Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Buzz!"

Domain, Heavenly Temple.

I saw two figures descend from the sky and land in front of the hall.

At this moment, Ning Chuan's face was clearly flickering with surprise, obviously frightened by the spiritual rhythm machine here.

"This is my world. You can practice here on weekdays and study the formation technique."

Ling Xiao said indifferently, and threw a Qiankun bag to Ning Chuan.

"when…"

Ning Chuan frowned slightly, his consciousness swept through the Qiankun bag, and his eyes suddenly condensed.

Even if he is the first disciple of the formation, he has never seen so many treasures of heaven and earth, elixir and magic medicine.

According to Ning Chuan's estimation, even if he doesn't deliberately cultivate, he can forcefully enter the holy level.

At this time, he naturally saw the figure of the phoenix clothes sitting cross-legged in the void.

Just because of his temperament, he would not be interested in anything other than formation and killing.

The reason why he was willing to follow Ling Xiao was not for the spiritual material and elixir, but what the latter called... the right to kill.

That's right, only after experiencing the real killing, can the formation of the God-Slaughter be created.

And what he desires in his heart is...kill!

"when?"

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, but seeing the murderous intent flashing in Ning Chuan's eyes, he immediately understood what he wanted to express, "Don't worry, soon!"

Whether it is the Mass Burial Domain or the Necronomicon Realm that will open in a year, there will be countless battles waiting for Ling Xiao.

At that time, with this madman following, it can save a lot of trouble.

Of course, his madness is an innate talent in martial arts, but Ling Xiao will teach him how to control it, how to make a... obedient blood knife.

"You must not harm any creature in this world, otherwise... I will make you understand what life is better than death."

Ling Xiao turned his head and gave Ning Chuan a gloomy look.

And even with the temperament of this lunatic, he felt a shudder at this moment, a kind of fear that sent his heart.

After fighting against Ling Xiao, Ning Chuan's reverence for the former is not a lie.

Of the entire Qingcang younger generation, the only person who really made him feel jealous was this young master of the Ling clan.

Out of reach, untouchable.

Otherwise, even if he yearns to kill, it is impossible to surrender to anyone willingly.

"You go to the north of this realm, there is a blood temple there, and you will practice there in the future. You can't step out without my permission."

It wasn't until Ning Chuan's figure disappeared into the sky that Ling Xiao turned to look at Feng Ruge and Su Yan behind him, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"A lunatic, you should not approach the True North Blood Palace on weekdays."

Since Xiao Bei's expedition and the 10,000 blood guards died in battle, that place has been untouched for a long time.

When Leishan and Yu Hanyan return, Ling Xiao should also start preparing to create a supreme Taoism.

"Su Yan, come with me."

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand and held Su Yan's soft and boneless hand, and suddenly disappeared in place.

Looking at the two disappearing figures, a trace of loneliness appeared on Feng Ruge's face.

Fengling's little ancestor has not appeared for a long time, and Ning'er and the others have also followed the strong to practice.

Even Su Yan was afraid that he might not come back for a long time.

Suddenly, it got boring.

It seems that it is time to put some effort into practicing.

Feng Ruge's whole body suddenly had haze floating and sinking, and the lines were bright. Even in the middle of the eyebrows, there seemed to be a strange dark line emerging.

"Om."

On the battlefield of the gods, Ling Xiao walked side by side with Su Yan.

The mountains and seas are stacked, and the water and the sky are in a line. The spirit mist is dense, and the colorful rays of light cover the sky, and it evolves into golden runes, which are gorgeous and sacred.

But at this time, Su Yan's face seemed a little nervous, she knew that it was time to leave the son.

Although, during this time, Su Yan had been longing to be able to serve the son as soon as possible, otherwise she would feel a little slack if she stayed with Feng Ruge all day.

According to Feng Ruge's words, there are too many external risks, and birth means death. It's not good to be a salted fish.

However, Su Yan still felt that compared with death, losing the son would be a more painful and terrifying thing.

"Yan'er, I'm going to take you to a place."

The two walked among the clouds, the breeze was wanton, and it was rare to find peace.

"I listen to your son."

Su Yan smiled sweetly, and it was time for her to experience the vastness of this world.

Since you are in Xiantu, why is it safe?

The stability she saw was only the son who was carrying the load alone.

"Well, there is a place called the Necronomicon in the lower realm. Among them is the Fang Gu clan, with the same surname as Su. They are a member of the Qingcangtian Saint Merchant Alliance. I will find a way to arrange you into the Su family. In this year, he will take the position of the young master of the Su family."

Ling Xiao's eyes were gloomy, and it was easy for him to arrange Su Yan into the Su family.

As for whether Su Yan can complete the things he explained in this year...

Ling Xiao guessed that it was probably possible. After all, in terms of Su Yan's luck, even if the spiritual energy of the undead world recovered and a group of children of luck emerged, no one should be able to match her in a short period of time.

What's more, Su Yan is very good at businessman's technique, as long as she is given a stage, she will be able to bloom with dazzling brilliance.

Of course, even if she fails to win the position of the young master, Ling Xiao will have a way to make her the only direct descendant of the Su family when the world opens up.

Killing other enchanting direct descendants and becoming the only choice, what else can the Su family do?

"Yes! Son!"

Su Yan's eyes were bright, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it's only a year, and after a year, as long as she wins the position of the young master of the Su family, I am afraid that the young master will find a way to bring her back to Qingcang.

"Meet the young master!"

In the Ling Clan Temple, several black demon guards bowed and bowed to the two who fell.

The unparalleled killing intent shook the sky, and the dragon was floating in the air.

In the hall, several figures suddenly came, and the leader was Ling Thirteenth Ancestor, Ling Yuanxing.

"Little Lord!"

Seeing Ling Xiao, Ling Yuanxing immediately showed a smile on his face.

He had already heard about what happened in Daotian Academy in the past few days, and I am afraid that the devil bone has already fallen into the hands of the young master.

It's not the most important thing! !

Most importantly, Ling Xiao never showed any flaws from beginning to end.

even! !

With the current reputation of the young master, even if someone calls him a devil, he is afraid that he will be regarded as pure slander.

What kind of terrifying psychological means is this?

You know, less than half a year has passed since Ling Xiao's upper bound.

But, in just half a year, the young master of the Ling clan not only became famous for Qingcang, but also became famous as a human emperor! !

Even if Ling Yuanxing did not know the true identity of the young master, he would be completely addicted to this wonderful layout.

Unparalleled youth, unparalleled potential!

"Thirteenth Ancestor, there is something I need you to do."

Ling Xiao nodded indifferently, while the other Ling clan elders immediately understood and took the initiative to leave.

"Young Master, that thing..."

"Got."

Ling Xiao nodded lightly, with a gentle smile on his face, "Thirteenth Patriarch, what happened to the Necronomicon that I told you to seal before?"