Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Boom."

In an instant, the Six Paths of Heaven and Earth, the cycle of life and death collapsed.

And the world in front of Ling Xiao finally shattered and opened at the moment when the knife was slashed.

Punishment, Evil God, Soul Requiem, Unparalleled Dao Resentment, Jie.

There are five of the nine immemorial styles.

But Ling Xiao has a faint feeling that his path to enlightenment does not seem to have really begun.

He lowered his head and looked at the magic blade that he was holding in his hand, his eyes dignified.

Now it seems that there are probably ancient gods Anzi next to the demons.

In this way, his fall can be justified.

only! !

Why did he leave the inheritance in the reincarnation magic blade, is it a coincidence or...premeditated.

Or maybe the demons already knew that they would fall, so they left this inheritance and taught themselves to practice after reincarnation?

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, and a trace of coldness gradually appeared in his eyes.

regardless! !

What kind of secrets are hidden behind this layer of fog, it is a challenge for Ling Xiao.

Those who can kill the demons must be the true powerhouses of the Nine Heavens.

even! !

Ling Xiao suspects that the person who betrayed the demons back then is likely to still be alive.

Therefore, in the end, whether he is a demon or a chess piece, he will face endless dangers.

Moreover, if this reincarnation is just the backhand of the demon, then Ling Xiao's situation is bound to be even more dangerous.

Reincarnation is reincarnation, and memory should be preserved in any routine.

However, at the moment when Ling Xiao passed through, there was no memory of the demon.

It is undeniable that the original "Ling Xiao" was too weak to awaken his true self.

But... if he is not a demon at all, but just inherits the body of a demon, what should he do?

A chill quietly permeated, Ling Xiao clenched the magic blade in his palm and fell into a long silence.

From beginning to end, he was trying to find a way out of the control of others.

Whether it is to subdue the Son of Destiny or the Daughter of Destiny, they are all for one day to use their strength to fight against the immortals and even the Dao of Heaven.

After all, luck represents variables, and even the most terrifying ancient god cannot replace the will of the Great Dao.

But now, Ling Xiao suddenly discovered that this... is far from enough.

Before, he had been guarding against the ancient gods of the immortal race, but he believed in the will of the demons.

Whether it is the exercises he cultivates or the spiritual treasures in his hands, they are all inherited from the demons.

But today, Ling Xiao suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of crisis the moment he saw the man in gold.

If he follows the path in front of him, he may eventually become the pinnacle of the world.

But, in the end, no matter how many backhands he prepares, he doesn't really jump out of this chess game.

External forces may change the situation, but they can never break free.

so…

Ling Xiao's eyes were calm, and the figure gradually disappeared in place.

In the God War Realm, the ancient ship Xuantian fell from the sky.

Ling Xiao, on the other hand, returned to the Central Sacred Mountain. After chatting with Xuanyuan Weiyang for a while, he walked into the hall again and disappeared.

Counting the time, there is still more than a month before the opening of the undead world.

In recent months, Qingcang suddenly has many ancient sects hidden sects appear in the world, I am afraid that it is also preparing for the birth of the next immortal path.

And this chaotic world, after all, has gradually opened the curtain, which is exciting.

Conquest of all races, chaos begins.

And Ling Xiao's purpose was never to control a mortal realm, but to be truly unique in the Nine Heavens.

The more leeks are drawn, the faster he will grow.

"Om."

The whole domain returned to tranquility, and Ling Xiao's figure appeared in the frontier of the God War Domain.

"Son."

Between the ancient mountains and dense forests, two figures shuttled. At this time, Ning Chuan's face was clearly showing a hint of excitement.

The battle the day before yesterday was the most hearty battle in his life.

The thrill of that slaughter made him unable to stop.

Of course, if the opponent is stronger, this feeling will be more intense.

"Follow me to a place."

When Ling Xiao thought about it, since Yixiang Court was blatantly opened in Hanshan City, there must be something else in it.

It has to be said that this means of concealing one's eyes and ears is indeed brilliant.

After all, no one would have thought that the power of the dignified world main hall would be related to Xianglou.

Moreover, the incense building is mixed with fish and dragons, and people of all kinds enter...

Wonderful.

With Ling Xiao's formation skills, it is naturally impossible to compare with Ning Chuan. This lunatic's talent in formation is still worthy of recognition.

With him, no matter what kind of formation and barrier hidden in Yixianglou, he could not escape his eyes.

"it is good!"

Ning Chuan grinned, only to feel his blood boil.

Now his fairy way is not too perfect.

Study the formation, kill the gods and kill people.

Originally in Daotian Academy, although Ning Chuan retreated all day and practiced the ancient god-slaying formation, he lacked the opportunity to fight.

Even if he competes with fellow apprentices and brothers, he is afraid to use his full strength.

But now, following behind the young master, he not only has enough time to cultivate, but also when he breaks through the cultivation base, he can truly kill himself and prove his heart.

This kind of life is comfortable and comfortable.

"You'd better not do anything without my permission."

Ling Xiao's brows were raised lightly, especially the flickering light in Ning Chuan's pure black eyes, which made his scalp feel numb.

At this time, Ning Chuan's cultivation base has reached the peak of the noble realm, and even his luck has climbed to 18,000.

Looking at the contemporary era, his combat power is enough to crush most of the ancient sects.

"Yes! Son."

Ning Chuan restrained a little, with a pure smile on his face, and there was no trace of murder in the slightest.

World Lord Hall, above the square.

Xue Xiyan stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the cloud dome.

Behind him, Lu Xinghe bowed his head slightly and said nothing.

He saw the Hanyang World War.

Ling Xiao did, as he expected, appear in the lower realm and kill countless people.

even! !

Now, the strength of this young master of the Ling clan has reached the point of slaying the saint with a wave of his hand.

You must know that in the Qingcang realm, the Supreme Being is not gone, and the holy realm is already the pinnacle of the clan.

Although the world is in turmoil and evil spirits are frequently appearing, the people of today who can kill the holy realm are all true heaven's favored sons.

Of course, the holy realm that Ling Xiao killed was just a fake saint, but even so, it was a little shocking.

You must know that this young master of the Ling clan has only had a total of one year since he was born.

The last time Xue Xiyan saw him, he was only a person who first stepped into the realm of honor.

One year, beheaded.

If his cultivation had really entered the holy realm, it would be considered a threat to Xue Xiyan.

However, it is only a threat.

Because his trump card has never been the ancient bell known to the world.

As long as he can enter the supreme realm, no one in this world is his opponent.

"Young Master... Gu Chaoci has returned to the ancient Xianhuang Dynasty, and the young master of the Ling clan has also returned to the Ling clan."

Lu Xinghe sighed lightly and looked at the immortal figure in front of him with vicissitudes of life.

Many times, he is always in a trance, as if standing in front of him is not the young master at all, but... the real world master.

The kind of indifferent detachment that the world collapses without fear, it is really too similar.

It was as if everything in the world was under his control, and nothing could surprise him at all.