That's What Villains Are Like

"Master Jiren has his own destiny. Being able to survive thousands of years of crusade must be something special. Master, there is no need to worry about him."

"When I come to the vast land of Jiuzhou, Master will be able to reunite with my uncle and fulfill a wish."

Next to the old man in brown robe, there was a young man standing.

His face looks like he is in his early twenties, but his cultivation and strength are not ordinary, and there is even a hint of a saint's atmosphere.

Of course, his real age cannot be like this. It is obvious that he has good looks, and his real age is actually thousands of years old.

"Elder brother is right. Master misses me so much. We can meet him sooner or later. Why rush for this moment?"

Another man wearing golden armor, with strands of rule fragments flowing all over his body, smiled. His hair was very bright, with a golden color, golden, as dazzling as the sun.

"Master, please have tea."

Another young man in white robes who was slightly younger and looked to be less than twenty years old wisely brought the fairy tea with the mist on the side to the old man in brown robes.

"Haha, it feels like a lifetime ago. You can't understand this kind of mood and feeling..."

The old man in brown robe shook his head and smiled, picked up the fairy tea, took a sip, and spoke in a leisurely and emotional tone.

He is the founder of Wusheng Palace and is respected as Wusheng by the world.

He had a total of nine disciples in his life, and each of them had outstanding qualifications and talents.

Under his guidance, the eldest disciple has even survived nine heavenly tribulations, and is only one step away from the holy realm.

The rest of the disciples are also very outstanding. The last disciple in front of him is now also the successor of Wusheng Palace. He is extremely talented. In the past few days, the world has changed dramatically, and the auras have converged, which has made him realize a breakthrough and break into the eighth realm.

It can be said that the young apprentice's demeanor has surpassed what he was at that time.

As long as the young apprentice is given time, his future achievements will definitely be higher than those of the saints.

Wu Sheng Palace will definitely be able to create greater glory again.

"After my senior brother and I reunited, I used Xuantian Jade Dew Marrow to help him practice. With my senior brother's talent, he will surely be able to return to the realm of a saint soon."

"When the time comes, there will be two saints in our Martial Saint Palace. Although the eldest disciple is relatively shallow, he is only one step away from the holy realm..."

"If we get another chance in the vast land of Jiuzhou, we may break into the holy realm in advance, and the Three Saints will appear in the sky..."

The Martial Saint has a longing in his heart. The Immortal Alliance occupies such a big piece of fat, so he is naturally very greedy.

However, he knew that he was no match for Li Ran of the Taiyi Sect. Unless he could find the secret vault of the Star Martial Arts, obtain the treasures in it, and advance his cultivation further, he would be able to compete with him.

This time the migration came to the vast land of Jiuzhou. In addition to looking for the ancestor of the blood immortal brother, there was also a big reason, which was because of the Xingwu secret library.

Soon, huge immortal ships were galloping across the endless sea, quickly approaching the vast land of Kyushu. Along the way, the wind was strong and the momentum was so great that all the merchant ships that came and went avoided and gave way.

Wusheng Palace, who is used to being domineering overseas, doesn't care about those casual repair cargo ships. What's more, this is a trip of a saint in the true sense. Who dares to stop it?

The ethnic groups along the way are orthodox and dare not get angry or speak out.

Only after seeing the giant fleet of ships retreating away did they dare to stand up and shout angrily to vent their dissatisfaction.

"These orthodox forces from overseas are too arrogant."

"I heard that this is a Taoist lineage where a saint sits. The saint himself is on the giant immortal ship in the middle."

"Keep your voice down, be careful of others overhearing it. Saints are omnipotent and if they talk in secret, others will sense it..."

"Can a saint not abide by the rules? Isn't it obvious that he doesn't take the rules established by the Immortal Alliance in his eyes, so what's the matter?"

Someone snorted.

"Haha, it seems that the master has just arrived, and his reputation is not obvious. He dares to talk about anything bad."

On the Immortal Giant Ship, a man wearing golden armor and hair as bright as gold suddenly smiled, but his expression was a little cold.

Even though they were thousands of miles apart, how could they not hear the conversations and discussions of those casual cultivators?

Wu Sheng's eyes were slightly closed, and he sat casually on the square chair, as if he didn't care about the discussions.

"Second senior brother, please calm down. It's just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimps. How can it disturb the master's interest and affect the master's mood? I will handle it, junior brother."

"Our Martial Saint Palace has been suppressing the Black Death Sea for thousands of years. Who is not afraid of it? It's a new arrival and the reputation is not obvious. It's natural for us to establish our authority..."

The young man in white robe stepped forward to ask for the tassel, raised his hands and spoke, but his eyes contained arrogance and eagerness to try.

