I’m Really a Villain

"Your Excellency is going too far," Youdu Ghost King stood up and said with embarrassment.

"Could it be that there is some grievance with my ghost clan?"

"Grudges? I don't like everyone in this world. If one dies, one will be purified," the Demon King said flatly.

"But right now, I just want to kill him, and everyone else will go away."

"We don't care who you kill, but it doesn't matter who you are if you are disrespectful to my ghost clan," Youdu Ghost King snorted coldly.

But when his voice fell, another evil cloud fell from the void.

Youdu Ghost King propped his hands up towards the sky, and the image of Youdu appeared above his head, colliding with the evil cloud.

But obviously, Xie Yun's strength was unexpected.

How could the Great Emperor be able to contend against the strength of the Creation Realm.

There was another "boom", and Youdu Ghost King fell from the void like a cannonball.

The ground trembled and dust flew up, Youdu Ghost King struggled to stand up.

His body trembled slightly, and he could see that the opponent's strength frightened him.

"Large formation of ten thousand ghosts, set it up," Youdu Ghost King said hastily.

The next moment, hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers and ghost generals gathered, and the originally scattered formation was neat and uniform.

Countless ghost generals took the lead and ran around the entire ruins. When the ghost army spread out, it was extremely powerful.

The soaring evil spirit condensed with power and influence reflected the entire sky.

"Children's stuff," the Demon King sneered and shook his head.

The long river of blood in his hand was rushing forward, and the magnificent river of blood was rushing forward.

When the bloody long river shuttled past, any ghosts encountered would instantly disintegrate and melt into it.

However, the ghost army is obviously not afraid of death, even if countless people are melted, they will gather together in an instant.

"The formation is complete," the sixteen ghost kings shouted together, sitting in sixteen positions in the formation.

Countless ghosts also sat cross-legged, and Xu Zimo was permeated by the strong Yin Qi.

"Here comes the ghost," Youdu Ghost King beckoned, and these evil spirits surrounded the demon king.

This force actually wanted to pull the ghost out of the demon king's body.

You must know that the yin and yang souls are the foundation of the human body, and they will not be separated unless a person dies.

And this ghost clan comes from the Nether Realm, and the moves they have learned, including abnormal ghosts, are all related to yin and yang souls.

With the pull of Yin Qi, the ghost of the evil devil king is being separated from the body little by little.

A strong sense of pain struck, but the Demon King just frowned, and didn't even utter a cry.

"Interesting," he muttered to himself.

Immediately with a wave of his right hand, he softly shouted: "The evil wheel of creation."

A round of jagged bloody gears descended from the sky, carrying the power of endless creation.

Just like harvesting ants, with just a slight turn of the gears, more than half of the ghosts were wiped out.

There was a heavy rain of blood in the sky, and the blood was mutilated. The scene was so tragic that it made people retch, nauseated to the point of vomiting.

Without the support of the ghost army, the formation would naturally be broken without attack.

The sixteen ghost kings were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, watching the gears of fortune spin again.

His eyes seemed to be fixed on that one piece.

"The life and death of the ghost clan is determined by the ghost clan," an old voice suddenly sounded.

"Your Excellency has committed a heinous crime by arbitrarily judging to kill my army of ghosts."

Just like that, the big withered hand stretched out from the void, grabbing the gear of good fortune that came from the attack.

"I'll give it back to you," the fortune gear was thrown by the big hand, shattering the void around the Demon King.

The gear just stopped and floated in the hands of the Demon King.

The Demon King raised his eyebrows, looked forward, and said with a smile, "Yo, here comes something interesting."

In front of the line of sight, an old man wearing a Rukawa Huangquan robe stood in the void.

The robe was made of water from the Yellow Spring.

The old man's eagle eyes hooked his nose, his eyes were pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The black hair at the temples is scattered on the top of the head.

Around his neck hung a horn-shaped horn, embellished with countless skulls.

His appearance is not eye-catching, but the aura around him makes him the most eye-catching no matter where he goes.

The bitter cold wind blows the Huangquan robe.

It's as if the water of the underworld flows through the ears, and countless flowers from the other side bloom in the sky.

"Master Ghost,"

"My lord ghosts and gods, it's just us," countless ghost clans bowed to each other.

Everyone knows what the title of ghost and god means.

He was sent by the Nether Realm to take charge of this place, the strongest existence of the ghost clan, and also the absolute ruler here.

Once upon a time, the entire Ghost God Realm had been ruled by him for countless years.

"The evil spirit in you is related to my Nether Realm," the ghost said softly, looking at the Demon King.

"The Nether Realm is really great, but it's still far from enough to recruit this king," the evil demon king replied coldly.

It seems that in his eyes, people in this world are nothing more than this.

"Recruitment is out of the question. If you offend my ghost clan, you will have to pay the price no matter what."

The ghost said lightly.

He looked past the Demon King, looked at the sky behind him, and said with a smile: "God King, you are not going to show up yet."

When the word "God King" fell, it caused an uproar in the field again.

Ghosts and gods are the rulers of the ghost clan, so the god king is no exception.

It is the ruler of the Protoss here.

There was a burst of laughter, and a middle-aged man wearing a golden dragon robe strode out.

The middle-aged man's whole body, there is a powerful divine power spreading majesticly and vastly.

Continuously, squeezing the surrounding void.

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, his gaze is like a torch, and behind him is a mighty sword.

When the dragon and tiger came, there were golden auspicious clouds that turned into heaven and earth righteousness, rolling away from behind him.

"Ghosts and gods, this is a matter between the two of you, why involve me?" The king of gods laughed.

"If you are not allowed to come out, do you want you to reap the benefits?" the ghost said lightly.

"It's not me who is reaping the benefits, but someone else," the King of God shook his head and replied.

"Don't forget that in this ghost realm, although our gods and ghosts don't fight each other, we still have a common enemy."

God King's words were a wake-up call.

There is another force in the Ghost Realm that frightens them.

Nine mountain ghosts, and the big boss behind it, the end of a thousand disasters.

"Where is the winning hook?" Ghost God frowned and shouted.

As one of the Nine Great Mountain Ghosts, Yinggou is responsible for guarding the Nether Mountain and connecting with the gods and ghosts.

After his words fell, Yinggou's figure appeared next to him.

He smiled and looked at the people present.

"It seems that you have been observing in secret for a long time," the ghost snorted coldly.

"I don't know what the ghosts and gods are doing?" Ying Gou asked with a smile.

"What do you nine mountain ghosts say?" the ghost god asked.

"I don't understand what you mean," Yinggou replied, shaking his head.