That's What Villains Are Like

Time passed very quickly. There was a truce between Ziyingzhao Star Territory and Kaixing Star Territory. In the blink of an eye, two days had passed.

The entire Sifang Star Territory ushered in a rare peaceful situation.

Yingzhao retreated from the Taoist temple, Lu Wushan sealed the mountain and locked up the land, and no longer interfered with external affairs.

Zhou Yuan, who had obtained Lu Wu's soul, fell into seclusion that day and did not let any elders come to disturb him.

Under the starry sky, warships were like a forest, rumbling and galloping, quickly approaching the location of Yingzhao Taoist Temple. The large and majestic mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist, becoming increasingly clear.

Standing on the ancient warship, Jiang Lan was covered with vague mist of chaos, and his robes were flying, as if he would become immortal at any time.

He was looking at the scene in the distance, and at the same time he was quietly feeling the various changes in the world.

In Yingzhao Dojo, many elders who had already heard the news were waiting below to welcome him.

The Immortal Dao Alliance was very powerful. After leaving Mantuo Ancient Star, they went straight to Yingzhao Star Territory. Naturally, Yingzhao Dojo did not dare to really offend the Immortal Dao Alliance.

Before going into seclusion, Zhou Yuan also told him that if someone from the Immortal Alliance came, they would be welcomed without any hesitation.

Many elders and people with deep background obeyed the advice of Zhou Yuan, the ancient ancestor, and naturally they did not dare to say anything.

As the ancient warship landed, the elders of Yingzhao Dojo who had been waiting for a long time came forward one after another to welcome everyone from the Immortal Alliance inside.

Jiang Lan's attitude was very casual, as if he was entering his own back garden. He didn't want to waste any time at all, and he didn't even bother to show courtesy to the elders of Yingzhao Dojo.

Zhou Yuan, who had gone into seclusion after returning to Yingzhao Dojo that day, immediately broke out of the seclusion after hearing the news, rushed over, and greeted him personally. His respectful attitude made many elders of Yingzhao Dojo feel extremely shocked and shocked. .

"The heroic move of the gods has met the emperor of heaven."

Later, in front of everyone, Zhou Yuan's expression remained as usual, and he knelt down and knelt on the ground, calling Jiang Lan the Emperor of Heaven.

"Ancestor..."

Many elders and people with deep background in Yingzhao Dojo were shocked by this scene.

"After I refined Lu Wu's soul, I recovered many memories. His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven once entrusted me with a decree to guard the gate of heaven. Today, His Majesty the Emperor has returned again. As a god, I should follow His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven and open up territories for His Majesty. Conquer all directions."

"I, the Yingzhao Dojo, are willing to obey His Majesty the Emperor's orders and serve His Majesty the Emperor."

Zhou Yuan kowtowed there, his words unable to conceal his enthusiasm and respect.

Then, he glanced coldly at the many elders and figures in the Yingzhao Dojo, implying a shocking power.

Everyone who was originally surprised and shocked by Zhou Yuan's attitude came to their senses after hearing these words.

After all, Jiang Lan was called the future Emperor of Heaven, and Yingzhao was a god who had been entrusted by the Emperor to guard the portal to the heaven.

Now that I have recovered my memory, it is natural to want to follow the Emperor of Heaven again.

"I have met the Emperor of Heaven."

Immediately, the Yingzhao Dojo was filled with enthusiastic and boiling voices, and many elders and figures with deep roots knelt down and knelt on the ground like Zhou Yuan without any hesitation.

Since Jiang Lan has the power of a saint, there is nothing wrong with them acting like they are worshiping a saint.

On the other hand, it is their honor to follow the future Emperor and fight for him in all directions.

Jiang Lan had arranged all of this a long time ago, so he was not surprised at all. Then he cooperated with "Zhou Yuan" who was transformed into a blood puppet of all spirits, and performed in front of many elders and figures of the Yingzhao Dojo. He then used the Heavenly Emperor's Seal that was stripped out of Zhou Yuan's body and gave it to "Zhou Yuan" face to face.

