Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Father!!"

Looking at Su Ye, who was smashed by the elder Su, Su Yan's eyes suddenly flashed with sorrow.

It's just that she doesn't resent anyone.

After all, the disaster of the Su family was caused by the father alone.

If he was content and could enjoy the wealth of the world with peace of mind, he would not have forced the Su family to such a dead end.

Knowing the word "foot", how many people in this world can really do it?

After all, the higher the station, the greater the desire.

"Hahaha! Su Ye, your time of death is here!!"

A group of powerful people from the ancient Xianzong clan looked shocked, and instantly rushed towards Su Ye.

Can!

At this moment, a terrifying scorching hot breath suddenly rippled between the heavens and the earth.

Immediately afterwards, a red-clothed figure descended from the sky and stood in front of Su Ye.

At this time, Su Yan's body was surging with flames, and even his hair was as crystal clear as flames, like a female fire god, exuding an amazing aura.

"If you want to kill my father, kill me first!!"

The girl's voice was cold, and her fairy face was picturesque. Even the space in her eyes was burned into nothingness.

The spirit fire of heaven and earth is the top divine object in this world, and its power is enough to shock the god emperor.

Although Su Yan's cultivation is only in the realm of gods, but it is so hot, but many ancient sect powerhouses present have changed their faces.

"This breath is the spirit fire of heaven and earth?!"

"The eldest Miss of the Su family has actually fused a heaven and earth spirit fire in her body!!"

Suddenly, the greed in the eyes of many ancient sect powerhouses became stronger. Compared with the wealthy Su family, this spirit fire and the method of integrating spirit fire seemed to be more attractive.

"Niece Su, the Holy Cult ordered to kill your father. If you know each other, you should obediently step aside. Maybe Guan can take care of your past relationship and protect your life."

In the crowd, an old man with white hair and beard snorted coldly, and the white robe outside his body bloomed with a clear brilliance, which was quite a bit out of the dust.

This person is the Sect Master Guanyun, Guan Ju, who is also the most cultivated among the god emperors, in the eighth-rank emperor realm.

"Don't think about it!"

Su Yan's red lips pursed tightly, facing dozens of god emperors by himself, his figure was lonely and a bit tragic.

only!

Just as she took a step forward and was about to walk towards the emperors, behind her, Su Ye suddenly reached out and pressed her shoulder.

"Yan'er."

"Sect Master Guan, are you serious?"

Su Ye's expression was calm, and there was no trace of panic.

Now that he has already taken his life and death lightly, his only concern is Su Yan in front of him.

"Guan Mou always pays attention to what he says he does."

Guan Ju said indifferently, and the emperor's might was rippling, and around him, there seemed to be a misty cloud, indescribably mysterious.

"Father!!"

Su Yan's eyes narrowed, and even her voice trembled.

"Yan'er! Live for the Su family!"

"boom!"

There was a sudden thunderous sound between the heavens and the earth, and a torrential rain poured down.

It's just for the cultivators, this rain curtain is difficult to wet the clothes, but Su Yan's body is completely dissipated, standing in the rain, letting the rain wet his hair and clothes, which is poignant and beautiful.

"Everyone! The Great Elder of the Holy Sect only said that he would take Su Ye's life, but he did not say that he would destroy the entire Su family. I will bring Su Yan back to Guanyun Sect. Do you have any opinions?"

Guan Ju's eyes swept over the powerful god emperors beside him, his tone was calm and authentic.

Su Yan's talent is too heaven-defying.

It's just that he didn't dare to really go against the will of the Holy Religion and protect this woman.

He only promised to protect her for one life today, but he did not say to protect her for the rest of his life.

A person of the gods, he naturally has countless ways to make her open her mouth and spit out the secret of spiritual fire.

"Haha, since Sect Master Guan has such a heart, I naturally have nothing to say. It's just that the Sect Master wants Su Yan, why don't you leave this Su Ye to me?"

The heads of the remaining two sects and two clans had a gloomy face and sneered.

"Alright."

Guan Ju frowned, but in the end said nothing.

