Villain Boss Raiders [Transmigration Book]

The black shadow gradually passed through the center of the moon disk, and the dark clouds covered the deserted Lianhua, solemn and desolate, the grass was ruthless, and the people in the tower were even more lonely.

Fu Linfeng drank the wine he brought, shaking the wine glass as empty as his own mind, obviously only a few feet away from his old friends, and the distance between them has already crossed mountains and seas, and spanned millions of years in depth.

He sat outside the distant Pagoda of Eternity, thinking about tens of thousands of years later.

The artifact hovering in the air fell down and returned to the universe in the sleeve of its owner.

Xiao Yunze released from the state of meditation, and walked towards Fu Linfeng: "Heavenly Soul Nine Soul Saber left his hand, and came to see me in a separate body. What is your real body plotting?"

The split body smiled at him, and when the long sleeve fell down, it turned into a circle of fine golden dust, scattered all over the place, nowhere to be found.

Only Xiao Yunze was left in the room, and the long-lasting smell of spirits filled the air.

In the boundless space, Nan Chuan jumped in front of the Great Dream Sword. He wanted to reach out and touch the hilt of the sword, but was instantly frightened and bounced away.

"Old man, you have been studying formations longer than me, so you may be able to see what kind of formation Master is setting up here?"

Xi Fenglin shook his head, stroked his long white beard under his lips, and said: "My humble eyes are incompetent, and I can't see the meaning of Your Majesty."

Nanchuan rolled his eyes a few times.

He and Xifeng Lin Fu Linfeng were ordered to guard the three key points of the formation. The three of them were unaware of the inner mysteries of the formation.

I only know that the Great Formation needs the Great Dream Sword and the Heavenly Soul Nine Soul Sword to cut off the vitality of the trapped people in the formation, and how to use it should be controlled and arranged by the master.

This formation is extremely powerful, it can destroy the God Venerable Linai, but the two behind the artifacts suddenly failed to respond, making people suspect that the formation failed.

Nan Chuan turned around to Fu Linfeng again, and saw that he had just retracted his body, closed his eyes and stood on the mountain wall, and flew to sneer: "Is the Lord God climbing the mountain here?"

Master is not here, but this green-haired boy can toss hard.

Fu Linfeng glanced at him, too lazy to answer.

Nan Chuan was making fun of himself, wishing he could tear up the covenant immediately, take this guy back to Ming Chuan Peak to make a puppet, whip him every day as a foot-washing slave.

A white light burst out at the eye of the formation, and the man in the green robe and black hair returned to the present world.

Nan Chuan was overjoyed, and jumped down to catch Ye Fei: "Master, it's done! How many thousands of years... Congratulations, Master, for fulfilling your wish!"

Xifenglin and Fu Linfeng also arrived, the former smiled and wished the Lord great success.

It's just that the planner who should be the most happy has an inexplicable expression at this time, and there is a bit of desolation in the gloom.

Nan Chuan let go of Ye Fen's back, took a few steps back, and couldn't understand it: "Master, could it be that the old thief Li Nai hasn't been killed by you yet?"

An old thief who has lived for millions of years may indeed have a back trick.Although they made a surprise attack, there was no guarantee that there were no omissions, which gave Li Nai a chance to escape from the cage and return to the vault of God.

Ye Fei looked at his little apprentice, Infernal Affairs Suffering Wind Saber, and the villain's subordinates who were receiving the lunch box with him, as if he had lost even the strength to sigh.

He only said: "Li Nai, he is dead."

The remaining three gods breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

Fu Linfeng raised his eyes and looked back at Ye Fei: "You are thinking, how to face Li Jun next?"

Ye Fei stretched out his hand, moved a step forward, and returned the Great Dream Sword that had been pierced into the mountain wall: "Li Jun, the Son of God, was buried in the Temple of the Heavens together with the Concubine Yang Fei in the chaos."

Nan Chuan was stunned: "When did the master practice the method of speech..."

Ye Fei lowered his head and smiled lightly, brushed off the aura of destruction, raised his feet and walked out of the boundless space, pushing aside the isolation barrier with both hands.

Xifenglin followed.

Fu Linfeng walked at the back, saw that Nanchuan was still confused, and said, "It's not a spiritual method, it's a text in the history of Shenqiong in the future."

God's lawsuit against Chen records the past of Shenqiong.

Spring and Autumn are ruthless, but the things recorded are not unchangeable.

