That's What Villains Are Like

Outside the boundary, in the depths of the vast space and time, there is a vast, prosperous and dazzling universe.

The deep sea is dry and silent, as if it is hanging coldly in nothingness. There is only the sound of waves rising and falling from time to time in the whole world. This is an extremely strange sight.

The endless dark ocean hangs alone in the world, and seems to be held up by some great force. At the end of this deep sea, a black mountain stands there, majestic and majestic, and the stars in the sky are shining down, reflecting This is the only place with light in the deep black sea.

"Your Majesty the Envoy, the clansmen sent to capture the orphans of the Shi clan have all died, their souls have been annihilated, their cause and effect have been shattered, and their traces have been wiped out."

At the foot of this black mountain, a figure shrouded in gauze-like black mist was prostrating and kneeling, and was reporting something.

"No traces came back?"

An indifferent and majestic voice echoed over the black mountain, and a pair of green eyes could be vaguely seen, hanging high in the darkness, like two dead moons, reflecting the world.

"Replying to the envoy, it is difficult to detect things within the realm. In order to send our people there, our clan has used the coordinates of the ruins left over from many eras ago. It will be difficult to contact the other side of the realm in a short period of time. "

The figure kneeling there was still reporting back.

"During Lord Realm's deduction, there shouldn't be any mistakes in this matter. What exactly is the problem?"

The blurry shadow deep in the Black Mountain seemed to be thinking or talking to itself.

"That's all, I will personally report this matter to the Lord of the World when he returns."

"The catastrophe of the heavens is coming, and this era will also usher in a cold winter. The Sky-eating clan has been preparing for it for a long time. Perhaps before the end of the era, the Lord of the Realm will raise the battle flag, blow the horn, and conquer the heaven."

After a while, the light in the depths of the Black Mountain completely dissipated, turning into a dead silence and coldness. Only the stars hanging overhead shone brightly, looking like a galaxy sinking.

The figure kneeling there was shocked by these words.

The approaching catastrophe of the heavens means that the cold winter of the era is coming. Now all the worlds in the heavens and the world are preparing to deal with this matter.

At the same time, the ancient battlefield of the heavens has arrived, and many talented heroes in the ancient world of Amitabha have gathered together to fight everywhere and discover some secrets of the last great catastrophe of heaven and earth.

The world lords from all over the world have individually opened up a hall of heroes, and are now discussing ways to deal with it.

Perhaps in the near future, all the heavens and worlds will gather all their forces to fight against the heavens and conquer the heavens in a true sense.

At the same time, the swordsmanship reached its peak in the depths of the ancient world.

The clouds are misty and the sword cliffs are towering. A magnificent bronze temple is suspended quietly in the middle. It has its own universe inside. It is extremely spacious and vast. The stars are rising all over the sky, and the sword light is falling in staggered directions, like rays of light.

An old woman with white hair, her whole body light and airy, is sitting inside this bronze temple, and she seems to be sitting at the end of endless time and space.

The surroundings are filled with the sharp feeling of cutting through time and space, the sword light is full, dazzling and astonishing, and the shadows of the divine swords crisscrossing time and space intersperse with each other.

She closed her eyes tightly, as if she had not moved in all eternity. The aura on her body was long and long, ancient and vicissitudes, and she did not know how long she had lived.

"Master..."

Below the white-haired old woman, a slim figure stood respectfully, with black hair like a waterfall and a beautiful face.

The whole body seemed to feel the surging sword energy of the disillusionment of time and space, which was extremely powerful.

"My master will go to the Hall of Heroes to discuss with the world leaders the upcoming catastrophe of the heavens. During this period, a covenant between the heavens may be signed, and many large and small affairs in the sword world will be entrusted to you."

"I know that you have a close relationship with the Master of the Eternal Tribulation Sword, and you once wanted to uncover the secret of his unexpected death. However, even my master has deduced this matter, and there was no accident. Many years have passed, and your cultivation has become difficult due to his death. In the past, even the Pavilion Master of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion is now in the Sword Ruins, comprehending the true meaning of life, death, disillusionment, and reincarnation, thereby consolidating the position of Sword Master and enjoying the life span of heaven and man..."

The white-haired old woman opened her eyes and sighed, looking at the graceful figure below with some regret.

"My disciple has let Master down."

A look of guilt appeared on the face of the slim figure.

The white-haired old woman shook her head and said, "If you can understand this calamity clearly, and understand that the ruthlessness of a master is like a feeling, and the true meaning of the ethereal road, the position of sword master will be at your fingertips. Among the many disciples of my master, you were the one who was the most promising. Your talents and talents are also above those of other senior brothers and sisters."

"It's a pity that you have been trapped by love. Why can't you let go of a person who is already dead?"

"I never believed that he would suddenly die in the eternal calamity. His talented master also said that after being the sword master, he will definitely be able to become the co-lord of the world." The slim figure is still a little unwilling.

"That's all, my teacher called you here today, and I didn't tell you this. If you can fully realize it and cut off everything, your cultivation can be further improved in this life. Otherwise, you can only be stuck in this world, and you can only serve the world. Unfortunately, your apprentice Chu Xiuyan is smarter than you and has long understood the true meaning of the Misty Heartless Sword."

"If she can come out on top in this battle of the heavens, my master will personally condense the mark of the Immortal Sword Heart for her, give her the complete Sword Scripture and the old skills of billions of swords, and help her go to the Sword Ruins to learn about the sword masters of the past and present. Her future achievements will definitely be above yours."

The white-haired old woman waved her hand, her eyes becoming dull and deep.

"Xiuyan is talented and intelligent. She is so valued by Master, and I am very happy for her." The slim figure said with her head hanging down.

