The Strongest Villain System

Deep in memory...

An ice-cold, dark space in the universe, I don't know how far away the place is, or how old the end is, an endless and splendid galaxy hangs.

Except for this ancient galaxy, there are countless dark and deep spaces.

Within the galaxy, near the corner of the extreme edge, nine planets hovered in sequence, and the deepest blue star seemed to be covered in the underworld.

The same for thousands of years, calm and withered.

A certain day.

In the distant deep space of the universe, an elegant young man wearing a white tuxedo and a round top hat set foot on the splendid galaxy and descended over the blue star surrounded by nine stars.

Not long after, another extremely handsome young man wearing a white shirt arrived, and also set foot on the sky above the blue stars.

The two of them were watching from a distance, both staring at the blue star of life.

"The last existence of Kyushu proves that you lost in this round!"

The youth in a white tuxedo made a sound, full of elegance and calmness.

"Who said I lost!"

"I never said that there were only you and me in the gambling game."

"Fellow Daoist, Daoist Chaos, are you still not coming out?"

The young man in the white shirt stood with his hands in his hands, and then looked into the ancient deep space and made a sound, as if everything was full of confidence.

"Two fellow Taoists, old and polite!"

In the distant deep sky, in the endless dark place, an old man riding a green bull with a fairy wind and bones appeared.

"We all lost the gambling game!"

At the same time, another black-clothed boy appeared, but his expression was full of calm.

"Amitabha!"

"My benefactors, the poor monks are polite, and we all lose!"

"Our layout and calculations, in the end, no one got it, only this last proof of existence."

"How many brilliant civilizations have been born in this ancient Kyushu, and there have been so many amazing talents. If you give them time, maybe everyone can be detached."

An old monk also slowly appeared, the vast and endless golden light of merit, seemed to be able to reflect a dark and deep space.

"Tai Shang, Chaos, Fuhuang, Sakyamuni, I am not defeated."

"It's you who lose!"

"Dare to have another round."

The young man in a white tuxedo roared into the deep space, spurring terrible ripples, as if a thought could annihilate the universe.

"Amitabha!"

"Friends of the Water Road, why are you clinging to it, how about giving up?"

"You have destroyed too many civilizations and universes, isn't it enough?"

"There have always been only twelve positions of masters in the world. Even if you do it again, you may not be able to win?"

The old monk shouted the Buddha's name, obviously he didn't want to continue fighting with him, it was a meaningless gambling game at all.

"Friends of the Water Road, stop! The gambling is no longer meaningful. The acquired life has its limit after all. Transcendence is already the limit. The King of Gold has always been a legend."

The old Dao also murmured slightly, and it was obvious that this ancient gambling game ended with it.

"Don't fight, it's meaningless?"

"Unless one of us falls, no one will ascend to the Lord of Silver."

"Even if it is dominating the sequence, it is difficult to interfere with change."

The youth in the white shirt also made their voices heard. This gambling of countless years has already made them...

"No need to bet, we live in the dream of the oldest sleeper, the day we wake up is our last day, let's appoint!"

The black-clothed boy also slowly spoke out, this terrifying madness had already made them invisible to the least bit of hope.

"One more game!"

"This time, none of us will intervene, and I will not be writing the fate script."

"With a one-hundred-year period, a one-hundred-year blank period, all of us can end."

"The premise is that we jointly cover up all the truth, close all secrets, and without our interference, I want to see if a silver lord can be born."

"The last game? If there is no hope, I will accept my fate?"

The young man in the white tuxedo said, never wanting to recognize this last game. He would bet on this one-hundred-year time limit to give birth to a silver master.

"Amitabha!"

"Water donor, if today's game is successful, we will be known to the future Silver Lord?"

"Who will bear this cause and effect?"

The old monk shook his head helplessly. This long gambling game has become the obsession of the water donor. If he is not satisfied, I am afraid that there will be no...

"Success has cause and effect!"

"Unsuccessful, we are all dead, and what cause and effect are we talking about."

"If we work together, if we still can't create a silver master to stop us from killing and robbery, then we might as well die now."

"The location of this game is in Kyushu, the second civilization festival in time, the day the Queen of Qijue enthroned, lasts a hundred years, the miracle island."

"The Lord of the Twelve Silvers has gone to the seventh. On the other side of the sea, there is a Lord of Silver more than us. If one is not created, there will be no balance."

"Sacrifice is inevitable, but in order to let the oldest sleeper sleep forever, I think it's worth it."

"In this battle, we ended up collectively, set up our own plans, selected spokespersons from your respective civilizations, and finally strangled the position of the Lord of Silver."

The youth in the white tuxedo was filled with endless murderous intent, and had already reached the point where they would spare no effort. The final trend of this scene was within that one hundred years.

"Brother Shui, what you said is not unreasonable, but don't forget the ghost of history, and finally kill it. Once he intervenes in history again, he will definitely come forward."

"How are you going to solve it?"

The black-clothed boy was silent for a while, full of incomparable peace.

"He is indeed an uncertain factor, and I will solve him personally."

"As long as he dares to go there."

"Sakyamuni, he and your avatar have a deep cause and effect. No matter how the future is arranged, as long as he appears, he will meet your avatar. Then today’s memory is sealed in the deepest part of your soul. As long as he meets, he will definitely see ."

"The ghost of history, I know you will see this memory scene. If you don't want to die, don't interfere with the miracle island."

"If you dare to interfere a little bit, the star under my feet will be completely annihilated. You can understand it as a threat or as a kind advice."

"Hunshi Devil, I'm saying one last thing, don't interfere with our layout, you can't afford this cause and effect."

The young man in the white tuxedo left an extremely overbearing voice, and that glance seemed to penetrate the infinite history and came to the ancient wilderness.

"Well, it's only a hundred years, the old way has participated."

"Friend Shuidao, what you said today, are you not afraid to arouse his anger, go and stir up the miracle island?"

"With the old way of understanding him, he never accepts anyone's threats. Don't force him to run to the other side of the sea and take refuge in the powerful enemy over there."

Taishang lightly flicked the whisk, as if his words were quite meaningful.

"The ghost of history, although I don't know where he came from?"

"As long as I can produce the Lord of Silver, how can I be afraid."

"That secret, don't you all want to track it down?"

"It's on the miracle island, I just hope he doesn't want to die by himself."

"Participate?"

The young man in the white tuxedo seems to be very confident, giving people a terrifying aura. Too high, chaos, fuhuang, and Sakyamuni nodded one by one, showing that the blue stars and time flow have changed...