Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Oh, is it?"

The three of Ye Qiong looked at each other, obviously weighing whether they could kill Ling Xiao with the strength of the three of them.

The originally chaotic situation suddenly became depressing.

This time, the war spear pierced Bai Zi's head directly, shattering his soul, and wiping out his vitality.

Xiao Ping nodded and said nothing.

Compared to Ning Wuchuan, he has a more thorough understanding of Ling Xiao.

"Humph! Human race, do you really think that if you kill a holy realm peak, you will be able to compete with us?"

"Dip! Congratulations to the Host for successfully killing the Man of Destiny and getting an additional reward: the Holy Body of Xuanyang."

Hearing the notification sound from the system, Ling Xiao's face did not have too many waves, but looked up at the Tianjiao of the three royal families, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, "Now, it's your turn."

"Ling Xiao!! You will have retribution sooner or later!!!"

Then! ! Everyone saw that a figure descended from the sky, as if it was penetrated by a spear, and was nailed to the ground.

"or…"

But when it was clear that the whole body was broken and the flesh was blurred, except for the head, there was almost no complete figure on the whole body, and there was a sound of air-conditioning up and down the Lingshan Mountain.

"boom!!!"

The entire sky was instantly annihilated, and everyone only saw... a silver brilliance swept across the sky and enveloped Ling Xiao's figure.

Just now, when he trapped Ling Xiao with the divine mirror, and tried to use the mirror world to inflict heavy damage on the emperor, he saw the most feared scene in his life.

If Fang Cai was not Senior Brother Ning, they might have died in the hands of Taiyuan Xianzong disciples.

"Be optimistic about the three-party bereaved family, and leave the rest to the Lord."

A column of blood spurted up, shocking.

Now that he is in a predicament, it is natural to take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Yamazaki snorted coldly, and the holy patterns all over his body lit up, like a mountain, giving people endless oppression.

"Fizz!"

"Push!"

The two nodded and stepped forward, trying to swipe towards Ling Xiao.

Hearing this, all the arrogances of the race felt a penetrating chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Ling Xiao turned his head and looked at the powerhouse of the three clans who were confronting Ning Wuchuan and the others. He said indifferently, but did not make a move. Instead, he fell from the sky and stood in front of the Holy Son of Taiyuan.

Xiao Pian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to swipe towards Ling Xiao, but Ning Wuchuan pressed him on the spot.

No matter who, by any means, there is no threat in the face of the Lord.

Although there are hundreds of human race geniuses here, Ling Xiao is the only one who really makes them afraid.

However, at this moment, the figures of Ning Wuchuan and Xiao Ping appeared in front of the three clans, blocking their way.

However, the emperor is different. This contemporary invincible young man has proven with actions time and time again that he will definitely do what he said.

I saw that where the Nine Dragons were entrenched, a figure in black stood with his hands behind his back, looking indifferent, overlooking the people below.

At this time, the emperor seemed to have fallen into an extremely strange situation, as if he was unaware, allowing the silver light to annihilate him.

Holy Son of Taiyuan! ! !

"This human race seems to be a little strong..."

In the crowd, there were bursts of exclamations, but Li Zhichu and other school disciples did not hesitate, raised their feet and walked towards Ning Wuchuan.

"From today, Taiyuan Xianzong, up to the ancestors, down to the disciples, I see one kill one."

"This is…"

"Walk!"

What is even more terrifying is that the nine dragon heads are all lifelike, not condensed by spiritual power at all, but more like... a real dragon beheading, and being sacrificed and refined into a magic weapon.

Who would have thought that this human race monster in the shoulder-to-shoulder sequence would be abolished by Emperor Ling Xiao in one breath after sacrificing the ancient treasure.

And the more this was the case, the more resentment in Bai Zi's heart, the countless mirror images burst out at the same time, and rushed towards Ling Xiao.

You must know that this divine mirror is the inheritance treasure of the Taiyuan Xianzong, and its power far exceeds that of the holy artifact.

But, just a knife, the wind is light and cloudless.

However, this vastness, crushing the world, is enough to make their souls tremble, there is a kind of suppression from the blood, and they can't breathe.

However, just when the two sides were arguing and they were about to fall into a melee, a loud dragon roar suddenly came from above the sky.

The entire Lingshan Mountain was dead silent.

Ling Xiao's expression was indifferent, and he was not surprised by Yamazaki's power.

On the contrary, it was the three-party leftovers, who were sneaky, and at first glance they had an intention.

However, Ling Xiao did not respond at all to this, and raised the spear in his hand and thrust it down again.

Nearly a hundred geniuses from the three clans were surrounded by a mighty spirit, and the terrifying strong wind swept across the sky, instantly attracting countless eyes.

"Lord!"

"Dip! Congrats to Host for successfully killing the Man of Destiny and obtaining a Destiny Talisman!"

"Since you're here, let's stay."

If a Taiyuan Holy Son can block the Lord's immortal path, then it is impossible for him to reach today step by step.

Then, I saw him holding the Immortal War Spear with one hand and pulling it hard.

Immediately afterwards, nine huge dragon heads suddenly emerged from the void.

"Dip! Congratulations to the Host for successfully killing the Man of Destiny and gaining 1% of Destiny's casting value (total 79%)."

Ling Xiao looked indifferent and nodded lightly, as if he didn't take Bai Zi's threat in his eyes at all.

Seeing this scene, Hai Yue and the others immediately showed a hint of sarcasm on their faces. They looked at each other without saying a word of nonsense.

"Dip! Congrats to the Host for successfully killing the Man of Destiny, getting 10,000 points of luck and 100,000 points of villain."

As an ancient race, they have never seen a real dragon.

"It's… okay."

In the distant sky, Ye Qiong, the evildoer of the Dark Night Race, turned his head and glanced at the two people beside him, a bloodthirsty arc twitched at the corner of his mouth.

And Bai Zi's screams immediately resounded throughout the world.

"Haiyue, Yamazaki, do you want to do it?"

"Not good!! It's the arrogance of the three royal families!!"

At this time, seeing the two of them in trouble, they couldn't just sit back and ignore them.

"Um!"

The three peaks of the holy realm with no luck, in his eyes, are no different from ants.

For Ling Xiao, this madman of the formation path has a adoration that transcends trust.

"Um?"

Thousands of miles of emptiness, divine brilliance floating.

Blood sprayed from Bai Zi's mouth, his eyes were gray, as if he had seen some incredible horror, and his face was extremely pale.

This kind of shock is difficult to describe in words, especially the Tianjiao of the three bereaved clans, there is a touch of fear and despair in his eyes.

"Just right, let me see what means your three royal families have."

"Push!"

Endless dragon patterns permeate the heavens, shattering the sea.

I saw him slashing out with one knife, and the birth of Nine Dragons directly shattered the entire ancient mirror!

"Roar!"

This sentence, if replaced by any other person, will make people feel ridiculous and bragging.

This scene is too shocking, especially the black ancient spear inserted into him, which shattered his Danhai, and there is no possibility of recovery.