The seal of the Heavenly Emperor came to the world and manifested many strange phenomena. The purple mist steamed, and the shadow of Yingzhao emerged in it. It bloomed with immeasurable brilliance, blazing and bright. The wings stretched out, covering the sky and the sun, covering the entire sky.

At this point, everyone in the Yingzhao Dojo is even more enthusiastic about Jiang Lan, and their attitude is no less than that of the ancient ancestor Yingzhao facing the resurrection.

On that day, the news that everyone in the Yingzhao Dojo had surrendered to Jiang Lan spread with great fanfare, causing a huge sensation.

In Lu Wu Mountain, which has been closed, the master of Lu Wu Mountain, who was anxiously waiting for a response, and the gray-robed old man who appeared on the Chaos Star on the day of the agreement, all had their faces dimmed little by little.

"I see……"

"No wonder Yingzhao Dojo is not afraid of Jiang Lan snatching it away. It turns out that it has decided to submit to him."

The old man in gray robe sighed softly, and his breath became even weaker.

"Ancestor, should we tear up the agreement and burn the boat in the end? The soul of the Holy Ancestor has not responded for a long time. I'm afraid of an accident." Sect Master Lu Wushan looked extremely anxious.

"I'm afraid it's too late..."

The old man in gray robe stood on the top of the mountain, finally withdrew his gaze and said, "The remaining soul of the Holy Ancestor originally wanted to seize the body of the hero to recruit his body, occupy the magpie's nest, and take the opportunity to resurrect."

"But it has been several days and there is still no response. I guess the Holy Ancestor's plan has failed."

"I always thought that Jiang Lan and Yingzhao Dojo were incompatible with each other. Who knew that Yingzhao Dojo would surrender to him so easily? I still completely underestimated his methods."

"Closed the mountain completely. From now on, don't think about revenge anymore."

"Murong Yanqing of the Murong family also let him go. If what I predict is correct, the sky in the Sifang Star Region will also change next, and the Murong family will take advantage of the situation and rise..."

"Unbeknownst to me, something big must have happened."

"Ancestor, is this really necessary?" The sect leader of Lu Wushan looked extremely pale.

The old man in gray robe didn't say anything more. He shook his head gently, and then like a wisp of green smoke, he slowly walked towards the back hill of Lu Wu Mountain, where the cemetery is. He didn't have much time left. If he hadn't been born, he could still be alive. Live for hundreds of years.

But Lu Wushan made the wrong choice and decision, and they will bear the consequences themselves.

In Huaiyun Ancient Star, an ancient city, Hanjing sat blankly by the window, looking at the bustling traffic below, in a daze.

The war has subsided and everything is at peace. There is no need to worry about being affected by the war. Now everyone in the Yingzhao Star Territory is talking about this matter.

Yingzhao Dojo also surrendered to Jiang Lan.

The Sifang Star Territory will then usher in an unprecedented unification situation. For ordinary casual cultivators and ethnic groups, this is naturally a good thing.

But the husband she had been waiting for, Zhou Yuan, never showed up.

"If he wants to come to see me, he will definitely come..."

Hanjing had actually guessed something. She looked gloomy and remained silent for a long time.

The Jade Green Sword Immortal appeared behind Han Jing. Seeing Han Jing like this now reminded her of herself a long time ago.

When she learned that her master had passed away in seclusion, she fell into a deep sadness for a long time.

"Miss Hanjing, it's time to go."

After a moment, she spoke, her tone a little softer than the cold and harsh tone before.

In the Yingzhao Dojo, deep in a quiet room, on the open platform, Jiang Lan sat quietly there.

At this time, Zhou Yuan had turned into a spinning orb of blood and evil spirits, rising and falling in front of him. It could be seen that there were textures intertwined one after another inside. The talisman lights collided and the light was blazing, forming an unbreakable structure. 's cage.

A ray of soul light was in the cage, rushing left and right, trying to rush out, causing the textures inside to continuously glow, and emitting terrifying energy fluctuations.

Then, the surface of the four walls was filled with blood, like a surging river of blood, drowning it.

"You are not a talented person at all, but you are planning on me like this...\

,""Yingzhao died at your hands, right?"

A low and angry voice came faintly from it, and one could see the true appearance of that soul light. It had a human face, a tiger body, tiger claws, and nine tails. It was full of ferocious aura. It was Lu Wu's soul.

