I’m Really a Villain

"Elder Heiyan, what's the situation in the Painting Palace?" the Great Elder asked.

"I've already checked. There are restrictions in the Painting Palace, and only those under the age of fifty can enter," Elder Heiyan replied.

"That's okay, just let the disciples go in," the Great Elder said with a smile.

Many ancestors left inheritance, either for their own descendants or for those who are looking for inheritance.

Therefore, most inheritances are limited, and the ancestors who left the inheritance certainly do not want the older generation to snatch their inheritance.

This is why many sects have to bring some disciples when they come, and they have already thought of this possibility.

"Is it possible to break this restriction?" Elder Xing of the Holy Sun Sect asked after thinking for a while.

"What kind of existence is painting ruthless? How can we break the prohibition he set up?" Elder Heiyan shook his head and said, "It is possible unless we use the emperor's real weapon, but according to my observation, once we forcibly break the restriction, the painting The palace will destroy itself."

"In that case, let the disciples go, open the painting palace tomorrow morning and enter together," the elder said after thinking for a while.

The elders of the other two sects also nodded in agreement.

The Great Elder turned around and looked at the densely packed casual cultivators waiting for inheritance, and said loudly: "According to the negotiation between our three sects, we will all enter the Painting Palace tomorrow morning.

The disciples of the three sects go in first, and the others follow closely. Pay attention to order. If someone creates chaos, they will bear the consequences. "

The Great Elder's voice was so loud that it almost spread throughout Ziyang City.

Hearing that the painting palace is about to open, everyone is gearing up and eager to try.

If there is any lucky person who can get the inheritance of Huaruiqing, it will be a great opportunity to leap to the dragon's gate.

Because the time was set for tomorrow morning, many people gathered here also gradually dispersed and returned to the inn they rented.

Xu Zimo was about to find an inn to rest for the night, but just after walking a few steps, he heard someone calling his name.

He raised his head slightly, and saw Meng Kuo standing by the window on the second floor of the restaurant next to him and shouting at himself.

Meng Kuo is the eldest disciple of his father Xu Qingshan, who often played with Xu Zimo when he was young.

It's just that they were busy practicing afterwards, and the two haven't seen each other for a long time.

For warriors like Meng Kuo who have already reached the peak of the Venerable Vessel Realm and are about to advance to the Emperor Vessel Realm, it doesn't really mean much to stay in the Zhenwu Sacred Sect.

They spend most of their time outside the sect to practice and hone themselves.

Xu Zimo originally didn't intend to join Zhenwu Shengzong, he thought that he could go in alone.

Anyway, he had been to the Painting Palace in his previous life, and he knew many things in it.

It's just that now that Meng Kuo saw it, he couldn't hide it anymore.

Walking slowly up to the second floor of the restaurant, Meng Kuo looked at Xu Zimo and said with a smile, "Junior Brother, why are you here?"

"I also came out to practice. I just heard the news of the birth of Hua Gong, so I came to join in the fun," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

Meng Kuo is 1.9 meters tall, looks very tall, and the muscles all over his body are highly raised, giving the impression of great strength.

He was wearing a black robe, covering his tall body completely in the black robe.

The hair on the top of his head is a bit like an afro, with some natural curls, all messed up around.

"Brother Meng, when did you come back?" Xu Zimo said as he walked upstairs.

He looked around, only to realize that the second floor should be the gathering place for many sect disciples.

There are not only disciples of Zhenwu Sect, but also disciples of Purgatory Sacred Sect, Shenri Sacred Sect, and other ordinary sects.

"It was only a few days after I came back, and the master asked me to come to the painting palace with the great elder," Meng Kuo said with a smile, "Maybe it's a chance that allows me to break through the emperor's vein."

Xu Zimo nodded with a smile, he knew that Meng Kuo had been trapped in the Zunmai Realm for a long time.

The later stages of a martial artist's cultivation become more difficult, and the resistance to opening the pulse gate also increases exponentially.

"Since you're here, come in with me tomorrow, just to protect you," Meng Kuo said with a smile.

Xu Zimo nodded and did not object, because he knew that when everyone entered the painting palace, they would be separated individually.

No one knows which area they will be assigned to.

Xu Zimo was chatting with Meng Kuo when he saw a man and a woman approaching.

The woman is the saintess of Purgatory Holy Sect, while the man is wearing a black robe, and his face is covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of hazy eyes.

"What's the matter?" Meng Kuo looked at the two, frowned, and asked.

"Brother, he was the one who chopped me up before," Sha Qinghua pointed at Xu Zimo and said to the man in black.

The man in black glanced at Xu Zimo, his eyes were calm, like a pool of stagnant water.

It seemed to be looking at a dead person, very gloomy.

"Tian Mozi, what do you want to do?" Meng Kuo slapped the table angrily and asked aggressively.

This man is the holy son of the generation of Purgatory Sacred Sect. Few people know his real name, and most people call him Tianmozi.

Tian Mozi took a flat look at Meng Kuo, then looked at Xu Zimo, with a strong depression in his voice, he said lightly: "No one can hurt my sister, this time I will let you go.

If there is another time, even if you are the crown prince of Zhenwu Shengzong, I will still tear you to pieces. "

"Tian Mozi, do you want to start a war with our Holy Sect?" Meng Kuo said with an embarrassed face.

However, Tian Mozi ignored Meng Kuo from the beginning to the end, and just stared at Xu Zimo.

"It's okay, Senior Brother Meng," Xu Zimo smiled and shook his head towards Meng Kuo.

Then he looked at Tian Mozi and said calmly: "You should take care of your sister and let her not provoke me."

As Xu Zimo said, he stretched out his right hand and grasped a fist in his right hand. The fist made a "bang bang bang" sound because of the clenched fist.

"Otherwise, next time, I will smash her head, ruthlessly and ruthlessly, like a watermelon, and then feed it to the dogs."

As Xu Zimo was talking, he grinned like a devil in the sky. His laughter was very soft, but there was an unimaginable madness in those eyes.

Tian Mozi's expression froze, he saw his own shadow in Xu Zimo's body.

To some extent, the two are very similar, both like an extreme lunatic, the kind who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal.

Tian Mozi took a deep look at Xu Zimo, then turned around and left.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Sha Qinghua followed with some doubts.

"Don't mess with him in the future," Tian Mozi returned to his seat and said flatly.

"Why?" Sha Qinghua was puzzled.

"He will kill you."