Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Buzz!"

At this moment, he could see that the only figure on the battle path had slowly opened his eyes.

Before Ling Xiao could react, he saw a flash of light in front of him, and the spiritual shadow had swept out like a ghost, instantly piercing the sky and appearing in front of him.

He lowered his head and looked at the peak of the battle path, with a serious look in his eyes for the first time.

"woo woo woo woo!"

In front of him, layers of spiritual shadows shattered silently, transforming into a radiant radiance, covering the sky and the sun.

Just as Ling Xiao frowned and pondered, at the top of the battle path, suddenly there was a barren and ancient tyrannical force rising into the sky.

Suddenly, in the phantom wall, the cold wind blows, and it is as cold as winter.

Even Xue Xiyan, the world master, the young master of the world, and the contemporary sequence, if there is no protection from the ancient bell of the fairy, I am afraid that it is not a match for Ling Xiao at all.

"Om!!"

Ling Xiao said indifferently, immortal brilliance surging outside, spiritual fire and thunder rising alternately.

I saw that at this time, outside the boy, there was a colorful glow that filled the air, and the already flawless fairy face became more and more handsome, making people fascinated.

This style was originally created when the demons slaughtered and rebelled, killing thousands of souls with one knife. It is also the strongest knife style that Ling Xiao is currently in control of.

Why didn't he even know the name of the Ling Clan Holy Land, who was swallowed up by his soul memory?

"Boom!"

Unparalleled resentment!

There was still no trace of waves on his face.

Mysterious, powerful, and inexplicable, Ling Xiao felt an unprecedented pressure.

In Ling Xiao's ears, there was no sound, only the harsh scream from the suppression of the space.

At this moment, he could see that Lingying's double eye mask was extremely deep and indifferent, like the Nine Heavens Cold River, exuding the indifference of Ultimate.

Even though Ling Xiao had already guessed his identity, he was still surprised by the fighting spirit emanating from this person.

The weird whimper sounded like it pierced through the ages.

There are Shenyue collapsed, vicissitudes of life, big stars falling from the sky, and immortals beheading.

Countless killings! !

That is a kind of supreme domineering that dominates the world. In front of this momentum, even Ling Xiao felt a little small.

What was different from the other spirit shadows was that there was a ray of Ultimate fighting intent in this pair of eyes.

Destroyed together, there are thousands of spiritual shadows that are fearless and still rushed towards Ling Xiao.

Even if the thousands of spirit shadows have come to the front, they are still calm and unmoved.

The whole world seemed to be stagnant for a moment, and even the spiritual shadows on the other eight battle paths stopped at this moment.

Even though the world knows the legend of the true immortal, no one has ever witnessed the demeanor of the true immortal. Ever since the World Lord used the Ancient Immortal Demon Bell to crush Qingcang, all the sects have endured and gathered momentum, and there has been no turbulence for ten Ten Thousand Years.

In front of everyone, a statue of a celestial immortal appeared in the air, densely packed, converging into a long river of time, from rising to annihilation.

Even if he is now enough to look down on Qing Cang's peers, even if the masters of those immortal forces, with Ling Xiao's current methods, may not be able to compete.

I saw that above the void, Ling Xiao held the sword in one hand and the other behind him.

Under this breath, Rao is Ling Xiao, and he feels that the blood of his body seems to be exhausted.

Black clothes fluttering, black hair tied in a crown, is a kind of immortal meaning beyond the world.

"Zheng!!"

But, this spirit shadow, a mere spirit shadow, made him feel the pressure!

In the void, a sea of ​​blood suddenly floated up and down, and corpses piled up.

Not entering the sequence, not retaining a reputation, but overpowering the arrogance, arbitrarily ruling the past and the present.

At this time, there was no trace of expression on his face, he was cold and calm, as gentle as jade.

It was a terrifying battle with heaven and earth, and he stood there, like an ancient god of war, giving people inexplicable oppression.

"This is... the true fairy in the legend, isn't it?"

Then, I saw the long sword in his hand raised and cut down gently.

All sounds are silent, the loud voice is silent.

only! !

But at this time, looking at the young man in the void, everyone had nothing but awe in their hearts. Even Yang Yuan and Lu Ming, who were destined to do so, felt deeply powerless, and they didn't dare to give birth to even the slightest ambition.

The entire space shook violently, shattering like ice crystals.

Everyone only saw a ray of light passing by leisurely, turning into three thousand sword intents, covering all those thousand spiritual shadows with an unrivaled general trend.

Vaguely, it seemed to be a picture scroll of the reincarnation of the era, slowly stretching and dissipating silently.

This kind of feeling is really rare for the latter. After all, since Ling Xiao's upper realm has almost pushed the world horizontally, no one in the same realm can hurt him at all.

Around him, endless sword brilliance began to bloom, and the golden lotus of the avenue opened and closed layer by layer.

Immediately afterwards, an astonishing sword intent floated out, Ling Xiao seemed to have a fairy light flickering, and the entire arm holding the sword turned jade at this moment, revealing the supreme divinity.

In the space slashed by the sword intent, endless visions came one after another.

Black clothes are peerless, out of the dust like a fairy.

Just when everyone was shocked and their eyes were horrified, Ling Xiao's face did not relax at all, but became more and more solemn.

And this is just a photo, or in other words, a ray of divine consciousness.

Jianhui pierced through the dark sky, like the first ray of immortal brilliance in the depths of Hongmeng, severing heaven and earth, yin and yang, and the Six Paths of heaven and earth.

"Who are you?"

After all, a monster who can suppress Gu Chaoci in talent must be a truly terrifying existence in this world.

For a moment, Ling Xiao also wondered, could this person be related to the world master?

"boom!!"

"boom!"

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

"Jun Hanche."

Who is he?

And that kind of emotion full of resentment and unwillingness, inexplicably locked the world and reduced it to calamity.

But, as the realm master, why did he keep his name here?

Around him, a strange aura of desolation circulated, transforming itself into the universe, covering the entire area.

There is a vast power of stars spreading out, and the rich vitality climbs to the top, trying to block the strange aura.

Two invincible young people shot at the same time, and even this phantom wall space seemed to be unable to bear the pressure, shaking and screaming, and there was a possibility of cracking at any time.

However, this battle shadow gave him a kind of... faint oppression, like an old enemy.

until! !

For a moment, the space was stagnant, and time did not advance.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, and became more and more curious about the identity of this ancient monument number one.

Although at this time, he cut out this style with three thousand whiskers, which is somewhat less powerful, but... a group of spirit shadows with no intelligence, even if they retain a bit of power in their lifetime, how can they compete with this knife style The eternal resentment in.

The thunderous sound of the Dao was passed down through the nine days, but what shocked people was not the scene where the sword slashed thousands of spirits, but the calm and elegant figure in the void, which held the sword in his hands.

The last spiritual shadow on the battle path shattered quietly, and the rhythm of the spiritual source scattered in the void suddenly turned into a beam of divine light, shrouding Ling Xiao's figure.