Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

With the protection of an adult, the Demon Palace is enough to run amok in Kyushu.

What kind of protoss and sinners, adults can easily kill them with a finger.

"Ok."

Yu Zhonglang nodded lightly, his mind was full of thoughts, but in the end he couldn't think of a solution for both ends, so he could only... just take one step at a time.

At the same time, at the border of Ningzhou.

I saw several ghost shadows roaring in the sky and earth, covering the clouds and the sun.

The leader among them is a giant green-winged eagle, which filled the heavens with a demonic power, frightening the sky, but...had a dog's head.

Obviously, the cultivation of this big monster has already stepped into the holy realm, and it is absolutely impossible for him to remain anonymous in this land of Kyushu.

However, at this time, he can only act as a mount, which shows what kind of status the strong man on his back should be!

"Young master, you should be able to reach the Blood Feather Clan in half a day."

On the back of the green-feathered dog carving, two figures stood in front of the people, looking at the sky in the distance.

One of them was the young man in blue whom he had seen in the ancient forest when Ling Xiao descended to the lower realm.

Beside him, there is also a young girl wearing Shuibi Rosa.

The young girl has a fair face and looks a little immature, but she already has an alluring appearance.

A pair of eyes showed a strange green color, like an elf in the mountains, ethereal and dreamy.

On her back, there are two transparent thin wings, which are beautiful and pity.

Behind the two, there were several figures with strong auras, but there was no strong person protecting the way, which was unavoidably surprising.

It stands to reason that these descendants of the young masters of the lower realms will always have a strong man at the peak of the holy realm behind them, so as to avoid disasters.

However, this group of distinguished youths in front of them are actually celibate, so it can be seen...they should have great confidence in their own strength.

"Well, are you sure that there is a bronze shard in the hands of the Blood Feather Patriarch?"

The young man in blue looked calm, without the slightest disturbance.

He came to the lower realm this time for the ultimate good fortune.

And coincidentally, on the day he came to the Demon King's Palace, he actually received a bronze shard presented by the Palace.

To be precise, it was personally dedicated to him by the Holy Maiden of the Demon King's Palace in front of him.

With the vision of the young man in blue, he couldn't understand the mystery contained in this fragment for a while.

But faintly, he can feel that there is a great opportunity hidden in this fragment, which may be related to the ultimate good fortune of this world.

And as long as he finds the remaining few fragments, he may be able to reveal the real mystery.

As for why he didn't bring a protector, because...in the eyes of the young man in blue, the real experience should be the tempering between life and death.

What qualifications do those trash who are surrounded by slaves have the right to stand on the top of the sky?

"Don't worry, young master, Xun'er's perception of aura is different from ordinary people. I met the blood feather patriarch many years ago. He has an aura that is the same as a bronze shard."

Hua Xun, the saintess of the Demon King's Palace, smiled gently with an extremely respectful gesture.

As a monster, to be honest, her talent is a bit different, not because of her physical strength, but because of her innate sense of breath.

This kind of induction can enable her to predict the trajectory and intensity of the attack in advance when fighting with others, so as to make the most accurate response.

Of course, with this talent, it is easier for her to search for spiritual treasures in the world than ordinary people.

even! !

Some inconspicuous treasures are rare treasures in her eyes, and she never misses them.

It's just that neither Hua Xun nor the young man in blue had thought at this time that the bronze shard on the Blood Feather Patriarch's body was taken away by Yu Xuanyi a year ago and given to Lin Yan.

In other words, these mysterious treasures related to heaven and earth will eventually fall into the hands of the son of luck no matter how they are used.

Their trip could not be said to have returned without success, it was more like... seeking their own death.

"It's so good, don't worry, I will take you to the Qingcang Realm when I get the good fortune of this world. With your talent, I, the Demon Sect, will not treat you badly."

The identity of the blue-clothed youth is precisely Qing Cang's immortal inheritance, the young master of the Demon Controlling Sect.

Nan Muyun, known as the rare genius of the Yao Yao Clan, ranks eighth in Qing Cang's Hundred Heroes in terms of cultivation and combat power, and is truly the top of the generation.

You must know that those who can rank among the top ten of the hundred heroes all have the posture of sequence and unparalleled combat power.

As for Nan Muyun's cultivation, he has already stepped into the holy realm, but he is too old, so the ranking is slightly behind.

"Thank you young master!"

Hua Xun smiled sweetly, her bright eyes trembled, and she was reserved, but she was a little different from the usual arrogant girls in the lower world.

She didn't have the slightest doubt about the status of this young master.

You must know that even the Demon King's Palace was founded by a strong man from the Demon Controlling Sect.

In other words, Hua Xun and all the strong men in the Demon King's Palace are just servants of this young master.

Ascension to the upper realm, and no longer bound by the shackles of heaven, this kind of good fortune is more real and reliable than any opportunity to become a fairy.

And if she is lucky enough to become the young master's demon master, then her future prospects are even more limitless, and she is very likely to be immortal with the world!

