I Am the Fated Villain

With a wave, a buzzing sound, there seems to be some kind of rule coming between heaven and earth.

Then, in the horrified eyes of Henry Zhang, Gu Wudi, and others, the 607 peaks, dazes, deep valleys and even some nearby tribes all disappeared in an instant, and this place became a real desert in an instant.

"It's true, true, false, when will we reach that step?" The mountain master shook his head and seemed to sigh.

Henry Zhang and others were shocked and speechless. Could it be that what they saw along the way were all hallucinations, or was it all created by the mountain master?

Then, how terrifying and unfathomable is his realm?

"Let's go."

The mountain master did not intend to explain too much to them, and the space in front of him cracked open and led them into it.

"Where are we going, Lord of the Mountain?" Henry Zhang couldn't help asking, very puzzled, feeling that the Lord of the Mountain didn't say anything to them, and didn't even ask their plans and purposes.

"Go to your clan, don't you want to know the origin of your bloodline?" The Mountain Master replied lightly.

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"Young City Lord, why did he come to this wedding banquet?"

At this moment, in the Luo nationality hall.

The Luo clan's patriarch was also stunned. He didn't know what the young city lord came to the banquet at this time.

How could a small family like the Dao Luo tribe be worthy of Yan Ming's attention, and even come here in person.

"I heard that Ying'er and Yan Ming used to practice in Wandao Academy. They are brothers and sisters. Could it be because of this?"

He guessed so in his heart, but he got up in a hurry and went to greet him outside the hall.

In terms of emotion and reason, the arrival of Yan Ming is something that makes the Luo people flourish.

"Yan Ming, what is he doing here?"

Although Luo Ying's face was hidden under the red hijab, she also heard the voice outside the hall, and she was quite puzzled at the moment, and her brows could not help frowning.

She knew that Yan Ming had once expressed admiration for her, but unfortunately she was rejected.

This gave her a faint feeling of unease in her heart that the wedding might not be so smooth.

At this time, she quietly glanced at Luo Feng beside her in the gap of her red hijab.

At this moment, Luo Feng's state seems a little strange to her, and her eyes are not as stupid and sluggish as before.

On the contrary, it is somewhat agile, and there is even a faint divine brilliance flowing.

Still, it's still a bit confusing.

This made Luo Ying quite curious. Could it be that Luo Feng's stupidity all these years was pretending, or that his stupidity was for another reason.

And the current Luo Feng is indeed very different from the previous Luo Feng.

To be precise, his mind is now in a mess, more of a slight tingling.

It is like a feeling brought about by the shattering of the sea of ​​​​knowledge, and the beginning of the recovery and fusion of many fragmented memories.

It's just because there are too many broken memories, like a crashing torrent, that has caused him to be in a stupid state for more than 20 years.

Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, there is no problem with Luo Feng's soul, and it is difficult for any elixir or holy relic to cure his situation.

It's just because the fusion of memories took too long.

"So my name is Luo Feng now? It seems that after that battle, my soul was indeed broken. I didn't expect that this battle of stealing the sky was still defeated."

At this moment, Luo Feng gently closed his eyes and whispered to himself in his heart.

The scenes of the past twenty years began to flash in his mind, like the passing of thunder, and many lights and shadows swept away, gradually becoming clear.

Many things and many people came to mind one by one, which made him sigh.

Countless years ago, the Upper Realm and the Desolate Realm were smashed into countless pieces due to the destruction of the Eight Thousand States and the collapse of the Asgard.

As the ancestor of the wind, he was an existence who controlled the four supreme rules of earth, water, fire and wind in the fairy palace, and his cultivation base had already surpassed the ordinary fairyland at that time.

Among the four ancestors of Earth, Water, Fire and Wind, he was the only one who survived the catastrophe of the collapse of the Immortal Palace, and the rest died tragically.

Then the huge upper realm was sunk, many territories turned into robbery, and collapsed into countless dust overnight.

It can be said that the catastrophe that destroyed the world almost caused the collapse of the Dao of the entire heaven and the world, and the collapse of the rules of heaven and earth.

Ten thousand immortals perished, and it was even difficult for heaven and earth to withstand the power beyond fairyland. Many fairyland existed and fled to another world of self-reliance.

And because of this opportunity, he was bold and took advantage of the chaos to steal the epoch tree that was almost destroyed in the catastrophe.

Afterwards, they assembled Canxian who had survived by chance, and participated in a so-called battle of stealing the sky together in an attempt to control the entire Upper Realm.

As the name suggests, in this war, they tried to steal the authority of the Heavenly Dao.

Unfortunately, it failed in the end, everyone was injured, and he was almost dead. He only survived and escaped to the barren world that had been separated from the upper world, and named this place the Eight Desolations and Ten Domains.

However, in the battle of stealing the sky, although they failed, they still plundered some of the rules of the heavens and integrated them into the epoch tree that was about to be exhausted, trying to evolve the Eight Desolates and Ten Domains into an upper bound-like system. Highest realm.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the ancestor of the entire Eight Desolations and Ten Regions.

Many memories flashed through Luo Feng's mind, but he gradually calmed down. It seems that the backhand he arranged at the beginning still worked.