After all, he was young and vigorous. He had just arrived in the vast land of China and his reputation had not yet spread. He was no better than when he was overseas, so he urgently needed a battle to prove his strength and talent.

"The young leader of the Immortal Alliance was already in his twenties when he broke into the Eighth Realm. I am only nineteen now. In terms of cultivation speed, I am no worse than him."

The young man in white robe actually has a comparative goal in mind. In his opinion, as long as there are enough opportunities, his future achievements will not necessarily be lower than Jiang Lan.

No matter how vast the land of China is, there should still be no monster like him who has achieved the Eighth Realm before he was twenty years old.

"That's fine. Junior Brother Bai Qi can teach them a lesson and let them know that a saint cannot be insulted..."

The eldest disciple of the Martial Saint also spoke with a cold voice. Even he felt a little unhappy. When a saint travels, it is natural to have a big pomp. How many saints are there in the world? How dare anyone dare to arrange discussions behind his back?

It can be said that those guys did not take a saint in their eyes at all.

After all, the Martial Saint relies on his status and cannot teach those guys personally, but as disciples, they naturally don't have to be so particular.

"It's senior brother, junior brother understands."

When the white-robed young man named Bai Qi heard this, he grinned, and immediately turned into a white rainbow, left the Immortal Dao ship, and rushed towards the few casual cultivators on the island.

After a moment, a rich blood light shot into the sky, and the island became completely silent, without any breath of life anymore.

"The people from the Martial Saint Palace are too strong. Just by talking behind their backs, they actually wiped out all the ethnic groups on an island..."

Some monks not far away, their backs were filled with cold air, and their whole bodies were trembling as they looked at the blood cloud that never dispersed.

"When traveling to Wusheng Palace, the rest of the people are waiting to leave quickly."

The young man in white robe was holding a blood-stained long tasseled spear, standing in the sky, pointing diagonally towards the south. His originally delicate face looked even colder and indifferent because of some splattered blood.

The spiritual thoughts and gazes peeping around him all trembled because of his aura, and then quickly retreated, for fear of causing trouble.

The young man in white robe was very satisfied with this situation. He wanted this kind of effect, otherwise he would not be able to scare people.

And soon, the news of Wusheng Palace's arrival spread quickly inland along with several overseas islands that were slaughtered, causing varying degrees of ripples and sensations on the land of Kyushu.

Many immortal sects were alarmed.

A saint from overseas is about to come to the land of Kyushu.

Many forces are already prepared to welcome him. You must know that there are only three or four saints in Kyushu. At this special node, if there is one more saint, it will naturally make everyone more confident.

As there are more and more "spokespersons" from outside the world, various rumors and news also appear. What kind of army from outside the world is gathering, planning to conquer the inside world. Next, the land of Kyushu will usher in endless blood and fire, war and turmoil. Eternal melody.

The emergence of these rumors has caused people in many places to panic, fearing that a war will break out.

In the minds of many monks and living beings, saints are already gods-like existences in the sky.

But now I know that outside that vast world, there are supreme beings whose power and means far exceed those of saints.

If such a supreme being were to attack, who could withstand it?

At this time, the more saints there are in the world, the safer everyone will feel.

So even after learning that Wusheng Palace's behavior was somewhat forceful and arrogant, and even destroyed some disrespectful ethnic groups along the way, many people expressed their understanding that saints should not be insulted.

That day, at the pier near the Endless Sea, there was a huge crowd. There were many senior members of ethnic groups arriving on divine chariots and cloud boats, waiting there for the arrival of the Martial Saint Palace.

The next day, Ge Qixing, who had disappeared for a long time, also appeared in the crowd along with Xue Wuchen and others.

Lou Taki, the former palace lord of the Goddess Palace, also followed him, but both of them used secret techniques to hide their true appearance and did not want to reveal their identities.

In this place, there are longing figures, and in the sky, the clouds and mist are surging, and the glow is blooming. Luan birds are pulling divine chariots across the sky, and ancient relics are pulling golden chariots, greeting them there, with handsome heads. Strange beasts, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, surrounded by wind and thunder, making crackling sounds.

"Legalist?"

"Lei family? Yu family? Hong family..."

"I didn't expect that all these hidden families would show up. Is the old man on the bronze divine chariot the elder of the Legal family?"

"Even the head of the Hong family came here in person..."

Many monks and creatures were shocked when they saw such a posture.

These big shots can cause huge earthquakes with just a stomp of their feet. They can't be seen or come into contact with them on weekdays.

Now, they are all gathered here, waiting for the arrival of the Martial Saint from the Martial Saint Palace.

