Fantasy script: I am the villain of destiny

The ninth level of the Revered Martial Realm, a powerhouse standing at the peak of the world.

Ye Xuan has never really seen this level of existence until now, but he didn't expect to see it with his own eyes now.

Ye Xuan's body trembled and clenched his fists tightly, his body was slightly rickety, and he didn't even notice the pain in his bloody palms.

He felt that the scene in front of him was false, but the terrifying coercion that came out made him feel extremely real.

The coercion of the town Santa is nothing compared to that of a pediatrician.

At this moment, a silver fish jumped out from the cuff, and although there was no water, it was very excited to swim in the air.

When the silver fish appeared, the coercion that Ye Xuan felt from the powerful ninth-level holy clan of the Martial Realm disappeared.

Ye Xuan and the silver fish stared at each other, their faces blank.

Isn't this the "time silver fish" that Zhengyi gave to himself?

Didn't it say that "Silver Fish of Time" would not be able to survive if it left the Reiki Lake, how could it swim so happily?

And why did the coercion disappear after this silver fish appeared?

Ye Xuan squinted at the burning corpses everywhere, and always felt that this scene did not seem to exist.

Ye Xuan suddenly gasped, the scene in front of him could not have existed at some time in the past.

If this is the case, it can explain why "Time Silver Fish" suddenly jumped out of the aura clear lake on the cuff, and swims well here.

Because where he is, it can be regarded as a tributary of the long river of time!

Ye Xuan raised his hand and touched the "Silver Fish of Time", and smiled softly: "It turns out that you saved me, thank you very much."

The head of "Silver Fish" touched Ye Xuan's palm very much.

Ye Xuan protected the "Silver Fish of Time" under the palm of his hand to prevent the little guy from swimming away in a hurry.

Since this is the scene where time has passed, you shouldn't have to worry about being hurt.

Not to mention the Saint Clan of the ninth level of Reverence Martial Realm, most of the Saint Clan I saw could basically slap them to death.

Ye Xuan was drooling when he saw the corpses of the holy kings all over the floor. Each of these holy kings is worth a lot. Just glance at them. At least there are hundreds of holy king corpses. If they were all brought back to him, Isn't it developed?

Just Ye Xuan frowned, what period in the history of the saints had so many saint kings coexisting?

What's more, there is a ninth-level respectable Martial Realm existence, and even the immortal holy king he once encountered was eclipsed in front of him.

"I just touched the sword, why did it suddenly drag me into this piece of time."

At this moment, the behemoth of the ninth level of the Martial Realm finally met the man holding the green bamboo long sword.

The Saint Race powerhouse at the ninth level of the Revered Martial Realm seemed to be talking to the sword-wielding man with an angry look on his face.

However, the man who looked like a peasant in a commoner just shook his head indifferently.

Then, the holy realm powerhouse of the ninth level of the Venerable Martial Realm began to roar in anger, and the whole world shook.

The man in commoner looked calm and held the bamboo long sword, and simply swung the sword.

This sword slashed the corpse of the bloody sky into two halves, and also cut off the head of the ninth-level Saint Race powerhouse of the almost invincible world.

Ye Xuan sat on the ground blankly and said, "This is... fake."

A strong man of the ninth level of the martial arts, just beheaded by a sword? !

You must know that a powerhouse of this level is basically as powerful in this world as he can do whatever he wants, and even if he wants to, he can overthrow half a dynasty.

However, with this level of existence, its head still rolled down from its neck like a ball.

Ye Xuan stared blankly at the man in the cloth and couldn't help but ask.

"Who are you... who are you?"

He knew that this person could not be heard, after all, they were not in the same period of time, but he couldn't help but ask, the scene in front of him was too shocking.

He had never heard of such an enchanting powerhouse in the history of the human race who could slaughter a saint of the ninth level of the Martial Realm as a beast.

However, a scene that shocked Ye Xuan even more appeared.

The man in commoner seemed to have heard his words and slowly turned around to stare at Ye Xuan calmly.

This gaze seems to have crossed the long river of time, crossed the distant time and space, and saw the future Ye Xuan from the past.

This commoner man clearly did not exude any power, but for some reason, he just glanced at each other, and Ye Xuan felt more oppressive than that holy clan of the ninth level of martial arts.

When the plain-clothed man looked over, the "time silver fish", who was still happily swimming in Ye Xuan's palm, swooped back to his cuff with a squeak, shivering and not daring to stick his head out.

Ye Xuan looked left and right, and finally was completely shocked to confirm that this person was really looking at himself!

"You...can you see me?"

You must know that even the supreme saint king who has been decapitated did not feel his existence.

And here is clearly the past, logically speaking, his identity is a "passenger", there is no way to interfere with the past, and everything in the past will not be aware of him.

The commoner man didn't speak, just looked at Ye Xuan quietly, with a sigh, pity, and a little regret.

In the end, he made a move that Ye Xuan didn't expect.

Seeing that the man in commoner threw the long sword at Ye Xuan, Ye Xuan subconsciously reached out to catch it, his expression dazed.

"Why... for me?"

Then everything around him went backward like a glimpse of time. Ye Xuan couldn't even hear the answer from the man in commoner clothes, only the shape of his mouth could be seen faintly.

"give it to you?"

Ye Xuan was in a trance, but found that he was still standing on the fourth floor mirror of Zhensheng Tower, holding the bamboo sword in his hand!

Ye Xuan shuddered, and like a hot potato, he put the Bamboo God will hurriedly on the mirror, frowning tightly.

"Wait for me to stroke it."

"This sword is obtained from the purple wood box, and the purple wood box is the reward of this fourth floor."

"Then I just touched the body of the sword and took me to a certain period of time in the past. If I say that what I see is true, it means that there was indeed such a strong swordsman who was able to communicate with God. The saints at the ninth level of the Revered Martial Realm were beheaded."

"It's just that I got this sword in the purple wood box, why did I see it in the past that the senior threw it to me?"

"And why did he throw it at me? What does that mean?"

Ye Xuan pressed his fingers between his eyebrows, feeling that his head was about to burst, he stared at the bamboo sword on the mirror, and the bright scarlet still on the sword.

"The blood on this is probably the blood of the ninth-level Saints of the Revered Martial Realm."