Jiang Lan had already guessed that Lu Wu's spirit would awaken early.

Just as Yingzhao's legacy will miss Lu Wu's soul and want to refine and devour it, Lu Wu's spirit also wants to take advantage of Yingzhao's legacy to resurrect.

That's why Lu Wushan used his plan to pretend to be in opposition to the Immortal Alliance, and sent Lu Wu's soul to seek peace.

When Lu Wu's soul successfully seizes the hero and recruits the deceased, then Lu Wushan will naturally become the biggest winner.

Unfortunately, Jiang Lan had already seen through his plan.

The current Zhou Yuan is essentially the Ten Thousand Souls Blood Puppet he has made, but he has also arranged some additional means to borrow the power of the world to refine the inside of the blood puppet into a cage that can seal the soul.

If Lu Wu's soul wants to seize the soul and blood puppet, Jiang Lan will break in on his own without Jiang Lan doing it himself. Then he will be the turtle in the urn, at his disposal.

"The only thing missing now is this Lu Wu soul..."

"This is the foundation of my ascension."

Jiang Lan looked at Lu Wu's soul that was constantly colliding in the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Fiend Orb. He ignored his roar and his eyes contained hatred.

"You actually use me as a medicinal ingredient? How disgusting..."

Lu Wu's soul was so ferocious that it spread its soul light. He kept reaching out his big claws and trying to tear the cage apart, but it was of no use and could only stir up ripples.

The power of the world is hidden within it. Although it is not as strong as the small world, it is definitely not something that can be torn apart by a ray of soul.

Just in case, Jiang Lan reinforced it several times with the Dao Fruit of the Realm.

Even a true saint will feel troubled and have a headache when he sees it.

After surviving the great catastrophe of the past, Lu Wu's soul was far less than one ten thousandth of what it was at its peak, so it could only intimidate ordinary living beings.

"If you can contribute to my reorganization of Tianmen, you will be worthy of your death."

Jiang Lan didn't waste time or words, and directly put the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Demon Orb into the small world, and then began to condense it.

He only has the last of his four Heavenly Gates. Once the complete Heavenly Gate is completed, he can start to break through the realm of Ascension.

This is Jiang Lan's current plan to become a saint in the last few days before the world changes.

In the small world, Lu Wu's soul was released, but just for a moment, chains of order fell one after another and quickly wrapped around it.

It struggled hard, the light on its body surged, and it waved its sharp blade, turning into violent wind, mixed with soul light fragments, shattering everything, trying to cut off these chains.

And Jiang Lan just raised his hand, and the void where Lu Wu's soul was was shattered and collapsed, sinking him in. More divine light of order surged and turned into chains, locking him tightly and making him unable to move. Every cent.

Around Lu Wu's soul, light surged, ancient runes flew, and the avenue seemed to turn into firewood, burning and scorching the void, and there was a profound and mysterious Taoist rhyme gushing out.

The magnificent portal then began to rise from the ground.

During the rumbling and violent earthquakes, thick and ancient stone pillars began to emerge one after another. The vicissitudes of history were deposited on them, and they also carried a long eternity that ordinary people could not understand.

A few days later, the other three heavenly gates also began to respond. Thousands of rays of light were gushing and surging, converging and colliding there, just like the four poles of heaven and earth in ancient mythology, supporting the universe.

Jiang Lan put a lot of effort into condensing Lu Wu's original aura. On the newly built portal, he began to depict the vague divine form of Lu Wu, lifelike, with a fierce and powerful aura that shocked the world... …

Behind these four heavenly gates, the rich fairy light is shining, and the bright and magnificent jade pavilions are constantly emerging, sitting high in the nine heavens, one after another, looming, like the reappearance of a myth.

Each layer is emitting billions of golden lights, and there are phantoms of immortal gods standing in the depths of the immortal mist. They are majestic, thick, and radiant, making it impossible to look at them.

Deeper down, you can see the plaque of the Lingxiao Palace. Its rays of light are as powerful as the sun across the sky, radiating to the heavens, trillions of time and space, and the infinite universe.

A majestic and noble figure sat at the end of the palace, looking at Jiang Lan.

