Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

In the Lingshan Mountain of the Xiao Clan, the dark clouds overwhelm the dome.

I saw one after another battle intent rising into the sky, smashing the green cang, shocking people's hearts.

At this time, whether it was Xiao Shan, the head of the Xiao clan, or Xiao Moyi and other disciples of the Xiao clan, there was a flash of Ultimate horror in their eyes.

They could see that on the ancient ship, one after another terrifying figure stepped out slowly, neatly and orderly.

The dark and ferocious armor made many Xiao clan experts tremble and almost fell to their knees on the spot.

Black Guard! ! !

It turned out to be the Black Devil! ! !

As we all know, the realm guards of the Jiezhu Temple are called Qingcang justice. Wherever they go, the demons retreat, and the evil does not exist.

And looking at the thousands of clans in the blue sky, there is only one guard who is more prestigious than them, and that is the black demon guard of the Primordial Ling Clan.

Since ten Ten Thousand Years ago, the world master held the ancient fairy and demon bell, pressing across the blue sky, standing supreme.

But, anyone who dares to offend the prestige of the Ling clan, whether it is an ancient clan family or an immortal sect of the Shen Dynasty, will be slaughtered by the Black Demon Guard.

Ten Ten Thousand Years have come, never by chance.

When the Black Demon Guard comes out, the world will be destroyed.

That black armor is a taboo in the green, and no one wants to see this color in the territory outside the God War Realm!

It is said that there was an ancient ancestor who had inherited several Ten Thousand Years and was slaughtered overnight by the whole family for insulting the Ling family.

Thousands of heads were placed in front of the sect, and when they looked down, it was actually a ling word.

Can! ! !

Why did the Ling Clan Black Demon Guard come to the Xiao Clan today?

Xiao Shan swallowed hard, watching the 10,000 black-armored figures walk silently behind the black-clothed youth, without a trace of movement.

At this time, all the people were wearing heavy armor and divine helmets, with a mighty breath.

The bloody fighting spirit that has been honed through endless slaughter is not comparable to ordinary people at all.

Even, some people who are not determined, have turned pale and cold, and are actually deterred by the momentum of this Black Demon Guard.

"Ling... the young master of the Ling clan?"

Xiao Shan's eyes trembled lightly, and he could easily guess who the young man with the immortal appearance was like Yufeng God.

Rumor has it that there is a young master in the Taikoo Ling clan, and this is the beginning of the great world.

In recent days, the young master has even performed the characters of righteousness, loyalty, integrity and integrity.

Whether it is fighting the demons, slaying the demon servants, or daring to be the enemy of Gu Chaoci and the world, all of them have impressed countless contemporary geniuses.

To put it bluntly, compared with this young master of the Ling clan, the young master of their Xiao clan is just trash.

Do not! !

It is the Qingcang world, all the young masters of the ancient clans are garbage! !

The ancient emperor, immortal in the world, is nothing more than that!

Especially today, after seeing the handsome figure surrounded by 10,000 black demon guards, Xiao Shan finally understood why so many idiots suddenly appeared among the famous families in the Qingcang world recently, all day long with no intention of immortality, only Knowing the mirror in front of the flower, secretly hurt.

It is said that they have all met Master Ling Xiao before.

The immortal face is peerless, the only one in the nine heavens, and the power of the emperor has been revealed. It turns out that this great world really has nothing to do with others, the fate of the human race... or the young master of the Ling clan alone! !

It will take another hundred years, no, sixty years, and this young generation of Qingcang will be trampled on by this child.

"I don't know Young Master... what happened?"

Xiao Shan wiped the cold sweat from the top of his head and bowed to Ling Xiao.

With the background of the Xiao clan, Qing Cang is also second to none.

But now that the great world has just arrived, none of the supreme powerhouses of the Xiao clan have awakened to the world.

With the strength of this Black Demon Guard, it is enough to push the Xiao Clan horizontally, even if he is a 9th-Rank Saint Realm powerhouse, he will be frightened in front of him.

What's more, if the Xiao clan dared to have the supreme ancestor to take action today, I am afraid that later today, this clan should be expelled from Qingcang.

