Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"how is this possible…"

Lei Wulu stood in the void, trembling all over.

At this moment, he could see that, under that blade, his most powerful trump card was shattering inch by inch.

In just a moment, the Zidian Longying was directly annihilated, but the thunderous sword was unabated, and it slashed towards him in anger.

There is only a dark and terrifying deep crack in the sky, the rules are falling, and the edge is timeless.

Wanzhang Daohui almost cut the entire secret realm in half, extremely powerful.

This knife has transcended the order of heaven.

I saw that the blade brilliance passed by, and the void kept shattering, but it was difficult to overlap.

For a moment, Lei Wuzhi only felt his soul tremble, and his body became cold.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Ling Xiao was already recognized as the strongest in the contemporary era after only a year after he was born.

turn out to be! !

He is not human at all! !

The one who can destroy his thunder source can never be a spiritual offensive, it can only be a more terrifying force.

And now, in the entire Qingcang, no one can cultivate this kind of power.

The divine pattern on his forehead was the background that the world lord bestowed upon the Heavenly Thunder Temple back then, which contained a trace of the power of the origin.

This kind of power can only be cultivated by a true immortal! !

However, it was such a terrifying method, but it was cut off by Ling Xiao.

Then, what kind of divine power did he exert?

"Ling Xiao!!! You really dare to kill me!!!"

Lei Wuru roared in despair, without a trace of arrogance and power.

At this time, he only felt endless panic, and at the same time... vaguely guessed something.

If Ling Xiao is not a human race, then... he must not be an immortal race.

Otherwise, it would not be the Jiezhu Palace who controls Qingcang now, but the Primordial Ling Clan.

Therefore, his identity... can only be the Demon Race who once stood side by side with the Immortal Race! !

The devil?

For a moment, Lei Wuxi seemed to have guessed something, and a pair of eyes suddenly widened.

During this year, the Azure Blue Demons have been everywhere, and countless rumors about the Demons have spread.

And whenever the demon is mentioned, there is another name that is bound to be praised.

Ling Xiao! !

This young master of the Primordial Ling Clan has always been on the front line of slaughtering demons.

And too dazzling brilliance, it is always easy to make people ignore the surrounding darkness.

It turns out that Shaojun's concerns... are true! !

"Ling Xiao!! You killed me, Tianlei Temple will not let you go!!"

"Push!"

But, after all, Lei Wuzhi's eyebrows, a bloody light loomed.

And his ten-zhang thunder body, directly under the brilliance of the sword, cracked from it, turned into a thunderous light scattered down the sky.

"Drip! Congratulations to the Host for successfully killing the Son of Destiny. The plundering luck is worth 14,000 points, and the villain is worth 140,000 points."

"Dip! Congratulations to the Host for successfully killing the Son of Destiny and getting an additional reward: the Holy Body of Heavenly Thunder!"

"Dip! Congratulations to the Host for successfully killing the Son of Destiny and getting an additional reward: Jiuxiao Zilong Lei."

Ling Xiao reached out and took the thunder hammer that fell from below into his hands, a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes.

The weight of this thunder hammer is really terrifying.

Even with his physical strength, he felt a hint of heaviness.

Such a hammer should be very painful, right?

Ling Xiao turned his head to look at the group of Bai Family Holy Lands who were still fighting with everyone. Black swirls flickered in his eyes, and the figure suddenly disappeared in place.

When it reappeared, it actually came directly to the top of a strong man of the eighth rank of the holy realm.

Then! ! I saw his small hammer tap lightly, and the whole world suddenly cracked open.

The powerhouse of the eighth-rank holy realm looked up blankly, and saw a black screen rolling down from the sky, and his head was instantly smashed to smithereens.

"Um?"

At this time, everyone in the Bai family had no intention of fighting, and there was panic in their eyes.

although! !

They knew the status of the Ling family in the upper realm, but they still didn't expect that this young man had the strength to crush Lei Wulu.

Originally, they came here today to avenge Bai Ci'er's revenge and to see the little Lei Lord show his prestige.

But, things backfired.

"Walk!!"

The remaining Bai Family Holy Land Patriarch roared angrily, surging with spiritual might, struggling to knock Shi Potian back a few steps, turned around and wanted to escape.

At this moment, the entire sky where he was, suddenly a ray of black flames lingered, trapping the world and burning everything.

"Damn!!"

Even with his holy cultivation base, he felt extremely heart palpitations, and he could only desperately mobilize his spiritual power to try to resist the black flame.

However, along with a buzzing sound from the top of the head, I saw a black thunder hammer descending from the sky and smashed a head.

Soon, when the sky above, the spiritual power was exhausted, the figures of Ye Qingchan and others fell from the sky and stood in front of Ling Xiao.

At this time, everyone's faces were all calm and indifferent, and even Xuanyuan Weiyang seemed to be used to this kind of battle.

"In this hall, there should be the remains of an Immortal Emperor buried. Come in with me."

Ling Xiao said gently, turned and walked towards the black ancient temple.

A corpse of an immortal emperor who has ruled for eternity, the immortal origin contained in it can be said to be extremely terrifying.

Although Ling Xiao's current combat power can be said to be invincible in contemporary times.

But as these ancient monsters and descendants of the temple appeared one by one, Ling Xiao still felt a little pressure.

This immortal path has never been covered by one person for nine days.

What's more, now Ling Xiao has smelled some conspiracy of his rebirth.

Even the powerhouses around him who have lived for dozens of Ten Thousand Years may be chess pieces in the hands of others, or even chess players.

Only Ye Qingchan and the others in front of them, after being recognized by the system, cultivated by themselves, are the real trump cards in Ling Xiao's hands.

"Master, those spirit treasures..."

Ye Qingchan's bright eyes trembled, and there seemed to be a chill all over her body.

But Ling Xiao smiled and shook his head, "Don't worry, none of them can escape."

There is Xiong Huan guarding the entrance to the secret realm and turning into a demon. These unlucky geniuses have no chance of escaping at all.

"Um."

The corner of Ye Qingchan's mouth raised a smile, that's all.

This kind of strategizing and exhaustive gesture is really... fascinating.

Ye Qingchan raised her foot and walked to Ling Xiao's side, hugging his arm and pressing it tightly against his body.

The crowd followed closely behind the two of them and walked towards the black ancient temple in front of them.

"Buzz!"

With Ling Xiao's hand, he pushed open the stone gate that had been sealed for an unknown number of years.

I saw an immortal rhythm visible to the naked eye suddenly rushing out, turning into an endless glow and blooming in the sky.

The sacred sound of the Great Dao is splendidly spread, the fairy light is surging, the green lotus is hidden in the void, and the rhythm of the Dao is hanging down.

The entire secret realm suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the infinite vision at the end of the sky, with a touch of shocking ecstasy flashing in their eyes.

Fairy, born! !

Although, with their strength, they would not dare to have any greed for such holy treasures of heaven and earth.

However, just bathing under this immortal brilliance is a blessing to them.

More and more people are sitting in place, no longer looking for those scattered treasures.

Disputes are all over, only the lingering radiance rushes into the sky, and time passes.