"I am the Emperor of Heaven..."

The vast power continues to spread and surge, radiating to infinite time, space, and infinite planes. This sound seems to be ringing in the ears of countless creatures at this moment.

At the same time, in the vast universe outside the world, in the depths of the sky in all the worlds, the bright skylight can be faintly intertwined, as if there are ancient palaces and pavilions floating in it.

Some people even saw the manifestation of the flower of the avenue, with petals that were crystal clear and holy, flowing with rays of light, just like the change of eras and the rumbling of the great age.

This abundance of light seems to bloom at the end of the universe, radiating light to every corner.

Subsequently, these flowers of the avenue gradually withered and withered, and petals fell one after another, just like the end of the ancient era, crashing into the unknown depths of darkness, arousing boundless chaos...

In the vast world of all directions, destiny is boiling and beginning to flow towards the sky.

Even in some obscure Taoist traditions, there is luck appearing, steaming like a heavy fog, rushing towards the depths of the sky.

Among those clans with immortal Taoist traditions and supreme religions, the brilliant light is even more astonishing, as if it covers the sky and the sun.

And in the realms of immortal forces where so-called "immortals" appeared in some of their ancestors, the scene is even more vast and spectacular, like patches of ancient immortal lands and sacred temples, vague and ups and downs.

It was transformed by luck, and now it is all surging, rushing towards the sky, and is completely out of control.

Even the Realm Master frowned, his face gloomy, and he was helpless.

"The withering of the flowers of the avenue means that the era is over and the catastrophe of the world is about to come."

"The winter of the era is coming, and civilization will either end or continue to survive..."

In all the worlds, deep voices are heard.

Many ancient beings in ancient traditions and immortal forces look far into the distance, penetrating through layers of time and space, their gazes full of solemnity.

This magical scene not only appeared in the worlds outside the world, but even in the land of Kyushu within the world, many creatures and monks witnessed it, and they were full of shock.

It is different from the flowers of the avenue seen outside the world that wither and fall.

At the end of the sky within the realm, the petals are blazing and crystal clear, blooming like a fairy flower, spurting out billions of rays of rays of light, covering the sky and the earth, full of brilliance.

In the Taiyi Sect, Li Ran appeared, standing on the top of the mountain, with fire and excitement in his eyes, and murmured, "The fate of heaven brings blessings to the people. This is the first time that the will of Kyushu will feed back to all living beings and monks..."

As he finished speaking, he saw light falling from the end of the sky in his field of vision. A large ball, wrapped in the noble Nine-Five Supreme Qi, fell towards the palace of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"The Lord of Great Xia, the future Lord of the Human Realm, is indeed rich in blessings."

This scene was not only seen by Li Ran, but also by the old monsters in many places in Kyushu. Their hearts were full of fire and excitement.

Ordinary monks don't have such good eyesight, they can just see a brilliant light flashing across the sky.

In the land of Beihai, Old Shi Sheng's face was also full of excitement, which was very different from his usual indifferent expression.

He looked at the end of the world and could vaguely feel something, as if some kind of will was reviving and gestating.

As a saint-level figure and one of the few top experts in the land of Kyushu today, he will naturally benefit from the blessings.

The corpse saint of Xiling Prefecture was hidden in an ancient bronze coffin. At this moment, he couldn't help but want to lift up the coffin. He couldn't hide the excitement and excitement in his heart.

The first fateful return of Kyushu's will came very suddenly, faster than they expected.

Although they are surprised and surprised, they are more happy and excited. If they get this luck, maybe they will go one step further, like Li Ran of the Taiyi Sect, and directly enter the realm of the Holy King.

In the Sifang Star Territory, deep in the Yingzhao Dojo, and in Jiang Lan's small world, great changes are now taking place.

The Four Heavenly Gates stood there, revealing endless antiquity and magnificence, like a supreme scroll slowly unfolding there.

Deep inside the door, thunder roared, the clouds dispersed, and the chaotic energy surged down, as if the world was about to reopen.

Endless divine light and Taoist rhyme are permeating and interweaving, faintly condensing into a vast and mysterious luminous world, which is the prototype of heaven in the true sense.