The Great Villain System of Fantasy

Yi Shuihan murmured, “Overbearing? ”

His flesh began to decompose, turning into tiny particles of light that slowly dissipated into the air.

Immediately, countless light particles drifted around and completely disappeared into this world.

Qin Ting watched Yi Shui turn into powder, and suddenly a complicated feeling arose in his heart.

Although Yi Shuihan was the son of luck and a person that Qin Ting could not kill, this person was not only extraordinarily talented, but also thoughtful.

More importantly, he is not as extreme as Ye Qiu, and he has always maintained a pure heart.

After Yi Shuihan’s death, the last young man in Donghuang who could compete with Qin Ting also died at the hands of Qin Ting.

Qin Ting stood with his hands in his hands, looking down at the great rivers and mountains at his feet, looking leisurely.

Suddenly some people were remembered.

Since his debut, Qin Ting has met many outstanding young people.

Song Changge, Jiang Zhongbai, Yan Han, Yuan Shi Holy Son, Ancient Holy Son, and then today’s Yi Shui Han.

They can be said to be all masters of the moment, and they are all proud of heaven.

Gifted and scheming, like a teenager, if he can grow, he will achieve a career in the future.

But for various reasons, he stood on the opposite side of Qin Ting.

They also fell at the hands of Qin Ting.

Qin Ting suddenly had a sense of loneliness, although the Eastern Wilderness was large, but the younger generation had no one to be his opponent.

Although there are still a few outstanding young masters in the Eastern Wilderness, they are still famous for their reputation.

For example, the Pilgrimage Son and Shi Weiping of the Pilgrimage Sect, and then the Star Moon Sect’s Star Moon Son, Gu Zhongxiao, and so on.

These people are very talented and have a lot of achievements. However, there was still a huge gap with Qin Ting.

And the masters of the older generation either maintained their own identities or were jealous of the Xuantian Sect behind him and did not embarrass him.

So now Qin Ting had a feeling of being cold in a high place.

Qin Ting stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes gloomy, and murmured in his heart, “It’s time to leave the Eastern Wilderness…”

Without pressure, there is no progress.

Qin Ting clearly knew that if he had been obsessed with being the first person of the young generation in the Eastern Wilderness, there would be no pressure.

Then sooner or later he will be caught up by other geniuses, and without external pressure, how can he become a god?

He looked leisurely and turned to look in one direction, where there was a distant place.

That place, it’s called Zhongzhou.

And there, there are the most powerful monks in the world, and there are all kinds of extremely outstanding young people.

These young people are the proud sons of heaven and are attracting everyone’s attention.

Waiting for Qin Ting to see one by one, to conquer, to suppress…

……

And in the extremely distant land of the Eastern Wilderness, I don’t know how many billions of miles away, there is a continent called Zhongzhou.

Zhongzhou, a wonderland.

If Xuantian Sect is the first holy place in the Eastern Wilderness, then the Linlang Wonderland is the first holy place in Zhongzhou.

A variety of wonderlands, mountains within a radius of 100,000 miles, a peaceful and tranquil. The aura lingers and gathers into the sea, just like the scenery of the immortal family, living up to the name of the wonderland.

And in the very center of the wonderland, there is a very large ancient clock.

The ancient bell is full of traces of time, and there are countless Dao patterns surrounding it, devouring the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and moon.

The surging power brewing inside the ancient bell is hidden and not emitted.

This ancient bell is like a sleeping god, giving people a feeling of extreme danger, this is a treasure refined by the gods.

The founding ancestor of the Wonderland, the ancestor of the Celestial Realm, the ancestor of the Celestial Being, ascended to become a god thirty thousand years later.

After the old ancestor of Lin Lang cultivated into the Divine Upper Realm, he left his magic weapon behind, guarded the Lin Lang Wonderland, and sheltered the safety of this place for millions of years.

This is also the reason why the wonderland has experienced so many years and is still prosperous.

Moreover, because of the protection of the gods and the neutral stance, the Wonderland has always been neutral and does not participate in the entanglement of other sect forces.

Therefore, the status is transcendent, and it is recognized by the world as the first holy place in Zhongzhou.

Suddenly, the monks of Zhongzhou heard a burst of bells, loud and widespread, even spread to thousands of miles away, clearly reaching their ears.

They looked around and saw that the bell was the sound of the god’s ancient bell.

Immediately, countless flying spirit boats flew out of the Wonderland, scattered in all directions, and sailed towards the distant directions.

The monks watched this scene from a distance, not understanding why the mysterious and low-key wonderland was like this… Such a big move.

And a white-haired monk seemed to think of something, and the face of Gu Jingwu was suddenly very moved.

He murmured, “Yaochi Festival… It’s a Yaochi Event! ”

“The thousand-year-old Yaochi Festival has begun!”

When the monks around them heard this, they suddenly realized, and their faces were immediately excited and their hearts were distracted.

Yaochi Festival…

The once-in-a-millennium Yaochi Festival…