Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

For any Tianjiao and evildoers, the existence of Tianchi Lake is a fortune that cannot be missed.

What's more, the Sea Clan is rampant and has always been domineering.

And the competition for the ten places in Tianchi is a fair competition between the two races, just to boost the spirit of the sea race.

A young man, who has become famous and established a thousand, shows his ambition.

To put it simply, what's the point of practicing if it's not for pretending?

At the same time, rumors spread among the various ministries in southern Xinjiang.

It is said that the Holy Son of the Holy Cult will come to southern Xinjiang in the near future.

In this way, the Tianchi battle undoubtedly became more interesting.

Regarding the identity of this holy son, to be honest, not many people know about the land of Central Xinjiang, let alone Southern Xinjiang.

The eight tribes are the orthodox people of southern Xinjiang and are also controlled by the holy religion.

Therefore, in this trip, the Southern Border Tianjiao not only competed for good luck, but also a great blessing in life to be able to admire the appearance of the Holy Son.

Moreover, it was rumored that the reason why this holy son came to southern border was not only for the good fortune of this Tianchi Lake.

It seems that a great demon came to the world, colluded with the Hai Clan, and slaughtered millions of souls in Western Xinjiang.

And as the Holy Son of the Holy Cult, he is naturally obliged to track down the trace.

Of course, these news were all intentionally spread by the dark guards.

Otherwise, even if Ling Xiao had the divine order in his hand, wouldn't it be embarrassing if no one knew him when he arrived at Xuansi Shenshan?

Arrangement, understand!

I, Ling Xiao, the number one villain in the heavens, should be admired by the world wherever I go, and attract the attention of all!

Up to the front, there is a sacred mountain.

The meaning of vastness covers the heavens and the earth, above the sacred mountain, the majestic ray of light soars into the sky, creating boundless visions.

Strands of spiritual energy connect into the sea, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, hanging down from the sky.

In the clear sky, there are also cranes soaring and strange beasts fluttering their wings, creating a scene of a fairy house.

Here is where the luck of the entire southern border lies.

It is also the only force in southern Xinjiang that surpasses the Eight Tribes, the sect of Xianxuanzong.

The suzerain of this sect was originally a sage respected by the eight sects, who is proficient in numerology and good at Yanhuang.

At the beginning, the holy religion unified the five borders and pushed him to the No. 1 throne in southern Xinjiang.

On the surface, it is respect for the eight departments, but behind the scenes... it is much easier to control one person than to control the eight departments.

However, this Xianxuan Sect Master is indifferent by nature. Although he founded the sect, he has been in seclusion all year round, ignoring the secular world.

Therefore, although this Xianzong has seven peaks and seven veins, the disciples are not prosperous.

At this time, Ling Xiao was standing under the sacred mountain, looking at the clouds above his head, a smile gradually rose from the corner of his mouth.

At the end of the line of sight, there is a winding ancient road leading to the top of the mountain.

On the ancient road, countless young disciples and followers walked slowly, not daring to go beyond.

"Let's go up too."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, stepped out, his whole body turned into a streamer, hugged Han Qingqiu, and swept towards the top of the mountain.

"Om."

The ear-piercing humming sound resounded, and all the southern border arrogances looked at the flowing light figure in the air with shocking expressions, their eyes filled with fear.

The ancient sect of Xianxuan has its own rules.

On the sacred mountain, do not control the sky, so as not to disturb the gods.

Even if the heads of the eight departments came in person, no one would dare to break the rules.

Who has the guts to break the iron law of Xianzong?

Especially at this time, Ling Xiao's gesture of holding his sister in his arms was even more flamboyant.

However, it was very inexplicable, when everyone saw the figure of the young man in the star robe and his face covering the fairy glow, not only did they not have any resentment in their hearts, but they felt an indescribable awe.

Although there was no breath coming out of his body, he was invisibly integrated with the heaven and the earth.

even! !

Even the beauty in his arms is naturally powerful and ethereal.

There are a few good and proud girls in Nanjiang, but compared with this woman in white, they are somewhat lacking in temperament.

Mr. Pianpian, a peerless beauty.

Could it be that these two people, who are like immortal couples, are... the gods of this mountain?

Otherwise, how could there be such a fairy charm in mere vulgarity? !

Gan!

"Is this the Holy Land of Southern Xinjiang, Xuansi Mountain?"

Before the mountain road, a young man in sackcloth fell from the sky, stopped and looked up at the sky, with a look of joy in his eyes.

"This time, I will let the whole southern border know my name, Qin Chu!!"

