Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Um?"

Hearing the voice, everyone's faces were stunned.

As a saint of Qingluan Academy, Lin Yuan was rarely challenged by anyone.

After all, the traditional virtue of Lianxiangxiyu is deeply engraved in the bones of the world.

Qin Yan frowned slightly and turned to look at the place where the voice came from.

I saw a burly young man dressed in black standing in front of the stage, with a bronze ghost face covering his face, looking extremely terrifying.

"Who are you?"

Qin Yan stood in front of Lin Yuan, fighting intent in his eyes.

But the young man just shook his head, walked to the center of the battlefield, and said coldly, "Why, do you want to break the rules set by Qingluan Academy yourself?"

When the words fell, the ghost-faced youth didn't even look at Qin Yan, but turned to look at Palace Master Qingluan.

"Of course not, Yuan'er."

Palace Master Qingluan's voice was indifferent, obviously a little unhappy.

But in front of Jiuzhou Tianjiao, he didn't want to violate the rules, and immediately nodded to Lin Yuan.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan didn't hesitate any longer, the lotus step moved slightly, and the figure suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

"Who are you?"

"Just a nobody."

The ghost-faced youth shook his head, and before Lin Yuan could react, a pair of palms suddenly stuck out.

Suddenly, a stream of light ripped apart the void and plunged straight into Lin Yuan.

"Um?"

Lin Yuan's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and the ancient sword floated out in front of her, and the sword's brilliance was ups and downs, blocking the stream of light and cold shadow.

"Buzz!"

But, at this moment, the ghost-faced young man's palm protruded again, and the cold light flickered on it, as if it was made of immortal gold, and he directly held the ancient sword in his hand.

Lin Yuan's expression changed, and just as she was about to dodge back, she saw a black chain meandering from behind the ghost-faced youth, blocking all her escape routes.

"This is…"

Under the battle stage, the expressions of many people changed, obviously they never thought that this ghost-faced youth was so sinister, with hidden weapons all over his body.

"Push!"

Lin Yuan couldn't dodge in time, was directly drawn by the black chain, and fell on the battlefield.

"die!"

The ghost-faced youth snorted coldly, his figure swept out, and a pair of iron fists swung down again.

"Yuan'er!!"

Above the sky, a sword intent suddenly swept across the sky and the earth.

I saw behind Qin Yan, a pair of fire feathers emerged, appearing in front of Lin Yuan almost instantly.

Then, the bone sword was slashed, and the blue lotus all over the sky fell, directly shrouding the figure of the ghost-faced youth.

"Om."

The vast sword intent shattered the robe of the young man almost instantly.

Even the bronze ghost face on his face cracked a terrifying crack and fell in half.

Can! !

What is frightening is that there is not a trace of blood flowing out of his body, as if... Qin Yan's sword intent never caused even the slightest damage to him.

In the end, the sword intent dissipated, revealing one of the dark figures.

only! !

That kind of darkness is not the armor defense, but the flesh of the ghost-faced youth.

In other words, such a body can no longer be called a flesh body, but... a puppet! !

He actually forged himself into a war puppet.

even! !

The face under that ghost face was flickering with a metallic luster, shocking.

"You... who are you?"

Lin Yuan struggled to get up, her eyes were full of fear. "People of the right way are indeed all hypocritical."

The ghost-faced youth shook his head and smiled, with murderous intent in his eyes, "Who am I?"

"Saint Qingluan still remembers, Meng Wuhen."

"Meng Wuhen?"

Lin Yuan frowned slightly and shook her head slightly.

"Also, as a saint, how can you remember such a small person? I wonder if the saint still remembers... Jintian City under the Wanmo Cliff in Youzhou?"

"Wan Moya...Jintiancheng...you...you are that evil cultivator!!"

Lin Yuan seemed to suddenly think of something, and a flash of fear suddenly flashed in his eyes.

At the beginning, she had practiced in Youzhou, and had encountered an evil Taoist genius in Jintian City.

It's just that the man has a vicious personality, and his words are light, and he was killed by her and the guardian behind her.

In this way, during the trip to Youzhou, Lin Yuan encountered many assassinations, but she was resolved one by one, and finally managed to escape back to Qingzhou.

Unexpectedly, that evil spirit is not dead! !

"It seems that the saint remembered it! However, I am not Meng Wuhen, I am his younger brother, next to Meng Yu."

"Evil cultivator? Just because I, Meng Shi, practiced the way of death, is it an evil cultivator?"

Meng Yu shook his head beside him, his tone still calm, "Do you know, Holy Maiden, because you killed many masters of my Meng clan, and finally led to my clan being designed by the enemy and slaughtered all over the family?"

"What? This..."

Lin Yuan's eyes trembled, but soon calmed down again.

This journey of immortality is so cruel.

She killed Meng Wuhen because the latter provoked first, and it was not her fault.

As for what happened next, she was not at all predictable.

"Of course, I know that this immortal journey should be like this, and the strong are respected, so... I came today to send the saint... to die."

Meng Yu sneered, and the moment he stepped out, countless figures suddenly appeared behind him.

It was a series of strange puppets, some people and monsters, and the whole body was pitch black.

Obviously, the materials of these puppets are the same as those on him, and they are extremely tough.

When the Meng tribe was slaughtered, Meng Yu was forced to jump into the cliff of ten thousand demons.

As a result, although he was not dead, he broke his whole body and could only crawl to find a way out.

The rich bloody smell has attracted countless creatures living in the darkness.

And the flesh next to Meng Yu was quickly eaten up.

only! !

Just as he was about to die, a sigh suddenly came from the depths of the abyss.

Meng Yu only vaguely remembered that he saw a tall ghost standing in front of him, silent.

Serve the devil with my body, and return my heart to the devil. If there is cause and effect, add to my body.

This was the oath that Meng Yu was chanting in his heart at that time, but perhaps this obsession was too unwilling and resentful.

Finally, he woke up from the darkness and saw a black golem.

Even now, Meng Yu has no idea what material this golem is made of.

However, when his blood and bones covered it, the golem actually merged with him.

Since ancient times, the Mon people have been famous in Kyushu for their organ techniques, giving life to the dead.

The true meaning of this path lies in the transformation of life and death.

For ten years, Meng Yupang never walked out of the great abyss at all, but devoted himself to cultivation and turned his body into the most terrifying puppet in the world.

Then, he deprived all the creatures he encountered and forged them into puppets.

"A mere demon, how dare you be presumptuous in my Qingluan Academy!!"

Palace Master Qingluan snorted coldly, his whole body surging with holy will.

only! !

At the moment when his voice fell, he saw a formation suddenly manifested on the top of Qingluan Mountain.

Wan Dao was wiped out, and the killing potential shook the sky.

On each of the array patterns, there seems to be a supreme killing potential, which can kill the gods! !