Fantasy I am a super villain

Both Ji Yunwei and Yingrong are one of the Six Heavens.

The strength of the two is much stronger than that of Black Mountain. Each of them cultivated more than two hundred immortal qi in their bodies. With a breath of immortal qi, the immortal way and treasure skills they displayed were comparable to other people who were at the same level as the immortal master. , a thousand times stronger.

The two fought against each other, passed a hundred moves in an instant, and fought to the back.

The phantom of the bodhisattva on Yingrong's body has turned into thousands of hands and faces, constantly rotating, and the power of the treasures released is different according to the face.

Next to Ji Yunwei is a floating mirror of thousands of lights. Every skill she uses is assisted by the reflection of the mirror, as if a thousand people shot.

The earth roared.

The void trembled.

This space faintly couldn't resist the aftermath of the fight between the two.

"Goddess, we won't get any good results if we continue to fight, why don't you and I share the power of the ancestral dragon here together."

Yingrong took the initiative to propose.

With the strength of the two of them, although this land of ancestral dragons is special, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold it for too long.

Ji Yunwei looked cold and said nothing.

"Goddess, do you really want to fight to the death or not?" Yingrong's tone turned cold, "It will not do you or me any good if this place is broken. Once the power of the ancestral dragon leaks out, it will definitely attract the emperor's attention. Or should I say, You have to explain to Dijun, why are you here?"

Ji Yunwei's voice was cold: "Don't you need to explain?"

Yingrong giggled: "I'm easy to explain, the emperor of my cauldron method also knows, isn't it normal that there is my cauldron in the Dayang Immortal Dynasty?"

"It's you."

There was a hint of playfulness in her eyes: "I don't remember that the goddess also has the means to cultivate the cauldron, or...you came here with the people from the Dayang Immortal Dynasty? No wonder I have never had any clues about your identity , so you hid it so deeply."

Yingrong is not an idiot either, she has lived for tens of thousands of years, and many key details can be understood instantly as long as she thinks about it.

It is definitely not a coincidence that this goddess appeared here, and her true identity is also ready to be revealed.

Ji Yunwei's expression darkened.

The worst thing happened.

Before, she was still rejoicing that it didn't matter if her identity was known by a Devouring Dao, but now, not only was it exposed, but it was also exposed to the person she hated the most.

With Yingrong's means, after searching for the people who followed the Dayang Immortal Dynasty this time, she was able to lock on the identity of her princess in an instant.

If she was really exposed to the Emperor of Heavenly Misfortune, what awaited her would definitely not be a good result.

"Hey, it doesn't seem to work over there."

Right now.

Yingrong frowned, and suddenly looked at the center.

In the golden mountains of wandering dragons, Ji Yunhao's body had reached its limit.

The endless power of the ancestral dragon was still pouring into his body, but Ji Yunhao felt that his body had begun to collapse.

Snapped.

As the first cell was exploded, more and more forces began to uncontrollable, surging from all directions.

"No!"

"I can't die here!"

Ji Yunhao's eyes were red, and he screamed angrily. He mobilized all his immortal energy, but he still couldn't hide his physical collapse. Pieces of cells exploded, and countless forces shattered his body. I can't keep up at all.

If this continues, without a cup of tea, his body will be directly swallowed by the power of the ancestral dragon, and instead become the nutrient of the blood power here.

Ji Yunwei and Yingrong paused when they made a move, their eyes frowning tightly.

"If such power is wasted, it would be too reckless."

Divine light was released from the pupils of the baby's face, and the phantom of the bodhisattva behind him swelled and became larger in an instant, and in an instant, there were stars as big as the goddess, and the goddess was included in it.

Ji Yunwei was distracted for a while, and was wrapped in the phantom of the other party, and the boundless ravings rang out in her ears, as if she had fallen into the prison of lust, her five senses were closed, and all she could see was white flesh.

"Heavenly Maid Prison!"

Ji Yunwei's expression changed.

This is one of the powers bestowed by the Heavenly Calamity Emperor to the Six Heavenly Congregation. With the help of power, they can transform the hell space that disrupts the heaven and earth, and restrain anyone who enters it.

Once trapped, not only is it difficult to break free, but also bear the power of hell under their control.