Time goes back to the big wedding.

Li Jun blinked and squeezed the hand of his wife next to him. It was his sense that something was wrong, and there was clearly something happening just now...

In the center of the hall, where the God Venerable Linai was originally standing, thick dark green smoke billowed up, and countless flying leaves with their own consciousness rushed into the air, attacking the gods.And the vines that suddenly emerged from all parts of the hall were not ordinary divine plants, they snaked on the ground and occupied all parts of the hall for a moment, and the guests with weaker divine power were all entangled by those vines around their ankles and hoisted into the air. You can't even take the initiative to get out of your soul.

The gods looked in horror at the man in green robe and black hair who was disguised as a deity and revealed his real body at this moment.

He has an incomparably handsome face, a gloomy and cold face, and a ball of green flames jumping and dancing in his hands.

Around the flames, the divine power was absorbed until exhausted.

Bai Yan's eyes widened: "Impossible! How could the Nightmare Evil Fire still exist in this world!!"

Xifenglin, Fu Linfeng and Nanchuan finally showed up, standing behind the green-robed man, obviously they had known about this for a long time.

Among the gods, those low-level gods who had been controlled by Nanchuan with the puppet strings no longer pretended to be, and raided the gods around them, and used them to claim credit for the new lord after being restrained.

Li Jun clenched Yang Fei's hand and looked directly at the leader of the attacker, the evil spirit standing in the center: "Where is my grandfather?"

Ye Fei looked at him calmly: "Dead."

"Impossible!" Li Jun couldn't accept this fact, or in other words, in his rationality, it was impossible for anyone to do this.

Ye Fei: "I will accept the lives of your Li clan today."

Li Jun let go of Yang Fei's hand, and shouted in fury: "Dream Sword, come!"

Talking about fighting means fighting, and in the chaos, the sword did not come into the master's hands as he wished.

Ye Fei slowly took out the Great Dream Sword, and flicked the blade: "You are here, looking for this?"

Li Jun was stunned.

how... how... how...

Ye Fai was still calm, unable to see any unnecessary emotions: "You are very naive."

Li Jun couldn't help but ask the question that all the gods present were asking crazily: "Who the hell are you?"

"The decaying divine court has lived a peaceful life for millions of years, but it has even forgotten the former king. No wonder it is so weak and vulnerable."

Nan Chuan made a sound at the right time, mocking ruthlessly.

Apart from them and the six great gods, only Bai Yan was present in this big wedding, so it was not difficult to deal with.The rest were all shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and they were cleaned up by the way.

Bai Yan was entangled by Xifenglin, with all kinds of rune formations mixed together, it was difficult to get distracted or get away to help Li Jun. Hearing Nan Chuan's words, he was only startled, thinking of the possible identity of this evil god.

The world forgets him, but Si Chen won't.

When Bai Yan was young, he used to practice at the priest Sichen, and he read many books, one of which vaguely mentioned some vague records about evil gods.

Bai Yan received a heavy palm from Xi Fenglin, and one of the strings broke: "Ye Fai!"

Li Jun didn't know why he heard these two words, and subconsciously felt that he should be very familiar with them.

The scene was chaotic, only the place where he was face to face with the evil god was a little quiet and there was no movement.

"I! I won't let you go!"

As soon as these words came out, the lotus flames gathered in front of Li Jun, forming a white fire sword, which was firmly held by the Son of God, and slashed at Ye Fei.

Ye Fai, just like how Li Jun dealt with the controlled self, completely avoided, allowing the lotus fire to burn the air, burning all the divine power in the entire temple of the gods.

The Son of God was furious, roared, leaped into the air, and turned into the appearance of a tiger soul beast. His huge body fell to the ground with his front legs, looking for the best attack angle, he flicked his powerful tail, rolled up Ye Fen, and dragged him outside the hall.

The tail was burned by the evil fire of Yanshi, Li Jun felt the pain, let go of the tail, and Ye Fei jumped directly on his head.

The behemoth went berserk and rolled over, trying to throw the ant-sized evil god to death.

Ye Fei frowned, jumped down voluntarily, and looked up at the tiger soul beast the size of a hill.

It was the first time he saw Li Jun's animal body in its entirety, even under such circumstances.

"Li Shi, should be destroyed."

Ye Fei raised his hand and released a ball of nightmare evil fire. The flame instantly drove back the mad Tiger Soul Beast and shrunk it down to the shape of a kitten.

