I’m Really a Villain

The scholar in white has such great strength, but his name is not revealed.

No one knows him or his origins.

This is somewhat intriguing.

There are countless strong men in the vast Netherworld, but no one can face the scholar in white.

………

The deepest part of the black mist.

I saw the Lord of the Dead waving his right hand in the void.

The black mist in front of him condensed, immediately reflecting what happened in the Netherworld.

At this time, in the black mist, the scholar in white was seen to be very powerful, fighting against the powerful men of Youming Domain alone.

"Did you see anything?" the Lord of the Dead asked.

"Actually, even if I didn't break the mountain of swords and sea of ​​fire just now, I'm afraid this guy would take action," Xu Zimo said.

"That's not what I asked," the Lord of the Dead shook his head slightly.

Said: "Have you figured out who he is?"

Xu Zimo frowned, thought for a while, and then said: "A substitute?"

In fact, through the black mist, it is difficult to tell whether the other party is the real person or the fake person.

But Xu Zimo's perception was very strong, and he could vaguely sense that the scholar in white was not a real life form.

This is outrageous.

If it is not the real body, a false body has such great strength.

It can make all the powerful men in the Netherworld helpless.

This proves that the strength of the people behind it has obviously exceeded a certain level.

"This is forcing me to appear," the Lord of the Dead said.

"And even if I show up and kill these people, I'm afraid I won't be able to find any evidence."

"This is a conspiracy."

"Although there is no direct evidence to prove anything, I am convinced that there must be the shadow of the Holy Court behind it."

"They just understand that it is impossible for the Nether Realm to start a war with the Holy Court, so they are so confident in testing me."

"But this kind of temptation is somewhat meaningless," Xu Zimo said.

"It's impossible for them to really break into the Nether Realm, and what results can they get from testing it."

"I don't know their specific purpose. I'll ask you to keep an eye on this place after I go out."

The Lord of the Dead said.

"I believe their target must be deep here."

"Because my Netherworld Stone is here."

"If you want to break the Nether Realm's ability to absorb the dead, you must destroy or steal the Nether Realm Stone."

"I understand," Xu Zimo nodded slightly.

………

In fact, the Lord of the Dead still trusts Xu Zimo very much.

After all, he didn't even tell his most trusted subordinates about such a big matter as the Yin Realm Stone. Instead, he asked Xu Zimo to help guard it.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you can understand the reason for this.

Because this Yin Realm Stone is regarded as the lifeblood for the art of necromancy, and it is his only hope for negotiating with Heaven.

But to Xu Zimo, it was worthless.

Because the two of them took different paths.

This kind of sinister world is nothing in front of Xu Zimo's China Continent.

Moreover, Xu Zimo took the path of horizontal push and destruction.

Rather than negotiating the way.

Seeing the Lord of the Dead leaving, Xu Zimo's figure gradually disappeared into the black mist.

………

The scholar in white led a group of people very quickly.

At this moment, we have reached the middle section of Netherworld Rain.

There are countless strong men in the Nether Realm here, but they still can't do anything to the scholar in white.

He holds a spring and autumn pen.

No one can break the shield of Spring and Autumn strokes.

Seeing many strong men in trouble.

At this time, a big hand appeared in the void.

The big hand just squeezed it gently.

The passports with Spring and Autumn Pen structure were all crushed into pieces.

Like a piece of glass, it was shattered.

"The Netherworld is a place of the dead. Anyone who enters this place is considered dead by default."

As the figure of the Lord of the Dead came.

He didn't show his true face, but his voice was majestic.

Just the sound made everyone present feel a sense of oppression.

Someone shouted: "We have no intention of offending the Netherworld, we just want to resurrect our relatives."

"Yes, as long as we can resurrect our loved ones, we can leave immediately."

"Life and death are separated, and yin and yang are in different realms. How can the dead be resurrected? Wouldn't the world be in chaos?"

The voice of the Lord of the Dead said calmly.

"When you come here, it means you are dead."

"Entering the Nether Realm, life and death are no longer under your control."

"I am the master of this place, and I have the final say on your life and death."

After hearing this, everyone's expressions changed drastically.

But then the scholar in white spoke.

He is like the backbone of this group of people. When he speaks, it is easy to make people feel convinced.

"Lord of the Undead, if life and death cannot be controlled, then why do everyone's souls come to the Nether Realm after death?"

"The Nether Realm is an ordinary realm. Why does it now have the ability to attract the dead?"

"Who are you?" The Lord of the Dead looked at the scholar in white and said calmly.

His gaze passed through the layers of black mist, like two eyes reaching up to the sky, and landed directly in front of the scholar in white.

In an instant, all the secrets of the scholar in white seemed to be seen through.

"One shot, one blood, and a fake body made in one step dare to act recklessly in the Netherworld."

The Lord of the Dead said coldly.

"Let me see how much you weigh and what your feet are."

After the words fell, I saw the big hand of the Lord of the Dead falling again.

There was a "boom".

What this big hand brings is not just pure power.

It is the Lord of the Dead who inspires the entire Netherworld.

At this moment, the scholar in white has no way to go to heaven or to the earth.

"I'm just waiting for you," the scholar in white raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

I saw a picture taken out from his hand.

When this picture bloomed, it emitted a shocking light.

The light fell and immediately swept the white-clothed scholar himself, including the living people around him and the Lord of the Undead, into the painting.

The Lord of the Dead frowned slightly.

He waved his hand, as if he wanted to resist.

I heard the scholar in white laugh and say: "You can't break free. If you were in the outside world, it would be possible with your strength."

"But the Netherworld is now a very dark place."

"I open up the world with extreme yang, convert yang into yin, and combine yin and yang. This space must exist for half an hour."

"It will automatically untie in half an hour. Now let's stay in it together."

"The combination of yin and yang just wants to trap me," the Lord of the Dead snorted coldly.

Dark fog began to fill the surrounding area.

“Of course the pure combination of yin and yang cannot control you, but you forgot one thing.

The blood of these outsiders is the blood of living people and can be used as a primer. "

"And I am the incarnation of the Great Dao."

"These are the rules. Do you know what the rules are?"

The Lord of the Undead was silent for a moment.

Rules can be as small as between people or as large as between the world.

It can be said that rules are indispensable in all aspects.

It is precisely because of the existence of rules that the world can continue.

In fact, when a Taoist country is strong, it can use the power of rules.

But this kind of rules is based on the rules of heaven and earth, rather than formulating rules.