Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

"Om."

The vast sword intent chopped off the young man's robe almost instantly.

Even the bronze ghost mask on his face cracked a terrifying crack, and half of it fell off.

Can! !

What was frightening was that not a trace of blood flowed from his body, as if...Qin Yan's sword intent had never caused even a single trace of harm to him.

In the end, the sword intent dissipated, revealing one of the black figures.

only! !

That kind of darkness is not the defense of the armor, but the flesh of the ghost-faced youth.

In other words, such a body can no longer be called a physical body, but... a puppet! !

He actually forged himself into a war puppet.

even! !

The face under that ghostly face was shimmering with a metallic luster, which was shocking.

"You... who are you?"

Lin Yuan struggled to get up, eyes full of fear.

"People of the righteous way are indeed hypocritical."

The ghost-faced youth shook his head and smiled, his eyes were full of killing intent, "Who am I?"

"The Saintess of Qingluan still remembers, Meng Wuhen."

"Meng Wuhen?"

Lin Yuan raised her eyebrows lightly and shook her head slightly.

"That's right, as a saint, how can she remember such a small person? I don't know if the saint still remembers... Jintian City under the Wanmo Cliff in Youzhou?"

"Wanmoya...Jintian City...you...you are that evil cultivator!!"

Lin Yuan seemed to think of something suddenly, and a flash of fear suddenly flickered in her eyes.

At the beginning, she had practiced in Youzhou, and encountered an evil genius in Jintian City.

It's just that the man's heart was vicious and his words were frivolous, so he was killed by her and the guardian behind him.

In this way, during the trip to Youzhou, Lin Yuan encountered many assassinations, but she resolved them one by one, and finally managed to escape back to Qingzhou.

Unexpectedly, that evil spirit is not dead! !

"It seems that the saint has remembered! However, I am not Meng Wuhen, I am his younger brother, Meng Yupang."

"Evil cultivator? Just because I, the Meng family, cultivates the way of death, is it an evil cultivator?"

Meng Yu shook his head, and his tone was still calm, "You know, holy lady, because you killed many masters of my Meng family, and finally led to my family being designed by the enemy, and the whole family was slaughtered?"

"What? This..."

Lin Yuan's eyes trembled, but she quickly calmed down again.

This journey of immortality is so cruel.

She killed Meng Wuhen because the latter provoked first, and it was not her fault.

As for what happened later, it was not at all what she could have expected.

"Of course, I know that this way of immortality should be like this, the strong are respected, so... I came here today to send the saint... to die."

Meng Yu sneered, and the moment he stepped out, countless figures suddenly appeared behind him.

It was a series of puppets with all kinds of strange mechanisms, there were some people and some demons, and the whole body was pitch black.

Obviously, the material of these puppets is the same as his body, extremely tough.

When the Meng clan was slaughtered, Meng Yu was forced to jump into the cliff of ten thousand demons.

In the end, although he didn't die, he broke all his bones and could only crawl to find a way out.

The strong bloody smell attracted countless creatures living in the darkness.

And the fleshy body next to Meng Yu was quickly eaten up.

only! !

Just as he was about to die, a sigh suddenly came from the depths of the abyss.

Meng Yu only vaguely remembered that he saw a tall phantom standing in front of him, silent.

Use my body to serve the devil, and my heart will return to the devil. If there is cause and effect, add it to my body.

This was the oath that Meng Yupang kept chanting in his heart at that time, and perhaps this obsession was too unwilling and resentful.

Finally, he woke up from the darkness and saw a golem that was completely black.

Even now, Meng Yupang doesn't even know what kind of material this golem is made of.

However, when his blood and bones covered it, the golem became one with him.

Since ancient times, the Meng people have been famous in Kyushu for their organ skills, giving life to dead things.

The true meaning of this way lies in the transition between life and death.

For ten years, Meng Yupang never walked out of the abyss at all, but devoted himself to practice, and turned his body into the most terrifying mechanism puppet in the world.

Then, he deprived the lives of all the creatures he encountered and forged them into puppets.

"A mere demon, how dare you act presumptuously in my Qingluan Academy!!"

Palace Master Qingluan let out a cold shout, and his whole body surged with holy intent.

only! !

The moment his voice fell, he saw a formation suddenly manifested on the top of Qingluan Mountain.

Thousands of ways are wiped out, and the killing momentum is shocking.

On each strand of the pattern, there seems to be a supreme killing potential ups and downs, which can kill gods! !

