black robe?" Xu Zimo whispered to Ren Pingsheng, "That's the current suzerain of the Myriad Beast Sect, Li Yunhu."

When nearly 10,000 disciples came together, there was a great momentum, and everyone looked up solemnly at the towering Jingyue Altar.

Then I saw them setting up the incense table, as if they were worshiping something. As the purple fragrance on the incense table rose slowly, nearly ten thousand people knelt down and kowtowed three times in the direction of the Jingyue altar.

At this time, Xu Zimo and Ren Pingsheng were hiding in the altar, watching nearly ten thousand people kneel down to them, among them were all kinds of holy vein powerhouses and countless emperor vein powerhouses.

Ren Pingsheng clicked his mouth twice, and said: "I can't stand the kneeling of so many people.

But to be honest, this feeling is quite cool. "

After everyone knelt down and worshiped, they saw a black-robed elder standing beside him guarding him.

And the others, led by the suzerain Li Yunhu, all entered the boundless blood pool next to them.

I saw the Elder of the Sacred Vein Realm standing next to him wave his hand, and the space of the heaven and the earth almost collapsed.

The sound of water flowing "crawling" sounded, and a Wugeng river rushed from the edge of the sky, and a faint white mist was shrouded around the river.

The dense air permeated it, and the long river was rushing endlessly. With the control of the elders of the holy veins, all of them poured into the Jingyue altar.

Ren Pingsheng took a closer look and found that what was rushing in the river was not water, but drops of precious psychic liquid.

Usually even a small bottle of psychic liquid is very important to a casual cultivator like him, but now these people randomly took out a river of psychic liquid.

Sure enough, these big sects really don't take money as money.

Ren Pingsheng swore to himself, "Made, I will also set a small goal in the future, for example, earn him 100 million... tons of spiritual liquid."

As all these spiritual liquids poured into the Jingyue altar, the entire huge altar radiated soaring rays of light, this momentum was much stronger than Xu Zimo's before.

At the same time, Li Yunhu walked into the pool of blood with the rest of the elders and disciples.

I saw them tearing all the flesh off their bodies with their bare hands. This kind of pain is unimaginable to ordinary people. If some people can't hold on, they will even be tortured to death.

After all the flesh and blood were stripped away, the blood in the bodies of all the people here turned out to be black, with very evil black air radiating from them.

They want to clean up not a single drop of black blood left in their veins.

At this time, all the people in the blood pool looked very hideous. They lost their skin and exposed their white bones.

After all the black blood was cleaned up, a holy white light shone from the top of the Jingyue Altar.

This white light enveloped the thousands of miles of blood pool, and the blood in the blood sea began to roll.

They controlled their remaining black blood to float in the air, and the black blood was slowly being purified under the white light.