The Strongest Villain System

Xiyuan City, a restaurant.

Gu Huang sat quietly in a secluded corner, with a jar of old wine, three plates of spirit fruit, and a plate of animal meat, drinking alone, sometimes frowning, sometimes stretching.

It has been more than a month since the time fault came out, and he has officially stepped into the mythical Daluo, Tiandao, bamboo slips, **** bricks, system, goddess of chaos, all fell into a deep sleep...

"boom!"

A loud bang came from the inner city, as if the ground was shaking, it was more like a 12th magnitude earthquake erupted, and there were countless air waves venting out.

The momentum is amazing, and it is suspected that there are high-level powerhouses fighting in the city.

But in this city, any one caught at random is a king, a saint and a strong man. Such a little fluctuation is naturally invalid to people.

And anyone who can open a shop here has no means of defense.

I saw a soft defensive light permeating the first floor of the restaurant, and the impact of this huge movement was also invisible.

"Oh! It's started again, everyone don't need to panic."

"This is a master of Confucianism who wants to restore the teleportation array here."

"Just get used to it, get used to it."

This movement also attracted the attention of many people. When the shopkeeper came out to explain, the disturbance was subsided invisibly.

"Restore the teleportation array, the treasurer, this Confucian master is Qianlong."

"It should be Grandmaster Qianlong. The senior of the Confucian Sect has been entrenched here for a hundred years, just to restore the teleportation formation here."

"But it took countless efforts and costs, and I don't know how many times I failed."

"The current teleportation formation has become the obsession of Master Qianlong. If the teleportation formation is not repaired, I am afraid that I will not leave in this life."

"Yeah! This famous Confucianist formation master has exhausted all his efforts, but this teleportation formation..."

"Who said it wasn't? There is even a decree from the strong man in the Holy Court where Grandmaster Qianlong is located. Who can help Grandmaster Qianlong repair the teleportation array, and the Supreme Purity Dao will send a Supreme Purity Order."

"In the past hundred years, countless masters have participated, but no one has been able to restore the teleportation formation here, not even repairing it."

"There are rumors that this ancient teleportation formation contains a big secret, and it leads to an unknown area, which has been abandoned for many years."

The diners in the restaurant spoke up one by one, and they also praised the senior of Confucianism, but more regretted.

Such a high-level master of formation has spent a hundred years because of this teleportation formation that has been ruined for endless years, and has spent a hundred years of sublime cultivation.

Maybe it will be able to take it to the next level, and it will make people not people, ghosts or ghosts, and even almost made a demon.

No one knows what Qianlong really is for?

No one knows why he has such a deep obsession. For a hundred years, at first, there were strong Confucianists and his friends who came to persuade him.

But in the past ten years, almost no one has come, and no matter how big the family is, they can't bear Qianlong's torment.

Repairing a teleportation array is more expensive than rebuilding a teleportation array, because you don't even know it was from that era, maybe even before the epoch.

The civilizations of the major cultivation systems are fundamentally different. There is no shortage of geniuses in this world, but there are a few people who can traverse the past and the present, integrate with each other, and bring forth the new.

Hearing this, Gu Huang silently stood up, dropped a few Innate Spirit Stones, and his figure walked out of the restaurant and headed in the direction of the explosion.

Obsession?

For a teleportation array, it can be as one day for a hundred years...

For a teleportation array, able to endure the eyes of the world, able to bear the ridicule and accusation of everyone...

Even at the expense of obsessions and demons?

Thinking back to the past life, I didn't even feel it. For a formation, for a rune, I forgot to eat and sleep, and worked hard for decades.

lonely……

Who can know? Without the hard work that is a hundred times more than ordinary people, how can he become the first person on all sides later.

Whether it is the four major auxiliary occupations, or various miscellaneous studies, they are also involved.

No matter what kind of original intention Qianlong came up with, it depends on the perseverance and perseverance that is like a day for a hundred years. It depends on this character and perseverance.

Gu Huang is also admired from the bottom of his heart. Only those who have no distractions and concentrate on cultivation are qualified to be called true masters.

Master! is it you?

The real source, have you never given up looking for Aunt Zi?

Located in the northwest corner of the city, it is almost an open area with a radius of more than 20 miles. There is nothing in all directions. The ground is a mess, and it is almost completely turned over from the ground.

In the empty central area, a dilapidated altar with a radius of more than 20 meters appeared, with a broken and decayed bronze pillar on each side.

There are countless ancient prints engraved on it, and the patterns of the blue dragon, the red bird, the white tiger, and the four sacred beasts of the basalt are engraved in it.

And the broken altar is a gossip platform, with Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish in it, and the formation pattern of the birth and death of the five elements next to it.

The broken gossip platform was badly damaged, and the seals in some places disappeared, showing a desolate and ancient atmosphere from the beginning to the end.

