Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Boom!!"

Throughout the extreme north, countless ancient and powerful auras walked out of the deep mountains and barren forests, looking in the direction of the Tianshan Mountains.

I saw the void there, already filled with purple electricity, like divine punishment, shocking.

Between the heavens and the earth, there are terrifying shadows hanging down.

It could be vaguely seen that it was a ray of sword light, tearing apart nine heavens and ten places, and slaying all the fairies, demons, demons and ghosts.

terrible! !

It is like the supreme divine machine shot out from the creation of Hongmeng, the more you look at it, the more frightened it is. Rao is a lot of supreme powers, and they all feel their eyes sting and their souls tremble.

The avenue is buzzing, and there are swords that go up and down 90,000 miles, opening up the world!

At this time, at the top of the Tianshan Mountains, Yuan Tianfeng's eyes were round and his lips were trembling, but he was unable to make a sound.

I saw Gu Luo waved his hand and slowly drew out an ancient sword from his back.

The kind of immortal brilliance covered by blood is shocking!

"I've been casting swords all my life, and I've been fortunate to meet this sword for three lifetimes. Today, I was born with a body of supreme blood and sacrificed to the sword. From now on, there will be no Guluo in the world, only Qingxiao!"

"boom!!"

The situation is changing, and the endless thunder waterfall falls from the sky, shattering the stone hall and destroying everything.

And as the Ancient Sword of Nine Tribulations was pulled out of the body by Gu Luo, Ling Xiao's eyes also flickered with satisfaction.

"There is no way to break the shackles of heaven, but one day, the son will shake the world for 90,000 miles. This sword will be able to cut through the ancients and the present, ranking in the fairyland! Haha, hahahaha!"

Gu Luo looked up to the sky and laughed, his vitality was exhausted, and he died without falling.

"Master!!!"

Yuan Tianfeng cried bitterly, knelt directly in front of Gu Luo, and couldn't bear it for a long time.

And Ling Xiao walked up to the master swordsmith, took the Nine Tribulations Ancient Sword from his hand, and carefully looked at every immortal pattern on it.

He has never been able to kill in his life, and this sword is in his hand.

Step on nine days and level the sea.

Who in the world is called a fairy?

I have a sword named Qingxiao.

Qing is a beautiful woman, Xiao is my wish.

Ling Xiao closed his eyes, and in front of him was a towering ancient city with peach blossoms in full bloom.

There was a woman, dressed in white, dancing gracefully.

In the end, he found the Nine Tribulations Divine Sword, and in the end, the beauty was not there.

"Master Gu Luo, finally fulfilled his long-cherished wish."

Finally, Ling Xiao opened his eyes, sighed lightly, and turned to look at the piece of immortal gold in front of the oven, "If you really understand his will, put away your cowardice and fulfill his last wish. "

"Last wish?"

Yuan Tianfeng looked at Ling Xiao blankly, but saw another thing in his hand, it was a pitch-black spear with golden patterns.

"Yes, the master has been working hard to forge a supreme weapon all his life. This piece of immortal gold was originally his long-cherished wish to retreat here, but unfortunately, he failed to polish it into a tool in the end. If you understand his persistence, His will should be passed on."

"A long-cherished wish...will..."

In Yuan Tianfeng's eyes, the sadness gradually dissipated.

Since he went up the mountain, he had never seen Master laugh like this today.

That's right, even though the master is dead, his ambition will not fade! !

"Son..."

"This war spear is also an immortal treasure, but it was broken. If you can repair it with immortal gold, you may be able to forge the truth."

Ling Xiao casually threw the Immortal War Spear to Yuan Tianfeng, "If you figure it out, I'll find you a place outside the world where you don't have to be disturbed by the world."

"Master!! I know what to do."

Yuan Tianfeng took a deep breath, held the spear in both hands, and bowed towards Gu Luo's body.

At this moment, the corpse of the master swordsmith finally turned into an infinite aura and dissipated in front of the two of them.

"Okay! You come with me."

Ling Xiao said indifferently, waved his palm lightly, and the two figures disappeared immediately.

Soon, the movement here attracted a lot of prying eyes. But whether it is the barbarian Daman or Qingcang Supreme, they only see an isolated stone hall on the top of the snow mountain, and nothing else.

Deep in the extreme north, the eternal night dissipates.

And the entrance to the place where the devil was buried has also been re-closed under the seal of Xuanyuan Grand View.

The Qingcang Realm seems to have regained its calm.

But, inexplicably, all the powerhouses know that a torrential rain is about to fall.

In front of the World Lord Hall, Xue Xiyan stood with her hands behind her back, looking towards the extreme north.

He naturally felt the fluctuation just now.

In other words, the general trend of smashing the world cannot be ignored at all.

"Young Master."

Behind him, Lu Xinghe bowed with a solemn expression.

"Did you find out?"

"According to the news from the extreme north, it is said that the Ling Clan's 100,000 demon guards are still guarding here, and it is difficult for outsiders to set foot there."

Lu Xinghe shook his head, but there was some emotion in his heart.

Since Ling Xiao's return, every major event in Qingcang seems to be closely related to him.

This battle for the palm of the sky seems to have completely kicked off without knowing it.

"Oh, go down."

Xue Xiyan's eyes were calm, and she didn't seem to be surprised at all.

He already knew that 100,000 Demon Guards had entered the extreme north.

And the movement just now, is likely to be a symbol of the birth of the treasure.

In other words, Ling Xiao not only got the surrender of the barbarians, but also got a treasure comparable to the Supreme Artifact.

His strength is getting stronger and stronger.

"there's one more thing…"

Lu Xinghe hesitated before taking a deep breath, "According to the spy of Tianwu Temple, the Lord of Tianwu Temple had taken Wuyue to the extreme north, and a few days ago, Wuyue's life card was broken... "

"Um?"

Xue Xiyan frowned lightly and remained silent.

Wu Yue is dead?

It was him that day, who sent someone to send a marriage contract and lured Wu Yue to go to the Xuanyuan clan in an attempt to provoke a conflict between Tianwu and the Ling clan.

But for some unknown reason, Ling Xiao, who has always been decisive in killing, gave Wu Yue a way out this time.

At such a moment, what is the reason for the Tianwu Palace Master to enter the extreme north again?

Xue Xiyan had heard of the place where the devil was buried.

It's just that there is the hinterland of the barbarians, and even the World Lord's Palace has no way of controlling it.

Could it be that Wu Yue's death has something to do with this?

"I know, from today, I will go to Xianlun Cave to retreat and practice, don't disturb me if you have nothing to do."

Xue Xiyan sighed lightly, turned and walked towards the main hall.

increasingly invisible.

Even with his scheming, at this moment there is a sense of powerlessness.

But, at times like this, he couldn't act rashly.

Temporarily out of the chess game, there may be unexpected surprises.

What's more, with the current turmoil in Qingcang, the birth of the extreme north is a matter of time.

Next, the other three poles will surely move.

And when the time is right and the seal of the ghost clan is broken, he should also complete his plan and completely achieve... undefeated Kamui!

"Yes!"

Lu Xinghe bowed again and watched the arrogant figure in white disappear in front of his eyes. The depths of his eyes were full of pain.

For some reason, he seemed to have a feeling that, invisibly, the Seventh Palace of the World Lord was slowly disintegrating.

Although this speed is extremely slow, and even easily overlooked, there is an irreversible momentum.

"Could it be that in this life, luck is really not in my world master hall?"