I’m Really a Villain

The aura in Zhang Huanjin's hands condensed again.

Behind him, the honor of the immortal seemed to be reflected, and the boundless and majestic fairy light fell down.

It illuminated the entire sky, and the brightness of the light even surpassed the glow of the Zixia Holy Land.

"The sword follows the way of heaven."

Another sword fell, this was not just a sword, it seemed to have turned into an inconvenient way of heaven.

A sword actually has the power of the sky.

Carrying the entire Dao of Heaven, when the rays of the sun fell, the face of the Great Sage of the Mirror changed drastically.

His heart was beating wildly, this was the feeling of death coming, and his mirror was warning.

At this moment, the Great Sage of the Mirror had no time to think about anything else, and put away the Mirror directly, his figure jumping in the deep void, trying to avoid the blow.

"Retreat," the demon refining saint next to him also looked terrified, and hurriedly hid aside.

When the sword fell completely, the whole world fell silent.

The pits were all affected, and the whole land seemed to be plowed aside by the sword intent. The sound of explosions was endless, and countless pits of different sizes appeared.

However, the altar, which was shining with colorful rays of light, was not moved, as if the attack just now was invulnerable.

Even Zhang Huanjin glanced at the altar with a knowing look.

"As expected of a congenital treasure, it will definitely be brought back to the Holy Court this time."

"Curiosity," said the Great Sage of the Mirror, holding the Mirror with a slightly trembling right hand.

He has a keen sense and can feel attacks more strongly.

"This is the power of a sage king, I am the king of the sages who come and go in the world.

It's a state of longing. "

"Can you still hold on, if we can't, let's go together," said the demon sage.

The Great Sage Der Spiegel did not refuse either, but nodded.

Facing the Holy King, let alone defeating the opponent, even delaying for a little time, it is extremely difficult for him.

"Fellow Daoist Haoyue, and fellow Daoist Xu, leave this holy king to us.

If there are still beings descending from the fairy ship, then I will be counting on you," said the demon sage, looking back at Xu Zimo and the two of them.

The arrival of the fairy ship must be more than one holy king.

It's just that the other party didn't show up now, and I didn't think about how many people were in my eyes.

"Okay," Fairy Haoyue nodded.

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The power of a sword has entered Qingtian.

The plow turned the earth, shattered the void, and carried the way of heaven.

Dust was spreading, but Zhang Huanjin didn't care, but continued to look at the altar.

He snorted coldly and said, "The dead still want to be resurrected, so today I will let you be wiped out again."

As soon as he stretched out his right hand, his long sword fluctuated in the void.

"Stop trying to be fierce," the demon-refining sage yelled.

He and the Great Sage of the Mirror are on the left and the right, surrounding Zhang Huanjin in the middle.

"It's useless to have a large number of people," Zhang Huanjin said lightly.

"How do you know it's useless if you haven't tried it," the demon refining saint laughed.

He looked at the Great Sage of Mirror and said, "You force him to be exiled, and I will buy you time."

The main reason why the Great Sage of Mirror Mirror was not exiled just now was that the other party was too powerful.

He was not given a chance to be exiled at all.

If you can successfully exile, I'm afraid you will buy a lot of time.

"Okay," the Great Sage Ming Jing nodded.

The vast mirror behind him condensed again, and the power of exile condensed the void, shining behind Zhang Huanjin.

At this moment, the Great Sage of Mirror did not dare to underestimate him in the slightest.

There was blood on his lips, he opened his mouth slightly, and a drop of bright red blood flew out of his mouth.

Although there is only one drop of blood, when the blood comes out, the power of law is pervasive, as if the sky is ever-changing.

"The True Blood of the Great Sage," Zhang Huanjin said, narrowing his eyes slightly.

True Blood of the Great Sage, this is no ordinary blood.

Every drop of true blood has to be refined for thousands of years. It is said that when one advances from a holy king to a Dao fruit powerhouse, all the blood in the whole body must be refined into true blood.

There is only a slight chance, and the rules turn into rules.

One can imagine the difficulty.

To the Great Sage, a drop of true blood is like the heart and soul.

And at this moment, the Great Sage of the Mirror has submerged himself into his mirror with a drop of true blood.

"It's really worth it," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

"I don't know how much benefit this Zixia sage gave to make the Great Sage Mingjing so desperate."

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After the true blood submerged, Ming Jing's power was at least 20% stronger.

The condensing of the void became more powerful, and even Zhang Huanjin's sword intent seemed to be imprisoned.

"Since you are begging to die, then I will grant you," Zhang Huanjin snorted coldly.

"A sword of destruction."

Around him, the meaning of destruction began to permeate, and a gray-brown spiritual energy invaded the sky.

These auras carry a feeling of death and destruction, as if even the sky is about to be destroyed.

The face of the Great Sage of Mirror changed.

"You continue, I will carry it," said the demon refining saint.

The Great Sage of the Mirror nodded, and the power of exile around him became stronger and stronger.

But at this moment, the sky is filled with the sword intent of destruction.

These sword intents spread across the depths of the sky, and in the sky, dark clouds began to gather.

In the dark clouds, there is oppression and destruction, and the sword intent of destruction shuttles deep in the clouds, like long dragons wandering.

Immediately, Zhang Huanjin clasped his arms together with a solemn expression.

Above his head, those endless sword intents of destruction condensed together, forming a sword intent that reached the sky.

The sword went straight into the sky, stirring up the dark clouds.

"Kill," Zhang Huanjin snorted lightly.

The huge Destruction Sword descended from the sky, piercing through the void. Even before it touched the crowd, there was already a creepy illusion that the body was divided by countless sword intents.

"Stop him," the Great Sage Ming Jing shouted.

The power of exile has reached a critical moment, giving up at this time is tantamount to wasting all previous efforts.

"It seems that my old man, this bone should be loosened too," the demon refining saint laughed.

Although he was smiling, the seriousness in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Baby gourd, it's up to you."

The demon sage took off the green gourd from his waist, patted it, and threw the gourd directly into the sky.

The gourd swayed slowly at first, and then a powerful attraction struck from the sky.

Wanting to swallow that destructive sword intent into it.

"Refining the demon gourd, it matures once every ten thousand years, and there are two gourds in one branch, both yin and yang are innate."

Zhang Huanjin directly explained the origin of this demon refining pot, and said in a cold voice: "If you are extremely Yin-Yang double gourd, you will still be big.

Just a Yang gourd is not enough to see. "

"Whether it's enough to see it or not, you'll only know if you try it." Being looked down upon by others, the face of the demon refining saint is not good.

He snorted coldly and said: "Your Shengting family has a great career, and we casual cultivators are naturally not comparable."

"Then it would be better to join our holy court. We will never treat our own people badly," Zhang Huanjin said.

"That's not necessary, I'm used to it," the demon sage shook his head and refused.

On the sky, the fallen Destruction Sword collided with the Holy Court's demon refining pot.