Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

Eight bells chanted, completely breaking the tranquility of the Qingcang world.

The disappearance of the original world master has caused many ancient clan forces to move.

But now, this ancient fairy and demon bell rang for no reason, and it was regarded as a warning that the troubled times were coming.

For a time, wars broke out in hundreds of millions of domains, demons were rampant, and there was a great potential to restore the chaos of the past.

In the center of Qingcang Realm, a temple among the clouds stands in the sky, with immortal trees forming a forest and misty haze.

There are colorful rays of light rushing into the sky, reflecting the sky, gorgeous and magical.

At this time, in front of the temple, a figure in white stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the setting sun in the distance.

From here, you can see the thousands of stars in the blue sky, overlooking the fate of life in the world.

Behind him, an old man in white stood quietly, looking lonely.

"Young Master, the ancient bell of Xianmo is warning, I am afraid that there will be a catastrophe in the Qingcang Realm."

The old man's voice was hoarse and old, with a faint hint of exhaustion.

Hearing this, the figure in white slowly turned around, revealing a stunningly handsome face like jade.

Jianmei Xingyu, the bridge of his nose stands up, if it is not tied up, no one will believe that he is a woman.

"Elder Xing, didn't the catastrophe of my Qingcang world come a long time ago?"

The corner of the boy's mouth raised a radian, and a pair of bright eyes twinkled like big stars, revealing endless immortal meaning.

"I don't know which clan's war chess was blown by the wind this time?"

"Hey, the world master has been missing for more than two hundred years. Young Master, you are the only one who can control the ancient clock of the fairy and demon. Could it be that the old man really didn't leave you a message?"

Xing Lao frowned and looked at the young man in front of him with complex eyes.

"No! But Elder Xing, do you have any clues about what I asked you to investigate?"

The young man shook his head slightly, dressed in white and spotless, and it really had the meaning of being out of the world.

"Not yet, Young Master, since the establishment of our World Lord Hall, no one has ever betrayed me, are you?"

"It is impossible for the master to disappear for no reason. Since he did this, he must have his intentions. Looking at the blue and green world, who can hurt the master except that family? But, the ancestors of that family have something to do with the master. The agreement will never be easily broken, so I guess it must be someone trusted by the master."

The young man's eyes are clear, and although he is not young, he has a bit of contempt on his body.

"The one who can hurt the world master must be the top of the world. The strong people in my hall are all people who have accompanied the world master for endless years, so why betray at this time?"

"People's hearts will change. Now the chaotic world has come, Xing Lao, I will guard this world master hall for the master. I believe that with his strength, it is impossible to fall, just wait for a while."

The young man sighed, Xianyan was sad, but with a bit of determination.

In fact, he already has a lot of speculation in his heart, but now he is alone and has no way of confirming it.

The more chaotic the Azure Cang Realm is, it may not be a good thing for him.

At the very least, he can justifiably send out many strong men to suppress the demons, in order to make enough time to refine the ancient fairy and demon bell.

As long as he can truly control the power of this clock, he will have the power to destroy the entire domain.

At that time, whether it is the rebelliousness in the temple or the ancient people of Wanyu, they will definitely throw the rat's arms and dare not touch him easily.

But, why did Master disappear silently?

He doesn't believe that someone in the Qingcang Realm can wipe out the master without a sound, so the master must not be dead!

"Yes! Young Master!"

Xing Lao sighed and finally did not speak.

In the domain, Ling Xiao's figure descended from the sky and landed on the bank of Daze.

I saw at this time, in front of the ancient forest by the swamp, a graceful figure sitting cross-legged, the whole body was filled with mist, and the rhythm was flowing, it was Xi'er.

Ling Xiao has already speculated about her life experience.

Taixu Zhoulong, originally one of the ten great ancestral dragon bloodlines, controls time and the way of eternity, and cultivates supremely.

No matter who killed it at the beginning, I am afraid that it is not something Ling Xiao can compete with now.

And an Ancestral Dragon Soul Essence, the power contained in it can be imagined.

With Xi'er's current strength, it would be difficult and dangerous to integrate the dragon soul.

But as long as she fuses the keel first, with the help of the immortal power of the keel, this can only be done.

"Young Master?" Seemingly feeling Ling Xiao's breath, Xi'er's beautiful eyes opened, and a splendor suddenly appeared on her face.

"Are you still used to it here?"

Ling Xiao gave a gentle smile, her black clothes gleaming.

And Xi'er's pretty face suddenly turned red, and she nodded lightly, "This place is like a sea of ​​spiritual energy, it is really a holy place for cultivation! It's just that I haven't seen your son for a few days, and I miss it from the bottom of my heart."

The latter sentence, Xi'er almost hummed.

"I have something for you."

Ling Xiao waved his hand and took out the real bone of the Eternal Dragon.

Between the heavens and the earth, the sound of a dragon's roar suddenly spread, and the endless divine radiance rose into the sky, turning into a dragon shadow that stretched for thousands of miles.

Xi'er's pretty face froze, and she instinctively felt an affinity from her bloodline.

"This is"

"This should be the skeleton of your ancestor. I got it by accident. You can fuse it, and it may help your cultivation."

According to Ling Xiao's guess, this Xi'er is probably the descendant of Taixu Zhoulong.

It's just that now that she is informed of this matter, it is inevitable that there will be no changes.

That dragon soul, Ling Xiao is bound to win, and no mistakes are allowed.

"Ancestor bones?"

Xi'er's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she reached out and touched the keel.

The next moment, I saw that the golden light in the bone suddenly flourished, manifesting endless visions.

There are dao patterns across thousands of miles, linking together into a shadow, revealing an ancient and powerful aura.

Before Xi'er could react, she saw that the keel turned into a streamer out of thin air and poured into Xi'er's body.

"Sure enough."

Seeing this scene, the smile on Ling Xiao's face became more and more gentle.

"My son, I'm so hot"

Xi'er's face flushed, her aura rose steadily, and she soon reached the level of a god-king.

And her luck, at the moment when the keel entered her body, rose to the number of 6,000.

"You can refine this bone with peace of mind, no one will disturb you here."

Ling Xiao raised his head and glanced at the thunder cloud gathered above his head, his palm suddenly protruded out, and he directly dispelled the ten thousand zhang tribulation thunder into nothing.

"Thank you sir."

Xi'er's silver teeth clenched her red lips, and her pretty face was charming and inexplicably seductive.

But Ling Xiao just nodded, summoned the dark guards to be stationed here, and instructed no one to disturb Xi'er's practice.

Then, his figure suddenly disappeared and appeared above the Heavenly Temple.

Just when he devoured the flesh and soul of the Qinglong Emperor, the Samsara Demon Blade had already been unsealed.

Now that the general situation in Northern Xinjiang is set, he doesn't need to worry any more.

"Om."

Starting with the magic blade, Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly burst into a magical light.

In the sea of ​​his soul, there is a magic shadow coming from the sky, forming a universe of its own, under the wave of his hand, it is the three thousand Taoist meanings, the beginning of Hongmeng.

And Ling Xiao's consciousness fell into a deep sleep directly in the thousands of demons.

"Om."

Suddenly, at the end of the darkness, there seemed to be light falling.

Then, that familiar shadow appeared again at the end of Ling Xiao's line of sight.

The place under him is a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

In the void farther away, there are thousands of golden armors shining with immortal brilliance.

only! !

What surprised Ling Xiao was that in the mountain of corpses, he saw a familiar figure!