Chapter 1495, No more Ningchuan

"Buzz?"

Above the void, patterns filled the air.

I saw a blood-colored ancient formation pressing across the sky and falling from the sky, covering the entire Qingluan Peak.

And on the mountain road, came a figure again, with black clothes and black hair, and handsome appearance.

At this time, there was a gentle and peaceful smile on his face, which gave people a kind feeling.

"Who dares to intervene in this battle today, I will slaughter the entire Qingluan Peak."

However, what he said made everyone feel a chill in their hearts for no reason.

"you…"

Palace Master Qingluan's eyes trembled slightly, as if hesitating.

At this moment, he could feel that the power contained in this ancient formation was enough to suppress and kill people in the holy realm.

How could a boy be so powerful?

Could it be that he came from...the upper realm of Qingcang?

"Hmph, what do you mean, slaughter us together?"

Wang Wochao snorted coldly, his expression quite gloomy.

Since that day, when he provoked Ling Xiao in Emperor Shenwu's court, and was severely taught by the elders of the clan, his temperament has calmed down a lot.

However, the words of the young man in black were so arrogant that it was hard not to make people angry.

"Yes."

Ning Chuan nodded, and answered Wang Wochao's question seriously.

"you…"

Wang Wo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to get angry, but when he saw the green mountains behind the mountain, there was a sudden sound of breaking wind.

I saw four figures stepping into the sky, looking indifferently at the ancient formation below.

These four people all had a surge of holy will, and the leader of them had reached the level of the seventh rank of the Holy Realm.

"Boy of the Meng family, if you retreat now, I, Qingluan Academy, can pretend that this has never happened."

The four figures descended from the sky and landed in front of Meng Yu.

But the latter just shook his head slightly, and there was an ultimate killing intent in his eyes.

Then, he turned his head and glanced at the young man in black, and the corners of their mouths raised smiles at the same time.

"kill!!"

"boom!!"

The bloody ancient formation fell from the sky, directly enveloping the four strong men in the holy realm.

And Meng Yu stepped out one step at a time, and there seemed to be a hundred shadows following behind him.

The terrifying power of the gods permeated the air, even with the strength of the four great holy realms, there was a look of shock on his face at this moment.

They could feel that the power surging in the blood formation was enough to threaten their lives.

"Disciple Qingluan!! Lay out the Demon Slaying Formation!!"

Palace Master Qingluan shouted angrily, and spiritual power gushed out from his body.

In front of the main hall, countless figures suddenly rushed over, and while the handprints were changing, streams of light gathered in the sky, turning into a golden light formation, trying to destroy the blood formation.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, the elders of the four great holy realms looked at each other and rushed towards the young man in black.

At this moment, they could no longer care about the sect's face. Once this formation fell, Qingluan Peak would really become a purgatory on earth.

"It's late."

However, facing the four great holy realms and countless Qingluan disciples, the young man in black showed no panic on his face.

I saw him looking up at the sky, with a bright smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "The ancient formation of killing gods, ten blood domains!"

"boom!!"

Between the heaven and the earth, suddenly there was a Taoist sound that spread thousands of miles, and the mountains and seas were destroyed.

I saw that the ancient formation that was originally standing in the void suddenly fell down, directly including the four elders of the Holy Realm and hundreds of Qingluan disciples.

In just one breath, everyone saw that the demon-slaying formation arranged by Qingluan's disciples shattered directly.

What was broken at the same time were the physical bodies and spirits of these disciples.

Only the eyes of the Four Great Sacred Realms and Palace Master Qingluan seemed to be filled with fear and anger.

Shengwei was ups and downs, and finally blocked the blood formation in midair.

"Evil, die!!"

Before the battle stage, many Kyushu Tianjiao's faces were furious, and they seized their Lingbao and plundered towards the black-clothed youth.

Just facing the crowd, the latter didn't pay any attention to them at all. Ancient formations descended from the sky, trapping all their figures.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of all the arrogances of the upper world trembled, and they were also a little surprised.

Where did this young man come from, that he could compete against the entire sect with his own strength?

"Who are you?!"

Prince Shenwu's eyes trembled. Although he felt the young man's cruel heart, if...he could be used by him, it would be fine.

"The joy of killing has never been to kill the weak, but to kill the strong! From now on, there will be no Ning Chuan in the world. My name is... Ning Wu Chuan!"

Ning Wuchuan said indifferently, but everyone's expressions froze again.

Ning Chuan?

Daotian Academy, the first disciple of the formation?