I'm the villain

Chapter 367 Dragon is a vengeful creature
"Who did senior brother see?"

Zheng Beishan didn't answer, with the iron sword in his left hand and the cane in his right, he walked down the hill very slowly.He faltered, but his expression was determined.Zheng Xishui followed quickly, seeing that the elder brother had no intention of answering, he stopped decisively.

"The mountain is high and the road is far away, senior brother cherishes it. If something happens, tear up the talisman and call me."

Zheng Xishui covered his sleeves, looking at the person who was walking slowly, going further and further away, with long-distance eyes.

He casually beheaded Moxiu who was dormant at the foot of the mountain, and turned back to the mountain.

Zheng Beishan saw this scene when he turned his head. Zheng Xishui has always been ruthless in his actions.Seeing Zheng Xishui's actions, Zheng Beishan turned his head and continued walking.

Different from the younger brother.

Different from disciples.

Zheng Beishan found himself inferior to most people.

He didn't tell anyone that he was caught by Moxiu, but he was afraid when facing the illusion.He was frightened, very frightened.

"Where is Mortal Sword going?" Black Mist appeared beside him, turning into a man.

There are no lines drawn on this Moxiu's face, his complexion is healthy, and his expression is clear.It is very different from other magic repairs.

"Go..." Zheng Beishan's eyes were empty, and he looked into the distance, where the end of the eye was the Dongsheng Dynasty.His childhood hometown, the place where he was picked up by the Nine Que Gate. "Zi Yujing."

"There are thousands of miles to go, how do you get there like this?" Moxiu asked.

Zheng Beishan's physical condition is not good, he is a mortal, Zhao Xuanyu is lying on the Nine Que Gate and hangs his breath waiting for someone from Dao Dao Zong, he can move freely now, which is not bad.

"How about taking you there? As a reward, you accept me as a disciple."

Zheng Beishan didn't nod or shake his head.He looked at this weird demon cultivator, and didn't understand why the other party kept following him.From the time he returned to Jiuque Gate, the other party had been pestering him.

"why?"

"It's very simple." Moxiu, who refused to reveal his name, had a smile on his face, "I want someone."

Moxiu said: "You are from Jiuque."

"No."

"It's not up to you, Ziyujing, right? This deity will take you there."

……

"right here?"

In front of Weird Moxiu was a majestic city tower. Under the starlight, one could see the gold bricks as the ground, the silver platform as the lamp, and the glass as the lampshade.Even the seemingly green vegetation is made of weeds and fake flowers, which can keep the four seasons as bright as spring and summer.

Gorgeously dressed tourists shuttle through the shops in the city like weaving. Even in the middle of the night, this street is still lively.The thinly clad woman smiled sweetly, and the man with his bare chest laughed heartily.

Standing outside the city gate, you can feel how extravagant these people's lives are.

Zheng Beishan didn't speak, he carried the iron sword on his back, and under the surprised eyes of the officers and soldiers guarding the gate, he walked into the city stepping on the polished gold bricks under his feet.

The two burly city guards looked at each other and rushed over to stop them.

"Do you have proof?"

"Building the foundation?" Zheng Beishan turned his head, the guards and soldiers were responsible for the cultivation, and the foundation building cultivation at the age of more than 30 years old is already considered good.

"What is the cultivation level of the seniors?" It is well known that these gatekeepers have cultivation levels.But the two of them have just established the foundation not long ago, and they haven't reached the point where everyone knows it.Those who can see their cultivation at a glance naturally have higher cultivation.

"Yuan Ying."

Zheng Beishan paused for a moment, then drew out the mortal sword behind him.

"Half-step transformation into a god." He said.

"Senior, wait for a while, I will go to report. The lord of the country has ordered that all monks with a golden core cultivation level and above can enjoy the treatment of scholar-bureaucrats, and your cultivation level can be regarded as a national teacher."

"I don't know what kind of sect senior is?"

"No way."

Zheng Beishan ignored the officers and soldiers and walked straight in, "I'm going to see the king."

