Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

Behind him, Ziyan, Taixuan Daoist, and Xiong Huan disappeared without a trace.

The whole of Central Xinjiang suddenly fell into a strange silence.

At this time, many small sects and small clan powerhouses are aware that the ancient Xianzong of the ancient clan, which was full of people and bustling in the past, seems to be extraordinarily quiet today.

After the rain, the sky should have been cloudless.

But there are dark clouds gathering in the sky, depressing people's hearts.

"Stop! Where the Holy Church is, mortals stop."

Until Ling Xiao and Su Yan walked side by side to the foot of the sacred mountain, two handsome teenagers suddenly fell from the sky and stopped them.

"Push."

Only this time, Ling Xiao didn't say another word of nonsense, and cut off the heads of the two of them in an instant with the magic blade in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Su Yan's eyes trembled slightly, but after all, he didn't dare to say much, and followed Ling Xiao, walking slowly towards the top of the mountain.

Above the sacred mountain, there are thousands of clouds and beautiful celestial beings.

There is an extremely strong aura gushing out, deriving thousands of visions.

Bright mist lingered, golden light runes shone in the sky, and in the depths of the clouds, there seemed to be celestial brilliance ups and downs.

An incomparably magnificent golden palace stands at the end of the distant mountain, piercing into the sky, magnificent and lofty.

It's just that compared with ordinary Xianzong, this holy religion has almost no defense.

Even the two sword-wielding disciples at the foot of the mountain are no more than god generals, and they are mostly used for summons.

Of course, with the power of the Holy Cult, no one would dare to visit this mountain even if there is no one there.

The will of the strong is the order of heaven.

The world's admiration for immortals is not only admiration for immortal longevity, but admiration for its high nine days, free and easy.

"Huh? There are two people on the mountain road?"

On the holy mountain, several elders of the holy religion frowned slightly, as if they felt the fluctuation at the foot of the mountain, they walked out of the hall one after another and looked into the distance.

But in that verdant and colorful place, two figures walked side by side, stepping along the mountain at a leisurely pace.

The breeze blew up the robes of the two, and the blue hair fluttered, which seemed to be a couple of gods and immortals.

"Why didn't you listen to the report from the mountain?"

At the head, an old man with white hair in a golden robe and a majestic face gave a soft drink.

Immediately behind him, an elder bowed down, "Second elder, I'm going down the mountain to find out."

"no need."

The second elder of the Holy Cult is named Bai Shan, a powerhouse of the eighth rank of God Emperor.

Now that the four great envoys have not returned, and the whereabouts of the great elder are unknown, the holy son returns to the mountain and ignores the religious affairs, and all matters big and small are decided by him alone.

But, an eighth-rank god emperor, if it was a year ago, it would be considered a threat.

It's just that now, without Zi Yan and others taking action, Ling Xiao can kill with a swing of a knife.

"Is it finally here?"

On the distant mountain, a figure in white stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the sky below.

There are layers of mountains and forests, surrounded by mist and clouds, but she is like a banished lonely fairy, ethereal in the world, but somehow lonely.

Meng Yuan's eyebrows were sad, her eyes were fixed on the tall and straight figure in black, she didn't know what she was thinking.

The next moment, I saw her stepping forward with jade feet, her body transformed into a frightened bird, stepping from the void, and striding towards Ling Xiao.

"Huh? Is it the Holy Son?"

Seeing the figure floating down above their heads, all the elders of the holy religion immediately bowed down.

"Holy Son, someone trespassed on my sacred mountain..."

"He is an old friend."

Mengyuan's expression was calm, but only she knew what kind of turmoil was going on in her heart at this moment.

After a few months of separation, she often... misses her face!

Damn it, magic barrier! !

Chapter 892, finally met

"Old man?"

All the elders of the holy religion looked stunned for a moment, and then seemed to be a little dazed in their hearts.

The heavenly posture of the Son of Heaven, now that he has returned from experience, what's the fuss about meeting a few fellow Taoists of Immortal Path?

Moreover, the young man in the mountain is full of fairy charm, and there are layers of lotuses blooming at the place where he walks. He is obviously a peerless person.

It's just why the Holy Son's eyebrows are not happy at this time, but he is worried?

When old people meet each other, what should they look like?

It wasn't until Ling Xiao and the others walked to the top of the mountain and appeared in front of the elders of the holy religion that a gentle smile appeared on their faces.

"Saint Meng Yuan, are you safe?"

"Saint?"

The elders of the Saints taught in a daze, looked at Meng Yuan, and then at Ling Xiao.

Even Su Yan's black eyebrows were full of surprise.

Especially at this time, Mengyuan was dressed in white and corseted her chest, without any makeup, she was obviously dressed like a man.

"Master Ling Xiao."

Meng Yuan sighed softly in her heart, trying her best to suppress the emotion in her heart.

stay safe?

Ling Xiao, do you know who my broken Dao heart looks like?

"Are all the elders of the Holy Church here?"

Ling Xiao's eyes swept across the group of powerful saints in front of him, and nodded slightly.

Even though he had already killed several holy god emperors, there were still two eighth-rank god emperors and four seventh-rank god emperors on this sacred mountain.

