I'm Really a Villain!

In the Shenzhou Continent, Baimeng and the Seven-faced Demon will tear apart the void and stand in front of Xu Zimo.

This statue seems to be the ancestor of playing with fire.

The flame is like his arm, waving freely, making it like an arm.

"I seem to know who he is?" Xu Zimo said solemnly.

"Who?" Bai Meng asked.

"Ancient God Zhu Rong," Xu Zimo said word by word.

The old man named San in Weiyang Palace told him before that when the ancient god asked, Zhu Rong's secret art was hidden in Beihai.

Zhu Rong is the god of fire among the ancient gods.

This situation is now very obvious.

"Be careful, this guy is very strong," Baimon said.

"This should not be the real ancient god, but a remnant consciousness," said the Seven-faced Demon General.

A conscious body can make the Great Sage feel pressured.

If the real ancient god is here, how powerful it should be.

None of the existences in the ancient times were simple.

"Death, death, death," this conscious body is like a machine, just executing simple orders.

Without any thinking and clear consciousness.

The flames in this world seemed more irritable, the sea of ​​fire boiled, and the lava burst.

Baimeng stepped into the air, and the majestic devilish energy enveloped him.

The billowing holy power mixed with the magic cloud, was patted with a big palm.

Just hearing a "boom", the entire sea of ​​flames was stirred up with countless waves of air, and the conscious body was annihilated under the clutches of the devil.

Before Baimeng could make another move, he saw a red flame bursting in front of his eyes.

Baimon's figure retreated rapidly.

"The cage of despair," Baimeng waved his hand again, and saw his desperate devilish energy rolling in, turning into a cage and imprisoning Vulcan Zhurong.

"Seven-faced lore," the seven-faced devil will hold a mask, and the mask splits into seven.

Represents the seven emotions of joy, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear, and surprise.

The seven masks were laughing strangely, releasing a sky-high magic energy to surround the conscious body.

"Erase its consciousness," said the Seven Faced Demon General.

Shrouded in holy prestige, the whole world was shrouded in demon energy and covered up.

The seven-faced demon will hold a seven-faced lotus, and the petals of the lotus are withering one by one.

"This guy's consciousness is terrifying," the Seven-faced Demon General said with an embarrassed expression.

As soon as his words fell, the void in front of him collapsed.

Countless pillars of flame rose mightily.

The figures of the three were directly rushed out.

Zhu Rong's consciousness was roaring, the sea of ​​fire was burning, and everything was annihilated by the heat.

"What's going on?" Baimeng looked at the Seven-faced Demon General and asked.

"Its consciousness is like a piece of steel, I can't erase it," the Seven-faced Demon General shook his head gravely.

Even the consciousness of a great saint of the same level, he can subdue it for a short time.

But this conscious body, he can't do anything about it, which makes the seven-faced devil general a little embarrassed.

"Let's retreat first," Baimon said.

Chapter 1161 Conscious body, difficult battle

"What about the old cow?" The Seven-faced Demon General asked.

"If this flame continues to burn, I'm afraid the old cow will not be able to hold on and will be wiped out in ashes."

"Kill," Xu Zimo said concisely without retreating.

"No matter how strong the flame is, don't forget that this is Beihai.

Open that door and bring in the water from the North Sea. I don't believe it can evaporate the entire sea area. "

Bai Meng and Seven Faced Demon General nodded slightly.

This is indeed a method, water and fire are opposite, and the North Sea is so vast.

"I'm going to open the door, you hold it," Baimon said.

When a few people came in, the door was only opened a gap, but now it is blocked by flames, and the sea water from the outside can't get in at all.

Bai Meng stepped forward, with strong demonic energy in his hands, he directly grabbed the two doors and tried to retreat with all his strength.

The conscious body also seemed to have discovered this scene, and rushed to worship and kill him.

"Seven-faced lotus mark," the seven-faced demon will block in front, and the lotus in his hand blooms a huge lotus mark.

Surrounded that body of consciousness.

He made seals with both hands, and hundreds of seals were completed in an instant, and then merged into the lotus.

"I can trap it for a while," said the Seven-Faced Demon General.

He waved his hand again, and his true life contained in the billowing holy power appeared.

That true destiny is a magic lotus.

The lotus has seven petals, which represent different artistic conceptions.

"Damn, this world has suppressed all laws, and we are restricted."

The Seven-faced Demon General said again.

"This guy is using the power of rules," Baimon, who was struggling to open the door, also responded.

The so-called ancient gods, I am afraid they should all be Dao fruit powerhouses.

Under the suppression of the rules, even the great sage was timid and unable to exert his full strength.

Rules are the most powerful force in this world.

There is no such thing as a circle without rules.

As small as a city, as large as a world, rules are everywhere.

Big rules and small rules, like a sharp knife hanging above the head, keep the world running.

If there are no rules, the ugliness of human nature will explode completely, and the world will be corrupted.

That's what rules are about.

The rules of the Dao govern all living beings, and no matter whether it is a law or a mystery, one must bow to it.

Several people have never seen the real ancient god, so naturally they can't imagine how powerful he is.

But the consciousness in front of him cannot be underestimated.

"The magic lotus blooms and devours all magic."

The seven-faced demon general used his body as a lotus, forcibly broke through the shackles of the rules, and trapped the conscious body.

Xu Zimo was about to summon the Real World, but was blocked by Baimeng.

"My lord, the world of your true destiny is the foundation, and it is of great significance. There cannot be any loss."

Baimeng's body surged with devilish energy, and two bodies were separated.

That is the difference between the soul and the body.

His body continued to push the door, and the door had been pushed halfway, but it was still not enough.

The flames here incinerate everything, it is difficult to win by quality, only by quantity.

"Three thousand devils," Baimeng's soul body yelled softly.

A thunderbolt seemed to tear the void in front of him.

Picking up the sun, moon and stars, a dense cloud of magic enveloped the sky above this world.

Baimeng's spirit merged into the magic cloud.

A large cloud of magic seems to be endowed with consciousness.

Three thousand consciousness bodies evolved, falling like meteors, turning into magical meteorites, and falling from the sky.

It all fell on the consciousness of Zhurong Ancient God.

The meteorite pierced through the body of the conscious body, but it was still roaring like it was immortal.

Controlling the flames, it kept hitting the lotus seal.

Baimeng's soul descended from the sky, put his hands on the lotus, and the strong demonic energy poured into it continuously.

"Refining Shakya Hell," Baimeng roared angrily.

I saw that his spirit was constantly gushing out demonic energy, and more and more demonic energy rose into the sky.

Underfoot formed the reflection of hell.

In hell, Yin soldiers cross the border, Huangquan is at the end of the road, and there is an old demon from Sheshan, whose blood flows like a river, and various roars are constantly ringing out.

The screams and strange screams intertwined together.

The hell wrapped up the magic lotus, forming a unique space on the ground.

Baimon's body was at the gate, and the gate had been opened more than half the distance.

The consciousness of the ancient god seemed even more enraged.