Moxiu followed behind him with a smile, waved his hand and knocked out the two officers and soldiers who wanted to report, and waited with great interest for the upcoming show.

"Whose poor relative is this person?"

There was a woman covering her face with a round fan, her big eyes staring straight at Moxiu behind Zheng Beishan.

"This little brother, what are you doing with this person, why not follow me?"

Moxiu smiled back.

"There are beauties following him, what are you doing following you?"

"Brother's words are interesting, isn't my slave a beauty?"

The woman is wearing a red gauze, revealing a large piece of white flesh, and a pair of big eyes are charming and not vulgar.The figure was even more enchanting, and while speaking, he was already in front of Moxiu, and his weak and boneless hands stretched out towards Moxiu's chest.

"You?"

When the woman touched Moxiu's body, she felt as if she touched a burning coal fire, and the pain burned her nerves.She quickly withdrew her hand, and when she looked down, she saw that her snow-white fingers had been scorched black.

"What kind of beauty is a dead bone with a lifespan of only a hundred years?"

Pushing away the beauty blocking the way, Moxiu quickly chased after Zheng Beishan.

"What's the hurry? A cripple walks so fast?"

"Ahhh! Someone is dead, come quickly. Come quickly!" The crowd panicked and moved away from the scorched red gauze beauty on the ground.

Moxiu chuckled, walked vigorously to Zheng Beishan, and stretched out his hand with his back turned.

"Is the deity very strong?"

"Don't hurt these people." Zheng Beishan didn't like this demon cultivator, he didn't like all demon cultivators.

"Jie Jie Jie, it's just a group of mortals, so what if you kill them all?"

As Mo Xiu raised his hand, he took the lives of several people around him. "This is the first time I've come to a place like Ziyujing, and I didn't expect it to be such a place. By sucking the blood of other mortals, the aloof Ziyujing is no different from our demon cultivators."

"Master, I will show you the strength of the demon cultivator for the disciple who has not passed the school today. By the way..." the demon cultivator waved his arms, "It's not the Nascent Soul."

He put his finger to the corner of his mouth and laughed nervously.

"The master transforms into a god in half a step, and the disciple transforms into a god. The senior sister has a consciousness that is comparable to the cultivation of a god."

Zheng Beishan stopped in his tracks, drew out his Fantie sword, and pointed it at Moxiu.

"Are you the demon cultivator who seized the house?"

"it's me."

The black mist spread around Moxiu's body, and all the fleeing mortals turned into dry bones when they touched the black mist.

Mo Xiu stood in the black mist, smiled and said: "Master is smart."

What is smart, obviously only after being picked out.Zheng Beishan frowned, but suddenly he was relieved.He pushed Moxiu away and walked straight towards the center of Ziyujing.

His fingers touched the black mist and were quickly corroded.Moxiu quickly retracted the black mist, found a bottle of medicine and stuffed it into his hand.

"The medicine made from the flesh and blood of dragons is the most useful against this kind of fog."

Zheng Beishan looked at the eye drops bottle and threw it away.This made the smile on Moxiu's face even brighter.

"Master can do the dragon blood to raise the sword. What's wrong with using some medicine? You are really a complicated person. You are so strong, but you don't even dare to kill people. The magic cultivators in the magic cave are no stronger than golden cores. You Disciple is afraid that you dare not act rashly, but you dare not do it, it's really interesting."

"To shut up."

This magic cultivator knows his affairs very well.The more he talked, the more complicated Zheng Beishan's mood became.

"What is master going to do? Is it to kill the king, to kill the person you dare not kill in the illusion?"

Zheng Beishan ignored the magic cultivator, and the black mist gradually filled, and everyone who touched the mist died suddenly.Under Moxiu's control, Heiwu avoided Zheng Beishan's only path, allowing him to enter the center of Ziyujing, the core area of ​​the Dongsheng Dynasty, very smoothly.

The emperor had already received the news and summoned many capable men and strangers to wait anxiously in the palace.

It was midnight when Zheng Beishan entered the palace.

The black mist followed him and floated into the palace, and the unsheathed mortal sword was shining brightly.

(End of this chapter)