I’m Really a Villain

When Xu Zimo walked into the stele, he saw that group of people immediately stepped forward to block the front.

"This road is blocked, please detour."

"Since you're here, do you want to go and have a look?" The God Emperor ignored those people, turned to look at Xu Zimo and asked.

Xu Zimo looked into the distance, and the collapsed mountain seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, and he could feel the powerful power contained in it.

"Go and have a look," Xu Zimo nodded.

"Hey, two, didn't you hear what I said?" The leader of the group said coldly.

"One more step forward, and you will die."

"Get out or die, you choose," the God Emperor said lightly.

The group of people sneered, and the leader drew his sword and slashed at the God Emperor.

The God Emperor glanced at the group of people indifferently, only to hear a "boom", and an explosion occurred in front of him.

The front was directly razed to the ground, and everything was wiped out.

The two stepped forward.

The further he walked, the more Xu Zimo could feel that there was a special force that seemed to center on the mountain and radiate to the surroundings.

All the flowers, plants and trees that absorbed this power grew very vigorously.

"This power is very strange," Xu Zimo said.

"Well, I've never been in touch," said the God Emperor, nodding.

The two walked straight ahead, walked for about a few minutes, and finally came to the foot of the mountain.

Only then did Xu Zimo realize that several waves of people had gathered here.

That day, the old man from the Daoist Academy had arrived with a few students, and was occupying a rock, sitting cross-legged and closing his eyes to rest his mind.

The position on the left is also a group of old men and a group of young men and women. Looking at each other's attire and clothing, Xu Zimo guessed that it should belong to Changhe Xianzong.

As for the far right, there is an old man sitting with a very strong aura, with nine levels of divine veins, and Xu Zimo estimates that the other party has at least five levels of divine veins.

These people present, apart from the younger generation, except for those immortal ancestors who can't be seen in the world, they should all be the peak combat power of their respective sects.

Divine pulse state, this is already the highest state that the world can touch.

From ordinary people to immortals, the process of this process is invisible to ordinary people.

Just the Divine Pulse Realm is an existence that most people can't even hope to reach in their lifetime.

Because the people of the great emperors and immortal sects all wore the costumes of their respective sects, Xu Zimo probably could still recognize them.

But there are about a dozen other casual cultivators nearby, and Xu Zimo is a stranger.

Unlike the people of the Immortal Sect of Emperor Lineage, most casual cultivators will venture into secret realms wherever there are secret realms.

After all, they need to obtain the materials for their cultivation by themselves, but there is no force to train them.

The arrival of Xu Zimo also attracted the attention of these people.

When everyone's eyes were on Xu Zimo, Xu Zimo could feel the slight pressure contained in it.

He knew that these people were demonstrating.

"Haven't you seen a handsome man? Come if you want to fight, and get out if you don't fight," Xu Zimo said lightly.

As soon as the words were finished, an old casual cultivator beside him chuckled.

The old man had a mouthful of yellow teeth and carried a gourd on his back. He bared his teeth and said with a chuckle, "Is the little boy quite tempered and short-tempered?"

"Kill him," Xu Zimo said lightly.

The God Emperor stretched out his hand, slowly raised his right hand and directly suppressed it.

At this moment, the palm of his hand is like a firm and indomitable mountain, stalwart and majestic, incomparable.

The old man's power in the realm of divine veins was surging, watching the moment when the palm of his hand suppressed it.

Maybe the other people beside him didn't feel that strongly, but he was almost scared out of his wits.

The pressure made him unable to even move, the spiritual energy in his body was running slowly, and the blood seemed to be frozen.

It was as if his body was being pressed against a mountain, and it was so heavy that it was difficult for him to breathe.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, keeping the pain and reaction nerves in his body.

The tip of the bitten tongue was almost broken, and blood flowed out.

It was just now that my mind became clearer, and I only heard him yell, "Gourd."

The gourd hanging on the waist suddenly soared into the sky, and directly burst into multicolored glow.

While flying towards the big hand of a god emperor, the glow wrapped around the old man and fled to the side.

Just hearing the sound of "boom", the moment Xiaguang touched the palm of the god emperor, it was directly annihilated without holding on for even a second.

But fortunately, the old man was wrapped in the gourd and broke the space, breaking into the space and wanting to escape.

The God Emperor frowned slightly, and flicked his right finger, only to hear a "bang".

The surrounding space was completely blocked, and the old man's body was forced to be directly expelled from the space.

"The younger generation deserves to die, I don't know the senior is here, please spare me.

The younger generation deserves to die," said the gourd old man, who fell to the ground, knelt down, bowed his head and begged for mercy.

"This gourd is quite interesting," said the God Emperor indifferently.

"This gourd is produced by the immortal vine, it blooms every two thousand years and bears fruit every three thousand years.

There will only be one like this in five thousand years, and the younger generation will worship this gourd for thousands of years before it becomes their own magic weapon.

If the senior likes it, the junior will give it to the senior," the old man quickly put the gourd in front of him without saying a word.

But when he looked at the gourd, the old man's face was horrified.

His hands trembled slightly, and he saw that there were countless cracks on the surface of the gourd, which might break at any time.

What this gourd exists, the old man knows better than anyone else.

It is no exaggeration to say that even an immortal expert cannot crack this gourd.

Now, the other party didn't even touch the gourd, just annihilating the colorful streamer would cause such damage.

He raised his head and swallowed hard.

"What kind of existence is this stepping horse!"

The old man wanted to cry but had no tears, so he could only keep begging for mercy on the ground.

"My lord, kill or let go?" the God Emperor looked at Xu Zimo and asked.

"Tell me about the situation here," Xu Zimo asked.

The old man raised his head, only to realize that the person in charge turned out to be this ordinary young man in front of him.

"Yes, my lord," the old man replied hastily.

After a very detailed explanation, Xu Zimo finally understood.

According to the news that the old man got, the ruins here are not ordinary ruins.

Most likely from a place before the age of mythology.

It is said that Hua Yuanzong's people once dug a spar here, and this spar was proved to have been lost in the Manghuang era.

It was already before the more ancient mythological era, when the Yuanyang Continent existed before one-fifth of the time.

Regarding this rumor, some people believe it, and some people don't believe it, but many people still hold the temptation in their hearts and are ready to come and have a look.

Now the remnant land has not yet been opened, and everyone is waiting. According to Hua Yuanzong's people, the relic land will be officially opened on the night of the full moon three days later.

Leaving aside the conversation between Xu Zimo and the old man, all the people around who were watching the game were stunned.