Fantasy: I Am A Big Villain

The talisman and the stele in front of him gave off a hint of light, allowing Yan Wuxie to feel a little light in this black hole.

This passage is as dark as ink, and some runes flicker from time to time. Yan Wuxie perceives these runes a bit and finds that the main function of these runes is to maintain this passage.

A passage set countless years ago, a talisman that kills the new consciousness, Yan Wuxie stared at the stone stele and talisman that fell rapidly in front of him, with some curiosity in his heart.

Obviously, the original owner of the town's closure tower predicted all this and made some arrangements. If it is to kill the consciousness, it is not necessary to spend so much effort to arrange everything.

Although it is indeed a bit disgusting to let a brand new consciousness go to the outside world with its own body, it seems that there is nothing unacceptable.

As for the original owner, Sage, he didn't want to see the outside world suffer from him. Yan Wuxie sneered about it. He had never seen Sage like this since cultivation.

There must be a conspiracy! Yan Wuxie was extremely certain, but didn't know what the conspiracy was behind it.

"Boom!" After falling for about half a time, the stone stele finally reached the bottom. Yan Wuxie only heard a muffled sound, a crack opened in the front, and the stele and talisman fell out.

"Huh!" Seeing that the crack was about to close, Yan Wuxie accelerated the fall, and finally came outside at the moment before closing. The moment he left the passage, Yan Wuxie saw a large group of acquaintances, Tang Xiaohuo, Shi Lin, Folding Fan The son, wait, he can even see Guo Jie and Hong Tian.

"Are everyone here?" Yan Wuxie glanced at it and found that the gods who entered the tower were all here. They were divided into two sides and they were facing each other. One of them was Shi Lin and the other who looked like Peng Jin. The same man, the other side is the remaining gods.

Everyone was startled by the sudden appearance of the stele and Yan Wuxie. Everyone looked over. For some reason, a person and a stele would suddenly fall during the confrontation between the two sides, but this did not prevent them from reacting. Good defensive or offensive posture.

Yan Wuxie didn't know what the people around him were thinking. He stared at the talisman, only to see that the talisman like a white jade fell below and flew towards the person who looked like a Pengjin.

What the enemy must do, of course, cannot be done by him, Yan Wuxie has no time to think about it, and hastened to expand his own Heavenly God Realm, covering the entire talisman, restraining the talisman, and preventing it from flying forward.

"Heaven God Realm!" Someone exclaimed, some were plain, obviously someone who knew Yan Wuxie.

"You really are not dead!" Shi Lin said, staring at Yan Wuxie.

Hearing the call of an acquaintance, Yan Wuxie turned his head to look, and saw that the man who looked like Punkin beside Shilin was standing there, a little looming rune restrained him, and there was a golden coffin behind him.

"Of course I am not dead!" Yan Wuxie smiled. He hovered in the air and looked around the people around him. He noticed that everyone surrounding Shilin had jealousy and greed in their eyes, and then glanced at the same Pengjin beside Shilin. Man, I probably understand in my heart.

"What's going on here? Why did you come here for a banquet?" Yan Wuxie asked with a smile.

"This Xiongtai, your acquaintance doesn't want to hand over the true artifact, just forget it, he even dared to release this ancient god, he is not afraid of being wanted by the Alliance of Gods!"

The son of Folding Fan introduced cupped hands to Yan Wuxie."Hmph, instead of letting you bastards get real artifacts, I might as well join the Demon Cult and do an evil repair!" Shi Lin sneered after hearing the words of the Folding Fan Master.

"This is what you rely on?" Yan Wuxie looked at the man who looked like Pengjin. It was obvious that Shi Lin was capable of releasing this ancient god. If this ancient god could move freely, then maybe those present would be able to move around freely. The casualties were heavy.

He moved slightly in his heart, and spent a thousand villain values ​​to check its information:

【Ding! son of luck Jinpeng, an ancient god, a new consciousness born on the corpse of the defector of the Jinpeng clan, Pengjin. After Pengjin was seriously injured in the Jinpeng clan, he had no medicine to cure. In despair, he used secret techniques to try to turn to death. Born, turned into an ancient god! 】

[Cultivation Base is the pinnacle of the upper gods, and the current air luck value is 12000! 】

[Own Jinpeng Realm, secret treasure escape knife, magic Jinpeng step! 】

【Ding! Turn on the face beating system, and get the corresponding villain value and Jinpeng step according to the reduced Qi luck value! 】

Interesting information! Yan Wuxie thought, touching his chin. He glanced at Jin Peng, then asked after a little pondering:

"Your name is Jinpeng? Is the new consciousness born on the body of the original owner of this tower?"

When everyone heard Yan Wuxie's question, it was a little strange. After all, everyone knew that this ancient god was the owner of the voice that kept ringing in his ears, but no one knew its true identity.

If it hadn't been for seeing Yan Wuxie owning the Heavenly God Realm, some people who didn't know him would have been swearing.

Jin Peng didn't answer, those emotionless eyes began to focus on Yan Wuxie, staring at his every move.

"Xiongtai, what's going on?" asked the folding fan youth cupped hands.

Yan Wuxie glanced at him, feeling that he would have to deal with this Jin Peng in a while, and then he explained the cause and effect:

"After the owner of this tower was seriously injured, he tried to turn from death to life, turn into an ancient god to live a lifetime again, so we have all the things we have experienced!"

"Forbidden Secret Art!" Someone heard Yan Wuxie's narration, and exclaimed in a low voice. Forbidden Secret Art in the upper realm is an absolute secret art that everyone shouts, and the owner must die!

"Hi, so this ancient god has got most of the memory of the predecessor? Otherwise, it will not be able to manipulate most of the formation in this tower." The folding fan youth gasped.

"Hey, if you get most of the memories of your predecessor, wouldn't it be true to live a lifetime?" Someone exclaimed. Although there are many such rumors in the legend, it is still unbelievable that it really happened before his eyes.

"Huh, that's just a person who has all your memories, thinking, habits, and everything are completely different. To live a lifetime again is something that even those gods and ancestors can't even imagine!" Someone splashed a bucket without hesitation. cold water.

"There is own body and own memory, although there are some differences in thinking, habits, and three views, it is also a resurrection in a certain sense..." Someone retorted unconvincingly.

"This talisman may be the key to unlocking its seal, and perhaps it also contains some memory of the original owner!" Yan Wuxie pointed to the jade talisman who was restrained by him, and said his own guess.

"It's a pity, it's a little bit. It's fine if you don't let you in. Also, don't use it to call me, use him to call me!" Jin Peng finally said, his voice is the same as before Yan Wuxie The sound heard in the tower was similar.

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