Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

Thousands of miles of emptiness, the rays of light are splendid.

I saw a figure in black stepping on the fairy road, with a gentle smile on his face, and his whole body was full of aura.

Hearing the laughter coming from behind, the expression on Yang Yuan's face solidified almost instantly.

He turned his head in a daze, watching the graceful figure coming slowly, his lips trembling, but he didn't know what to say.

Ling clan young master! !

How could he be here? !

Is it...

Suddenly, Yang Yuan only felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet, and the excitement on his face instantly turned into a shock.

But at this time, Ling Xiao's eyes were not on him at all, but staring at the colorful shadow and the majestic palace behind it.

Above the hall, he could see a trace of Dao rhyme flowing, densely covered with divine patterns.

In other words, this hall may not be a physical object, but a manifestation of Taoism.

Ling Xiao had heard about the legend of the Lord of Reincarnation.

It is rumored that this strong man cultivated to the heaven-defying level, and he is the true Nine Heavens Sovereign.

The era in which he appeared was the real race of all races.

Humans, immortals, demons, ghosts, Buddhas and Asuras all stand in the world, occupying thousands of realms and fighting each other.

And this human race superpower, with the means of reaching the sky, comprehends the power of reincarnation, wants to monopolize the reincarnation of the heavens, and becomes the master of the nine heavens.

It can be said that compared to the tragic and solemn stranger of the human emperor Xuanyuan, this master of reincarnation can be called the top of the human race, and he is truly amazing and brilliant.

The five secrets are unique in heaven and earth.

Even with Ling Xiao's temperament, when he first heard about Wu Zang's theory, he felt a shudder in his heart and an indescribable shock.

The treasures in the heritage treasure left by a superpower who really stood tall for nine days must be supreme creation.

Just looking at this ten thousand soldiers Taoist treasure, I am afraid that the rank has gone beyond the scope of the holy artifact.

This trip is not false.

It was not in vain that Ling Xiao worked hard to hand over the three major imprints to Yang Yuan. This time, the harvest was really unexpected.

"Ling... Ling Xiao! Why are you here?"

Yang Yuan swallowed hard, and he already had some guesses in his heart.

When he turned his head, he glanced at Xia Zhimeng with a complicated expression, and there was a rare loneliness deep in his eyes.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something, and it seemed like… nothing.

I just felt itchy scalp, pounding heartbeat, and a feeling of being out of breath.

"Brother Yang, thank you."

Ling Xiao's smile was gentle, and there seemed to be a spiritual rhythm all over her body.

Although that spirit shadow had no realm, it gave Ling Xiao an extremely terrifying oppression.

If you want to capture Wanbing Daozang, you must first kill and integrate it.

Yang Yuan is nothing to worry about. Now this Son of Destiny has only 6,000 luck left in total, and he can harvest it on the spot without wasting the luck and plundering talisman.

"Ling... Young Master Ling Xiao, I found this secret treasure with all my hard work. If Young Master... Young Master is willing, I can swear by my heart. As long as Young Master does not interfere in this matter, Yang Yuan will remember your kindness... "

"Om!!"

Before Yang Yuan could finish his words, Ling Xiao suddenly burst out with radiance in his hands, and it fell from the sky.

Yang Yuan's face was stunned for a moment, and a flash of anger suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Can! !

Before he could take action to resist, he saw that a spiritual shadow standing in front of the treasure hall suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of Yang Yuan. The moment his palm was raised, an infinite vision rose up, transformed into thousands of divine soldiers, and directly pierced through the sea. , smashing Ling Xiao's offensive.

Ancient swords, long knives, halberds and golden spears, overwhelming and endless, and...every divine weapon is filled with a strong holy will, it is actually a sacred weapon! !

Looking at the Wan Dao Bingfeng standing in the void, Yang Yuan's face instantly froze, and the next moment, a flash of ecstasy suddenly appeared in his eyes. He didn't expect that, now that he has not yet merged with Wanbing Daozang, the spirit of Daozang would choose to shelter him!

"Wanbing Daozang, that's what it means..."

Ling Xiao nodded lightly, but there was no panic on his face.

Especially the Myriad Dao Sacred Artifact, like a blazing sun in the sky, exuding a dazzling divine brilliance.

although! !

Most of the grades of this Myriad Dao Sacred Artifact are in the low-grade category, but compared to the vast majority of the sect forces in Qingcang, such a background is already terrifying.

You must know that it is as strong as the Ling clan. In the Qiankun bag that Ling Yuanxing handed over to Ling Xiao at the beginning, there were only dozens of sacred artifacts, but they were of higher rank.

Suddenly, Ling Xiao had a bold idea, if... he could integrate this Taoist treasure and replace all the sacred artifacts with... holy swords, what a magnificent sight it would be.

Wave your hand, ten thousand swords will come out, who will stop heaven and earth?

What's more, the sword bone that Ling Xiao is practicing now is the supreme supernatural power of kendo.

Even if you don't use the aura of the devil, I am afraid that this Qingcang generation will not be able to compete with it.

"Young man, retreat now, but you can save your life."

Colorful Lingying looked at Ling Xiao with serious eyes.

It was originally transformed by Dao rhyme, and it is particularly sensitive to the fluctuation of breath.

For some reason, at this time, it felt a very sinister and terrifying fluctuation on this young man!

Even if it is, there is no certainty that it can be killed on the spot.

That's right, it is a Taoist artifact spirit that can mobilize the power of ten thousand soldiers, but in the final analysis, it has no cultivation base itself, just a piece of spiritual consciousness.

Once broken, it will be completely annihilated.

"Om!!"

only! !

Just as Yang Yuan looked at Ling Xiao with a defiant expression, a buzzing sound suddenly resounded again between the heavens and the earth.

I saw a black robe with a whole body embroidered on it, and the figure of the blood cloud embroidered on it manifested from the void, and then involuntarily rushed towards the spiritual shadow.

With the strength of Ye Zu's Corpse Puppet, even if he encounters the real Heavenly Sovereign, he can still fight against him.

And as long as the spiritual shadow is broken, Wan Bingdao can't be attacked and self-destructed.

"boom!"

The void vibrated, and the vast Qi machine poured out thousands of miles.

Although the present Ye Zu has long lost his former power, but under Ling Xiao's sacrifice, his corpse has become more and more tough and terrifying.

I saw thousands of miles of blue sky in a flash, and countless holy lights fell from the sky, like falling stars, and slashed towards Ye Zu brazenly.

That amount is enough to annihilate the world and instantly drown Ye Zu's figure.

I have to say that this Wanbing Daozang is indeed terrifying and terrifying.

No matter how powerful the fleshly body is, under the beheading of the Myriad Dao Sacred Artifact, it is afraid that it will be completely shattered.

Before the treasure hall, Yang Yuan looked at the fragmented space in front of him, only felt his scalp numb, inexplicably excited!

if only! !

Today, if he can integrate this Daozang, who else in this world can fight him?

Ling clan young master? !

Thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi, sooner or later you will pay the price for what you do today!

"Buzz!"

But just as Yang Yuan was pondering secretly, he saw the black-clothed youth in the distance suddenly take a step, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

In an instant, Yang Yuan only felt cold all over his body, and even his face turned completely pale.

Can! !

Before he could be prepared, beside him, a repressed strong wind suddenly resounded.