I’m Really a Villain

The flying sedan carried Xu Zimo back to the ancient city again.

The ancient city is still as prosperous as before, Xu Zimo wants to go to the so-called immortal ruins before leaving.

Maybe there will be some unexpected gains.

"Go wait in the inn, I have something to do," Xu Zimo said to Jiuyou.

"Can't you take me with you?" Jiuyou asked.

"You can't go to the core of the Xiandao ruins," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.

Jiuyou had no choice but to nod and went back to the inn. She knew that Xu Zimo didn't want to get involved in some things.

After parting with Jiuyou, Xu Zimo went alone to the site of the Immortal Dao.

The Xiandao site is located in Nancheng District, and it is also one of the famous places in this ancient city.

There have been rumors among the residents of Wangu City for many years about the relevant events of the great war that year.

It is said that in the world outside Xiandao Bridge, the leader led people to invade and occupy the Eternal Continent.

The Eternal God King risked his life to seal the crack, and finally fought against the remaining people in the Eternal City.

All the god kings in the entire Eternal Continent gathered together, and the battle was so dark that the sun and the moon faded.

In the end, the leader "Qiong Qi" was beheaded here, and his subordinates were also wiped out in sevens and eights.

Afterwards, people rebuilt the ancient city, and divided the core area of ​​the most tragic war into Nancheng District.

Because the fierce intention of Qiongqi in the core is too strong, it cannot be rebuilt at all.

People can only hope that these vicious thoughts will gradually die down as time goes by.

Just as Xu Zimo walked into Nancheng District, he suddenly ran into someone head-on.

When this man approached Xu Zimo, his eyes suddenly flashed fiercely, and he directly picked up a sharp knife and killed Xu Zimo.

Xu Zimo frowned slightly, and slapped the man away.

The man's body slammed into the wall beside him heavily, bloody and bloody, unable to move.

"The remnants of the past?" Xu Zimo frowned slightly.

"This action is really fast. I didn't even have time to go to the ruins of the immortal way, so I was staring at me."

After killing the attacker, Xu Zimo had just walked a few steps.

There was a sound of "boom", and the heavy gate of Nancheng District was slowly closed behind him.

Originally directly ahead, on the main street of Nancheng District, the bustling street crowd suddenly became quiet.

"Puff puff puff..." The sound of countless swords entering the body instantly resounded throughout the street.

A group of people took off their coats, revealing the red gowns they were wearing underneath.

At a glance, there are almost thousands of these people in red gowns, and the entire street is densely occupied.

And those innocent passers-by were stabbed into their bodies by unsuspecting long knives and killed directly.

In an instant, the bustling street was thrown into chaos, and the surviving passers-by rushed to the shops on both sides, trying to hide.

And those people in red shirts didn't care, because their goal from the beginning was Xu Zimo.

When everyone fled, only the red shirts were left in the whole street.

A large group of people in red shirts rushed over from all around, surrounding Xu Zimo three layers in and out.

The leader was an old man, wearing a bright red robe with a swirl symbol printed on his chest.

Although the old man is old, he is full of energy and radiant.

He has a pair of eagle eyes, a hooked nose, and his gaze gives people a strong sense of oppression.

A faint holy power permeates from the whole body.

"Boy, hand over the key," the leading old man said in a low voice.

"You won't let me go if you don't, so why give it to you," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

"You offer the key, and I allow you to join our Qiwei Cult," the leading old man pondered for a while.

Said: "I only give you ten breaths of time to think about it, if you don't pay it, you will die."

"It seems that the Eternal God King underestimated you. He thought you were hiding in the Eternal City, but he never expected that you have already eroded a city," Xu Zimo said.

"If you give it some more time, I'm afraid the entire Eternal City will be turned upside down by you."

"Boy, you people in the Eternal Continent are just frogs in a well, and you have never seen how big this world is,"

The leading old man said coldly: "There are only a few god kings, and not many people can achieve it in a lifetime.

But if we are afraid of teaching, when we return to the bishop in the future, you people can have a bright future, why don't you plan great things with us. "

"Let's forget it, your boss is dead here, and you, a little saint, dare to say such wild words as a frog in a well," Xu Zimo shook his head and sneered.

The leading old man frowned, waved his right hand slightly, and said lightly, "Kill him."

Hearing the order, all the people in red shirts around were bee chrysalis to kill Xu Zimo.

Xu Zimo raised his head and looked into the distance. At the end of the main street, in that empty square, was the end of the Xiandao ruins.

He walked towards the end of the street step by step, turning a blind eye to the thousands of people crowded around him.

Noisy roars and shouts of killing resounded all around.

Xu Zimo walked forward step by step, and the majestic power around him began to gather.

Every time he took a step, the momentum on his body became stronger, and the sense of oppression became stronger and stronger.

The wind was blowing, and a vortex of spiritual energy condensed under Xu Zimo's feet.

The closer you get to Xu Zimo, the stronger the gravity of the people around you will feel, and your movements will be very slow.

Xu Zimo slowly raised his right hand, and dozens of people around him flew out like this.

As he stepped forward, his eyes were calm without any fluctuations, and his body did not hesitate.

As he walked step by step, dozens of people flew out around him from time to time.

But those people didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

"Booming" explosions and screams sounded one after another in the street, and the rare sunshine in autumn shone in the air.

The golden light sprinkled on the earth, and sprinkled on the fallen corpses.

When Xu Zimo walked through this street and stood in the square at the other end, the street was already covered with corpses behind him.

The ruins were ruined, and the corpses were piled up as high as a hill.

Right in front, the only person standing was the leading red-robed old man.

Seeing Xu Zimo walking step by step, under the noon sun, drops of sweat oozed from his forehead at some point.

As Xu Zimo's figure got closer and closer, the old man seemed to be unable to bear the pressure.

The reddish spiritual energy in the right hand was lingering, and the right fist was clenched tightly, and he punched Xu Zimo directly.

On this right fist, the spiritual energy rides the wind and waves, tearing apart the space in front of him, and one can faintly see that red spiritual energy seems to be brewing something.

Xu Zimo smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the old man's right fist.