I'm Really a Villain!

As the saying goes, life is but a drop in the ocean, some people have an ordinary life, and some people are not as vast as you.

It's like a grain of sand in the sea, floating in the incomparable sandy soil, without seeing the sun all day long.

But if you can skyrocket, go to the [-] miles of that horizon.

It can also stir up turbulent waves and shake the earth with a small posture.

The practice of a drop in the ocean is to make a big difference with a small one. Just one fulcrum can move the whole world.

These pulse techniques are said to be high-level pulse techniques, but Xu Zimo is now in the realm of a god king.

It is not too difficult to comprehend these difficulties.

But what really caught his attention was another book, Six Breaks of Ghost Zen.

There is a poem written at the beginning of this pulse technique.

Thousands of monks and ten thousand Buddhas perish in blood,

Purging and punishing crimes should be practiced in the world.

demons, buddhas, monks, monks,

Every sound of ghost Tathagata.

The founder of this pulse technique is Ghost Tathagata, who was beheaded by the ancestor of the Jiuxiao Emperor Sect, Jiuxiao Saint.

Afterwards, this pulse technique became the item of the Nine Heavens Emperor Sect.

There are six strokes in this book of pulse techniques, which are "Create the Dharma Without Illusion, Fall into the World of Gods, Massacre the Seal and Kill the Realm, Sky Burial with the Auxiliary Wheel, Kill All Phrases, and Compassion with Brahma and Ghosts."

While practicing this pulse technique, he discovered that there were ghosts around him.

The incomparable blood prison surged towards his mind, as if it wanted to wipe out his consciousness completely.

The ghost image seemed to be the resentment of all living beings, and it had an impact on Xu Zimo's whole body.

The so-called six judgments, the six strokes correspond to the six senses of human beings.

Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, consciousness.

He cut off a person's six senses, and was finally exiled in the incomparable purgatory, where he died without reincarnation.

If you want to practice ghost Zen six breaks first, you must first walk through the gate of ghosts.

At this moment, Xu Zimo realized that if he wanted to practice this pulse technique, he must have Buddhist treasures to suppress it.

Only by suppressing these evil spirits and retaining the six senses can it be done.

However, Xu Zimo has the origin of the Dao, and under the origin of the Dao, ghost Zen is like an ant, and he dare not make any mistakes.

Just ask, how many stronger suppressions are there in this world than the source of the Dao.

The origin of the Dao refers to the unity of the world and is a part of the world.

What Xu Zimo wants is not only to practice ghost Zen Liudu, but also to integrate it with his own sword technique.

Created Ghost Zen Liuduandao.

It is not impossible for him to create a pulse technique. In his previous life, he created a pulse technique similar to Wendao Nineteenth Form.

With accumulation, there will be more help from the source in this life, and the difficulty will be greatly reduced.

……

After three days of penance, Xu Zimo slowly opened his eyes.

The outside world just happened to pass overnight, the sky was a bit gloomy, with dark clouds, accumulating above the head, as if it would rain at any time.

The moment Xu Zimo opened his eyes, he saw many ghosts, and the incomparable ghost domain was looming.

In order to be able to combine this pulse skill with the sword technique more successfully and with greater power, Xu Zimo even went to hell in the mainland of China.

Looking at the eighteen floors of hell built by the god of killing, I stayed in person for a day, and I realized what I saw and felt.

Early in the morning, Jiang Changsheng came to the courtyard where Xu Zimo lived.

When Xu Zimo spoke, he didn't dare to disobey it, and if he came, he would be safe.

But at this moment, outside Taixiao Peak, on Bixiao Peak in the southeast direction.

Bixiao Peak is surrounded by countless peaks, all of which are inhabited by people of status.

On one of the mountain peaks, white mist lingers and cranes sing together.

In a sealed cave, the sound of "rumbling" was heard from time to time, and endless sword intent burst out from it.

The gravel rolled down the mountain, full of power.

Not long after, there was a "boom", and a ray of sword light cut the top of the mountain into two.

The light of the knife shot straight into the sky, even completely destroying the void on the sky.

A figure in a golden robe broke through the seal and flew out with a supreme saber momentum.

"Congratulations to senior brother for passing the test, and congratulations to senior brother for making further progress in martial arts."

