Fantasy script: I am the villain of destiny

Just when the three of them stepped into the jade gate on the cloud and entered the next floor, a figure staggered and slammed in from the outside world.

Although Zhao Dao's injuries had been fully healed under the top elixir, he was still very embarrassed.

The moment he crashed in, he roared furiously with mad hair and beard.

"Qingyi, get out of here!"

The wind was blowing like a wolf howling. Ye Xuan and the three had already left. Naturally, no one responded to him. He was the only one left in the wind.

Zhao Dao gritted his teeth, unexpectedly taking another step slower.

He looked at the fallen Fire Spirit Race Saint King in the distance, narrowed his eyes, raised his feet and was about to look forward, but a sudden coercion came suddenly.

Zhao Dao's face was distorted, but he couldn't resist the sudden pressure, and he stumbled and fell again.

The deafening roar resounded throughout the entire small world, as if there were several powerful warriors in the Venerable Martial Realm bombarding the open space.

It lasted for half a stick of incense before it slowly ended.

I saw Zhao Dao lying in the deep pit that had been blasted out abruptly, his whole body scorched black and fleshy, as if he was dead and motionless.

After a long time, Zhao Dao's fingers moved slightly, and his palms with his face buried in the soil slowly clenched the soil tightly, gnashing his teeth as if the voice of an evil spirit came from the soil.

"Qing...yi...zheng...one I'm going to...kill...you."

Poor baby, even the target of revenge is wrong.

If Wan Tiansheng saw the scene in front of him, he would be very shocked. After all, the formation he set up was originally expected to deal with the enemy, at least a dozen strong martial artists. After all, in his opinion, Zhao Dao died long ago. It is absolutely impossible to step into the lightning formation outside the town's holy tower.

However, Zhao Dao had to bear all of the five killing formations aimed at the more than a dozen high-ranking warriors, and the most important thing is that they have not died yet?

There have been two ambushes in a row. Zhao Dao has traveled the world for so many years, and he has never seen such a despicable and shameless person!

Both physically and mentally, Zhao Dao felt incomparably angry and resentful at this time. Most importantly, he felt that something that seemed to belong to him was taken away by them who had already left.

Zhao Dao couldn't let them go even if he died!

On the second floor of the Zhensheng Tower, Wan Tiansheng, who was also under coercion as soon as he came in, struggled to get up, and quickly used the magic trick to run the whole body's infuriating energy, and finally took a breath and said.

"The coercion on this floor is too outrageous, and it is completely different from the first floor. If we go on like this, let alone the last floor, I am afraid that we will be forced by this inexplicable coercion in the middle. crushed."

Zheng Yi's expression was slightly pale, but at least it was a little better than Wan Tiansheng's state, he opened his eyes and said helplessly.

"It's us, and that doesn't include celebration."

I saw Ye Xuan standing in front of him, looking around at the surrounding environment as if he was not affected by the coercion.

Wan Tiansheng also shook his head helplessly. Compared with a monster like Qingyi, it was simply looking for abuse. It was already very difficult for them to withstand this coercion, but Qingyi had nothing to do.

You must know that the oppression they are suffering now is even enough to compare with the eighth level of the Venerable Martial Realm.

Ye Xuan glanced at them and said with a smile: "You can be content, if I guessed correctly, the pressure of Santa Claus in this town increases with each level, and the higher the level, the more pressure it has to bear. Big, this is a good opportunity to exercise your physique, you think that there will be a supreme martial artist at any time who will experience you all the time."

Wan Tiansheng sighed and said: "I'm afraid that there is such a blessing, but there is no such fate."

Zheng Yi said solemnly: "Just resisting this coercion is enough. I'm afraid we won't be able to help you."

Ye Xuan waved his hand and said, "No need, just help me swarm and watch my performance."

After saying that, Ye Xuan turned around and strode forward, leaving only Wan Tiansheng and Zhengyi to look at each other with a wry smile.

Wan Tiansheng sighed lightly, and took out the opportunity he obtained in the first floor, which was a good magic weapon, playing in his hands.

"I never imagined that I would also become a burden one day."

As soon as he stared at Ye Xuan's back, he suddenly said, "Holy Man, how do you feel about Qingyi?"

Wan Tiansheng was stunned for a while, and said of course: "It's very good, strong, courageous and resourceful, and the most important thing is that the blessing is deep. Since we joined forces to act together, we have gained a lot of luck along the way and gained a lot of opportunities."

"And this guy, people did say it in the past..."

Wan Tiansheng suddenly looked at Zhengyi with horror on his face, and even moved his butt back a few steps.

"You wouldn't be..."

Zhengyi's face turned black immediately, and he said angrily, "Do you believe that I'll slap you?"

Wan Tiansheng breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as it's not in that aspect, otherwise I'll feel very dangerous."

Zhengyi murmured to himself: "I just think that if this continues, I'm afraid we don't even have the qualifications to stand next to him."

The magic weapon that Wan Tiansheng was playing with stopped and remained silent.

In fact, he can't feel it. From the beginning of knowing each other and being able to help each other, now he can only watch Qingyi fight alone, and he feels more and more powerless.

It's just limited by the force of strength, even if you want to go up and fight side by side, you can't do it.

"Sometimes I actually wonder if the two of us are already holding back the celebration."

Zheng Yi slowly exhaled the turbid breath, and laughed to himself: "I never imagined that our two dignified sons would have such a damned idea."

He raised his hands and slapped his cheeks suddenly, his eyes firm.

"Sage of Ten Thousand Heavens, the world of heaven and earth will be in chaos in the future, and sometimes it is not necessarily a bad thing that the absolute future will go earlier."

Wan Tiansheng asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

He was standing up slowly under the pressure like a mountain, panting with his hands on his knees and grinning: "Since you want to be qualified to fight side by side with Qingyi in the future, you must improve your strength. Even if you can't overcome the pressure, how can you be qualified to be a brother?"

And I don't know if I felt Zhengyi's resistance, the pressure that came was actually increased again.

Wan Tiansheng stared blankly at Zheng Yi, who was sweating profusely and struggled to get up. His originally sloppy complexion gradually became serious, and he swayed casually but barely stood up.

"Riding on a horse, you're right, if you are afraid of even this bit of coercion, how can you get along, I'll fight!"

As the pressure gradually increased, the two of them made a sound like a firecracker, gnashing their teeth profusely, and even the corners of their mouths slowly overflowed with scarlet blood.

However, they did not fall down from the beginning to the end, and they firmly propped up their spines under the coercion.

Two people, both broken mirrors.