However, some monks noticed a strange scene. Logically speaking, when a saint came, there would be a reaction from the Immortal Alliance, but in the end, there was no movement.

No senior officials from the Immortal Alliance were even seen here.

What does this mean? Is it possible that a saint is no longer in the eyes of the Immortal Alliance?

"what happened?"

"I have a bad feeling..."

Xue Wuchen frowned, and he also noticed that the Immortal Alliance did not send anyone to greet them.

This is very wrong.

Boom! ! !

The waves hit the sky, high in the sky, and with the huge momentum crushing the void, a huge immortal ship shimmering with rays of light slowly descended, hanging high above the dock, casting a terrifying black shadow, which was like It's like a continent, which makes people feel palpitating.

"We are waiting to welcome Lord Martial Saint."

"Welcome to Lord Martial Saint..."

Seeing such a huge thing, many monks and creatures couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wanted to kneel down and worship.

Then, the head of an unknown family took the lead in shouting, and then there was an overwhelming sound of greetings, resounding in the high sky.

"Haha, you see what I said is right. If you don't establish authority, how can you be awe-inspiring? These guys are sensible and have been waiting here for a long time."

"Master, when traveling, how can it be less grand?"

The blond man on the Immortal Giant Ship smiled when he saw this.

On the other hand, the young man beside him frowned, as if he noticed something.

At this time, Wu Sheng slowly opened his eyes and stood up from the square chair.

He is not very tall, but as he steps forward, an invisible power emanates towards the world, as if the place where he stands is the center of the world, and everything will be directed by him. respect.

"What does the Immortal Alliance mean?"

"Master has arrived, but no one came to greet him?" The young man had noticed something, and his eyes instantly darkened.

"It's just too much of a lie."

Bai Qi, a boy in white robe, is young and energetic, and cannot bear this humiliation. In his opinion, the Immortal Alliance just doesn't pay attention to the Wusheng Palace. A dignified saint is here in person, but no one comes to greet him?

What about the leader and young leader of the Immortal Alliance?

"It seems that someone wants to give me a blow."

Wu Sheng stepped out with a calm voice, as if he expected this.

And as his words fell, everyone here felt a terrifying and depressing atmosphere sweeping over them. They couldn't help but tremble, their legs trembled, and their spines were about to collapse.

The sky suddenly changed color. It was still broad daylight, but suddenly it became dark, and the entire sky changed.

To be precise, it was not that the celestial phenomena had been changed, but that a big hand far beyond the giant immortal ship appeared in the sky, shrouded in clouds and mist. It slowly probed down and headed straight towards the martial arts standing in the middle. Saint caught him.

This scene was too shocking. Compared to this big hand, the giant immortal ship looked like a child's play toy. It was extremely small and could be grasped and exploded at any time.

"How dare you..."

Wu Sheng's expression changed and he became furious. He thought that the Immortal Alliance would show off to him, but he didn't expect that the other party's attitude would be so direct and contemptuous.

No one was seen, and he stretched out his big hand to grab him. What did he think of him with this gesture?

He is a saint, and a saint cannot be insulted.

But the next moment, Wu Sheng's expression changed again, with a kind of horror, fear, and disbelief.

He unexpectedly found that he could not move, as if he was suppressed by an unimaginably powerful will, and even the vast saint's magic power could not be exerted.

The strong wind roared, and the void tore apart. The big hands that came down from the sky easily grabbed the giant fairy ship, and then all the runes burst out with bright light, like a flash in the pan, and then bang There was an explosion, and it was crushed directly.

"What……"

The waves on the sea calmed down, and all the monks and creatures who came to greet Wu Sheng at the dock were stunned by this scene.

No matter the elders or the heads of the hidden families, they couldn't believe their eyes. They felt the cold air on their backs, even in broad daylight.

This was a saint, and he was just held to death by one hand?

Could it be that Saint King Li Ran of Taiyi Sect took action?

"Cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, the sound of coughing came from the exploded Immortal Dao giant ship, along with the ejected internal organ fragments, splashing and falling in mid-air.

The figure of Wu Sheng appeared among them, but at this moment half of his arm was broken, and the brown robe was covered with blood. He looked extremely embarrassed, his aura was extremely depressed, and he no longer had the same grace as before.

His eyes were filled with shock and fear, mixed with disbelief.

"Great...Great Sage?"

His voice trembled, and he looked at the place where the big hand came down.

He was very confident in his own strength. Even if there was a huge disparity between the Holy King and the Saint, it was impossible to suppress him even with the thought of competing with his breath alone.

This is definitely a method that surpasses that of a holy king, and is probably a great saint.

Only a great sage can kill a saint with such a slap.