After saying that, Qin Chu glanced at the people on the mountain path in surprise, with doubts on his brows.

These people... are all fools?

For monks of my generation, soaring through the clouds and driving through the fog is a daily routine, so why bother to climb the mountain path, just fly up directly.

You see, that young man is very smart.

Why waste time on the mountain road when things can be done in one breath.

Ok?

The beauty in the son's arms is the proud daughter of heaven that the masters call, right?

Such a beautiful face is really... a blessing to me.

I don't know this time, can I find the like-minded confidant and... confidante that the masters said?

Qin Chu's eyes showed longing, and his whole body was full of spiritual light.

Just when his figure was flying into the air and was about to plunder towards the top of the mountain, Tianjiao suddenly shouted angrily beside him, "Bold! Where did you come from, how dare you ignore the iron rules of Xianzong!!"

Chapter 617, Simple boy

"Ok?"

Qin Chu was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look in the direction from which the scolding sound came from.

At this moment, in front of the mountain road, several strangely dressed men and women from southern Xinjiang were staring at him coldly.

That look is terrifying.

Son of Destiny, people walk in the mountains, disasters come from the sky, wherever they go, they will be despised by others.

But don't panic.

These extras, of course, are here to give face! !

"Fellow daoists, are you talking about me?"

Qin Chu's aura dissipated, and he looked at the people in front of him with some surprise.

"What did I do to offend fellow Taoists?"

At this time, Qin Chu's tone was a little pedantic and old-fashioned. The name of Taoist friend was more common among older monks.

But, there is no way.

This disciple of the Six Demons practiced with six 300-year-old monsters since he was a child. He has never had contact with his peers, so he inevitably has a temperament that does not match his age.

However, Qin Chu's mind was pure, and he didn't feel that they were despising him at this time, so his tone was always calm.

"Puchi! Clan brother, look at him, he looks like those elders in our clan who are about to go to the earth."

"Hahahaha, where did this come from? Judging by his attire, he probably crawled out of the dirt!"

"Hmph, the ancient sect of Xianxuan has always had rules, no sky is allowed within the scope of the sacred mountain, you don't even know this, how dare you climb the mountain?"

At the head, a burly young man wearing mink, no, some kind of fur, shouted coldly.

At this time, the spirit of the seventh rank was dispersed invisible by the gods on the young man, and the blood energy in his body was even more terrifying.

Obviously, it was a well-known Tianjiao in the southern border.

"Impenetrable?"

Qin Chu frowned slightly, and looked up at Jinxia who had fallen to the top of the mountain, with doubts in his eyes.

I am really puzzled.

"But why did that fellow daoist Yukong go up?"

"Ok?"

Hearing this, the expressions of all the youths from southern Xinjiang froze.

I am.

Why did people go up?

Are you blind?

The young master of the family has a fairy style and Daoyun, and he is imposing.

The white robe outside the body is a famous brand at first glance, and it is an unrivaled Taoist weapon, and it does not look like Nanjiang's dress.

There is a high probability that such a person is a peerless evildoer from the central border of the holy state.

It's justifiable that people don't know the rules of Xianxuanzong.

What kind of thing are you? You are dressed in sackcloth, not to mention you have no temperament, and your breath is also pitifully weak. At first glance, you look like a waste that came out of the depths of a mountain.

What qualifications do you have to compare with that peerless young man just now? !

and many more…

It is rumored that in the next few days, the holy son of the holy religion will come to southern border to compete for the qualification of Tianchi.

Could it be that just now...

hiss.

Suddenly, everyone blushed and looked very excited.

Just, very suddenly.

It seems that you have already paid homage to the saint son Xianzi?

"Fellow daoists, I still hope to clear up my doubts."

Just as everyone was pondering, Qin Chu suddenly bowed and bowed with a very sincere attitude.

To be honest, at this time he really didn't deliberately provoke, but really wanted to figure out why the rules were so changeable.

But this scene fell in the eyes of several people, but it somewhat carried a taste of... humiliation.

Are you afraid that you are pretending to be stupid on purpose, laughing at me as a licking dog?

"Hmph, since you want to know the answer, I'll tell you today."

The leader of the animal skin youth snorted coldly, and there was a glimmer of coldness in his eyes.

"I don't bully you, I don't use my spiritual power, if you can withstand my punch, I will tell you the answer."

"Don't use spiritual power? Okay, then I won't use spiritual power either, and I will punch my fellow Taoist."

Qin Chu nodded. This is what the masters were talking about.

It's just that the aura on this young man's body is so weak?

Could it be that, like himself, he wore a Dao armor that concealed his breath?