I'm Really a Villain!

The seven people fought in mid-air, the sky collapsed, the sky was dark, and the wind and clouds in the sky stirred up the air waves in the sky.

The sound of "rumbling" explosions resounded for a radius of hundreds of miles.

Those who were unclear about the situation looked up.

He could actually see that half of the sky was cracked, like a spider web full of cracks.

The sky was about to collapse, and it was like thunder was exploding in the eardrums.

The changes in the entire world were seen by others, enough to imagine the brutality of this battle.

The only pity is that the central position of the battle is blocked by a wave of pure devilish energy.

No one knows what happened inside.

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Although there are five strong men who have entered the fairyland in the old land, they can't take advantage of it for a while.

The main reason is that the level of immortality of the ancestor Futian is too high. He alone is more than enough to deal with four strong immortals.

Xu Zimo squinted slightly to watch the changes in the field.

The strength of Patriarch Futian really exceeded his expectations.

This also proves the saying "The journey of martial arts is difficult,

Difficult as climbing the blue sky,

One step at a time. "

Even if it is a small realm in the later stage, there is a world of difference.

Patriarch Futian slapped it with his palm, and the surrounding space that had just been restored instantly shattered.

His figure receded slightly, and the celestial power around him became even more majestic.

Staring at Xu Zimo, he said lightly: "Your Excellency, things are going well today.

If you just retreat, we don't have to pursue it, how about it? "

"You can use whatever cards you have. Since I'm here, there's no reason to leave."

Xu Zimo shook his head and replied.

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of Patriarch Futian, and he slowly took out a painting from the ring.

He unfolded the painting with a solemn expression.

This painting shows a man, to be precise, it should be the back of a man.

He wears golden robes and has short hair.

It feels particularly ethereal and dusty.

The moment the painting was opened, a wave of imperial prestige soared into the sky.

At this moment, no matter what kind of person or how powerful Xianwei was, they were all suppressed.

As if that Diwei is the master of everything,

The situation in the sky changed suddenly, and the emperor's prestige soared into the sky.

People in the entire Sanhua domain can feel the oppression that belongs to the emperor.

This oppression surrounds everyone's hearts, and the world seems to be looking back at the past scenes before their eyes.

It seems that the road to become an emperor that will be exhausted and step into the sky is still whispering.

The man in the portrait seemed to come alive, turning his head slowly.

At that moment, the sky was shattering, and the wind and clouds were roaring.

That face was clearly visible, but for some reason, everyone felt that their eyes were covered by a layer of mist.

It's indescribable and unpredictable, very weird.

……

"This is the portrait of Patriarch Jue Tian," the senior officials of Jue Tian Sect said excitedly.

They all knelt down and shouted the name of Great Emperor Juetian.

"Before Patriarch Juetian ascended, he personally painted a self-portrait and gave it to Patriarch Juetian."

The high-level executive who knew some inside information whispered.

"Patriarch Shengming."

At this moment, as the man in the painting slowly turned his head, he saw a big hand that covered the sky coming out of the painting.

The space around the big hand shattered layer by layer, and he slammed down the five immortal masters from Shenmen with a palm.

The sky and the earth changed suddenly with the flick of this big hand, as if it had traveled from the ancient times, and there was an endless wave of air.

Just hear a "boom".

Half of the sky was crushed, and the five immortals from Shenmen all flew upside down.

With just one slap, several people were injured.

Following an attack by that big hand, a crack appeared on the entire painting.

The big hand reappeared and moved toward them to suppress them.

There is one more crack on it.

Xu Zimo squinted his eyes slightly, and said calmly: "It seems that Emperor Juetian has really paid for it.

He actually left one of his natal souls in it. "

"Before the soul is broken, it is enough to suppress you," said the ancestor Futian lightly.

"In that case, let's end it," Xu Zimo replied lightly.

Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Patriarch Futian was startled, and looked at Xu Zimo inexplicably.

Chapter 285 You Should Go To Hell

He didn't understand why Xu Zimo was still so calm at this time.

Looking at Xu Zimo's calm expression, Patriarch Futian suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Seeing that the big hand covering the sky in the painting came down again, the big hand fell with endless light.

I saw that the black mist that originally covered everything around suddenly surged.

The black mist riot condensed together, forming a ferocious and evil face.

The ferocious face opened its bloody mouth and devoured it towards the big hand.

"Boom"!

A black hole was completely cracked in the sky, and the endless light and black magic energy were annihilated together.

At this moment, the big hand and the ferocious face disappeared at the same time.

"How could this be?" the ancestor Futian next to him muttered to himself in surprise.

The sound of "rumbling" explosions in the sky is still echoing.

More and more demon energy shrouded together, almost rendering the entire sky into pitch black.

A group of demonic clouds shot out from the demonic energy, carrying the power of destroying the world.

In the friction with the air, the front end of the magic cloud unexpectedly ignited a raging fire.

The magic cloud is like a big ball of fire, in which the deep and boundless magic energy lingers around, rushing towards the painting floating in the air at extreme speed.

The big hand in the painting wanted to stop it, but it was useless.

The magic cloud destroyed the big hand and landed directly on top of the painting.

At this moment, the demonic energy in the sky became even more irritable.

The painting just resisted for a while, and was swallowed by the magic cloud in an instant, burning to nothing.

Then, following the turbulent flow of the burned void in midair, it turned into a cloud of soot and floated in midair.

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Ancestor Futian stared blankly at the annihilated and dissipated paintings, and was stunned.

At the place where the painting dissipated, Bai Meng's burly figure slowly emerged.

The demonic energy surged, and he opened his eyes, as if from an ancient demon.

The majestic momentum on his body is astonishing.

"This is... the Great Emperor?" Sensing the majestic aura surrounding Baimeng, the ancestor Futian's complexion changed drastically, and he said in horror.

"No, it's impossible. The Mandate of Heaven has not yet been formed, so where is the Great Emperor?"

Patriarch Futian thought of this and quickly shook his head, looked at Baimeng and said, "Who are you?"

"The dead don't need to know so much," Baimeng's voice shook the sky, and he pressed it directly with one hand.

Endless dao rhymes resounded in it, and the sound of the avenue was majestic, resounding through the entire sky.

In that big hand, there is a sky full of devilish energy surging.

Just hear a "boom".

The body of Futian Patriarch flew upside down.

Where he stood, several cracks opened in the space, and the entire space collapsed.

The big hand continued to fall, and the sect-protecting array around the Absolute Heaven Sect was directly torn apart.

The towering peaks were completely reduced to ruins.

Where the mountain collapsed, hundreds of disciples were buried because they couldn't escape.

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