As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Chapter 230 If you don’t want to, just die (1)

The wind blade was as fast as lightning.

It's really like lightning.

Bai Yuan and the tomb keeper were originally more than ten feet apart. This distance could not be long or short. Although Bai Yuan did not expect that the tomb keeper would actually take action as soon as he said it, and his reaction was a little slow, but The speed of the wind blade is really heartbreaking, but as soon as it was released, it was already in front of Bai Yuan's eyes.

As a magician, Bai Yuan has never seen such a fast and powerful wind blade. It is dozens of times faster than ordinary wind blades, giving this wind blade a destructive power comparable to the level of a sub-forbidden curse. , even with Bai Yuan's strength, he could barely turn around.

The next moment, only a chirping sound was heard, the wind blade almost whizzed past Bai Yuan's ear, and a few long silver-white hair fell in the air.

At that moment, Baiyuan's pupils shrank, and goosebumps appeared on her skin.

I thought that after absorbing the heart of an angel and even breaking through the legendary eight stars, few people in this world could match my strength. But who would have thought that just in this Twilight Temple, an old man would just come out and... Completely crushing his own strength.

At that moment, Bai Yuan really smelled the breath of death.

The charming little face turned pale instantly, but when Bai Yuan looked at the old man's position again, she suddenly found that the old man had disappeared without a trace, and the original place was deserted.

With a chill in her heart, Bai Yuan secretly cried out.

At this moment, a sharp sound of wind suddenly came from behind.

The old man's figure appeared behind Bai Yuan at some point. He picked up the rusty shovel in his hand and hit Bai Yuan on the back of the head.

The shovel was not very fast, and its falling speed could even be called slow.

However, every inch of the fall carries the aura of heaviness and vitality.

The surrounding space seemed to be distorted because of this. Just where the shovel fell, traces like water gradually appeared all around, which lasted for a long time.

Bai Yuan was horrified. This old man had extraordinary strength. Although he used some unattractive little magic, these magics could burst out with earth-shattering power. If the shovel behind her back was really photographed, her whole body, not to mention her head, would be turned into minced meat in an instant.

At that moment, Bai Yuan tried to escape.

But just when this idea came to her mind, she found that her legs seemed to be completely out of control. They were rooted to the ground and remained motionless no matter how much they were urged.

Some kind of invisible pressure seemed to have formed some kind of powerful blockade on her from all directions, locking her in place.

Bai Yuan suddenly had a thought in his heart: I'm afraid I'm really going to die here now!

But at this moment, Bai Yuan only saw a figure appearing beside him among the lightning and flint.

The next moment...

Clang!

boom!

A violent roar suddenly rang out in the imperial mausoleum. The sound was like a bell exploding. In an instant, everyone's minds were buzzing, and their minds were about to turn into chaos.

It's Ron.

At this moment, Ron seemed to have completely changed into a different look. Golden dragon scales were densely growing on Ron's body, spreading to his neck. His arms were completely covered by dragon scales, and his hands turned into Golden dragon claw.

Ever since he guessed that the gravekeeper might be a puppet of fate, Ron no longer dared to look down upon the old man in rags and linen clothes.

The puppets of fate do not have the shackles that fate has added to the creatures of this world. Their strength is probably unimaginably strong. What's more, this old thing has lived for at least eight thousand years. If he was born from the Twilight Dynasty Until now, the tomb keeper has not been replaced, and the longevity of the life is even more unimaginable. The life span is only tens of thousands of years, and Ron does not dare to carry any of it.

It is said that turtles that are thousands of years old and turtles that are thousands of years old, such as old turtles, know how terrifying it is when all their strength is unleashed. This is exactly the case, so on the way over, Ron directly activated the half-dragon transformation. , use your strongest state to face the enemy. But even so, Ron still underestimated the tombkeeper.

The moment Ron's dragon claw collided with the shovel, Ron felt an unprecedented power suddenly penetrate his whole body through his arm. It was not a shovel at all, but more like a Dulles Mountain Range.

Who would have thought that this tombkeeper was just a mage, but he could be so terrifying in terms of power.

Ron's legs softened and he almost fell to his knees on the ground.

The surging pressure seeped into his feet, and Ron's entire body sank half way down at this moment. His calves were completely submerged into the hard ground below, and dense cracks suddenly appeared on the floor paved with boulders.

Not to mention that, with a pop, the blood vessels on Ron's arm burst, and countless blood mist spread out from the dragon scales. The blood flowed like a stream, falling to the ground along the gaps in the dragon scales.

There were even cracks all over the pair of dragon claws, almost breaking into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, there was a violent impact swinging around.

The entire imperial mausoleum was instantly filled with smoke and dust. Countless thigh-thick chains were shaking violently in mid-air, making clattering noises. Many coffins nearby were clattering, and the surging impact curved like a tsunami and spread to the surrounding areas. Strange gaps were immediately cut out on the stone wall, and all the surrounding stone walls seemed to have had more than one layer scraped off.

And this is just a light attack by the tombkeeper. If this guy is really allowed to attack with all his strength, what kind of damage will it cause?

This is not an existence that I can fight against now.

In an instant, Ron had such thoughts in his mind.

Ron is not the kind of fool who doesn't know what to do, and does what he knows he can't do.

"Huh? You little kid is very interesting. You can actually hold up a shovel from the old man." A slight surprise finally appeared on the wrinkled face of the tombkeeper.

As a tomb keeper... Although he is not the first generation tomb keeper, he has guarded this imperial tomb for more than 10,000 years.

Although he is a person favored by destiny, he is not immortal.

In the Dusk Temple, eight thousand years of sun and moon have exhausted his lifespan. The only thing he cares about now is to find a suitable person to pass on his legacy.

Apart from the Twilight Tribe, this was the first time he had seen such a powerful existence. The little girl before had already made the tombkeeper happy and thought it was a good candidate to inherit his legacy. But who would have thought that this boy Seems more talented. The shovel just now was just a random attack, but its destructive power should not be underestimated. Who would have thought that this person could actually resist it.

"Baby, you're not bad, are you interested in inheriting my mantle..." The gravekeeper's wrinkled old face once again showed a smile, and he asked Ron.

Are you kidding me?

I have a brain cramp, I want to inherit your mantle.

What are the benefits of being a tombkeeper?

Even if he has a life span of eight thousand years, he will only stay here with his coffin.

What is the difference between these eight thousand years of life and a prison? Ron doesn't want to waste his good years on such things.

"Dad, you really know how to joke." Ron spit out a mouthful of blood and grinned.

"Really? If you don't want to, then go and die." The tombkeeper has no intention of forcing anyone. If you are willing to agree, then he will accept you as his apprentice. If you are not willing to agree, then he will kill you. It's as simple as that. Neat and neat, no sloppiness at all.

There are so many talented people in this world, and there are really no fewer than these one or two. At worst, if you go out and look for them, you can always meet some suitable candidates.

Thinking in his mind, he raised the shovel in his hand and slapped Ron on the head.

　The first chapter is presented.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)