I Am the Fated Villain - Chapter 1203.0

[1204 The breath of the great Lord of Darkness, he is my master]

1204 The

breath of the great master of black disaster, he is my master Accidentally opened by outsiders.

Now, that exotic treasure, after a long period of corrosion, the rune is dim, and its power is far less than before, and it has finally failed.

Several ancestral realms joined forces, and they were destroyed in an instant, and they were blown up into smashed pieces of business.

As a result, the so-called land of immortality here naturally loses the most effective barrier.

On the top floor of the Town Demon Tower, the black-robed old man looked at this scene, his eyes were fierce and excited, he stood up, and seemed to be able to break free from it.

All the backhands and seals left by the ancestors of the Jing Clan will soon be completely invalid, and the Demon Sealing Pagoda will not be able to hold me down.

Over the years, in order to survive, I will take care of these descendants of the Jing Clan. . ．．．．．

As soon as I get out of trouble, they are the rations that will help me get back into full bloom.

He let out a cold and low laughter, as if it came from Jiuyou Hell, it was chilling.

In the Demon Sealing Pagoda, all the ancestors of the Jing Clan were staring at them on the top floor with cold eyes.

The sky outside the ancient pagoda is like a transparent sky, reflecting the surging fog.

Boundless, as if to be pushed from another distant universe, submerging this place.

One after another, flaming and dazzling beams of light connected the heaven and earth, thick and boundless, constantly bombarded and fell, causing the entire sky to tremble.

Many ancestors of the Jing Clan looked at them in shock from the ancient pagoda, with expressions of surprise and excitement on their faces, as if they wanted to watch the entire sky break under the violent bombardment of this energy.

In their opinion, this must be because outsiders are attacking this place.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a member of the Jing clan or the rest of the forces.

As long as they can break down here, it means that they have a chance to see the sun again and leave this place.

At the same time, in the deepest part of this great world, there is a deep void that is always filled with darkness.

A spring, the size of dozens of people hugging each other, slowly rises and falls in this void, like an ancient well.

A wisp of icy cold air intertwined and diffused out, lingering around, constantly infiltrating from it to the surrounding.

However, the dark atmosphere here is too strong, and even if the Dao Realm exists, it may not be able to spy on the surrounding scene.

The only light is the faint glow from the spring.

Faintly, a slender and fuzzy figure can be seen, sitting cross-legged in it, the whole body is white and flawless, like it was carved out of immortal jade, and the face is not real. Sometimes it is shrouded in the rays of the sun, and sometimes it is washed away by the dark aura.

And behind this figure, stands a closed door. The portal does not look tall, and the material is ancient and vicissitudes of life, like a bronze cast.

Some places are full of rust and blood, as if they had been through countless fights and fights.

The faint glow of this place is revealed from this portal, like a candle lit in the darkness, which is particularly obvious.

At this moment, it seems to feel the fluctuating aura of the outside world.

[End of this Chapter]