"Yan'er! Remember, no matter what happens, live on"

"Father! Not me" "Puchi!"

Just when Su Yan looked sad and hesitant in his heart, he saw Su Ye suddenly wave his hand and smashed his heavenly cover.

A head was smashed into pieces in an instant, and the blood mixed with the rain sprinkled down, dyeing the entire Su family hall in blood red.

"Father!!!"

Su Yan's footsteps trembled, and he instantly fell to the ground with despair in his eyes.

"This"

The powerhouses of the clan looked at each other in dismay, and the Great Elder of the Holy Sect ordered that the one who got Su Ye's head would get the treasure of the Su family.

But now, this Su Ye actually shattered his head?

This boiled duck can fly away?

"Master Guan"

"The treasure house of the Su family, I Guan Yunzong let it go."

Guan Ju looked at the crowd with cold eyes, and beside him, there was a sudden ups and downs of spirit outside the crowd of the Yunzong powerhouses, obviously ready to make a move.

"That's fine."

In the end, the remaining two strongmen of the two clans didn't say much, and lifted their feet and swept towards the depths of the Su family.

"Hehe, niece Su, let's go, let's go back to Yunzong with me first, and we'll have a good talk about where you will go in the future."

Guan Ju looked down at the girl under his feet, the greed in his eyes finally no longer concealed.

For him, the spirit fire of heaven and earth may be the opportunity to step into the ninth grade.

Compared to Lingbao Immortal Materials, this Su Yan is the greatest fortune of the Su family!

"Father!"

Su Yan knelt on the ground, a decisive look gradually emerged in his eyes.

"Humph! Niece Su, people cannot be resurrected from the dead. If you are obedient, I will plead with the elders and give your father a chance to settle down. Otherwise,"

Guan Ju turned his head and gave a wink to the two Guan Yunzong god emperors beside him.

Seeing this, the two emperors immediately took a step forward, set up Su Yan on the left and right, turned and walked towards the distance.

Until a few people walked to the bottom of Guanyun Mountain, they saw that in the rain curtain in the distance, a figure in black suddenly walked slowly, holding an oilcloth bamboo umbrella in his hand, floating out of the dust, like a fairy in a painting.

A line of mountains and waters, and a sea of ​​clouds.

Only the one dressed in black, like ink splashing, made waves.

Su Yan's originally dull eyes suddenly showed a look of surprise.

Immediately afterwards, two lines of clear tears came out of their eyes, and even a strong grievance and resentment appeared on their face.

From beginning to end, Ling Xiao watched this Su family farce from a distance.

He could have rescued Su Ye easily, but he didn't.

The existence of the Su family's master is of no use to him.

What's more, once he overthrew the Holy Religion, the Su family would be able to regain its former glory again.

Su Ye has too many ambitions in his heart, and he is naturally rebellious and embarrassed.

Only when he is dead will Su Yan be free from worries, and Isshin is for him.

At the same time, the centuries-old heritage of the Su family can also fall into Ling Xiao's hands logically.

He had ordered Zi Yan and Dao Master Taixuan to set up a formation to trap the strong men of the four clans in the Su family.

Now it only takes a belated good show to be able to justifiably kill.

In the fantasy world, who can't kill people?

But killing people, to kill the greatest value, is called art.

"Who are you?"

Guan Ju stood in front of the crowd with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Although the black-clothed youth did not have the slightest spiritual power fluctuations, every step he took made the eighth-rank god emperor feel inexplicable fear.

The jacket is fluttering, and the temperament is outstanding.

"Yan'er, I'm here."

Ling Xiao held a bamboo umbrella and stood in front of the crowd, looking at Su Yandao quietly with a pair of eyes that seemed to contain remorse.

"Young master, why did you come here?!"

At this moment, Su Yan could no longer restrain the grief in his heart and burst into tears.

Heaven and earth are sad, and the rain is thousands of miles.

The only one dressed in black is out of the dust, not falling in love, not obliterating the world.

You see this rain, born in the sky, died on the ground, or smashed to pieces on the umbrella, how is it different from life?