Judging from the surrounding traces, the teleportation array in this respect is extremely ancient, and does not belong to this era, or even this era...

And right next to the Bagua Terrace, there was a figure in a torn Confucian robe, with sparse white hair, an old face, full of traces of the wind and frost of the years, a thin figure, and a hunched body.

It all shows that the old man is already dying, and his life is running out.

Especially the pair of turbid eyes in the old town, there are two lines of old tears hanging faintly at this time, loneliness, loneliness, despair, and even a trace of unwillingness from the depths of the soul...

"One hundred years... a whole hundred years... countless days and nights..."

"why?"

"Why the last step..."

"Why? God, what's wrong with me?"

"What's wrong with me..."

"Failed, failed...a hundred years of hard work...failed once..."

"God, why didn't you accept me, why?"

"I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!"

Qianlong looked up at the sky, let out a low roar, and gushed out a mouthful of blood, like a savage beast caught in a desperate situation, struggling for endless years, and finally chose to give up...

Gu Huang sighed slightly and walked slowly in front of Qianlong, looking at the broken gossip platform in front of him...

Just a glance, Gu Huang can see the origin of the teleportation array in front of him. This is a teleportation array arranged by means of the Three Ancient Era. It also has at least one era, or even two eras...

And this is a one-way teleportation array, and its destination leads to an unknown area...

It's a little troublesome to repair, but for Gu Huang, it's just trouble. Give him enough materials to build another one in an instant.

But this teleportation array has a biggest limitation, at least the emperor of the seventh heaven can barely withstand the tearing force of the teleportation array.

Moreover, one end of the channel is quite unstable, and there is a 99% chance that it will be involved in the dimensional vortex.

"Senior, can you tell me why you spend so much effort and price."

"Knowing that it is unsuccessful, you have to try again and again. Do you want to restore the teleportation array?"

"You know that this teleportation array is not from this era, or even this era, and the means of its arrangement come from a more distant era."

"With the current system, it is absolutely impossible to repair, and even if it is repaired, this is just a one-way teleportation array."

"And there is a ninety-nine percent chance of being caught in the vortex of the dimension. If you are lucky, you will fall into a world. If you are unlucky, you will have no bones."

"Senior, I'm very curious. If you tell me the truth, maybe I can help you."

Gu Huang sat on the stone steps of the Bagua Array, and took out two jars of wine from the space bracelet, and one jar was sent directly to Qianlong's side, waiting for his reply.

Uncle Shi, at least this Qianlong who is the real source, doesn't know himself at all now...

Qianlong was unmoved, still immersed in sadness and despair, it seemed that everything in the outside world was already difficult for him to have any feelings.

Hundred years of circumstances, failed countless times, but still did not give up.

But this time, giving up makes me really feel hopeless.

Although he is still unwilling, he is destined to accept his fate.

A promise, but in the end it is nothing but a promise.

"Desperate, unwilling, remorseful, regretful?"

"Buddhism talks about fate, and Confucianism talks about the nature of mind..."

"Senior, you have persevered for a hundred years. You have failed countless times. Do you care more about failure this time?"

"Fortune makes people, fate is unfair, and the sky is ruthless, these are exactly the same."

"But if you give up on yourself, who do you expect?"

"I don't know what is on the other end of the teleportation array? But it must be very important."

"Admit defeat, death is not terrible, the terrible thing is that you are helpless."

"Besides, there may not be a dead end in front of you..."

When the words fell, Gu Huang sighed slightly, unsealed the seal on the mouth of the wine jar, and raised his head to take a big mouthful.

On the open field of twenty miles, the broken Bagua platform, only the sound of wind blowing, and the melancholy sound of wine entering the throat...

Silent silence, empty and green!

Qianlong knelt down in front of the gossip stage, still not saying a word, but grabbed Guhuang's wine jar, slapped the seal, and just raised his head and poured it.

A full ten kilograms of wine were almost consumed in one gulp.

"Young man, would you like to hear a story from me?"

Qianlong raised his head to look at the sky, his eyes were filled with endless confusion and longing, and his face even showed unwillingness and remorse.

"Senior, I like listening to stories the most."

"Enough drinking, I am willing to be a listener."

After the words fell, Gu Huang took out ten jars of wine again, and lined up on the ground one by one, quietly looking at Qianlong in front of him.

"That was seventeen thousand years ago..."

"At that time, I was only a weakling, and I was not a Confucian disciple, just a disciple of a small family in the thousands of worlds."

"Oh! I had only one wish at that time, to travel around the world, read the book of sages, and be a hermit who is free from the clouds and wild cranes."

"But until I was twenty-four years old..."

"Everything changed because of this..."

"If it weren't for her appearance, Pindao's destiny would be like most people, a mediocre life, a hundred years later, a pile of loess..."

When Qianlong said this, he sighed again, opened the seal on the wine jar, and took a few sips of wine again.