Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Om!!"

On the top of the mountain, under the ancient pavilion.

Two figures, an old man and a young man, sat opposite each other, each twisting a piece, looking at the chessboard in front of them intently.

And as the two kept making moves, they saw that on the chessboard, divine brilliance shone, and the vision rose.

There are divine swords and halberds that open and close vertically and horizontally.

Including the era, covering the sky.

The infinite rhythm covers the chess game, turning the black and white pieces into illusions.

The colorful rays of the sun shone on the divine brilliance, and the entire chessboard seemed to be transformed into a battlefield.

Axes and forks, swords and halberds, hooks and thorns emerge out of thin air, and there is no slaughter.

With Li Zhichu's cultivation base, at this time, he only felt that everything in front of him seemed to be illusory and real, and before he knew it, he felt that his heart was trembling, his breath was sluggish, and he didn't dare to look at the chessboard again.

Compared with Li Zhichu, Zhongtu at this time was undoubtedly more shocked.

His realm is at the peak of the holy realm, and he is famous for his formation.

Formation and chess, although it sounds irrelevant, they all enter the Dao with heart, and the slightest point is to reverse the opportunity.

On the other hand, Ling Xiao, a young master of the ancient clan who was just born, a person of high realm, how could he cultivate his mind to this point, even if he was talented? !

Although the two of them didn't show a trace of spiritual power at this time, it was even more troublesome to learn from Taoism!

Time passed slowly, and at this time, under the mountain, countless school disciples had already gathered.

Even some of the elders of the holy realm had shock and shock on their faces.

In particular, Zhongtu's increasingly solemn face and the sweat oozing from his forehead made people feel extremely unreal.

The master of the dignified four courtyards, was forced to be so embarrassed by a respectable youth?

"boom!!"

Until Xia Rui dissipated above the sky, an astonishing trend descended.

Ten thousand Taos are wiped out, and Baoguang is silent.

The son that Zhongtu raised, has not fallen for a long time.

At this time, his eyes seemed to have waves, and even his arms were shaking slightly.

Inside, there was even more turbulent waves.

If he loses, no matter where his son falls, the general trend is over, and no amount of hesitation is just... a dying struggle.

"Hey…"

In the end, Zhongtu sighed lightly, and his aura was abruptly removed, and even the Void Vision quietly suffocated, collapsed and dissipated.

"The next generation is terrifying, the latter is terrifying."

No matter how unwilling Zhongtu was, he still had to admit that Ling Xiao's strength of mind had already surpassed the contemporary category.

Of course, if he was just a teenager, this disposition would really be terrifying.

But, with the name of the emperor, he must take on the mission and responsibility of the human race.

Impeccable.

It's ridiculous, I actually wanted to worship him as a brother before, but now it seems that this Ling Xiao is at least at the level of a master.

"Senior, accept it."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, and looked at a black-clothed figure standing on the mountain road in the distance.

Seventh rank of the honorable realm, seventeen thousand luck, ten thousand formations and two killings.

It was a young man with a pair of strange pupils, pitch black and deep, without a wisp of white in his eyes.

From a distance, it looks like a pair of ghost pupils, without emotion and without waves.

A slightly pale face, graceful and elegant, quiet and indifferent.

Black hair in a bun, slightly messy.

He stood there, whispering like a mountain breeze, silently.

"Chuan'er, come here."

Zhongtu waved his hand and summoned the young man from the mountains.

If it was said that he had never thought that he would one day give this most proud student to others in the form of gambling, then at this time, he was a little relieved. Ling Xiao's talent needs no further description.

Today, he proves his heart with chess and is unparalleled in the world.

Although Ning Chuan is a genius of Taoism, he has a withdrawn temperament and a sinister Taoism.

Once he falls into the devil's way one day, he is likely to become a big devil who will bring disaster to the world!

At that time, not only will he not be famous for Zhongtu, but even Daotian Academy will be completely reduced to a laughing stock.

On the other hand, Ling Xiao is full of uprightness and a strong body.

With Chuan'er's temperament and being nurtured by him every day, he might be able to break free from the obsession with killing.

More importantly, Ling Xiao is incomparably immortal, and I am afraid that only he can make Ning Chuan truly agree with him.

"Master."

Ning Chuan's voice, just like his appearance, was clear and soft, without a trace of hostility.

From the outside, it is difficult to associate him with the madman Li Zhichu called him.

"This is Young Master Ling Xiao."

Zhongtu sighed, and suddenly a trace of vicissitudes appeared on his face, "The seventy-two ancient formations in my formation courtyard, you have counted all the masters, and there is nothing to teach you as a master, and you will follow the young master from now on. , enter the world to experience."

As long as Jackie Chan is, there must always be some Dragon Guards behind him.

Even if the Boundary Lord presses across a world, and is invincible across the world, it is still the Boundary Lord's Palace, not him, who will ultimately control Qingcang.

The seven hall masters are all shocking.

It is because of their following that the world master can arbitrarily decide the Ten Thousand Years of Qingcang, and no one dares to give birth to the slightest dissent.

Ling Xiao has the appearance of a human emperor, and the emperor's potential is revealed. It may not be a way out for Ning Chuan to follow him in the turbulent times.

"Join the world?"

Ning Chuan's brows were lightly wrinkled, and for the first time there was a hint of expression in a pair of purely gloomy black eyes.

"I have made an agreement with the young master. From today onwards, you can leave the formation with him."

Zhongtu said indifferently, turned and headed down the mountain.

He knew that with Ning Chuan's temperament, if he wanted him to surrender to one person, there was bound to be a contest.

Even though he had great trust in this little disciple, and even in the bottom of Zhongtu's heart, he was the real No. 1 in the Fourth Academy, but... facing Ling Xiao, he still had no chance of winning.

"Let's go."

But looking at the figure of the old man who walked away, Ling Xiao's face did not show a trace of expression.

He naturally felt the fighting intent in Ning Chuan's eyes, and a lunatic like him was naturally unwilling to surrender to anyone.

And if you want him to surrender, the best way is... war! !

"Master promised to ask me to follow you, but it doesn't mean that I will agree."

really! !

At this time, Ning Chuan just said indifferently, and had no intention of following Ling Xiao at all.

"Oh? You are wrong, I don't want you to follow."

Ling Xiao turned his head and looked at the slender figure in black with an icy expression, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised a hint of serenity, "What I want is your surrender."

"Don't think about it."

In Ning Chuan's eyes, there was a sudden flow of black and white, and he saw his footsteps, revealing ten thousand things all over his body.

During the rush of divine brilliance, the ancient mountain ground beneath his feet actually shattered thousands of feet.

Then! !

He pointed out, and as far as his eyes came, strange black lights roared open, turning into thousands of prosperous flowers, and the blossoms were different. Countless order shackles swayed open, resulting in layers of Taoism.

In a short time, the void was banned, and the pattern disappeared, trapping Ling Xiao's figure in an instant.

"If you go now, there may be a chance."

Ning Chuan's figure stood among the thousands of flowers, his eyes were cold and cruel, and there was a sinister and bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he finally showed the attitude of a lunatic who yearns for killing.

"Not good!! It's the Ancient God-Slaughter Formation, Ning Chuan!! Stop it!!"

Outside of Guting, Li Zhichu's pretty face turned pale, and there was a sincere fear in his eyes.