Seeing the golden robe appear, the yellow robe disciples who had been guarding for a long time stepped forward to congratulate him.

The figure in the golden robe stood still, only to see that he had short hair, thick eyebrows, and his eyes were like a knife, with erect pupils.

He carried a broad knife on his back, the knife was more than ten centimeters wide, almost as wide as the back of the young man in the golden robe.

The figure of the young man in the golden robe landed on the top of the mountain, looked at the oncoming yellow robe disciples, waved his hand slightly, and signaled everyone to be quiet.

He said softly, "Did any major events happen during my retreat?"

"Brother, don't worry, with me waiting, everything will be fine," the disciple next to him quickly replied.

"That's good, where's Qing'er?" The golden-robed youth continued to ask.

"Young Master Shen," the young man in the golden robe had just finished speaking, when a soft voice came from behind him.

Many yellow-robed disciples hurriedly dispersed, only to see the green radish woman standing at the back, looking up.

"Qing'er," Shen Lang, the golden-robed youth, called out hastily, and stepped forward.

Chapter 611

"Master Shen," Xiaoqing called out a little cautiously, lowering her head shyly, not daring to look up at the man in front of her.

"You're still called Mr. Shen?" Shen Lang said pretending to be displeased.

"Shen, Shen Lang," Xiaoqing raised her head, glanced at Shen Lang, then quickly lowered her head.

The face is like the sky under the setting sun, and the sunset quietly climbed up the branches.

"That's right, don't worry, we will be together for the rest of our lives, and no one can separate," Shen Lang said with a smile.

"But can Lin Qiu let it go?" Xiaoqing said worriedly.

"After all, his father is the peak master of Taixiao Peak."

"I didn't let you come here before, because I was afraid of causing a battle between the two peaks," Shen Lang said coldly.

"But don't be afraid now, that guy has been poisoned by my Huo Burning Heaven.

At most three months, the whole body will turn red, and eventually die by self-immolation.

Especially during these three months, the pain will be unbearable every day, as if the body has been roasted by fire, and there is no time to take care of you. "

"Then if this matter is discovered?" Xiaoqing said with some concern.

"Qing'er, you know and I know. If you don't tell, no one will know." Shen Lang shook his head slightly, and gently embraced the woman in front of him.

"I get it, Shen Lang, I won't say it even if I die," Xiao Qing also hugged Shen Lang, pressing her face against his chest.

Solemnly said: "Xiaoqing was originally a prostitute, her life was like grass, not worth mentioning.

Now that he can be loved by Shen Lang, as Xu Qing, he will follow him to the end in this life. "

Shen Lang smiled, turned his head to look at the yellow-robed disciples behind him, and asked: "I asked Zhang Qian to tell that trash, why didn't he come to report to me?"

"Here," the yellow-robed disciples next to him hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Shen Lang frowned slightly and asked.

A yellow-robed disciple shook his head slightly, waved his right hand, and said, "Bring it up."

Immediately afterwards, a young man in a yellow robe was carried up on a stretcher.

Both of his legs were broken, and he faltered and couldn't say a word.

He looked dying and was in great pain.

"Zhang Qian?" Shen Lang frowned and asked embarrassingly, "What's going on?"

The yellow-robed disciple next to him took out a piece of paper and said, "Senior brother, his tongue was cut off.

So earlier I had him write everything that happened on paper. "

Shen Lang took the paper and glanced at it for a few moments. The knife in his hand was so fierce that it directly shattered the paper into powder.

"Brother, are you alright?" the person next to him asked cautiously.

"Lin Qiu lied to me, and I will never die with him," Shen Lang said with a gloomy face.

The gloomy face is even more terrifying than the gloomy sky above.

……

After Xu Zimo finished training, he just walked out of the small courtyard when he saw Jiang Changsheng's spooky appearance, watching quietly outside.

"Since you're here, come in," Xu Zimo waved his hand and called him in.

The maid has already prepared breakfast and placed it in the gazebo in the courtyard.

"Brother, is there something for you?" Jiang Changsheng asked tentatively.

"Could it be that you are really looking at my handsomeness?"

"You also know that brother is a well-known dude," Xu Zimo said, waving his hands.

"As a dude, wouldn't it be a failure to have no dog legs?"