I’m Really a Villain

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and the situation was turbulent.

Boundless power gathered together.

The man slowly picked up the soaring lance in his hand, and killed all living beings.

"I have seen the origin of all things,

I have also seen the end of everything.

A beggar knows himself,

Wealth depends on the sky,

literati on ink,

high roller drinking,

Someone shines the cold light of Jiuzhou with a sword,

There are people whose purple air travels a hundred thousand li from the east,

There are monsters looking up to the sky and screaming to swallow half the moon,

There is also the Honkai of the last days before the destruction of the era.

It's a pity that everything can't escape life, old age, sickness and death, and the cycle of cause and effect.

People come naked and leave naked.

My "Magic" is divided into ten forms.

You can be optimistic! "

As the man's voice fell, the soaring lance in his hand shook the wind and clouds in the sky.

"One said: The style of the realm demon.

See the gods in the illusion of no concentration! "

I saw the soaring lance in his hand bursting out with demon energy all over the sky.

The surrounding space is surging, and the displacement changes layer by layer.

The sound of "click, click" echoed around.

The turmoil of the great world is about to rise, and the surrounding space is actually folded in half.

The people at the foot of the mountain of bones were horrified to find out.

Opposite them, there was a scene exactly like them.

Like a reflection in water.

The space in front of them is divided, their opposites appear their reflections.

But what's even weirder is that these reflections seem to be completely real.

They attacked, and the reflections on the opposite side also attacked.

The attacks of the two collided, and the sound of "rumbling" exploded in mid-air.

For a time even top and bottom.

Xu Zimo saw it clearly, this Demonic Form was actually a space-related move.

It's just that this move uses the characteristics of space to the extreme.

It is enough to be false and false, to confuse the false with the real.

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"Second said: The form of the disease.

Karma-ridden people! "

Then I saw blood aura emanating from the soaring lance.

This sky full of blood turned into countless bloodshots.

Every streak of blood is like a cause and effect.

At this moment, blood was surrounding everyone under the mountain peak.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are unavoidable for all living things, and the end point of the final return journey.

At this moment, the disease is entangled, the vitality is stripped, and the dead energy descends.

Xu Zimo was slightly taken aback, this illness was even more domineering.

It ignores all defenses and abruptly deprives others of their lives.

"Three said: The style of the earth demon,

All catastrophe. "

With the soaring lance in the man's hand, it danced down again.

I saw countless dense cracks extending in all directions on the ground.

Earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tsunami waves go.

Hurricane tornadoes, landslides, and mudslides swept through.

The man at this moment is like the embodiment of all disasters.

He is in control of all disasters, and countless disasters swarm in at a glance.

The power of nature carries endless roar.

Xu Zimo knew that this was the power of heaven and earth, and no human could stop it.

Mastering all the power of the world, this is the style of the old devil.

At this moment, the coalition forces and alliances under the ground have been defeated.

The man was fighting alone.

The injuries on his body were getting worse and worse, but he didn't care at all.

"Magic" is divided into ten styles. The man demonstrated it over and over again, and Xu Zimo watched it carefully.

"Fourth: The style of the demon,

Heaven testers.

Five said: the style of human and devil,

The Annihilation of All Things.

Six said: the style of demons,

The essence of wood, stone, animals.

Seven said: The style of Yin Demon,

The chaotic person in the dream.

Eight said: The style of Yang Demon,

Family blockers.

Nine said: the style of ghosts,

Ghosts and ghosts.

Ten said: the style of gods and demons,

The destroyer of heaven and earth. "

When this routine was used, I saw that the world at this moment had already turned Yin and Yang upside down, and the sky was in turmoil.

Endless storms swept across.

The sky was collapsed, the earth was cracked, and everything was silent.

All the surrounding creatures were annihilated and vanished into thin air.

However, the man is still doing it again and again, as if he is tireless.

After an unknown amount of time, Xu Zimo watched the man's evolution.

He only felt that there were many blurred reflections in front of his eyes.

The man's figure shrunk infinitely, and then turned into characters one by one.

These words revealed an extremely strong evil spirit.

Connected together to form a whole new chapter.

This chapter rushed into Xu Zimo's mind and was printed in his memory.

Reflecting the evil spirit of the sky.

Every form leads directly to the profound truth of the Dao, and to the truth on the other side.

Xu Zimo felt that his consciousness had entered darkness.

He evolved these moves in infinite reincarnation.

Straight to the other side of the move, the most thorough penetration of the esoteric meaning.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just a short period of time.

Or perhaps, centuries have passed.

Xu Zimo felt that he had experienced too many different artistic conceptions.

He has been up and down for a long time, drifting in a boundless darkness.

It seems that this man passed on his artistic conception to Xu Zimo to experience.

Xu Zimo's aura fluctuated from strength to strength.

It seems to be going through countless reincarnations.

When he opened his eyes and woke up, he saw that he was lying in a boundless darkness.

The body floats in the dark midair, without direction or destination.

He stood up slowly, only feeling groggy in his head.

A wave of memory was forced in.

This memory is related to the combat technique called "Magic".

This combat skill does not require much skill to use.

The most important thing is enlightenment.

Be able to understand the artistic conception of each move.

The deeper the artistic conception of enlightenment, the greater the power of using it.

Xu Zimo raised his head, putting aside the matter of combat skills for the time being.

Because directly in front of his line of sight, the man stood there calmly as soon as he put on his battle robe.

"You're awake, Demon Lord," the man said calmly.

"Who are you?" Xu Zimo asked with a frown.

"I am the Demon Lord, and you are also the Demon Lord,"

The man said with a smile.

"But strictly speaking, I am I and you are you.

Although we bear the same identity, the same fate.

But we are completely two people.

I don't want to be you, and you don't want to be me. "

"I don't understand," Xu Zimo said shaking his head.

"What you said made my mind even more confused."

"It's no good for you to know too much now," the man said shaking his head.

"You will understand later that there is no malice between us.

Well, you have got what I left you.

I only hope that you in this generation can really overturn everything. "

As the man's voice fell, his figure began to disappear little by little.

"Devil Lord, fate is waiting for you not far away.

break him!

A cage cannot contain a bird whose every feather is full of freedom.

Me then, you now.

Generations of us have struggled.

How about stepping on this piece of sky? "

The man was laughing wantonly, and the laughter echoed in this silent space, making it especially harsh.