Not to mention, Dugu Yunzhen, Yuan Jue, and the Great Elder of Shengjiao were all members of the ninth rank.

With such a background, even if there is no God Lord, a powerful man of dignity, it is enough to overwhelm the five borders and rule the world.

"That's right! The Great Elder went out and didn't return, and the rest of the Holy Church elders are here."

Meng Yuan nodded calmly, since the divine master is a demon, in her eyes, these elders are also servants of demons, and it is difficult to replenish her Dao heart without killing them.

"The Great Elder is not coming back."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, but it made all the elders of the Holy Church change their expressions.

Why do you listen to the conversation between the Holy Son and this Young Master, as if the two are discussing and killing them all?

I... shit?

Is it an illusion?

"Let's go and meet the Lord God."

Ling Xiao took Su Yanyu's hand, walked straight through the crowd, and walked towards the depths of the sacred mountain together with Meng Yuan.

Behind the three of them, a group of elders of the Holy Cult looked at each other in blank dismay. At this moment, they only felt their scalps bewildered, and there was an indescribable confusion.

"Kill them all."

It wasn't until the figures of the three disappeared that Ling Xiao said coldly.

The sky and the earth were dark in an instant, and only three figures were seen manifesting from the void, and divine radiance shone all over their bodies.

One of them has a natural rhyme, just like a Taoist god descending into the world, revealing his divinity.

A person is standing next to Zi Lei, his face is all over the world, and his body is full of monsters, rising and falling like clouds, covering the sky and the sun.

There is only one person left standing in the sky, surrounded by hundreds of feet, the light of the world is completely lost, and it is plunged into eternal darkness.

only! !

The auras of these three people have reached their peak, surpassing the heaven and the earth.

The endless sound of Taoism, magic chant, and howls of monsters resounded through the world, and the entire holy mountain fell into the night.

Dark clouds gather, and thunderstorms descend from the sky.

Ren Shanding's fairy charm soared into the sky, but at this time, he was also eroded and shattered by layers of demonic intentions, like a catastrophe.

The figures of Ling Xiao and Meng Yuan stagnated in the depths of the sacred mountain, looking at a golden pillar of light reaching the sky in the distance, their expressions were always calm.

At this moment, he could feel an extremely terrifying power surging and overflowing above the divine pillar, wanting to seal the sky.

Obviously, Zhou Yandao should be in the golden light, and Ye Qingchan is probably also here.

"Where is the place where the sacred mountain suppresses the dragon's veins?"

Ling Xiao suddenly turned his head and looked at the girl beside him, only to see Meng Yuan's beautiful eyes were light, and he said indifferently, "There is a forbidden place in the holy religion, and no one except the god master is allowed to set foot there. I don't know if it is the place you are looking for, and ...Your qi talisman, return it to you."

Since she wants to kill the gods, Meng Yuan has nothing to hide now.

As the talisman was separated from her body, her fox ears and tails were immediately exposed, and even the demonic aura around her was surging like a tidal wave, which was shocking.

"Oh."

Ling Xiao nodded slightly, reached out to take the talisman he had given to Meng Yuan before, and then waved his hand suddenly.

The two women saw that the void in front of them was suddenly dark, and when they came back to their senses, the young man in front of them was already wearing a white robe, with a gentle expression on his face.

"Mengyuan, you don't have to go."

"No! I'm going."

Meng Yuan shook her head, although she had already guessed her own background, her heart was still full of resentment.

Master?Father?

After all, he was the one who killed the gods and betrayed the lord, became a demon and abandoned his wife, and raised his daughter into a cold-blooded person who slaughtered his own kind.

How can such a person bear the word father?

"Ok."

Ling Xiao didn't say another word, he stepped forward and walked towards the place where the golden light was shining.

In the void in the distance, there were sudden bursts of shocking noise.

I saw one after another divine splendor soaring into the sky, only to be suppressed in an instant.

The blue sky shattered, and there were endless cracks running through the sky, reversing yin and yang.

And under the joint suppression of the three ninth-rank god emperors, the astonishing fluctuations quickly dissipated without a trace.

At the same time, the three of Ling Xiao finally appeared under the golden light.

Today, there is only one God-lord left in the holy religion.

The so-called conspiracies and calculations are meaningless.

A hero like Zhou Yandao would never trust anyone easily.

Besides, Meng Yuan's cultivation base is really too low, even if she sneak attack, it may not hurt a dignified and strong man who has fused with the magic bone, so, it is better to control her.

If Zhou Yandao still has a trace of family affection in his heart, Meng Yuan may be his destiny.

More than two hundred years of cultivating her evil spirit, just to cover up her daughter's identity?

Although Ling Xiao didn't know how Zhou Yandao rescued Meng Yuan from the brink of life and death, it was obvious that it must have taken a lot of mental and spiritual energy.

Lord God, should I say you are a woman of benevolence, or...have great love in your heart?

At this moment, in the place covered by the golden light, a stalwart figure sat quietly cross-legged, his body was full of spiritual brilliance, and a miraculous scene emerged above his head.

Shenmu Cangyun, Xinghai Sunyue.