I am a True Villain Chapter 1162: Zhu Rong asked, the battle in the nether domain

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Baimeng and Seven Faces Demon General looked at each other, and one person ruled half of the sea, stirring the vast North Sea.

As more and more water streams approached, the scope of the flame world became smaller and smaller.

Baimeng Tread the sky arrived, his hands opened, and a spear exuding thick demon qi was opened in both palms.

"The magic spear kills the sky," Baimeng held the magic spear and pierced all the void along the way, stirred the sea and the fire, and killed the consciousness.

"Suppression," Xu Zimo also used the last bit of power on Primal Chaos Bead.

Primal Chaos Bead, which was already fading, once again bloomed and suppressed the consciousness.

With a "bang", the fire was completely torn apart, and the tip of the magic spear pierced directly into the center of the consciousness.

For a time, the wind and thunder suddenly changed, and the wind was full of strength, turning into a series of magic arrows and stabbing in fiercely.

The consciousness roared in pain.

Under the control of Seven Faces Demon General, the momentum of the North Sea became stronger and stronger, and finally annihilated the flame world completely.

And the consciousness body finally exploded, and the aftermath directly blasted several people out.

Primal Chaos Bead returned to the True Fate world, and the figure of Xu Zimo fell straight down.

"my Lord, are you okay," Baimeng asked worriedly, supporting him.

Xu Zimo waved her hand and tried her best to stand up straight.

He looked at the place where the consciousness exploded, and there was a monument and a flame.

"Take it over and let me see," Xu Zimo said.

Seven Faces Demon General fetched the remains of the monument, Xu Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly, only to see the four characters "Zhu Rong Wendao" written on it.

He stared at the remnant monument, and the world before him suddenly changed.

As if the mind was sucked into a new world.

When I regained my consciousness, one image after another appeared before my eyes.

A giant is standing on a vast land with flames burning all over his body.

The flame burns everything, and he is revered as the **** of fire.

Zhu Rong is the world’s first fire god, and the flame he uses is named after him, Zhu Rong’s fire.

He lived in the Primordial Era, which was the most wild era in Jiuyu.

The ancient gods are in power, everything is scarce, and they are the leaders of the world.

The picture in front of you is changing. What is flame?

Xu Zimo couldn't help but have such a question in his mind.

Some people fight with flames, it's violent, destructive, and hot.

But some people use fire to cook and keep warm.

The flame is inseparable from two words, creation.

Whether it is the raging fire that incinerates everything, or the spark of cooking, it is inseparable from the use of species.

So flame is creation.

The speed of the screen transition is very fast. After dozens of seconds, Xu Zimo seems to have experienced everything, and the line of sight once again returns to the North Sea.

"my Lord, are you okay?" Baimeng asked quickly.

"It's a bit weak, I guess it will take a long time to cultivate," Xu Zimo shook his head.

The normal consumption of his realm can be quickly restored, but the consumption of Primal Chaos Bead is really too big.

The mind and body, including their own blood, are a bit tired and exhausted.

Just after the picture disappeared, the four characters "Zhu Rong Wendao" on the tombstone gradually disappeared.

In Xu Zimo's mind, there is an extra cultivation technique.

It is the ancient mysterious technique that Zhu Rong asked.

Zhu Rong is the master of fire, this is naturally all about fire.

The scarlet flame next to it is the fire of Zhu Rong.

Xu Zimo stretched out his hand and put away the fire of Zhu Rong.

Baimeng and Seven Faces Demon General returned to Divine State Continent, while Xu Zimo found a relatively peaceful place and prepared to cultivate for a while.

……………

At this moment, in the Nether Realm.

This is also one of the nine domains.

The phantom sea fluctuates, especially like a pile of dead ashes. Everything under the sky, no matter how light, cannot float on the phantom sea.

Once anything touches the sea of ​​illusion, it will sink when touched, without any resistance.

A fantasy sea is a world.

Under the illusion sea leads to the netherworld, and sentient beings have a boundless journey home.

This is the way home to death, the end of everything.

Because only the dead are served here.

Death envelops the entire world, and the fantasy sea is divided into eighteen layers of the world.

Corresponding to Abi Hell.

There is no distinction between good and evil here, so the souls of the dead will face the eighteenth hell.

Finally, it rises based on personal contributions, until it reaches the first hell, where it can be reborn and reborn.

Of course, the so-called rebirth is the second person, and everything in the previous life will disappear.

In the Netherworld, the first stop is Luofuzhai.

Go forward again, it is Soul Gathering Pass.

At this moment, in front of Luofu Village, the dead souls gathered here, each and everyone lined up to brand their identity, and walked inside.

At this moment, two golden lights exploded on the sky.

Netherworld has always been dominated by darkness.

At this moment, golden light appeared, very dazzling, and immediately attracted everyone.

The sky of the Netherworld was torn apart by a pair of hands, and a figure in an immortal robe came out beside him.

"The holy court has an order to capture a soul here, and hope that the Lord of the Necropolis will cooperate," the person who opened the scroll with the scroll said solemnly.

His words fell, and there was so much noise underneath, but no one responded.

"Where is the Lord of Luofu Village?" The immortal robe man's eyes were like torches~IndoMTL.com~ and he whispered.

"Who? So many battles," a rather lazy voice sounded.

Only above Luofuzhai, a middle-aged man who is neither man nor woman walked out.

He wears men's clothing, but he looks quite feminine, with red lips, a pretty nose, and a soft voice.

"The holy court wants a soul, please cooperate and help you find it out," Xianpao said.

"When will the Holy Court have the final say on the matter of the Netherworld?" the middle-aged man asked rhetorically.

"This is the order of the immortal lord, dare you not follow it?" The immortal robe snorted.

"Don't forget about 300,000 years ago."

"Since it is the order of the immortal lord, you let the immortal lord come to ask for someone, what are you?" the middle-aged man replied.

"Your Netherworld Realm is becoming more and more presumptuous now. I will truthfully report this matter to the Immortal Lord," Immortal robe is enveloped in the fairy mist.

Said lightly: "You will bear the consequences at that time."

"Wait a minute," the middle-aged man shouted, seeing Xianpao leaving.

"What?" Xianpao asked with a frown.

"This Netherworld is the way home for the dead. Are you a living person who comes and leaves as long as you want?" the middle-aged man replied.

I saw him open his hands, and a half of the fantasy sea surged over.

All kinds of death auras entangled, with the blood of **** and endless screams.

"You are going to rebel," Xianpao said angrily.

For a moment, his whole body was full of celestial light, transformed into a fairy sword, and fought directly.

"Never surrendered, how can you rebel?" The middle-aged man laughed.

"If this is outside, what can you do with me.

But in the underworld, you are nothing but ants. "

The sea of ​​blood directly annihilated the fairy light and enveloped the existence of the fairy robe.