Even though they are both members of the heavenly group, but their strengths are different, Ji Yunwei cannot avoid it and sinks into it.

She had been guarding against this method before, as long as she was blessed by the Mirror Prison, she would not be afraid of anything, but she did not expect that because of Ji Yunhao's collapse, she would relax a little and be found a gap.

Now she is deeply trapped in the Heavenly Maiden Prison, and she needs to calmly deal with the scene of demons dancing here, and has no time for others.

As for the Land of Ancestral Dragons...

It seems that it is going to become the baby's bag.

Ji Yunwei sighed.

In the end, there was no way to stop her.

She urged her own mirror prison to divide the space, and wanted to escape, but it was obvious that Yingrong would not let her go so easily. The space in the heavenly maid prison was changing, layer upon layer, and it was impossible to escape for a while.

outside.

Yingrong smiled lightly, and a stern light flashed in his eyes.

"The result is not mine yet."

"When I get the power of the ancestral dragon here, the accounts between us will be settled slowly."

She stopped caring about the goddess, turned to Ji Yunhao over there, and pressed her snow-white slender arm down. She planned to break Ji Yunhao's body first, so that the power of the ancestor dragon could be fully erupted, and then draw the power of the blood in it.

Right now.

Yingrong suddenly stopped her palms, and she looked forward with some doubts.

A figure suddenly walked out beside Ji Yunhao.

"That is……"

"The devouring way?"

Yingrong took a careful look at the white robe, and suddenly couldn't help but laugh.

She didn't expect that the other party didn't leave. She should have been taken away by the goddess before, and then went back again?

"It's also a lifeless one."

Yingrong folded her hands, her figure floated down, her eyes were filled with pink light, her whole body was full of breath, and her voice sounded softly: "Dao Gu, today you will be my facial pet obediently."

Boundless phantoms appeared, and countless women descended from all directions, and this place turned into her palace in an instant, and all the jade bodies were displayed everywhere.

None of the previous pure-blood royal families could resist her charm, let alone a mere immortal cultivator.

She has been curious about Lu Wuchen for a long time, and she also thought that it was to target him, so she got this harvest, but now, she just caught them all in one go.

"Swallowed, still not coming."

The soft, sweet, cool and gentle voices resounded together, and there was always a voice that pointed directly at the heart.

Lu Wuchen looked over.

Yingrong smiled sweetly, waved her hand, and was about to say something, but the next moment, her body froze suddenly, and a great chill enveloped her instantly.

In her field of vision, Lu Wuchen was still out of the dust, plump and handsome, like a banished fairy.At this moment, I raised my head and looked from afar, but the moment my eyes came into contact, a creepy feeling swept over my whole body instantly, and my face changed dramatically.

Yingrong felt that the scenery in front of her was shattered layer by layer, and Lu Wuchen's dark eyes instantly expanded a hundred times, and they were firmly locked in front of her.

A mass of pitch-black light diffused, and a terrifying black mist wrapped around Lu Wuchen's body.

This mist is full of sneakiness and ominousness, as if there are hundreds of millions of ancient demons barking their teeth and claws in it, trying to bring disaster to the heavens.

Click!

The world collapsed.

Where Lu Wuchen was standing over there, there were countless cracks in the void, and Yingrong's eyes caught him at a glance, but what caught his eyes was not Lu Wuchen's figure at all.

It was a terrifying phantom supporting the sky and the earth.

The myriad hands of the ancient statues of heretics appeared behind the chaotic mist, and the originally blurred phantoms became more and more condensed, and they already had entities.

Just glanced at the ancient statue.

Thousands of endless eyes, big and small, slanted horizontally and vertically, unfolded on the surface of the ancient god statue.

Distorted, chaotic, endless, empty...

Numerous perceptions rushed over.

Yingrong let out a muffled snort, blood flowed from her eye sockets, her expression was startled and full.

"Useless?"

"My method of mercy has no effect on him?"

"Also, what kind of dharma is that?"

A kind of fear that remained in the depths of the soul suddenly emerged, almost indelible, and swallowed the baby's face like a tide.

Yingrong almost froze, just looking at the opponent, she felt an invincible sense of disillusionment.

Devour?

Loose cultivators follow the crowd?

Is this really the person I saw before?