Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Father...mother..."

On the side of Long Ran, Zhan Xiaotian's eyes trembled, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

This scene is very similar to three hundred years ago.

It was only at the beginning that he was weak and ignorant, thinking that it was because the emperor was concerned, and his parents comforted him with tears, and then he embarked on this road of... almost no return.

But now, with the same 30,000 warriors, Zhan Xiaotian's eyes only had a shocking war intent.

These three hundred years of ordeal, not only did not make his Dao heart dust, but he became more and more tenacious.

The mountains and rivers are far and wide, and the stars in the world.

If there is no strength, let alone defending the family and the country, it means that life is in the breath of others.

Zhan Xiaotian suddenly bowed and bowed deeply towards Ling Xiao.

At this time, the bottom of his heart was a real awe for Ling Xiao.

If it wasn't for Young Master today, he wouldn't be able to leave Wudi City at all, let alone appear in the War Dynasty with such an upright posture.

even! !

Even if he finally escaped from Emperor Wu City according to the plan of his father and the high priest, how many of the 30,000 battle attendants will be left in front of him?

"Go."

Ling Xiao waved his hand and threw a sound transmission talisman at Zhan Xiaotian, "From today onwards, the Zhan Dynasty will be protected by my Ling family."

"Congratulations to send your son!!"

"Congratulations to send the son!!!"

The 30,000 battle attendants, together with the battle emperor, bowed together and watched the dragon chariot leave in awe.

In the past few days, what happened in Wudi City has already spread throughout the entire Shenwu territory.

To Zhan Xiaotian, the kindness of Young Master Ling Xiao is like re-creation!

It was not until the dragon carriage was hidden in the clouds that Zhan Xiaotian got up and fell from the sky.

In front of him, a middle-aged man with a majestic face and a golden robe stood with his hands behind his back, with a gentle smile.

Behind the middle-aged, stood a beautiful woman in golden robe, graceful and luxurious, quiet and elegant.

"Father, Queen Mother!"

Zhan Xiaotian burst into tears and knelt in front of the two of them with a plop, and he couldn't cry for a long time.

"Just come back, just come back!"

"My son, you are suffering."

The Emperor of War and after the war also held back their tears, lifted Zhan Xiaotian from the ground, and headed towards the central bank of the ancient city.

"Father, Queen Mother, I'm going to my ancestral land and find my ancestors to retreat!!"

Zhan Xiaotian clenched his palm tightly, sweeping the situation with his aura.

Above his head, there seems to be a sky hanging down, suppressing all the worlds, including all the wilds.

"But... Xiaotian..."

The Emperor Zhan looked hesitant, although he could inherit the name of Emperor Zhan.

But all the war clans, even the powerhouses of the three thousand immortal dynasties, know that there is only one war emperor in Qingcang.

only! !

Now, although Zhan Xiaotian is protected by the son and returns to the Zhan Dynasty, once he behaves too evilly, it is inevitable that he will not be secretly guarded by Emperor Shenwu.

"Father, don't worry, since the son said that he will protect me and fight the dynasty, he will never allow anyone to trample on the dignity of our family."

Zhan Xiaotian's eyes were cold, obviously he had complete trust in Ling Xiao.

After all, with the strength of this young master, if you really want to destroy a dynasty, there is no need for such trouble.

"This…"

"Royal Father!! Is it possible that I, the war clan, will continue to survive? With this oath of heaven, do you think... the Emperor of God will let us go?"

Zhan Xiaotian took a deep breath, the sky above his head vibrated, and it evolved into a myriad of miraculous things.

"Hey, Xiaotian has grown up..."

A trace of vicissitudes appeared on the face of the Emperor of War, he nodded lightly, and looked up at the sky in the distance.

The sky is now, and the gods are destroyed.

Now that the sky has come, why does he have to hesitate?

With Xiaotian's talent, and the inheritance of his ancestors, he will soon stand on the top of this blue sky.

I just don't know whether Emperor Wu's cultivation level has broken the shackles and achieved a new world and earth.

"Okay! This time, the royal father believes in you."

In the end, Zhan Emperor seemed to have made up his mind, and reached out and patted Zhan Xiaotian on the shoulder. After 300 years of forbearance, now that Zhan Xiaotian can return to the Zhan Dynasty, he should also believe that this youngest son already has the strength and disposition of his own.

The warriors are loyal and fierce, but they were bullied by Shenwu for ten Ten Thousand Years. This tone... is indeed depressing.

Now, since Young Master Ling Xiao is willing to advance and retreat with Xiaotian, perhaps... this will be the only opportunity for the Zhan Clan to turn around.

After all, it is well known to everyone that the Emperor of War had voluntarily backed down, and only then did Emperor Wu's grand deed of dominating a thousand dynasties come to fruition.

