Overturning the world: playing the villain at the beginning

"Senior brother, after many years, your appearance is still the same as before, the same."

The old man's face is old, and the years have left countless wrinkles on his face.

A dazed look appeared on the face of the martyr. He had been sealed away for many years, and the face of the former person was already old. He couldn't recognize who the person in front of him was for a moment.

After frowning and remembering for a long time, the martyr finally remembered who the person in front of him was.

"You are, Junior Brother Shi Yi?"

Seeing that the martyr was not as excited as before, the old Taoist withdrew his sword, bowed his hands and bowed to the martyr, "Senior brother can still recognize the time. Unlike senior brother, my appearance is old and very different from the past."

The martyr looked solemn, "Your horoscope is the same as before, so I will recognize it naturally."

The old Taoist laughed loudly: "I actually forgot that senior brother knows people, and he doesn't always look at their appearance."

The old Taoist stared at Ren Zha, who was lying on the ground. Although the spread of purple spots was restrained by the wooden sword, he was also tortured by the corpse's aura.

"I know that senior brother was wronged for what happened back then, but it has been so long, and the person from back then has been dead for a long time, why bother to vent your anger on a mortal?"

"He, damn it!" The martyr did not listen to the old Taoist persuasion.

"Senior brother, times have changed now. Even if he kills someone, he still has to leave it to the contemporary yamen. Ordinary people are ordinary people. Senior brother, come back with me!"

The old man sighed.

He is most aware of his senior brother's temper, seriousness and stubbornness, especially for those who have committed serious crimes, he can't tolerate a little sand in his eyes.

If it wasn't for what happened back then, with his senior's aptitude, he would have already ascended to immortality and joined the immortal class.

Viewers watching in the live broadcast room.

Watching it with gusto now.

"The one who suddenly appeared is the ancestor of the Tianlai Sect?"

"Hiss! Didn't you hear, he is called brother zombie, and this zombie has at least a thousand years of cultivation, so how long has this person lived now?"

Thinking hard.

Even the youngest junior, after such a long time, this old Taoist is at least several hundred years old.

Can people really live so long?

"Fuck! What kind of sect is this Tianlai Sect? Do you still accept disciples? I am a college student who can cook and warm the bed. I beg you to accept me as an apprentice!"

"There really are cultivators? Isn't that just a fiction?"

"As we all know, special effects cannot be played live, so this is true!"

"The previous Yujian flying was very handsome. It would be great if I could learn it. The girl can't throw herself into her arms when she sees me?"

"What did you say happened back then? I'm a little curious!"

"That's right, this person is Brother Zombie, so it means that this zombie was also a disciple of Tianlaizong before, why did he become a zombie?"

"Besides, the zombie said that it wants revenge, so it means that someone killed him like this. If someone kills me, I will turn into a ghost and never let that person go."

"Yes, when you talk about letting go, it's because you didn't encounter this kind of thing. Once you encounter this kind of thing, it must be another attitude."

"This is standing and talking without back pain!"

"I kind of hate this old way."

"That's right, the revenge of murdering one's life, how can you just let it go, it's easy to say, it's not him who turned into a zombie."

"The old way is too holy."

"I support the handsome zombie guy. If you have revenge, you should take revenge. Isn't that a matter of course? If you can endure everything, in this world, you will definitely be stripped of your skin."

The martyrs stand still.

Although he didn't answer, his posture made it clear that he would not listen to the old way.

"Brother, you have too much resentment, staying in the human world for a long time will be harmful to these mortals, why not follow me back to the mountain gate."

The old way is good to persuade.

The corpse of the martyr soars to the sky, even if it is hundreds of miles apart, it will affect everything around it.

The corpse is extremely cold.

Not to mention that Ren Zha, who is dead, will turn into a purple stiff Ren Zha. If the other people who face the martyrs do not take some measures, they will get seriously ill when they go back.

Although the martyr had no intention of turning everyone into zombies, the corpse aura on his body was too heavy. Now that the martyr just woke up, he couldn't control the corpse aura freely, and ordinary people couldn't bear it at all.

As long as it is close, it is a disaster for ordinary people.

This martyr is a ticking time bomb, which will explode wherever it goes.

"My revenge has not been avenged." The martyr shook his head, he didn't want to go back to the mountain gate.

He has become a different kind, there is no place for him to go, not to mention, his revenge has not been avenged.

"Senior Brother, are you really determined to cause trouble in the world?" The old Taoist clenched the sword in his hand, "Then don't blame Junior Brother for being merciless."

The martyr straightened his back and stood tall and straight like a pine. He pointed to Ren Zha on the ground and said, "Isn't such a person living in the world also a disaster?"

"At least, I never attack innocent people."

The old Taoist glanced at Ren Zha, "Others will take care of his affairs, brother, don't be obsessed with it."

"Very good." The martyr said in a deep voice, "Then let's do it!"

The old man held his sword, "Sword Eleven Styles!"

A sword changes in thousands of ways. It changes from one to two in the air, and then from two to four, until it becomes 36 swords.

The sword is practiced in vain, forming a sword array in the air.

36 swords surrounded the martyrs.

The martyr didn't move at all, even if these swords were magic weapons, they couldn't cause any harm to him now.

Once a zombie is made into a flying zombie, the sword can no longer hurt the flying zombie, and even magical powers like magic weapons can't help the martyr.

Sure enough, after the martyr was surrounded by the sword formation, 36 swords pierced towards the martyr's body, and when they pierced the martyr's body, there was a piercing golden strike sound of "jingle, ding, dong, dong".

These swords couldn't hurt the martyr at all, not even the moon white robe on his body.

Obviously this dress is also a rare magic weapon.

The martyr waved his hand.

The huge corpse aura burst out, and the moment the sword touched the corpse aura, it was knocked away dozens of meters away, and the sword array was instantly broken.

As soon as the sword array was broken, the 36 swords turned into one sword in the air and returned to the old Taoist hands.

The old man said: "Senior brother's cultivation has indeed become stronger. It seems that today he can't do good."

The old saying has just fallen.

Swish!
Several figures rushed out suddenly.

A few people who were also Yujian, but younger looking, took away a few ordinary people who were still around.

Even Ren Zha on the ground was taken out.

Although the martyr had seen them, he did not act.

Instead, they watched them take away a few ordinary people.

There were ordinary people here, and he couldn't do anything, so he just let them take them away.