I’m Really a Villain

Regarding the confidentiality proposed by the Lord of the Dead, Xu Zimo nodded slightly.

There was no hatred between him and the Lord of the Dead.

And although the two of them took different paths and used different methods, to Tiandao, they were common friends.

How do you say that.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

If both of them want to reach a higher peak, they must pass the level of heaven.

And now after the battle with the Lord of the Undead, Xu Zimo still has a lot of goods to receive.

Just like his own understanding of Dao.

Especially regarding the power of the Avenue of Annihilation, Xu Zimo got a lot of inspiration.

The power of thousands of avenues is flowing in the body.

Although it is difficult to enter the 100 million avenue in a short time, you can feel the growth of the power of the avenue in every battle.

This made Xu Zimo very satisfied.

However, the Lord of the Undead's destiny for the system of the dead cannot be imitated or used as a reference in China.

Because what his Chinese mainland needs is a healthy and sustainable development system.

For the Lord of the Undead, Yin Qi in the human world is more like a weapon, a weapon used to negotiate with heaven.

This kind of weapon, used well, is enough to make Tiandao retreat.

But he didn't care about the life and death of the soul in the Yin Qi human world.

Therefore, the path is different, and Xu Zimo cannot learn from it.

"To be honest, you came just in time, because I just need your help with something."

The Lord of the Dead suddenly said.

Xu Zimo could also guess something.

Then he asked: "Is it about those living people who broke into the Nether Realm?"

The Lord of the Dead nodded slightly.

Said: "Originally, they were blocked by the mountain of swords and sea of ​​fire. Who knew that after you came in, you actually destroyed the mountain of swords and sea of ​​fire, allowing these people to take the opportunity to come in."

"Don't put the responsibility on me, you should understand that if there is someone behind the scenes, he needs to test the Netherworld.

Even if I don't destroy it, the people behind the scenes will take action. "

Speaking of this, Xu Zimo was also a little curious.

Asked: "Have you found any information about the person behind the scenes?"

"Who else could be there besides the Holy Court?"

The Lord of the Dead sneered.

"I'm afraid that the Holy Court has begun to doubt about the Yin Qi world."

"After all, no matter how covert I am, there will always be clues to everything."

"And for people like us who rule a region, we don't know how many people around us were tricked by the Holy Court."

"But they probably aren't sure, they just want to test it out."

"So you want me to come forward to solve it?" Xu Zimo asked.

"No... I'm not asking you to step in and solve the problem. I'm going to lead the snake out of the hole myself, and you will be the snake catcher."

The Lord of the Dead said with a smile.

"Although the other party is just testing, it would be too stupid to find some ants to test."

"I think they must have a back-up plan, and I can't trust the people around me."

The Lord of the Dead said.

"After all, apart from you, even the most loyal subordinates around me don't know about this sinister world."

"I think you can guard this place for me."

"I won't help ordinary people," Xu Zimo said.

"But it has something to do with the way of heaven. No matter what, I have to get involved."

………

At this moment, on the first island in the Netherworld.

As Xu Zimo opened the door to the Netherworld, everyone entered the Netherworld.

Only then did I realize that there were actually islands inside.

Everyone is now trapped on the first island.

The surroundings were filled with black energy. Rather than saying black energy, it would be more appropriate to say death energy.

If you stay in this world, even if you do nothing, you will be eroded by the energy of death.

Everyone has tried countless methods.

Some people have spiritual energy to protect their bodies, and some people have precious treasures to protect their bodies.

There are warriors who train their bodies, and there are swordsmen who cut through the black mist with their swords.

In short, countless people can be said to have used all their methods.

But there is nothing we can do about this black mist.

What's even more frightening is that even if someone regrets and wants to leave the Nether Realm, the door is now closed.

There is no chance.

For a time, fear and death spread among everyone.

"Damn it, if we knew what was going on here, we shouldn't have come."

"We haven't even seen anyone from the Netherworld, so we are going to die like this. It's really unacceptable!"

Of course, there are people who are strong-willed.

Said: "In order to save my loved ones, so what if I die here."

"So what if I exchange my life for my mother's life."

At this time, a white-faced scholar came out of the crowd.

The scholar looked very calm.

There was no trace of fear or fear on his face.

He looked at the people around him and said, "Everyone, I have a Spring and Autumn Pen here."

"This pen was passed down from my ancestors. With one stroke, you can determine the spring, autumn, sun and moon, and seize the creation of time and space."

"You don't need to be afraid, just wait for me to make a move, and the power of this black mist will naturally be solved."

After hearing the scholar's words, everyone who had originally been prepared to die quickly became excited.

Someone shouted: "Then what are you waiting for, do it quickly!"

"I wonder what the name of this fellow Taoist is. Does your name exist in the world?" someone asked curiously.

The scholar just waved his hand.

He smiled and said, "I don't have much fame, I just borrow the shadow of some ancestors."

"You don't know the name even if I say it, so it's okay not to mention it."

The scholar did not give his name, but he was seen waving the spring and autumn pen in his hand.

The pen was purple-green in color.

I don’t know what kind of wood the pen holder is made of, and I don’t know what kind of hair the pen tip is made of.

It looks like a very quaint touch.

When it streaked across the sky, it had no earth-shattering momentum.

But it’s just this painting.

But a circular shield seemed to appear around everyone.

This shield shields everything, not even the black mist that corrodes life can break the shield.

"It's really a wonder," someone exclaimed.

"One stroke determines the spring and autumn, and the true name is worthy of its reputation."

"Young Master, please give me more life-saving grace. Now that there is no more worries about Heiwu, can we move forward?"

"It is said that the souls of our relatives are imprisoned deep in this netherworld.

As long as the soul is found and connected to the living world, it can be resurrected. "

"Let's go, let's not waste time. This place is eerie and I always feel uncomfortable."

………

Everyone continued to move forward.

At this time, the scholar in white seemed to have become the leader.

Because he saved many people's lives, everyone believed in him.

Fortunately, the scholar in white did not disgrace his life.

He leads the team forward and takes action when faced with any crisis.

It's like when everyone comes to the second island, a giant beast in the black mist chooses to eat them.

It makes people panic.

I saw the scholar in white just drawing with a pen.

Countless true chains appeared in the void, binding all the black fog beasts.

Another example is that a strong person from the Netherworld came out to stop it.

But the scholar in white was so powerful that he suppressed all the powerful men in the Netherworld.