In fact, he had already felt that the other party was completely able to kill him, but he only withdrew most of his power in an instant.

Behind Wu Sheng, the white-robed boy Bai Qi's face was dull and pale, and his eyes were full of fear.

He watched with his own eyes as several senior brothers exploded one after another and turned into blood mist, leaving nothing behind.

If he hadn't been close to his master and protected by him in time, he might have ended up like the other senior brothers and died tragically on the spot.

At this moment, everyone was in panic.

Xue Wuchen and Ge Qixing's scalps were numb, and they felt cold from head to toe. Ge Qixing had dealt with Jiang Lan many times, so the moment the aura appeared just now, he knew that it was Jiang Lan who had taken action.

Jiang Lan has just become a saint and already has strength comparable to that of a great saint?

Ge Qixing felt dizzy and almost couldn't stand still. The thing he regretted most in his life was to go against Jiang Lan.

This kind of monster that is beyond common sense and unimaginable is simply not something that human beings can contend with.

Xue Wuchen's face had also lost all color and was extremely pale. Now Jiang Lan had grown to a point where he didn't even dare to think about it.

He actually wants to rely on his junior brother to turn over?

"When you step into the territory of the Immortal Alliance, you must abide by the rules of the Immortal Alliance. Whether you are a saint or a mortal, if anyone disobeys the rules, this will be the fate."

At this time, from the depths of the sky, an understated man's voice came. It was very ethereal, as if the speaker was right in front of him, and as if he was sitting cross-legged in the depths of time and space, reverberating loudly.

"Yes Yes……"

Wu Sheng's face turned pale and he quickly responded, his attitude becoming extremely respectful. He never expected that Jiang Lan could be such a monster.

Before coming to Jiuzhou Haotu, although he had heard various rumors and achievements of Jiang Lan, he regarded him as a young man with terrible talent...

Who knew that his strength would reach such an incredible level.

As for the so-called rules, they were not set by humans. Jiang Lan was stronger than him, so naturally whatever he said was right.

It was just pity that none of his disciples could survive the disaster. They were all crushed to death by Jiang Lan just now.

"Master...Master, this...this person is Jiang Lan?"

When Bai Qi, a young man in white robe, heard the young man's voice, he already guessed his identity. His whole body was shaking, and the fear in his eyes was about to turn into reality.

He has always believed in his heart that his future achievements may not be lower than Jiang Lan...

But the reality told him that this was all nonsense.

Wu Sheng's expression changed dramatically, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He slapped the white-robed boy on the face and scolded, "This is also a name you can call directly..."

The boy in white robe was his most valued disciple, and he even spared no effort to help him block the palm just now, otherwise he would have turned into blood mist like the other disciples.

However, as soon as he finished cursing, the boy in white robe seemed to be glanced at by a glance, and then exploded with a bang, covering his face with blood.

"At a young age, he took pleasure in killing, and many ethnic groups were destroyed and died in his hands along the way."

From the depths of the sky, a misty voice came again, as if the Emperor of Heaven was in charge of punishment and domination of the world.

"Yes, scoundrels deserve to die..."

Wu Sheng's scalp was numb at this time and he didn't dare to say anything. He almost ignored the majesty of the saint and knelt down to worship.

"According to the rules of the Immortal Alliance, if a saint makes a mistake, he should be punished as a mortal. Martial Saint, can you plead guilty?"

The misty voice sounded again.

Wu Sheng was startled for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I admit that if I violate the rules of the Immortal Alliance, I will be at the disposal of the Immortal Alliance..."

He felt that Jiang Lan had murderous intentions.

If he doesn't surrender today, he might really die here and become the first saint to fall after the great changes in the world.

The next moment, the sky and the earth buzzed, as if a law was manifesting. Chains of rules and order fell down, wrapping around Xiang Wu Sheng's limbs, sealing him there and unable to move.

And in the sky, the clouds and mist are thinning, and the Taoist rhymes are intertwined. It seems that a grand and ancient real door is opened, and the regular chains are dragging the Martial Saint and sending him into it.

From the beginning to the end, Wu Sheng did not dare to struggle or resist.

"The Judgment Saint..."

Seeing this scene, all the monks and creatures were also shocked and could not recover for a long time.

Xue Wuchen and Ge Qixing mingled among the crowd and wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but deep in the sky, there seemed to be a gaze watching them, locking them firmly.

The next moment, they felt as if the time and space around them suddenly stagnated, and their entire bodies were completely stripped away, no longer belonging to the original world.

The sound of the wind, the chatter, and the distant sound of the waves all disappeared.

And Jiang Lan's figure, with his hands slightly behind his back, appeared in front of the two of them.