I’m Really a Villain

Seeing the shattered mirror, Ji Yunzhou's face was a little embarrassed.

This is a void mirror that can project pictures from thousands of miles away into the mirror.

Xu Zimo gave him a strong sense of crisis, but he couldn't see through him at all.

Ji Jiucheng is the most suitable choice for competing for the destiny in this era of the dynasty.

There can be no accidents in this, so he must try his best to remove all obstacles along the way.

For this reason, even if he did not hesitate to offend Zhenwu Shengzong, he sent people to chase and kill Xu Zimo.

But now, he has a bad feeling in his heart.

…………

In the ancient path of the scorching sun, the man in black couldn't see his expression clearly under the mask.

Dressed in black, his aura is slightly cold.

"Die in pain while playing, and your life will end with sorrow and joy."

The man in black slowly picked up the flute in his hand and began to play it.

The moment the flute sounded again, Xu Zimo felt something was wrong.

The sound of the flute carried a distinctive force, and Xu Zimo felt that the aura in his body began to become disordered.

Some rioted, along the blood vessels and meridians, as if to explode his whole body.

The sound of the flute has a different magic power, accompanied by the aura of the man in black.

His direct attack is the offensive of the violent storm.

The real life appeared behind him, and it was also a long flute with condensed spiritual energy.

At this moment, with the sound of the flute spreading around, the big trees on both sides couldn't bear the pressure.

Burst directly from the center of the trunk.

A flying bird exploded in the distance, flying flesh and blood.

The sound of the flute became more and more passionate and high-pitched.

Finally, when the sound of the flute came to Xu Zimo from all directions.

Xu Zimo felt that his blood was like a long river flowing upstream, and the blood vessels on the surface of the skin were so obvious that they exploded.

He raised his head slightly and smiled.

Slowly pulling up the Ba Ying behind him, it is not that he has never fought against a strong man in the Divine Pulse Realm.

Ba Ying in his hand was whistling softly.

Wanzhang's sword intent burst out from Ba Ying, and Xu Zimo was seen stepping into the air.

Holding the knife in both hands, he raised it high above his head, and chopped it down with force.

The surrounding space was split into an avenue, and a saber energy like a moat "rumbled" down from the sky.

Seeing this scene, the man in black did not dodge or evade, and was still playing the long flute in his hand seriously.

The sound of the flute seemed to condense countless streams of saber energy, which collided with Xu Zimo's saber energy.

There was another "boom" explosion.

In the middle of the two, the ground under their feet burst into a very wide crack.

The man in black gave Xu Zimo a surprised look.

Unexpectedly, after the other party dispelled his flute, he still had the strength to fight back.

"You seem to be far behind!"

Xu Zimo closed his eyes slightly, wisps of space power permeated his whole body.

I saw his right hand swipe in mid-air.

"One of the ten styles of "Magic", the style of the realm demon."

This is the first time he has used this pulse technique.

As his right hand fell, the space in front of him gave people a sense of confusion.

It seems like nothing has changed, and it seems like nothing is right.

As the man in black played the flute again, the same flute came out from Xu Zimo as the center.

The two flutes collided together, and no one could do anything to the other.

"Space folding, or what?" the man in black said solemnly.

He looked at Xu Zimo and put his hands on the space in front of him.

Obviously with the naked eye, the distance between the two is less than ten meters.

But he really felt that the two seemed to be in different latitudes.

He didn't believe it.

He blew the long flute in his hand again, this time with a different flute sound.

It's a pity that no matter how he plays, the same voice will come from the opposite side.

…………

"Your way of space is so powerful," the man in black said solemnly.

He knew that the space around him was folded in half like a mirror.

No matter what kind of attack you make, the opponent will always use the same attack.

Xu Zimo doesn't even need to use his hands, this is one of the functions of space mysteries.

But to achieve this, the understanding and use of space must almost reach an unimaginable level.

After all, his flute sound was not an ordinary attack, and it was not so easy to reflect it.

And to destroy this move, one must use absolute strength to shatter this folded space.

The man in black tried it just now, at least he doesn't have this kind of power.

At least you have to become a fairy to get through the ninth vein door.

This also means that Xu Zimo is already invincible.

"No wonder you are so confident," the man in black snorted coldly, and said lightly.

"You are wrong, the power of space is not the reason why I am confident," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.

With a wave of his hand, another different air flow diffused from his right hand.

The second of the ten forms of "Magic" is the form of the disease!

This air flow is similar to dead air, but the power contained in it is tens of thousands of times that of dead air.

Because it can ignore all defenses and strengths, directly depriving lives.

"What is this?" The man in black screamed, trying to escape.

But the surrounding space was directly suppressed by Xu Zimo.

As soon as he broke through the void, he was hit on the back by the gray air current.

When the air current hit him, the man in black's face became flustered.

The pure black mask on his face broke into two halves from the middle with a "click".

What came into view was a hazy face.

This is a middle-aged man with a very ordinary appearance, perhaps he belongs to the kind of character that is not noticed in the crowd.

"What did you do?" the man in black exclaimed.

"You'll know right away," Xu Zimo replied with a faint smile.

As the black air flowed into the body, the whole body of the man in black froze in place.

His face went from normal to sallow, then pale again.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the wrinkles on his face getting bigger and bigger, and his appearance slowly getting older.

From a middle-aged man to an uncle, it didn't take long before he became a senile old man.

"What's wrong with me?" The man in black yelled in horror.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

"You should be honored to be the first person to die under my trick," Xu Zimo looked at the series of changes indifferently.

The men in black's skin is getting worse and older.

The power of life was quickly drawn.

In the end, he fell to the ground with dull eyes, turning into a corpse.

Then the bones rotted and became a pile of white bones.

The white bones dissipated and became ashes floating in the air.

"This move is really domineering," Xu Zimo said to himself with some satisfaction.

Forcibly extracting life force, but with his current grasp and strength, it should be useless to the strong immortal.

He glanced in the direction of Fengqi Empire behind him, and finally sat on the dark Tianhu again, heading for Fengtian City.