The Pure World Lotus Fire can stop the Nightmare Evil Fire, but unfortunately, the current owner of the flame cannot be compared with its original owner.

Li Jun transformed from a cat body, and two mouthfuls of blood were carved on the ground. He saw the enemy who had killed his grandfather and wanted to destroy his entire family approaching step by step. His physical body was so painful that he couldn't feel it. Eyelashes glued together, vision dimmed.

Falling... how does it feel?

Father God, Mother God, am I going to go with you?

The long sword fell, blood gushed out of his neck, and the deity fell silently, with no possibility of reincarnation.

The last thing Li Jun's numb eyes saw was his newlywed wife, the Goddess Yang Fei, who jumped in front of him and blocked the sword for him.

It is not difficult to imagine that a goddess who became a god at the beginning meets the treasure of heaven and earth, the Great Dream Sword, and her body disappears, her soul flies away.

She still came.

To save him.

"Do not--!"

It wasn't until Yang Fei received the fatal sword that Li Jun came to his senses, his expression twisted to the extreme, and he let out a hysterical cry.

He dragged his already broken body, crawling and wriggling on the sacred stone, leaving a constant bloodstain line, until he crawled to Yang Fei's side, watching her disappear instantly, and his hands were bloody, unable to touch the last of her. Hair, can no longer rush her into his arms, can no longer see her catch Luohua with the palm of his hand in the courtyard.

"No... Ah Yu..."

With deep red eyes, Li Jun groped on the empty floor, trying to find evidence that his wife was still alive.

However, he was destined to be disappointed.

Nothing is gone, nothing is gone.

"Ants, is it worth your distress?"

Ye Fai held the Great Dream Sword again, this time, no one will come to rescue him.

Li Jun suddenly turned to stare at him, despair, anger, sorrow, disappointment, hatred and various emotions were intertwined, and killing intent representing extreme hatred burst out of his eyes:

"Go to hell!"

He had just stood up for two steps before being kicked back to the original place by Ye Peng.

"Just you?"

Ye Fei sneered, and with the last of his divine power, he clenched the big dream sword that was about to become uncontrollable, with the tip of the sword pointing upwards, it pierced straight into Li Jun's forehead.

Back then, because of Nanchuan, he stabbed his forehead with a sword.

Now, it is still the same part, the sword in hand has changed, and the person holding the sword is also different.

The divine sword pierced through the flesh and soul, and left a heavy mark on the forehead of the soul.

Li Jun was tormented by double pains, and with the last of his will and strength, he held the blade with one hand and let the blood in his palm flow all over the blade. The hatred in his eyes seemed to be a fusion of sharp ice edges and scorching fire:

"Go to hell."

Ye Fei sneered, turned his back, avoided looking into his eyes, and only cast a spell, knocking out Li Jun, who had no ability to resist at this time, and put him in his arms.

After doing this, the Dream Sword buzzed, and was no longer under control, flying up into the sky, hovering above Ye Fai's head.

Tiandao: [The most critical part is almost over, Ye Fai, you did a good job.It not only makes up for the plot, but also provides an infinite source of motivation for Qi Yunzi's reincarnation and revenge. 】

Ye Fei said softly: "He...he really hates me."

Tiandao: 【He hates the person who killed Yang Fei, not you. 】

Ye Fei: "I killed Yang Fei."

Tiandao was silent for a moment before saying: [This is the direction this world should have. 】

After the dust settled in the hall, Xifenglin and Fu Linfeng came back with the subdued Bai Yan and other deities.

Ye Fei quietly put away the blood-stained button on the ground, and glanced at the unconscious Bai Yan: "From then on, I live in the Temple of the Heavens."

Xi Fenglin smiled knowingly when he thought of the Suohe Tiangong that he would get immediately.

Fu Linfeng asked, "Where's Li Jun?"

Ye Fei turned around and stepped into the Temple of the Gods. In an instant, he wiped away all the traces of history in the hall with his sleeve, the red color of weddings, the red color of blood, and the red color of falling flowers.

The door of the hall closed by itself, deserted.

Ye Fei looked at Fu Linfeng who was waiting for his reply outside the hall: "Dead."

Whoever asks, he only has this one sentence.

Li Jun is dead.

The author has something to say:

The part about Mengcang is coming soon.

This paragraph of Calvin is very serious.

How cool is the knife today?