The Strongest Villain System

Above Hongmeng, at the far end of the sky, the eight directions of holy realms were shrouded, but the light was much dimmer than the previous nine great holy realms, like a big sun.

Sacred World of Destiny.

"puff!"

A silver-haired woman opened her eyes, her face was instantly pale, the corners of her mouth shed red blood, and the depths of her eyes were filled with horror and horror...

"how?"

The figure in the white suit asked, full of concern.

"Not found!"

"With my ability, I can peer into the next three generations, but there is no trace of him."

"Either he has jumped out of fate, or he has come from a more distant generation."

"It's a taboo, it's even more terrifying!"

The silver-haired woman is also the spirit of the destiny sacred world. If she wants to use the mighty power of the long river of fate to see the origins of the ancient wilderness, one thing can be sure that he is not from the first and second generations in the past, but can only say the distant future.

"check!"

"It must be checked to the end, I don't believe that he has really escaped the long river of fate."

"Since you can't find him, then check the people around him."

"The existence of this person will be our biggest disaster, and the world-side system may collapse because of him."

"You continue to peek into the future, I will go to the temple."

The figure in the white suit is the spirit of the Death Sacred World, and it is absolutely not allowed to have such an existence, interfering with the operation of their world side system.

"Yeah! I will keep trying."

"You have to be careful too."

The spirit of the destiny sacred world was extremely frightened. She did not say that the next three generations no longer existed in the world side system. They and these holy spirits have disappeared, but they can't predict how to die.

The figure in the white suit disappeared and stepped outside the Holy Realm. In a dark and endless void, an ancient hall was faintly visible, and behind the hall, a phantom of an ancient road loomed.

"The spirit of the third generation of death holy world, please see you guides."

"Enter!"

In the temple, there was a huge voice, the spirit of the death holy world slowly stepped in, flowing out an extremely powerful and terrifying aura, which seemed to come from a long time ago.

The figure in a white suit stepped onto the gate of the temple, which was extremely empty, seemingly nothing, dim and silent, able to hear his own footsteps.

But in the next second, light and shadow shrouded in the main hall, as if infinite worlds overlapped, a series of vague phantoms stood up, and there were twelve densely densely packed.

"Senior guides, the spirit of the Dark Saint Realm has been killed..."

The spirit of the death holy world dare not talk nonsense, and directly tells the cause and effect, because in front of the major guides, lies are no less than looking for death.

"This matter, we know!"

"You have gone forever, but I'm back after all."

"Apart from him, who else can come back retrograde, the future is gone."

"Is it destroyed or reborn? I don't know, I don't know!"

"..."

The voices of the twelve phantoms are incredibly old, but everyone’s voice seems to be cherished. As the twelve oldest pathfinders, they already have insights into the future, but this elusive variable still appears after all. Up.

The first person!

The original preacher!

No one knows what the retrograde will bring?

"Dare to ask you guides, who is he?"

"What should our spirit of the holy world do?"

"Is there a way to fight it?"

The Spirit of the Deathly Sacred World pays a salute, wanting to find a way to deal with the ancient famine? Obviously the twelve guides know its origins, but these twelve origins are extremely ancient and can be traced back to the years before the first generation.

"No!"

"It's a nonsense!"

"Do you want to ruin the world-side system and let the world-side system die forever?"

"The catastrophe is about to rise. The birth and death of the world side system are all in his hands. In the future, he is the only one who can take care of himself."

"..."

The twelve guides said one by one, for his arrival is both definite and inevitable, and it is the one that no one can stop. The birth and death are all in his thought...

Not to mention the spirits of the nine sacred worlds, it is not enough to awaken the strong of the world side system.

"Guards, how should we deal with it?"

The Spirit of the Death Sacred World had a headache, and even the twelve guides did not dare to face that person. It seemed that the Spirit of the Dark Sacred World was dead in vain.

"Death, something should be told to you, today's result is already foreseen."

"The spirits of the nine sacred worlds should have been destroyed, but because of you, only one fell."

"You are in the inexhaustible, unspeakable future, and you have a great cause and effect with him. Because of your relationship, the world side system has not perished today."

"Find him and improve this relationship, no matter what he wants to do? It's up to him."

"Don't interfere with him in anything..."

"Bring this thing to him."

Among the twelve guides, an old figure walked out. If Gu Huang was here, he would find that he was an old dog of fate, and an ancient seal appeared in his hand.

"This...this is the seal of the holy world..."

"Lord Pathfinder, I don't understand!"

"This thing is related to the birth and death of the world side system, and it is also related to countless existing spirits. If this thing is handed over to him, our life and death are not..."

The Spirit of the Death Sacred World didn’t believe it, and his eyes were filled with deep horror. Unexpectedly, the pathfinder would be the seal of the Sacred World...

"Go!"

"No need to ask so many reasons?"

"Some things, he said, are better than what we said."

"Help the poor monk bring him a word, the poor monk is not his enemy."

In the phantom of the Twelve Pathfinders, another thin old monk walked out...

"Right and wrong, cause and effect, this generation will be completely ended."

"Wrong history, wrong future, let him correct it."

"We are the guide, but we made a mistake."

"Tell him, if he is not reconciled and wants to vent his breath, come to the temple!"

The twelve guides walked out again, and there was a Taoist riding a green bull.

"Go! Don't ask so many reasons, some secrets are not for you to listen to."

"When the time comes, you will understand."

Following the manifestation of the last black-clothed young man, waved his hand to push the spirit of the death holy world horizontally, and the temple was quiet again.

"Time! Fate! Infinite years, after all, it is difficult to prevent its return."

"Fate is mysterious, good luck makes people, after all, he still needs him to smooth everything out."

"The third generation! This is the last chance."

"Stop some time for him! Think of it as an atonement."

"good!"

"..."

The phantom of the Twelve Pathfinders disappeared, no one knows where they went? Only a few answers from the dark hall...

Does anyone know what it represents?

The birth and death of the worlds.

Wan Ling's future.

It seems to be reduced to a fixed number today.