Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Fizz!"

On the top of the mountain, there was a sound of air-conditioning sucking in bursts in an instant.

Especially Feng Ruge, the moment he saw the ancient monument, he had a premonition in his heart.

Turn, turn against the wind.

The reason why she taught Chen Qingshan to keep three points of strength at all times is to prevent the trump card in the hands of the people of destiny.

You said that these people seem to be reluctant to use the strongest means before they die.

I have to wait until the body is covered with bruises, the breath is sluggish, and it is about to die, and then there is another wave of reversal. Isn't this extraordinarily happy?

But, she really didn't expect that the standard routine of the man of destiny seems to be invalid this time?

That ray of clear light, like the immortal rhythm in the depths of Hongmeng at the beginning of the world, swept away all obstacles and easily pierced the figure of Qingyu.

The blood was spilled, and the strong bloody smell rushed to the face.

The golden light in the sky was fascinated, covering Qing Yu's body as much as possible.

Feng Ruge stood there in a daze, with nothing but dullness on her pretty face.

It shouldn't be, could it be that this Qing Yu is really not the son of destiny?

Or, there are not so many routines in this world at all, and everything is your own random thoughts?

Do not!

impossible!

All fantasy worlds are routines, and they are similar.

Which part is the problem?

"Master Ling Xiao!!"

On the mountain road, Qin Chu clenched his palms tightly, his whole body was like taking medicine, his face was ruddy, his whole body was trembling, and his eyes were full of admiration.

The sword cuts everything.

What Taoist Spirit Treasure, what a monstrous arrogant son.

As long as I have a sword in my hand, nothing in the world cannot be cut.

Young Master Ling Xiao, as expected of you!

You are the truest appearance of the peerless sword fairy in my heart.

Do not!

You are the sword, you should be the driving force for me to move forward in this life, the star sea I look up to, the wind I can't touch, the dream I can't wake up from

Young Master, Chu Er should work hard and hope that one day, I can stand side by side with you on the top of the sky.

"Did, Qin Chu, the son of destiny, takes the devil as an example and has the potential to carry the blame. Congratulations to the Host for 500 points of looting luck and 5,000 points for the villain."

"Um?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, turned his head to look at Qin Chu, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He didn't expect that the reward sound of Qing Yu's being killed did not appear, but Qin Chu, a little leek, took the initiative to take the blame?

"hiss"

The disciples taught by these six demons just don't play cards according to common sense.

I haven't made a fool of myself yet, so you've started to create opportunities for yourself?

"Son!!"

Feeling the gentleness in Ling Xiao's eyes, Qin Chu's body trembled, and there was an inexplicable kind of joy.

Finally, the son is looking right at me! !

For the world, this may just be an inadvertent glance.

But for me personally, it is a leap in emotional communication with the son!

I envy the friendship of the masters and hope that one day, I can find a confidant who sympathizes with me.

While watching the Tianjiao in the southern border, only Ling Xiao is the only one who stands out and is different from the world.

Perhaps, he is my partner on the way to immortality!

Bloom, Qin Chu, when you are dazzling enough, you are worthy of your son's talent!

The battle of Tianchi, the world should pass me Kamui! ! !

"interesting."

Ling Xiao's gaze finally fell on the young boy who was slashed by his sword intent in the distance.

It stands to reason that in the realm of the gods, no one should be able to survive under this path of perfection.

But at this time, there was no sound from the system, it was obvious that Qing Yu was not dead.

At this time, Ling Xiao also felt a terrifying aura, quietly surging from the golden light.

On the seventh peak, Xu Yunzi stands on the top of the sky, overlooking the turmoil below.

In particular, the ancient monument that Qing Yu sacrificed earlier made him inexplicably familiar. It just shouldn't be.

This stele is a treasure of the sea clan, how could it fall into the hands of a young man with a remnant?

Qingyang Department, he heard something.

At that time, this one was also one of the eight Southern Borders.

Only later, it is said that Qing Feng, the head of the Qingyang Department, went deep into the sea and returned with serious injuries.

Even the master of the young clan, Qing Yu, the famous enchanting youth in the southern border, was abolished by Danhai, reduced to waste, and ridiculed by the world.

Do you think this is over?

The son of destiny, the fate of many tragedies.

The worse the life experience, the stronger the cultivation base.

Five years later, a strong man from the Hai Clan suddenly descended and slaughtered the entire Qingyang clan.

Qing Yu's whereabouts are unknown, and everyone in the world thinks that he is dead.

Unexpectedly, today, he actually appeared in the Immortal Xuanzong, causing a sensation, and his cultivation level even stepped into the realm of gods.

However, Xu Yunzi didn't expect that this young demon would have such a bad relationship with his incompetent eldest disciple.

As for Ling Xiao

As the Holy Son of the Holy Religion, isn't he strong enough?

"Om."

Between the heavens and the earth, suddenly there is a radiance that rushes into the sky and turns into a divine pillar.

The entire seventh peak, a demonic energy swept thousands of miles, and the mist rose.

Feng Ruge's eyes narrowed slightly, her jade hand tightly gripping the cage, looking extremely anxious.

I knew it! !

How could the man of destiny fall so easily.

The trump cards emerge in an endless stream, Gao Chao continues one after another, and the headwinds continue to turn over the table. In the end, after all the hardships and dangers, he killed the villain and achieved the supreme reputation.

Can't go wrong! !

Qing Yu, the true son of destiny.

Young Master Ling Xiao, now, you are probably going to get cold.

Hey, what a pity you have this peerless fairy face.

"Boom! Boom!"

In the endless fog, there was a sudden sound of heavy footsteps.

It seems that there is a great demon in the wild and desolate, and the entire mountain is cracked.

Ling Xiao raised her brows slightly, her eyes always calm.

Is this Qingyu's real cheat?

One, the spirit of the big demon?

Ling Xiao has encountered this template since the beginning.

It was just that Chu Yang at that time was just an ant from the lower realm, and his Cheat was only Jiuyou from the Holy State.

But at this time, the demonic energy on Qing Yu's body was obviously much more terrifying, with a kind of prehistoric atmosphere.

Could it be that the general trend of the heavens and the earth, the means by which the spirit rhythm converges, is the work of this demon soul?

"boom!"

In the end, when the fog dissipated, a hundred-zhang demon shadow stood in the heaven and earth, radiating dazzling golden light all over.

It was a red-gold crocodile covered in scales. On its huge head, two scarlet blood eyes flickered fiercely, overlooking Ling Xiao.

Around him, Kamui pervades, and there is a sense of savage hegemony.

"Ancient crocodile!"

Xu Yunzi's figure descended from the sky, standing in front of Ling Xiao, a shocking expression also appeared on his old face.

This crocodile monster was the absolute overlord of the ancient endless seas.

It was only later that the immortals and demons fought and the demons danced wildly, and this family was finally destroyed in the long river of history.

For the two clans of immortals and demons, the crocodile clan may not be worth mentioning.

But to the monks of the Holy State, this ancient tyrant is supreme.

"Ancient crocodile demon soul?"

Ling Xiao raised his head and looked at the Baizhang Yaoying with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

At this moment, he could see that under the demonic shadow, Qing Yu's expression was gloomy, and half of his body had been chopped to pieces.

It's just that he didn't see a trace of frustration on his face, and even the Dao Heart didn't show any signs of collapse.

Obviously, this little leek has enough confidence in his trump card.

Ridiculous, the mere demon soul, if it weren't for the Xianxuan Sect, Ling Xiao could make it reincarnate in place with a single thought.