I'm Really a Villain!

"I seem to have heard this word somewhere."

"Where is it?" Xu Zimo asked hastily.

"I remember," Feng Immortal opened his eyes and nodded quickly in reply.

"The old Yang head of the college once told me."

"Old Yang?" Xu Zimo frowned slightly.

"It's an old man from the Seventh Seminary. I heard that he has a long lifespan. Anyway, he's quite a strange person," Feng Immortal replied.

"Then is he still in the academy?" Xu Zimo asked.

"I left a long time ago, and the stories he told me about the ancient gods were still in the stories he told me when I was young.

But I can't remember that story clearly," Feng Immortal said.

"That's a pity," Xu Zimo replied after being silent for a while.

"I remember that he seems to have left a miscellaneous book, and I'll get it for you when the time comes, maybe it will be helpful," Feng Immortal said.

Xu Zimo nodded slightly

While the few people were talking, the spatial coordinates around them began to change.

That space fluctuates, and it gets bigger and bigger.

Everyone's bodies shook immediately.

"Stand firm, everyone, it's almost here," Feng Immortal replied.

He stood at the forefront, and with a wave of his hands, a hole was opened in the void, and the powerful suction directly swallowed everyone in.

When the sight in front of them brightened, everyone had landed on a mountain peak.

There was a gentle breeze, and more than a dozen people stood still on the mountain peak.

Xu Zimo looked ahead, and saw that Wuhai Ya was the same as the mountain where Nine Ghost Academy was located.

They are all shrouded in clouds and mist, full of fairy spirit.

Like a fairy forest, there are dozens of strange peaks all around.

But it's a pity that the plants here are also ghost trees, or plants that don't need the sun to survive.

"Wu Haiya," Xu Zimo murmured to himself.

Feng Immortal pointed to the highest peak among the thousand peaks, and said: "That is the main courtyard, Mr. Xu will come up with me."

Everyone stepped up into the air, as if they were stepping on fairy mist.

The robes fluttered with the wind, and within a step of thousands of miles, the figures of the crowd landed on the peak of the main courtyard.

"Chang He, you all go down," Feng Immortal waved his hand, and dispersed the other white-robed men.

Xu Zimo stood in front of the main courtyard, looking ahead.

Here and Nine Ghost Academy are completely two extremes.

There are ghosts and mist, mainly weird and impermanent.

And these seven theological colleges are mainly based on divine power, and they are extremely majestic.

In the large courtyard ahead, red Optimus Primes rose towards the sky.

Full of prestige.

Above the group of buildings, statues of gods are placed one after another, watching everyone with great power.

Rows of city walls are like screens, depicting the grand scene of the gods.

From the courtyard forward, there are trees exuding divinity.

They seem to be sane, waving their branches.

"Let's go directly to the academy," Feng Immortal said.

"Lao Yang left the books in the academy all the time."

Xu Zimo nodded.

The two walked through the gate, and the sight ahead widened, and the road extended in all directions.

Walk into the boulevard on the left, there is another old courtyard gate.

There are two statues of saints at the door. They are dressed in Confucian robes and hold a book in their hands.

Stepping into the academy, students in Confucian robes can be seen everywhere.

When they see Feng Immortal, they will take the initiative to greet him.

In the Library Pavilion right in front, there are thousands of blue books neatly arranged.

Feng Immortal went directly to the second floor, put the jade tablet in his arms on the stairs, and all the passages were opened.

The two went all the way to the highest nine floors.

Feng Immortal just took out a book box from a dusty cabinet.

It was covered with dust.

"If you don't mention it, I will almost forget the existence of this book," Feng Immortal said.

"I've read it before, but it's just a miscellaneous book, nothing worth paying attention to."

He handed the book to Xu Zimo and said, "Then read it slowly, and I won't bother you."

Chapter 1206 Seven, the mysterious old man, a lesson

Xu Zimo nodded slightly, indicating that Feng Immortal could leave.

He slowly opened the wooden box in front of him, the dust was flying, and with a "creak", the dust-covered sound was opened along with the box.

When I saw it, there was a very thick book inside.

The cover of this book is like hard board and steel.

On the black cover were written "Ghosts and Gods Fu" in large characters.

Xu Zimo opened the book and began to read it seriously.

This top floor is very quiet, few people come inside, it is naturally full of dust.

Next to it are windows, through which the black afterglow shines.

After a long time, the sky in the Seven Seminaries was completely dark, and Xu Zimo let out a long sigh of relief.

He closed the book and frowned slightly.

The content in this book is indeed just a miscellaneous book as Feng Immortal said.

It involves a lot, and the scope is so vast that it almost covers everything in the entire Ghost God Realm.

But these things are irrelevant.

It seems that the person who wrote the book deliberately concealed something, and many things came to an abrupt end at the most critical moment.

"What the hell is this?" Xu Zimo muttered to himself.

He looked down at the book, thought for a while, and finally frowned suddenly.

Look at this steely cover.

He broke it hard with both hands, and abruptly split the cover in two.

And on this cover, a piece of gold paper suddenly appeared.

Before Xu Zimo could move again, the golden paper suddenly burst into golden light.

The brilliance of light illuminated the entire Library Pavilion.

"Seven," a number murmured in a low voice.

The sound seemed to come from the primordial world, spread out in the ancient world, and reached Xu Zimo's ears hundreds of millions of miles away.

Immediately, a phantom appeared on the golden paper.

The phantom is like pixels, you can't see anything clearly, and you can vaguely see that it is a person.

"Long time no see," the phantom looked at Xu Zimo and greeted with a smile.

"You are...Old Yangtou?" Xu Zimo asked suspiciously.

"Lao Yangtou is just a name. To be precise, my name is Qi," Xu Ying explained.

"Seven?" Xu Zimo frowned slightly.

He suddenly remembered another old man he met in Weiyang Palace who called himself "Three".

"Could you be an organization," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

"You can also understand it this way, all living beings are one," the phantom named Qi replied.

"Did you show up?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Should you have something to do with me?" Xu Ying asked back.

"I heard from Dean Feng that you know about the ancient gods," Xu Zimo replied.

"Old God, I do know one, the wood god Jumang."

The phantom old man smiled and said: "You are looking for his inheritance."

"Can you tell me the location?" Xu Zimo asked.

"This is not a top-secret matter. In the forbidden area of ​​the Ghost and God Realm, there was a day of Huacheng.

This used to be the hometown of Jumang. This city is often dominated by giant spirit trees and phoenix trees.

It is a city formed by the agglomeration of big trees in the sky. "

The elder phantom replied: "Even if you went to Huacheng that day, you still couldn't find Jumang's inheritance.

There is a labyrinth, built with the twenty-four directions of the week, and there is no absolute core of the formation.