Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

Hearing the sound, the faces of the nine demon kings were stunned, and they looked at the Qinglong Emperor in the hall with some surprise.

Then, everyone was stunned to see that the ruler of the northern border, the only ninth-rank god emperor of the demon clan, suddenly stood up, stepped down from the throne, and bowed deeply towards Qianying who was walking deep into the hall.

"Welcome to the Holy Ancestor!"

"Saint Ancestor?"

For a while, there was silence in the hall, and needles could be heard falling.

The nine god-tier emperors looked at each other in dismay, and there was a flash of shock and fear in their eyes.

How terrifyingly ancient is someone who can be greeted by the Qinglong Emperor?

"Clang clang clang."

The footsteps got closer and closer, until a graceful figure in a golden robe walked out of the darkness and appeared in front of the demon kings. There were bursts of shock in the hall.

At this time, what they were shocked was not the realm of this holy ancestor, but her perfect fairy face that was enchanting and peerless.

Even with the temperament of the nine demon kings, when he saw Long Xuan at this moment, a deep surprise flashed in his eyes.

In particular, the temperament flowing on the latter's body is overwhelming and elegant, and every move is a general trend of self-respect.

However, this kind of domineering not only did not make the demons angry, but instead had an inexplicable urge to surrender.

"Saint Ancestor, why did you come out?"

Qinglong Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, but his heart was a little surprised.

Long Xuan had previously told her not to reveal her identity for the time being, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

But today she took the initiative to show up. Could it be that she has the confidence to fight against the Lord?

Inexplicably, Qinglong Emperor felt a little excitement in his heart.

For the past three hundred years, the demon clan have been kept here by the Holy Religion like livestock, lingering on.

You must know that this world is originally respected by demons!

The kind of pride that flows in his bones, even after thousands of Ten Thousand Years, will never be wiped out.

Originally, Qinglong Emperor surrendered to the Holy Religion, but only coveted the possibility of breaking through the shackles.

But now with the birth of the Holy Ancestor, the coveting in his heart has become desire.

The demon clan is about to rise! !

"I have heard what happened in Jiuyou Mountain."

Long Xuan lifted her foot and walked to the throne, sitting on it, overlooking the monsters.

"My demon clan was originally the honor of heaven and earth, but now I have been so humiliated by a human race boy. What's the explanation for this hatred?"

"Holy Patriarch!! Only by killing this son can we solve the hatred in my heart!!"

The Golden Eagle Demon King clenched his teeth fiercely, and Jin Yi, the young master of the Golden Eagle, died tragically in Jiuyou Mountain, and even the two elders of his clan were slaughtered.

For the golden eagle family, it was a disaster.

You must know that the stronger the bloodline of the demon clan, the lower the probability of having offspring.

And after the demon gods and demon emperors, most of them are accompanied by luck, otherwise it will be difficult to be born.

As soon as Jin Yi died, the Golden Eagle Clan lost half of their luck.

"Kill this son?"

Long Xuan's brows twitched lightly, and there seemed to be disdain in her eyes, and then a great momentum suddenly swept across.

I saw a golden dragon shadow that seemed to have penetrated through the ages, standing in the sky, wrapping the figure of Long Xuan.

The vast holy prestige crushed the world, and even the Qinglong Emperor felt a sense of fear rising from the bottom of his heart at this time.

Even compared to before, the Dragon Luck on Saint Ancestor seems to be even more terrifying.

But, her realm doesn't seem to have changed. What's going on?

"thump!"

The expressions of the demon kings changed drastically, and they all fell to their knees. Not only did there not be a trace of terror in their eyes, but instead there was a touch of piety and excitement.

True Dragon Saint Wei! ! This is the true dragon holy majesty! !

When did my northern demon clan give birth to a real dragon? ! "From today, my demon clan no longer has to bow to anyone."

Long Xuan's tone was cold, and there was an unquestionable dominance on her beautiful face.

Around him, ten thousand rays of light rose to the sky, and infinite visions appeared alternately.

Among them, there seemed to be golden tigers bowing their heads, white elephants kneeling, and condor eagles descending from the sky, as if they were worshiping the true Holy Spirit of this demon clan.

Just yesterday, Long Xuan finally fused the power of the keel perfectly, turning it into a backbone and attaching it to his body.

And with this keel, she is immortal in this world.

even! !

Long Xuan could clearly feel that in the middle of the holy state, the sound of dragon roars shocked the four fields, as if calling her to go.

Can! !

What made Long Xuan a little puzzled was that she faintly felt that there was a power of the same origin as her in this land of the northern border, as if it had been deliberately suppressed.

It was just the occasional wisp of breath that made her feel warm.

"Saint Ancestor Tianwei!!"

The Qinglong Emperor raised his head and shouted, even in the depths of the Holy Mountain of Ten Thousand Demons, two big demons woke up from their slumber and stepped towards the hall at the top of the mountain. Emperor and White Elephant Emperor.

Today's two emperors have been in seclusion for a hundred years, ignoring commonplace affairs, and Isshin has enlightened.

It's just that even in the past 100 years, they still haven't really stepped into the ninth-rank emperor realm, only at the eighth-rank peak level.

But the demon power accumulated over the years is enough to make all demons terrified and all living beings to surrender.

"Brother! This is"

The White Elephant Emperor was dressed in a jade-white robe, three feet tall, fair-skinned, and even his voice was soft and gentle.

At this time, his face was also a little shocked, especially the holy will emanating from Long Xuan's body, which seemed to be of the same origin as the heaven and the earth, making people dare not have the slightest disobedience.

Beside him, another old man wearing a green robe glanced at the demons with a grim expression, and his green eyes seemed to be impatient.

This monster is the poison centipede emperor among the three emperors, and he is also the peak of the eighth rank, but the fear of the monsters towards him is obviously stronger.

Rumor has it that this demon had enmity with the ancient sect of the human race, and once by himself, he poisoned five thousand disciples of the ancient sect in half an hour, several god emperors, and became famous in one battle.

His poison, the world can resist, no more than ten fingers.

"This is my demon ancestor!"

The Qinglong Emperor looked solemn, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

He wasn't worried that the White Elephant Emperor would be rude, but that poisonous centipede was always domineering, except he never put anyone in his eyes.

Once he collided with the patriarch, with the domineering of the patriarch

"My clan's ancestor? When did my clan produce such a charming and glamorous ancestor? Big brother, are you obsessed or confused?"

really! !

As the Qinglong Emperor's voice fell, the Poison Centipede Emperor suddenly snorted coldly, his tone sarcastic.

The demon way he believes in is respect for strength, not blood.

Moreover, he was originally a poisonous insect of heaven and earth, and his bloodline was humble, or he had no bloodline at all.

Such a monster only recognizes killing, and even more despise the so-called bloodline suppression.

In the past, his demonic path was full of suffering and ridicule, but now he is called the dignified demon emperor of the northern border, bowing his head to a girl with powerful blood but far less strength than him?

joke! !

"Poison Centipede!! You!!!"

The Qinglong Emperor's expression changed. He was originally a descendant of the dragon race, and he had a dragon vein in his body.

Although his strength was the highest in the northern border, the same bloodline suppression that Long Xuan gave him was even more terrifying.

It was an instinctive fear that could not be broken.

Of course, the reason why the Qinglong Emperor Isshin assists Long Xuan is not only for himself, but also for the hope that under her leadership, the demon clan can once again stand at the top of the Holy State and take charge of the world!

"I heard that your poison has no solution?"

Just when Qinglong Emperor looked embarrassed, a sneer suddenly appeared on Long Xuan's face above the main hall.