But only every patriarch of the war clan, that is, the inheritor of the emperor of war, knew that a shocking gambling war had broken out between the two great emperors.

In the end, the Emperor of War was defeated, and he was willing to serve as a minister. He was stationed at the frontier of Emperor Shenwu for Ten Thousand Years, and he was also protecting the soldiers who once fought side by side.

But according to the emperor's guess, Emperor Wu was also seriously injured, and even in order to win this battle, he used the martial arts taboo technique.

From the very beginning, the Emperor of War did not think that after the unification of the world, Emperor Wu would easily let go of the war clan and the many supreme powerhouses who followed him.

Therefore, in that battle, the Emperor of War was not for the throne, but for... to frighten Emperor Wu.

Now that ten Ten Thousand Years have passed, Emperor Wu has never appeared. It seems that the injuries he suffered in those days were far more serious than the Emperor Zhan imagined, which gave the Zhan Clan more time.

But, Emperor Wu was so shocked that it was impossible for him to fall easily.

The war clan, sooner or later, will face the real wrath of this great emperor.

Of course, according to the general plot, the existence of Emperor Wu is most likely a huge stepping stone for the rise of Zhan Xiaotian.

After ten Ten Thousand Years of cultivation, he should have revived the prestige of the Great Emperor.

However, this divine martial emperor had an amazing scheming. With a seriously injured body, he found another way to merge the veins of the dragon, the origin of the emperor, and the soul of the blood and bones into the bronze divine coffin. Unique in the world.

As a result, he was afraid that he had never dreamed that he would be a dignified emperor, who did not fall into the Thousand Dynasties Conquest, nor in the hands of the Emperor of War, but fell into... the forbidden ancestral land arranged by himself.

Huh, another way.

The way of this world, if you do it well, is to stand out and become famous.

If it's not good, it's just... no dog leash.

At the same time, thousands of miles away.

Ling Xiao lay reclining on the chariot, with clear eyes watching the changing clouds in the distance and the clear breeze.

The situation of the Emperor Shenwu has now been completely disrupted by him.

No matter what happens to Wu Hongsi in the end, the contradiction between the two forces is completely settled.

And as long as Zhan Xiaotian is given some more time to grow, this Fang Dynasty... should be completely destroyed.

"Young Master...Are we going back to the Ling Clan?"

Xuanyuan Weiyang tilted his small head, and a hint of sadness suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The scene when Cai Zhan Xiaotian returned to fight the dynasty was really touching.

Inexplicably, Xuanyuan Weiyang actually missed some relatives and friends in the clan.

"if not?"

Ling Xiao smiled, but saw Xuanyuan Weiyang suddenly emboldened and rubbed against his arms, "Master, when will you go to Manbei to see auntie? She seems to miss you very much."

Before leaving, Xuanyuan Lengtan once said that she would not be able to return to the Xuanyuan Clan unless she cultivated the Human Sovereign to the seventh level.

Although with Xuanyuan Weiyang's talent, sooner or later, he will cultivate this scripture to the fullest, but... Today, I have no intention to cultivate, and I want to go back to the extreme north to see the wind and sand and see the snow.

only! !

Of course Xuanyuan Weiyang couldn't tell Ling Xiao these words, otherwise once the little aunt asked, it would be a shame.

But, if the son wants to go to Manbei to visit his aunt, can I show him a head office?

whee.

"Oh? Did my mother miss me, or did you miss home?"

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand and flicked Xuanyuan Weiyang's forehead, only to see a layer of haze rising on the girl's face, sticking out her tongue, "No, I'm not homesick! I'm already an adult, only children I will miss home."

Xuanyuan Weiyang snorted softly and turned his head to look elsewhere, but the ruddy tips of his ears still revealed the embarrassment in his heart at this time.

Of course, now Ling Xiao's body has reached the northern border, and Xuanyuan Weiyang has surrendered.

As long as he has a thought, he can bring it from the domain to the Xuanyuan family.

Can…

This time, Ling Xiao went to the Xuanyuan clan not to visit her mother, but to frighten the clan, and it was somewhat inconvenient to have Weiyang beside her.

Another day, when the golden dragon and jade chariot landed in the center of the war zone, Ling Xiao disappeared immediately.

At the same time, in the extreme north, a figure in black stood in the void, staring coldly at a towering ancient city below.

This city, called Beidi City, was built when the Xuanyuan family was expelled.

Today, the city's status in the extreme north is like the realm of the Lord's Hall for the major forces in Qingcang.

The barbarian people have always been based on the ethnic group and lived in the iceberg desert.

In their hearts, the human emperor Xuanyuan is the ancestor of the human race. Although it cannot be compared with the ancient gods such as Fuxi and Nuwa, it is still the foundation for the continuation of the human race.

Even if the immortal race now controls the nine heavens and oppresses all races, in the heart of the barbarians, their beliefs have never changed!