I’m Really a Villain

"It seems that the soul of life and death is here," Xu Zimo said.

The traceless instructions stopped here.

"Will it be at the foot of the mountain," Zixia Saint said.

Because there is no breath of life and death souls on this mountain.

"Move the mountain," Zixia sage shouted.

I saw that the entire back mountain began to shake, and the echo of "rumbling" continued to come.

The mountain peak began to shake, and the Zixia sage gave a light drink.

Lift the mountain directly.

He carried the mountain on his back, stepped forward, and the mighty power spread out, and he directly moved the mountain away.

But under the mountain, there is nothing.

Just flat earth!

Several people frowned slightly.

"Where did the Nether God hide the soul of life and death?"

"Mr. Xu, your compass is not wrong, right?" Even Saint Zixia was a little puzzled.

Xu Zimo shook his head.

There is no mistake in Wu Ting, even if the legacy of the ancient gods, he can find it.

Let alone the life and death soul of the Great Sage.

With a wave of Xu Zimo's hand, the sharp saber intent slashed out.

The direction of the saber-intent slash is the mountain that Saint Zixia just moved away.

The knife fell on the mountain, but the imaginary explosion did not sound.

Instead, there was a cry of pain.

I saw that the mountain was mixed with light and dark, as if it had become conscious, and wanted to escape.

"This guy is really daring, turning his soul of life and death into a mountain peak.

Standing in the Nether Sect.

Who would have thought of this? " Xu Zimo laughed.

If there is no trace to guide him, even if he passes by this mountain.

In his eyes, it was just an ordinary mountain peak.

Sure enough, the most dangerous place in the world is also the safest place.

The mountain peak that evolved from the soul of life and death wanted to escape, but the sage Zixia obviously wouldn't give him this chance.

The glow in his hand shrouded, directly imprisoning the surrounding void.

"God Youming, you can go at ease.

We won't bring you back to life," Zixia Saint said.

"The confrontation with the Holy Court, let's start with you, a running dog."

The Zixia sage's voice fell, and the surrounding Xiaguang was also driven by power, and they all blasted towards the soul of life and death.

Although the Nether God can be resurrected with the help of life and death souls.

But this resurrection requires an extremely long time and a price, and it is not something you can resurrect just by thinking about it.

Now the soul of life and death is completely annihilated.

The last scream of the Nether God also gradually dissipated.

"It's just a pity that this world will be cheaper than the Wan Poison King from now on," Fairy Haoyue said.

The land under the Nether Sect, after thousands of years of cultivation, is already full of strength, and it is a land of treasure.

It is a good place to start a sect here.

"Zixia fellow Taoist, you can consider moving the Zixia Holy Land here," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

"Anyway, you can't go back to the Zixia Holy Land. It is estimated that the Holy Court has sealed off there."

"Forget it, I'm leaving the Demon Realm, and there's no point in establishing a sect," the Zixia sage shook his head.

He established the Zixia Holy Land before, after all, he was still young and vigorous.

At that time, he was an unworldly talent, and he refused the solicitation of all forces.

Want to build a force that can fight against the hierarchy.

Thinking about it now, I don't have that kind of hegemony in my heart anymore.

………

The three of them left from Wandu Mountain and recuperated in Haoyue City for a few days.

During this period, Fairy Haoyue's injuries also improved.

Several people took the teleportation formation and prepared to go to the quiet path of the lotus pond.

"Everyone, there may be another tough battle ahead, I hope we can get through it together," Fairy Haoyue looked at Xu Zimo.

"Mr. Xu this time, don't run away."

"Am I that kind of person?" Xu Zimo shook his head and laughed.

"I'm looking for Saint Zixia, but I'm not really afraid of the Holy Court."

The three stood in the teleportation formation.

With the powerful force traveling through time and space, the figures of the three also disappeared in Haoyue City.

Time travel is the most boring.

None of the three were chatting, they were practicing independently.

Xu Zimo has been checking the memories left by the previous generation of demon masters.

There are many secrets in it.

Unknown to the world, some have even been buried in the sands of history and disappeared without a trace.

Time and space spanned the third day, and suddenly there was a "rumbling" explosion in the void where the three of them were.

The entire void seemed to be torn apart.

"Is it space turbulence?" Saint Zixia asked.

"Shouldn't we encounter turbulent currents," Fairy Haoyue said uncertainly.

"Although I don't go to Lotus Pond Path very often, the legendary formation I built is very solid.

I have never encountered space-time turbulence. "

"That means someone is attacking the formation," Xu Zimo slowly opened his eyes, stood up and said.

"Holy court?" Fairy Haoyue thought of it at the same time.

"How did they find us?"

You must know that the positions of the three of them are constantly changing in time and space every second during the time-space leap.

"It's not surprising that the Holy Court has been able to stand in the Nine Regions for so long," Xu Zimo said calmly.

"Now that the location has been found, let's meet them," Xu Zimo said.

The danger of time and space crossing is great.

Once attacked, if the coordinates are changed, let alone go to the Lotus Pond Path.

I'm afraid they don't even know where they are going to be teleported.

So a few people can only be forced to come out.

…………

After tearing up the void in front of them, several people came out.

Here is a barren desert.

The scorching sun shrouded the head, and the wind and sand filled the sky under the feet.

Occasionally, a few vultures flew by with a low cry.

"No matter what happens later, if we lose, we will disperse and leave.

Then meet at the quiet path of the lotus pond," Zixia sage reminded.

He had already thought of a way out.

"I don't know who is attacking us, come out and see," Fairy Haoyue softly shouted.

"What do you think of the burial place I chose for you?" A rough voice came.

The sky and the earth trembled accordingly.

Several people turned their heads and saw an old man holding a fishing rod on the sand dune next to him.

Fishing in this desert.

It's absurd to say, fishing in the desert.

However, the old man looked relaxed, wearing a bamboo hat, and his face was covered with wrinkles from the wind and frost.

"I don't know how to call it?" Saint Zixia asked.

"Just call me Bone Burial Man," the old man said with a smile.

"Are you from the Holy Court?" Saint Zixia asked.

"No, but I owe that old thing Shengzu a favor," the old man said with a smile.

"Burying you all is considered repaying his favor."

Xu Zimo squinted slightly, looking at the old man in front of him.

In the memory left by the previous generation of demon masters, there seems to be such a statue.

"Wu Haiya, the Immortal King?"

Xu Zimo read out his name.

The old man looked surprised, and said with a smile: "Interesting, there are still people who remember me."

"What is that?" Saint Zixia and Fairy Haoyue looked puzzled.

They had never heard of such an existence.