Hearing this, Ling Xiao ignored Xiao Shan in front of him, but raised his foot and headed towards the central bank of the square.

Behind him, Ten Thousand Demon Guards just moved, but the young man in front of him didn't turn his head, just raised his hand, and suddenly, Ten Thousand Demon Guards stood there, like a statue, exuding a heart-pounding look. indifferent. This is 10,000 real slaughter weapons, no emotion, no fear, some are just loyal to the Ling family!

Yao Guang and Xuanyuan Weiyang looked at each other with a hint of surprise on their brows.

They saw Ling Xiao's anger today, but in their impressions, the Ling clan has always been gentle in temperament, with a very deep mind, and would not show his emotions easily.

But today, he seems to be really angry.

The Xiao family is hidden from the world, and everyone knows it.

How did this family offend Ling Xiao, even at the expense of him leading the Black Demon Guard to attack the ancestral land?

The entire Lingshan Mountain was silent.

Everyone looked in awe as the black-clothed youth came from a distance, not in a hurry.

At this time, there was no trace of waves on his face, but the coldness in those deep black eyes was like the ultimate coldness in the world, making people dare not look at him.

Suddenly, a tremor appeared on someone's face, especially Xiao Wu and the others, who opened their mouths and turned to look at Xiao Ping, who was imprisoned in chains.

No way! !

What this fat man said before is not bragging at all. Is he really a follower of this young master of the Ling clan? !

From the beginning to the end, Xiao Moyi's brows were furrowed, and even the palm holding the iron lock was unconsciously exerting force, with clear bones.

His heart was already filled with chills, but the situation at hand was beyond his control.

Ling Xiao, even though he had heard this name countless times, he still had the will to fight.

But the moment he really saw him, Xiao Moyi just realized that compared with this young master of the Ling clan, the light on his body was too dim after all.

"Xiao Pian! Meet the Lord!"

In the crowd, Xiao Peng smiled, and there were tears in his eyes.

Then! !

Under everyone's stunned gaze, he bowed to the figure walking in front of him and bowed.

"Om!!"

Between heaven and earth, the sound of sword chants resounded suddenly.

I saw a ray of sword brilliance, like the clear mist of Hongmeng, slowly emerging, as fast as the aurora, and crashing down.

"Crack."

Accompanied by a shattering sound, the black locks that had been imprisoned on Xiao Ping's hands and feet broke with a bang, making an ear-piercing sound.

Xiao Moyi lowered her head and glanced at the iron lock with a smooth cross section on the ground, her eyes narrowed quietly.

This iron lock is made of Ten Thousand Years cold iron, which is extremely hard.

Not to mention the people of the noble realm, even if the holy realm powerhouse wants to break through, it is still wishful thinking.

But, this young master of the Ling clan actually waved his hand at will and chopped it up neatly?

The posture of the sword fairy, crushing the contemporary.

Suddenly, everyone seemed to think of Ling Xiao's comments on the day he was born.

It turned out that this crushing contemporary is not empty talk, and it has nothing to do with identity.

Young Master Ling Xiao, there really is an invincible emperor! !

"Suffering."

Ling Xiao nodded indifferently, his eyes swept across the arrogance of the Xiao clan in front of him, and finally put his eyes on the young master of the Xiao clan, Xiao Moyi.

The fire body of evil and hardship, the seventh grade of the noble realm, and the luck of ten thousand.

The destiny in this world is divided into two categories. One is to counterattack and cut immortals.

This kind of destiny, at first, the luck is not high, and it often moves forward in hardships, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and achieving the same heaven and earth.

On the other hand, they are born rich, gifted heaven-defying, decisive and invincible generation.

Obviously, Xiao Ping and Xiao Moyi belong to these two categories.

Of course, no matter what the template is, in Ling Xiao's eyes, these so-called destiny are just leeks to be cut, and there is no difference.

"Did you tell them that you are my follower?"

Ling Xiao's eyes are clear, her voice is gentle, and even the corners of her mouth have raised a smile.