I'm Really a Villain!

"You know me?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Naturally, otherwise how would you have entered my gym," the old Taoist said with a smile.

"Are you sure you didn't recognize the wrong person?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Why do I have no impression of you at all."

"Think about it carefully, you have been here before," said the old Taoist.

"I've been here?" Xu Zimo was taken aback for a moment.

He frowned slightly, but he didn't have the slightest impression.

"Forget it, when you come back to life again, you will lose a lot of memories," the old Taoist sighed.

I saw the fly whisk in his hand wave.

The artistic conception of Tao spread out, and he said calmly: "Today's class is over, you all retreat."

Chapter 1127 Hundreds of millions of years of thinking, in the Valley of Thousand Flowers

"Disciple step down," many disciples bowed and bowed, and then slowly walked out of the hall.

After everyone left, the old Taoist stood up and walked down from the high platform step by step.

When he walked over, that thin figure seemed to have an imposing manner.

In the already aged body, there is boundless power and influence, which is daunting.

"Old man, just speak up if you have anything to say, there's no need to beat around the bush," Xu Zimo replied.

"I can't say," the old man shook his head.

Pointing to the sky with his finger, he replied: "There is a god when you raise your head three feet up."

"You believe in the way of heaven?" Xu Zimo sneered.

"I don't believe it, but we are all practicing under the way of heaven, you have to believe it if you don't believe it," said the old Taoist.

"Who are you?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Old man, an old man you have forgotten," said the old Taoist.

He looked at Xu Zimo carefully.

Said: "You are very similar to him, but I know that you are not him, and you will never be.

He died, that is, forever.

When he comes back, it's impossible to be him again. "

"I don't understand what you're saying," Xu Zimo shook his head.

"What era is it now?" the old man asked.

"I'm not very clear. I heard from others that the Middle Ages has just passed, and now it's the new calendar year," Xu Zimo replied.

Regarding the division of time, Miss Jing had told him before.

After the Middle Ages, the Nine Regions were divided into the old calendar year and the new calendar year.

"What about before the Middle Ages?" The old Taoist continued to ask.

"It's the ancient times," Xu Zimo replied.

"Before ancient times?"

"The ancient times, and then the ancient times."

"It's been so long," the old man muttered to himself, in a voice that Xu Zimo couldn't hear clearly.

"What's wrong?" Xu Zimo asked.

"You're wrong, from ancient times to the past, not the ancient times, but another era," the old man said with cloudy eyes.

Staring at the front in a daze, he was silent for a long time.

Just now he said: "Although that era was very short.

But it is extremely bright and fascinating.

We call it... The Devil's Presence. "

After the words fell, Xu Zimo froze in place.

He felt for a moment as if there were many mysteries lingering in his mind.

"Mo Lin, has the Nine Regions also experienced the era of the Demon Race?"

As far as he knew, the demon master of the previous generation should have died in battle in the previous era.

Then the epoch was destroyed, and the universe was born with this epoch.

But not all the demons fell, and many people survived.

Part of it was sealed in the ancient magic cave.

Another part, like Baimon, fell into a deep sleep.

"Can you go into more detail?" Xu Zimo asked.

"You have to find the answer by yourself. This is tempering and experience." The old man shook his head and said.

"Mo Lin, what kind of era was that?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Only those who have really experienced that era can understand, I can't say," the old man shook his head.

"I exist, just want to tell you one thing."

"What?" Xu Zimo asked with a frown.

"Not everyone in this world is your enemy, you can borrow from many like-minded people," said the old man.

He slowly took out a list and handed it to Xu Zimo.

Xu Zimo picked up the list and glanced at it briefly.

The names of countless people are densely written on it.

"The Lord of the Nether Realm,

Candles in the fiery realm,

The end of a thousand disasters in the Ghost and God Realm.

......"

"What are these?" Xu Zimo asked.

"An available person," the old Taoist replied.

"how to use?"

"Then it's up to you," the old man said with a smile.

"Use or reuse?

If you walk the road that you didn't finish hundreds of millions of years ago, don't repeat the same mistakes and fail again. "

"Who are you?" Xu Zimo asked.

"What you see now is an illusion, it doesn't matter who I am," the old Taoist shook his head and replied.

"Because these illusions are left by me hundreds of millions of years ago, when you see them, I don't know if I still exist."

"Phantom?" Xu Zimo looked around.

This hall, the white jade stone under the feet, and the entire chaotic stream are all so real.

If it was an illusion, even he felt it was weird, but he didn't find anything abnormal.

This old way of setting up illusions is a bit too scary.

"Remember, to be successful is not only for yourself, or the demons, but also for us," said the old man, waving his hand.

After his words fell, Xu Zimo realized that the void he was in was disappearing little by little.

Starting from Laojun Temple, the two disciples in front of the gate, and down the mountain, the woodcutter carrying firewood all disappeared little by little.

Until the end, even the old Taoist began to disappear.

A thought that has existed for hundreds of millions of years.

It was as if a corpse was sealed in a crystal coffin, and if it was opened to the air one day, it would instantly oxidize and become nothing.

When Xu Zimo turned his gaze again, he found that his figure was still standing in the chaotic cloud stream.

Behind him is the Black Water Lake, and in front of him there is no gymnasium, no woodcutter, and no so-called climbing ladder.

It is a valley full of flowers.

This valley is very large, and it is oval in shape when viewed from the outside.

All kinds of flowers and plants are planted all around.

The cherished flowers and plants include Lingzhi, Zhu Rongzhi, Nie Kongcao, Juechenhua...

Some rare and even lost herbs are also available.

Nine-tailed nightshade flower, ancient deep sweetness, dragon heart nine-leaf clover, magic blood spirit fruit pulp, immortal grass, colorful moon orchid...

There are simply too many to count.

You can smell the fragrance of flowers from a very long distance.

The overwhelming fragrance of flowers is oncoming.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a paradise.

Xu Zimo stared blankly at everything in front of him, if it wasn't for the densely packed names written on the paper in his hand.

Everything just now made him feel a little unreal.

He silently put away the piece of paper.