Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Lord! The remaining three hundred and thirty-seven members of the Black Demon Race are captured."

In their view, the Son of God has come, and this disaster will be revealed safely.

Soon, the news that the Black Demons were destroyed by Ling Xiao spread throughout the entire Kyushu.

All in all, the strength of this Black Devil Holy Son is very powerful, and it is simply not something that his peers can compete with.

The powerhouses who have truly entered the Supreme are rarely involved in the affairs of the world.

This long-lost... tense, anticipation, and blood.

Because, holy son, invincible! !

Just as everyone was looking forward to it, over the holy mountain, suddenly there was a divine blossom in the sky.

It is like a sea of ​​magic, endless layers and turbulent waves.

"Heibatian is here!!"

Whether it is an ancient freak or the heir of the god queen, there is no deterrent to him at all.

In the faint, there seems to be a ghost standing in the sky, magnificent and majestic, arbitrarily ruling this world.

It's just that everyone knows that this kind of calm is just the depression before the torrential rain.

What if the Manchus were slaughtered?

You must know that even if it is an immortal inheritance, the controller on the bright side is only the peak of the holy realm.

Today's Black Demons, it is difficult for him to call it a heritage. Because, whether it is the ancestors or the contemporary people, they have long lost the true blood of the demons.

As for where he went...

The breath alone has caused countless souls under the mountain to tremble, and there is an indescribable fear.

Black Devil Sacred Mountain, Ling Xiao sipped the immortal brew, leisurely and wanton, without a trace of panic at all.

"Invincible fairy? This is the real contemporary invincibility, right?"

However, even if it is a pseudo-sage, it is simply not something that ordinary people in the noble realm can compete with.

The originally dull-eyed Black Demon clansman suddenly glowed with glory, raised his head and roared, his eyes full of excitement.

The entire Kyushu fell into a strange silence in an instant.

Finally, one day, at the border of Zhongzhou, a magic cloud suddenly gathered, floating and sinking thousands of miles.

Of course, that's not to say he'll let the boy who slaughtered the Dark Lord go.

With Bai Zhixi's talent, if there is a chance, he will be able to escape safely.

Suddenly, blood splattered everywhere, and the dignified black demon ancestor, the ninth-rank holy realm, was beaten to the head in such a humiliating gesture! !

Everyone knows that soon, there will be a world-renowned battle on the Black Devil Holy Mountain.

Everyone's eyes converged on the origin of the devil in an instant.

The news of the Black Demon Race had already reached his ears.

The only thing that can trap her is the Holy Artifact of the Spirit Treasure.

On the contrary, he will use such a much-anticipated battle to announce his return.

After experiencing the turmoil ten Ten Thousand Years ago, Hei Batian already knew the cruelty of this immortal way like the back of his hand.

"It's not just the current generation, even if it's an older generation of powerhouses, I'm afraid that it's not a match for Young Master Ling Xiao, right?"

even! !

However, it was this kind of expectation that made the land of Kyushu, which had been chaotic for several months, suddenly calm down.

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand, took out a wine jug from the Qiankun Ring, leaned on the golden chair in front of the hall, and sipped the wine lightly.

No matter what era the evildoer is, it is not worth mentioning in front of Ling Xiao.

Only he, Hei Batian, alone... holds up the character of the black devil.

"Ling Xiao!! You will regret it, I, the Black Devil, will definitely kill all of you hypocritical humans!!"

It's back, everything is back! !

Different from the holy realm of this lower realm, Hei Batian's holy calamity was spent ten Ten Thousand Years ago in the upper realm of Qingcang.

This scene was really shocking.

"Push!"

One punch smashed a 4th-Rank Saint Realm powerhouse, this kind of combat power is comparable to that of many clan masters in the Upper Realm, right?

He will definitely carry the dignity of the Black Demons, break through the shackles, the gods of war cut down the immortals, not to mention... the humble human race.

He had not experienced this kind of humiliation for a long time.

"Holy Son!! Holy Son, save me!!!"

At this time, all his divine soul power has been sealed, and it is really difficult to die.

Especially for the sect forces in Kyushu, it is simply... absurd to watch a race that is regarded as a god by various ethnic groups in Kyushu so easily suppressed and reduced to prisoners.

finally! !

After the Blood Feather Clan, the real hegemonic clan in this lower realm finally fell into the hands of the son.

There are fourteen of his holy patterns, and they can be called invincible when looking at the world!

Xiong Huan and the others walked to the front of the hall and bowed to Ling Xiao.

Holy Land! !

Kamui is mighty, and the dark and eerie demonic energy envelopes the sun and the moon.

"It's been a day."

But, no matter how strong and domineering Ling Xiao is, in the eyes of the Black Demons, the Holy Son is an invincible existence.

Although, this lower realm is mostly false saints.

And the news of Hei Batian's appearance quickly spread here.

There are also rumors that the Black Demon Saint descended on Qingluan Academy that day and took away countless medicinal pills.

I saw at this time, on the square, one after another of the Black Demon tribe was sluggish, shrugged their heads, lined up neatly in a row, and knelt in front of Ling Xiao.

After all, luck is there.

Moreover, his arrogance seems to be on par with Ling Xiao.

There, a young man in black armor walked out of Yamanaka and looked at the central holy mountain with a calm expression.

On his body, there are avenues of runes intertwined, his eyes revealing endless fighting intent, the magic marks are derived, and there is an invincible luster.

Moreover, the holy prestige on Hei Batian is actually more terrifying than the black demon ancestor of the ninth rank of the holy realm! !

Some people say that in fact, he is the ancestor of the dark demon, and he is just a ghost.

Ling Xiao said indifferently, while Xiong Huan, who was behind the Black Demon Ancestor, stretched out his palm and punched him on the head.

Under the holy mountain, there was an uproar.

I'm getting more and more excited. The top-notch monster showdown between the upper and lower worlds is really exciting.

At the same time, Young Master Ling Xiao's gauntlet was also fueled by various people of justice and spread.

After all, as long as he reaches the top of the sky, these nine days are... the nine days of the Dark Demon.

Especially recently, there has been a lot of rumors about the identity of this black devil son.

However, there was not a trace of anger on his face, but an undisguised fighting intent.

Obviously, he should be... retreating to practice.

Some people say that this holy son is the reincarnation of the ancestor of the dark devil, born with divine power.

And in that layer of demonic energy, a mighty and tall figure stood with his hands behind his back.

The entire Black Devil Holy Mountain, completely.

Rolling is not at the same level at all.

Before the main hall, the Dark Demon Ancestor gritted his teeth and looked shy and angry.

In the ancient forest, countless heavenly talents from the upper realm sighed deeply, their eyes trembling.

"Ling Xiao, just wait on the holy mountain, I'll kill you right now."

There were only a dozen or so people on Ling Xiao's side, but in a short period of time, he had slaughtered hundreds of black demon powerhouses.

"Starting from the highest realm, one day, one demon will be executed."

Hei Batian said indifferently, the pressure of the fourth rank of the holy realm surging the world, attracting thousands of visions.

His talent is forever unique.