Fantasy script: I am the villain of destiny

I saw more than a dozen powerful men with terrifying breaths poured into the second floor of the town's holy tower.

As soon as the words fell, the coercion of this small world fell on these newcomers.

Wan Tiansheng hesitated and nodded, and informed Zhengyi of the positions of the formations he had set up by sound transmission.

This damn broken tower, obviously has a very strong Saint Race atmosphere, but inexplicably overwhelms them, which is simply unreasonable.

As for the other human race powerhouses, they took out the porcelain bottle at the same time, stuffed a valuable medicinal pill into their mouths, and their pale complexion began to improve.

The leading Saint Clan strongman was suffocated, staring at Zhengyi and saying word by word.

"Please."

"I didn't expect that you, as a human race, have fallen into the same camp as the holy race for your own selfish interests. If this matter spreads out, I am very curious about your fate."

Zheng Yi didn't speak, just took out two blood-colored big knives and held them in his palms, and took a step forward abruptly.

The armored man smiled and said, "Didn't you say that this tower belongs to your holy clan? Since it is your territory, of course you are the one taking the lead."

"Of course, you can also choose not to, but you can figure out the consequences for yourself."

He remembered that Wan Tiansheng was an expert in formation.

The faces of the strong saints are gloomy and rainy. I don't know why this broken tower has the ability to overwhelm the saints, making it difficult for them to move here.

Behind him, a blood-colored flood dragon appeared, roaring forward, shocking!

"How is this going."

Zheng Yi made a light hum, looked at the dozen or so strong men standing at the door of the second floor, and said with a sneer.

"I advise you to hand over your inheritance obediently, so that there will be less pain. You have no chance of winning."

"Saint Race, you go first."

The man with a stomach narrowed his eyes slightly: "So it is, it seems that he abandoned you to find opportunities alone, and your brotherhood is nothing more than that."

"Your holy king has already been slaughtered by us."

At first, they thought it was a treasure left by a certain holy king, but now it does not seem to be the case.

The nine-tailed fox's tail swayed and gradually faded away, enduring the pressure for them.

"Alright, then let him push harder. After we take all the opportunities here, we'll have another oriole in the back, so the chances are all mine."

The armored man smiled.

"Finally found you, you made it easy for us to find."

In fact, they are now being overwhelmed by this weird pagoda. Even if they cooperate with the human race, it is equivalent to seeking skin from the tiger, but they have to do so. After all, they can't just watch the inheritance fall into the hands of the human race.

The silver-armored man glanced at the saint and said indifferently, "If you don't want to cooperate, you can get out by yourself, I won't stop you."

Zhengyi frowned, but he didn't stop Wan Tiansheng, anyway, he was already in a state of immortality, and he didn't care if he would be provoked.

"Look, the door is exactly the same as we came in!"

The power of each great formation is equivalent to a full-strength blow from the fifth level of Reverence Martial Realm, and the highest level of these people is no more than the fifth level of Reverence Martial Realm.

"Either calm down and don't be so arrogant, and when the opportunity comes, we will do our best."

Wan Tiansheng secretly used magic to control the sea of ​​​​clouds to cover the Tianmen, and said with a smile: "Guess."

Another human race powerhouse said mockingly: "Don't say it so high-sounding, it's just that you can't step into this tower at all, so you have to find us to cooperate."

"It seems that you really can't cry without seeing the coffin."

It's just that these people seem to have some experience. I saw that four or five saints' strong men always had a certain spiritual power, and a nine-tailed fox with a height of several tens of feet appeared behind them.

The man in armor couldn't deny it, but sneered in his heart.

Among them, there are both the human race and the saint race, and the strange thing is that they are now in the same camp.

At this time, the corner of Wan Tiansheng's mouth slightly raised as if the strategy had been achieved.

Zhengyi slowly got up and held down Wan Tiansheng who was about to get up.

A stomach man frowned slightly, this guy actually broke through the realm, but it doesn't matter, after all, there are so many of them, and there is no place for them to continue to escape, just two people.

One of the strong human races wearing silver armor and holding a colorful spear sneered.

The face of the strong saints changed, "Why should we go first?"

"And it's still the Holy King of the Ice Spirit Clan and the Holy King of the Blood Demon Clan!"

If it weren't for this, they wouldn't choose to cooperate with these lowly human races!

The man with a stomach looked at Zhengyi and said with a smile: "As long as you are dead, this matter will naturally not spread."

"That's not... isn't that the Holy King!"

The man in armor swung the spear at will, and the air waves rolled up by the gun wind dispersed to the surroundings, but he didn't rush to shoot, just looked around suspiciously.

The expressions of the other saints are extremely ugly, but the conditions on the field are very unfavorable for them, so they can only swallow their anger.

Wait till you die just like them.

The strong man of the saint race lowered his head, then raised his head, his eyes were splitting, and he suddenly stepped on.

But it was discovered by a sharp-eyed human race powerhouse, pointing to the cloud sea in the sky and shouting.

The man in armor took a step back, it seemed that there was a good show to watch.

The Saint Clan has already notified the Saint King, and when the Saint King arrives, even if there is no way to solve the problem of overwhelming victory, they can easily kill this group of ants!

At this moment, another Saint Race powerhouse finally recognized that the fallen mountain in the far distance was the Saint King of the same race, and exclaimed.

"Now, I'll trouble you to bring all your inheritance and chance."

He has set up seven formations here, five of which are killing formations.

"You just ate the Peijing Pill. If you take it now, it's easy to be unstable, leave it to me."

"Dare to take a step forward and die!"

The Saint Race powerhouse said grimly: "Hey, this tower obviously has a lot to do with the Saint Race, and the inheritance depends on your ability, but you can't take away the opportunities in it."

"They were killed just like the Holy King of the Fire Spirit Race on the first floor!"

Several terrifying fire dragons broke through the ice and emerged.

One of the Ice Spirit Race powerhouses sneered and said, "How could the mere Ant Humans be qualified to stand in the same camp as the great Saint Race, it's just that we are merciful and temporarily cooperate with them."

At this moment, the man in armor seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes swept his surroundings and said in a deep voice, "Where did Qingyi go?!"

Hearing the threat of his words, the Saint Race powerhouse gritted his teeth and said, "I will remember it."

Wan Tiansheng sneered and said, "I'm blind, I can't see."