I’m Really a Villain

"Bai Meng, have you ever heard of magic?" Xu Zimo asked Bai Meng on the way to the Black Demon Temple.

"Your Majesty may not know much about the situation of our Demon Race now. In fact, there is no peace within our Demon Race," Baimeng said.

"The demon clan you rule is the most powerful and mainstream demon clan, but there are still a small number of demons gathered.

For their own strength, they practiced forbidden techniques and practiced magic. "

"Is it taboo to enter magic?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Yes, this kind of exercise is not to comprehend and absorb the aura of heaven and earth, but to let others practice it, and then absorb all the results of others' practice."

Bai Meng explained: "The exercises are divided into two chapters, and I'm afraid the ones obtained by the Black Demon Temple are the sub-chapters."

"Are there any other demons in this world?" Xu Zimo asked with narrowed eyes.

"There should be. Although our main force is in the ancient magic cave, it is inevitable that some will slip through the net," Baimeng said.

"Since the demon this time is related to magic, it is likely to be an enemy rather than a friend. The Lord had better have a plan."

"I see," Xu Zimo nodded and asked.

"The so-called patriarch of the Black Demon Temple, have you heard of the world he went to?"

"I'm not sure, since the Zeozer era was destroyed, I don't know much about this new era," Baimon said, shaking his head.

"But the era is very big, and it is not surprising that there are other worlds."

The speed of the two was very fast, almost half an hour, and they had already arrived at the Black Demon Temple again.

At this time, the view of the black demon is full of bleakness.

After passing through many halls and aisles, Xu Zimo came to the deserted back mountain.

The back mountain is not considered vast, it is overgrown with weeds and entwined with various vines, and no one has been here for a long time.

Xu Zimo was walking in the bushes, while Baimeng was feeling with his eyes slightly closed.

After a long time, he raised his head and said, "There was indeed a demonic energy, although he hid it very secretly."

"Can you find the location?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Inside," Baimeng took the lead to walk deep into the back mountain.

The more he walked in, Xu Zimo found that the surrounding vegetation began to wither, and more and more withered.

You must know that it is spring now, and logically speaking, this is very abnormal.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the two finally came to a cave.

The inside of the cave is dark and indistinct, and the outside is like an upside-down bowl, surrounded by rocks.

There was a faint sound of dripping water coming from inside.

"It's here," Baimon said.

"He hides very deeply, and I can't detect anything else."

"Then go in and have a look," Xu Zimo said.

The two walked into the cave. Although it was extremely dark inside, with their cultivation base, the darkness could no longer cover their eyes.

The cave was created artificially, but because of its age, it is not much different from the natural one.

In the crevices of the rocks inside, there are still water droplets falling continuously.

The cave was not too deep, and after a few minutes of walking, the narrow passage in front of it began to become wider.

At the end is a hall.

On the walls around the hall, at intervals, there is a ghost head, with blue flames blazing from the eyes of the head.

The flames drove away the darkness of the entire hall a lot.

Only then did Xu Zimo start to look around the hall. Because it had been dusty for many years, it was covered with spider webs.

In the center of the hall, there is a deep pit the size of a pool.

The black water in the pit was tumbling, as if it had been boiled by a raging fire, and there were many small bubbles on it.

With the black pool water as the center, a large pentagram star array is arranged around it.

The five corners of the pentagram are five different colors.

Red, yellow, green, blue, gold.

And in the center of the pentagram, the blank space is completely occupied by black.

Apart from these things, there is almost nothing unusual about this hall,

Xu Zimo slowly came to the inside of the black pool. In this pool, he felt a strong demonic energy.

And it's not just magic energy, it's also mixed with many other forces.

"The demon is healing," Baimeng said after looking at it for a while.

"Then he probably won't leave here," Xu Zimo chuckled, then stood up.

Looking around the hall, he closed his eyes and began to sense.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Xu Zimo to sense fluctuations in the void.

Although it is very subtle, it is almost certain that it is a space node.

The so-called spatial nodes can also be understood as spatial coordinates.

Traveling from one space to another requires such node coordinates.

"Go in and have a look," Xu Zimo said to Bai Meng.

The two of them tore open the space in front of them with their hands, and the figures shuttled in directly.

Xu Zimo could feel the squeeze coming from the void, he tracked the space coordinates, and went straight to the other side of the space.

The distance between these two spaces is not very far, about ten minutes later, Xu Zimo found a spot of light directly in front of him.

The figures of the two people directly disappeared into the light spot.

Immediately afterwards, the sight in front of him changed, and the two were in another world.

This is a small world, surrounded by nothingness, and there is only a high mountain in front of it.

There are no plants on the high mountain, just standing bare and lonely between the sky and the earth.

From the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the high mountain is not considered huge, but the magic energy on the top of the mountain is billowing, spreading this world.

The mighty devilish energy is centered on the top of the mountain and is constantly penetrating outward.

"Let's go, let's see who this is," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

The two rushed up to the top of the mountain, almost taking only a few breaths.

On the top of the mountain, a gust of wind whizzed by, and a figure was standing in the majestic magic energy, as if he was practicing.

When Xu Zimo and the two came up, that figure also slowly turned his head.

The demonic energy around him became stronger and stronger.

This is an old man, as thin as a bone, a skinny old man.

There is almost no flesh on the face, it is all skin and bones.

His eyes were deeply sunken, and he looked at the two of them with a faint horror.

Wearing a black robe, holding a wand in his hand.

The tip of this wand is blue, as crystal clear as a spar.

"Hello," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

"Who are you?" The old man asked hoarsely.

"The Eighteen Tribes of the Demon Race, which tribe do you belong to?" Baimeng asked lightly.

"Eighteen tribes, such an ancient memory, since the demons were sealed, I don't remember the tribes anymore," said the old man shaking his head.

"My current name is Mo Thirteen.

You came just in time, and the breath on your body makes my heart move. "

Baimon snorted coldly, raised his right hand, and directly suppressed the old man.