I’m Really a Villain

"Originally, I thought I would see you Holy Sons again after the Mandate of Heaven was formed," Xue Zeyuan said with a chuckle.

"But you can try it now, I have heard of your reputation for a long time."

"There's so much nonsense," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.

This Xue Zeyuan is not even as good as Xiang Kunlun, but it is only in the early stage of Shenmai.

It is estimated that after the destiny is formed, with the help of the emperor's line of immortals, they can also enter the peak divine veins to snatch the destiny.

Xu Zimo waved his big hand, and the big hand condensed with majestic aura directly killed Xue Zeyuan.

Xue Zeyuan focused slightly, and saw him slowly raising the mace in his hand.

The mace exudes a sky-high blood light.

The blood light shone around and collided with Xu Zimo's big hand.

In just a moment of effort, the bloody light was suppressed, and the big hand continued to fall.

Xue Zeyuan was a little surprised, and hurriedly stepped aside to hide.

He looked at Xu Zimo solemnly, and waved the mace in his hand again.

At this moment, he saw lines of blood appearing around his mace.

These blood lines are invisible and qualityless, as if they exist in nothingness.

Come around from all sides, wrapping Xu Zimo's whole body.

"Blood stick convicts," Xue Zeyuan shouted angrily.

The mace in his hand carried boundless power, and the barbs on it grew suddenly one by one.

Heavy to kill Xu Zimo.

At the same time, the red thread wrapped around Xu Zimo's body became irritable in an instant.

The red lines were like a maze, leading Xu Zimo's sight into the bloody hell.

"Double attack of soul and body?" Xu Zimo chuckled.

This type of attack is still rare, or very rare.

In his eyes, thunder flickered.

The Divine Eye of Punishment suddenly opened, and streaks of thunder were entangled in it.

Suddenly, the thunder suddenly tore open the bloody hell in front of him. Xu Zimo opened his eyes, only to see that the mace was very close at hand.

He slowly raised his right hand, holding the mace so easily.

No matter how hard Xue Zeyuan tried, it was useless.

Xu Zimo clenched his hands slightly, only to hear a "bang", the mace made of unknown material turned into powder and drifted down.

Xu Zimo's left palm also hit Xue Zeyuan's abdomen.

Hearing a "boom", a blood mist drifted away, and Xue Zeyuan's body flew out heavily.

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The heavy rain completely submerged Xue Zeyuan's body on the ground.

Xu Zimo looked at him calmly, and he felt that the other party was not dead, because his true life had not yet come out.

The next moment, under the burial of the heavy rain, a stream of red air slowly drifted out from Xue Zeyuan's body.

This bloody airflow shrouded down, becoming more majestic and stronger.

Immediately afterwards, it condensed into the shape of a blood-colored skull.

The skull opened its mouth wide, and countless streams of black air flew out from his mouth, nose and mouth.

The black air condensed into hideous faces.

All kinds of faces, including old people, children, women...

These people were all the people Xue Zeyuan had killed before.

Densely packed, accompanied by more and more black air, there may be tens of millions of people.

A burst of laughter suddenly sounded from the rainstorm.

Immediately afterwards, Xue Zeyuan was seen struggling to stand up from the mud.

He was covered in blood, and his abdomen had been severely sunken because of Xu Zimo's palm.

But he still stood up unsteadily, laughing.

Blood seemed to flow out of his mouth desperately.

The whole body is dripping with blood, just like a blood man.

"Happy, really happy," Xue Zeyuan laughed.

As the blood mist became thicker, the power around him became stronger and stronger.

"It's been a long time since I felt pain," he laughed menacingly.

The surrounding blood filled the entire courtyard, and the City Lord's Mansion seemed to be enveloped in it.

That bloody skull should be his true life.

The skull was suspended in mid-air, and countless unjust souls were entwined and terrified around it.

"I heard that the training method of your Blood Underworld Holy Sect is harmful to Tianhe, but I didn't expect it to be so cruel," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.

"People who have died still have their souls detained, and they don't want to let them go."

"The winner and the loser, the weak are just fish on the chopping board," Xue Zeyuan said with a big laugh.

"What? Are you scared?

Don't worry, you will be one of them later. "

"You really think you can win?" Xu Zimo chuckled.

"Chongyin reverses the ghost method," Xue Zeyuan shouted angrily.

I saw that countless remnant souls were devouring each other and fighting each other. In the blink of an eye, only the last remnant soul remained.

This remnant soul is the most essence, it devours other souls and becomes the most powerful one.

Immediately afterwards, the skull on the top of Xue Zeyuan's head opened its mouth wide, swallowing the last remnant soul directly.

The moment it was swallowed, the momentum of the skull soared.

Blood mist gradually rose around, covering the entire City Lord's Mansion.

A blood-curdling scream began to be heard through the fog of blood.

One, two, three countless walking corpses came out of the blood mist.

Some servants of the City Lord's Mansion didn't notice, and were directly torn in half by these walking corpses.

Xu Zimo frowned slightly, and with a slash of the knife, the walking corpses were torn apart by the sword's energy and sword light.

But they seem to be immortal, even if there is only one head left, they can still attack independently.

With more and more walking dead appearing, they seem to be endless, and they cannot be killed at all.

"What to do, Holy Son," Feng Tianhe said anxiously from the side.

"We're lost inside. If this continues, I'm afraid the entire mansion will be destroyed."

Xu Zimo raised his head slightly. It doesn't look like a formation here, but there seems to be some kind of pattern.

"You will die exhausted in my endless blood prison," a loud laugh came from the mist.

Laughter spread everywhere, and it was impossible to tell where the source was.

"That's interesting," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.

He closed his eyes and used his spirit to spread out.

However, in the picture sent back by the soul, it was all blood red, as if it was boundless.

"No matter what it is, in the face of absolute power, it's just in vain."

Xu Zimo shook his head.

He slowly pulled out Ba Ying, and the sky filled with saber energy hovered in mid-air.

Behind him is the ancient blue dragon hovering in the rear, which is the seventh transformation of the Nine Transformations of the God of War.

Immediately afterwards, the blue dragon began to transform, and there was nothingness behind him.

A step paved with bluestone, with an ethereal and dusty aura.

"Eight Changes in the Qingyun," accompanied by Xu Zimo chopping Ba Ying down.

Asked about the sixteen-style burial sky also appeared.

A soaring sword burst out, destroying the entire Hengyu.

The blood-colored mist was forcibly torn apart, and the space flowed turbulently.

The phantom of the skull appeared in it.