"My teacher has given you many opportunities. If you are still unable to break through the relationship, the Lord of Wuliang Realm in the Wuliang Holy Realm has a good relationship with my teacher. He intends to bring you and his disciple Daojiu Zhenjun together."

"Zhenjun Daojiu's strength dominates all walks of life. Although he was defeated by the Master of the Eternal Tribulation Sword back then, over the years, his cultivation has made further progress. Recently, he has also asked to be his teacher and intends to propose marriage to you..."

"Although you have not become a sword master, you are my master's apprentice after all. Marrying a true king is worthy of your marriage. You should think about it carefully during this time."

The voice of the white-haired old woman was ethereal and ruthless, revealing the indifference of the laws of heaven and understanding of all cause and effect.

After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for the graceful woman below to respond. She just threw her sleeves and sent her out.

Buzz! ! !

Then, the time and space in front of her blurred, and a golden avenue extended, seeming to penetrate endless space and spread into the distance.

The white-haired old woman stood up, stepped closer, and disappeared in an instant.

In another, deeper time and space, a terrible storm swept through the avenue. In the center, there was a magnificent ancient palace, towering and motionless, bearing the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.

The figure of the white-haired old woman appeared outside the temple and walked directly in.

At the same time, several voices sounded from deep in the hall.

"Friend Piaomiao is here, you really made it easy for us to wait."

This sound is ancient and seems to shake the entire time and space, with fragments of time flying around.

The vast power of time surges, seemingly from eternity ago, washing into the current world.

"Now that fellow Taoist Piao Miao is here, we can start discussing. This coming catastrophe may be an opportunity for us to make a breakthrough."

"The reorganization of the heavens caused catastrophes in the heavens. This did not happen only once in the course of time."

Another voice sounded, very cold and without any emotion.

The white-haired old woman's real name is no longer known, but she is now respected by all races in the world as the Master of the Piaomiao Realm, the person in charge of the current sword world.

In this hall, there are many vast and terrifying aura fluctuations that are as vast as the abyss and the sea of ​​stars. They are no weaker than the Piaomiao Realm Lord. They all come from the most top Great Thousand Worlds in the world of today. They are all the same. Lord of the Realm.

"It seems that Lord Amitabha has already made a plan?"

Deep in the hall, there was darkness, not even light could shine in. A voice sounded at this moment, obviously asking the person who had just spoken.

"I can't tell you the plan, but this is the only chance I have."

"Everyone, please take a look."

Lord Amitabha spoke calmly. Where he stood, fragments of time were flying and chaotic energy was surging. An area was cleared directly. Among those fragments of time, the picture was hidden, as if it had been excavated from some broken ancient history. .

"Which era is this from?" a Realm Lord asked.

A series of eyes also fell over at this moment, and other figures were slowly revealed in the darkness around them.

It may be surrounded by a vague fog of time, or there may be fragments of order flying around, or it may be lingering in the mist of chaos. In short, it is all mysterious, as if it does not exist in this time and space, and stands in another universe.

"These are fragments caught by the ancestors of the Shi clan from the long river of time. They are what happened in the last brilliant civilization..."

"Perhaps it contains the truth about the last great catastrophe of heaven and earth."

"The cold winter of the era, the heaven and the earth are exhausted, the broken heaven is reorganized again, trying to resurrect a certain will."

"Such a thing has happened more than once in the course of time."

"The Emperor of Heaven may not be dead..." Lord Amitabha said calmly.

"What?"

As soon as he said these words, the expressions of many realm masters here suddenly changed, as if a terrifying avenue storm was attacking, and the time and space where the entire hall was located was constantly turbulent and fragmented.

…

Mantuo Ancient Star, in Gusu City.

On the top floor of the pavilion, on the soft couch by the window, Jiang Lan held an ancient scroll in his hand and studied it quietly. In the incense burner beside him, sandalwood smoke curled up, and the fragrance lingered.

Because of the wind blowing, the curtains fluttered gently, like clouds and fog. His brows were sometimes wrinkled and sometimes relaxed, as if the content in the book was too touching.

After a while, Jiang Lan put down the ancient scroll, stretched out his hand to caress the soft dark blue hair in front of him, and said with emotion, "Tang'er, you are getting more and more skilled and powerful..."

"Ahem..."

A jade face stained with haze, with a hint of crimson on the eyebrows, puffed out her cheeks, raised her head, and glanced at him angrily, then her snow-white and delicate snow neck rolled slightly, as if she was being choked.

Jiang Lan handed her the tea on the side very considerately and naturally.

Murong Qiutang took a few sips of tea and calmed down before glaring at him and complaining, "I really don't know how to show mercy at all. I almost choked to death on you."

Jiang Lan stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms and said with a smile, "What nonsense are you talking about? How can I let it go?"

Murong Qiutang buried her baby head in his arms and said quietly, "I would rather do this than let me conceive a child for you..."

But as soon as she finished saying this, she realized that her tone was not right, so she changed her words and said, "I quite like children."

"I quite like children too, but not now."

Jiang Lan looked as usual, still smiling and not angry.

Murong Qiutang stopped talking about this topic and rubbed his neck, as if she didn't want to be separated from him for a moment. She murmured in a dark tone, "Are you planning to leave..."

"The matters in the Sifang Star Territory have not been resolved yet, so there is no rush."

"Now, I have to meet someone to count the harvest." Jiang Lan smiled.

"Who is it?" Murong Qiutang asked curiously.

"My grandpa."

With a smile on her face, Jiang Lan patted Murong Qiutang's back and motioned for her to stand up.

A bit stuck today