Before, she had sent two contemporary monsters from the Yaowang Palace to the Blood Feather Clan, just to get them ready for the guard of honor and celebrate the young master's arrival.

Such a careful move, presumably will be favored by the young master.

whee.

"Buzz!"

The blue eagle fluttered its wings and soared thousands of miles, attracting countless eyes along the way.

And at this time, in the Blood Feather Clan land.

Above the sky, there were suddenly dark clouds hanging down.

The terrifying situation swept up thousands of miles of wind and clouds, engulfing the entire Blood Feather Sacred Mountain.

"Huh? Is it possible...that adult has arrived?"

In the hall, Yu Zhonglang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took the first step towards the outside of the hall.

Behind him, the two demon kings and evildoers followed closely behind.

And the entire Blood Feather Clan was in complete turmoil at this time.

I saw countless figures walking out of the hall, all looking towards the sky, with fear and awe in their eyes.

Demon power! !

What a terrifying monster! !

At least it is at the level of the holy realm, and it is an indescribably terrifying dragon power!

Demon Palace powerhouse! !

only! !

At the moment when Tianji's figure was revealed, a ray of confusion appeared on the faces of all the Blood Feather clansmen.

People, it seems that there are too many?

Above the sky, one after another silhouettes manifested, standing respectfully.

And in front of those people, a golden dragon stretched across the void, exuding vast holy power.

But, why does it seem to be dragging a chariot behind it?

That posture, like a... livestock?

Chapter 1465, Lord of the Upper Realm

"This is... the adult you are talking about, right?"

Yu Zhonglang stood in front of the hall, his eyes were astonished.

As expected of a lord from the upper realm, he actually directly captured a strong man in the holy realm from the Demon King's Palace and made him a mount.

Moreover, looking at the several figures on the jade chariot, they are all extremely otherworldly and ethereal, and they must come from the upper realm.

But, why does the old man behind him look familiar?

"No."

The fur-clothed girl shook her head slightly, although there was some surprise in her eyes, there was obviously a hint of surprise in her eyes.

The young man sitting on the dragon chariot is simply making people want to be a beast...excited.

"No... no?"

Yu Zhonglang's face was suffocated, and suddenly thought of something, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Huh? What's wrong with the ancestor? Could it be that the enemy came to the door?"

The fur-clothed girl gave a disdainful smile, and exchanged glances with the golden-robed youth, without any panic on her face.

Even they felt the horror of this group of people, especially the boy in black, who dared to use the holy dragon as his chariot, which showed his noble status.

But... no matter how noble, can he be more honorable than their Young Master of the Demon Controlling Sect?

Immortal inheritance, power ceiling, invincible!

"You two, to be honest, the enemy has indeed come to your door."

Yu Zhonglang nodded solemnly, at this moment he finally understood why the old man next to the young man looked familiar.

Isn't that the Sect Master of Immortal Transformation, Hua or something?

"Hehe, Patriarch, don't worry, with the two of us here, no one can touch your Blood Feather Clan today."

The young man in the golden robe sneered, mocking with eagle eyes.

Immediately, he walked out of the hall, looked up at the sky, and shouted coldly, "Everyone, I am Feng Xiao, the demon king. No matter what enmity you have with the Blood Feather Clan today, I advise you to be the best..."

"Buzz!"

Before Feng Xiao could finish his words, he saw that above the sky, the black-clothed boy suddenly stretched out a palm and pressed it down.

Immediately, a golden palm print appeared in the sky and fell down with a loud crash.

"Ok?"

At this time, the arrogance on Feng Xiao's face hadn't dissipated, and it completely froze.

He could feel that this palm print actually contained a torrent of sacred meaning, and it was ten thousand times more terrifying than the many holy elders in his Demon King's Palace.

"Fuck!"

Looking at the palm print that fell from the sky, Feng Xiao's face changed drastically, and the golden light all over his body rose, and he turned into a monster shadow several feet high, soaring up, trying to avoid this attack.

However, at this moment, he found in a daze that the void in front of him seemed to have stagnated, no matter how much he shouted, he couldn't make a sound.

"boom!!"

In the end, the palm print fell, directly crushing Feng Xiao's figure to the ground, shattering into flesh and blood.

"Gollum."

Seeing this scene, no matter it was the fur-clothed girl or the blood-feathered patriarch, their eyes froze suddenly.

Just, kill? !

You must know that the realm of Feng Xiao is at the level of the sixth rank of Zunjing.

Even looking at Kyushu, it is the most top existence.

What's more, the flesh body of the Yaozu is the most tyrannical existence among its peers.

Why... one palm was smashed.

"kill."

Ling Xiao sat on the dragon chariot, looking coldly at the people below, without any emotion on his face.

A mere motley-haired idiot dares to flaunt his power to him.

Even Huang Luoyi, the young master of the Shenyu Clan in Qingcang Jinan, can only bow down in front of him, not daring to show arrogance.