I’m Really a Villain

The art of time-space purgatory uses the power of time and space as the source of strangulation, and is assisting other rules.

The final form is powerful.

At this moment, the Kunpeng was in such a state, its powerful force went straight to the sky, and it kept hovering around Xu Zimo.

Gradually, the power of time and space turned into turbulent flows of space, roaring like a gust of wind.

The dense turbulence enveloped Xu Zimo.

The monster condensed by Old Man Duobao's five-beast protector instantly let go of Xu Zimo, and his figure escaped directly into the void.

Accompanied by the old man Tianbao's soft drink, there was a sound.

"Strangle."

I saw the large void where Xu Zimo was, directly collapsing into nothingness.

The strangling power is too strong.

Even a strong Dao fruit can be strangled in it.

"It's over?" Many disciples muttered to themselves.

"Should be dead. Elder Sanbao has made a move. If he is not dead, wouldn't it be a slap in the face," a disciple said tentatively.

But as soon as he said those words, it was as if he was really going to slap him in the face.

Just listen to "boom".

An explosion came from the other side of the void.

Everyone was shocked, and when they turned their heads to look, they saw Xu Zimo raising his knife and killing Old Man Duobao's monster.

"He's not dead," someone yelled.

"How is it possible? Kunpeng's space-time purgatory is unique. How could he survive? He used demon magic," said some disciples in disbelief.

But indeed, Xu Zimo did not know when he appeared intact and slashed at the monster.

He didn't hesitate at all with this knife.

There was no more water.

The sword intent is shocking, and the light of the sword is like the waves of the majestic sea, one wave after another, continuous and endless.

"Boom, boom, boom."

As soon as the knife fell, the monster subconsciously resisted with both hands.

Those hands were transformed by a magic dragon, and the dragon roared, and the magic energy rose.

But Xu Zimo's sword is even more domineering.

So what about dragons, I have killed almost countless dragons in my life.

There was a "boom".

The dragon's arms were cut off abruptly.

The monster roared in pain.

Xu Zimo didn't stop, and cut at the monster's legs with another knife.

His legs were transformed by blood unicorns.

The veins of the legs are like a river of blood.

It kicked towards Xu Zimo, and the bloody smell rushed towards him like a long river.

There was a "boom".

I have a knife to open the gate of heaven, cut off the nine secluded, kill ten thousand immortals, and destroy the great sun.

Slashing the sky with swords and knives is unstoppable.

With a single blow, the dam collapsed, and the blood unicorn's legs were cut off.

Xu Zimo turned around, turned around and cut again.

The head of the white tiger roared.

It's a pity that they were all helpless and furious, and cut off the head again with a single knife.

The last knife was to chop off at the torso transformed by the underworld turtle.

The turtle's defense should be the strongest, even if Xu Zimo's knife fell, it resisted for a while.

However, as the sword's light soared into the sky, sparks splashed everywhere, and the sword cut the turtle in half from top to bottom.

………

With a pile of broken copper and iron under his feet, Xu Zimo turned to face the crowd with a knife in his hand.

At this moment, the entire Pantao Garden was silent.

Only the old man Duobao pointed at Xu Zimo's right hand and trembled.

The five beast protectors have cost him countless thoughts, and now they are so destroyed.

His heart ached like a drop of blood.

"Shuzi is hateful," he yelled.

"Old Man Duobao, I'm here to help you," said a soft voice not far away.

I saw the 1898 elders who had left before leaving and returning.

This time, he was accompanied by an old man.

The old man has a childlike face with white hair, a white beard like blood, skin that can be broken by blowing bombs, and a gray Taoist robe.

His eyes are piercing, and he is holding a white jade whisk.

When the old man arrived, countless disciples present all bowed down.

"I have met Patriarch Baihe."

Even the three of them, old man Sanbao, also started to greet each other.

This is a jaw-dropping thing.

You must know that old man Tianbao is the master of the treasure veins, his identity and status are second only to Queen Mother of the West, the ruler of Yaochi.

The vein master is already the best in the vein.

But seeing this old man, he still regards himself as a junior.

"This is terrible," Wang Ya's siblings looked at each other, their expressions slightly changed.

They whispered to Xu Zimo: "Brother Xu, run quickly, the other party doesn't talk about martial arts, even the old monsters from Zhu He's lineage are invited."

"Old monster?" Xu Zimo narrowed his eyes slightly.

The other party did give him some pressure.

Because on the top of the old man's head, there are three flowers gathering between the looming and faintly visible.

Converging like clouds, clouds rise and fall.

Ethereal, out of the dust, the posture of a celestial being.

In the place of the three flowers, there is a faintly dozing crane.

All of this is not showing, the old man in front of him is the strong man of Sanhua.

You must know that although Xu Zimo has bloomed two flowers, he still has not left the category of Dao Fruit.

Those who do not reach the three flowers cannot cultivate their souls.

In other words, even if you are at the peak of Dao Fruit, you still cannot cultivate your soul.

And the soul of this old man has undergone a transformation.

"Who is this person?"

Hearing Xu Zimo's question, Wang Ya hurriedly said in a low voice: "The founder of the Zhuhe lineage is called Xianweng.

Sitting idle on the blue dragon and returning to Ziji, happy to ride a white crane to Kunlun.

This fairy is from the same era as Master Wansheng, who is in the same vein as our plants.

At the beginning, there were three disciples under the seat of the immortal.

One of them is Patriarch Baihe. "

Hearing this, Xu Zimo already basically understood.

With Patriarch Baihe's age at that, no matter in terms of strength or seniority, it is estimated that many people in Yaochi are not as tall as him.

Patriarch Baihe belongs to the oldest group of people in Zhuhe's lineage.

………

"Get up," Patriarch Bai He raised his hand, and his eyes fell on Xu Zimo.

He said lightly: "Young man, killing is too heavy."

"Why, you want to save me?" Xu Zimo said with a smile.

"I won't hurt you, Yaochi has its own rules, so you can deal with it as you like," Patriarch Baihe said.

"But if you resist, everything is another matter.

I believe you are smart. "

"I'm a smart person, but you all seem to be idiots," Xu Zimo replied.

"If that's the case, then there's nothing to say," Patriarch Baihe waved his hand.

The powerful momentum was like a violent storm, blowing towards the face.

The faces of all the people present changed.

The might of the Sanhua powerhouse is indeed moving.

"Patriarch Baihe, this is a misunderstanding," Wang Ya shouted from the side.

But her words were cut off directly.

"You are also a disciple of Yaochi, but you turned to outsiders, Yaochi will punish you for this matter.

You get out of the way now.

Otherwise, don't blame us for being merciless. "

Wang Ya shook her head, she stood firmly in front of Xu Zimo, not wanting to get out of the way.

Patriarch Baihe snorted coldly, without showing any mercy, he directly slapped him with a huge palm.

At this moment, a big tree grew out of nowhere on the land where Wang Ya was.