Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

"Grand...Young master, I know which sect is leading the ancestor."

"Oh? He Zongmen?"

"Haoshan School!"

"Haoshanzong? I see. Let's go tomorrow. Tomorrow I will take you to Haoshanzong to find the whereabouts of your ancestor."

Ling Xiao suddenly shook his head and smiled, looking at Luo Xue playfully, "You came to me in the middle of the night just for this matter?"

"Young master, there is no news from the ancestor. Xue'er is worried...he is afraid that the old man will disappear. At that time... there will inevitably be conflicts with the Haoshan sect."

At this moment, Luo Xue didn't express the biggest worry in her heart. In the final analysis, she was too inferior and didn't dare to make excessive demands on Ling Xiao.

It's just that she never dreamed that every step she took had been clearly arranged by Ling Xiao.

"It's okay, if the ancestor of your clan is really persecuted, it's fair, I'll preside over it for you."

Ling Xiao looked solemn, without a trace of fear.

It was this sentence that directly shattered the defense line in Luo Xue's heart, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

At this moment, Ling Xiao is like the patron saint of the human race, giving her an endless sense of security.

For many years, ever since the Luo people were targeted by the Yuzhou royal family, Luo Xue was worried all the time, for fear that one day when she woke up, the Luo people would be enemies all over the city.

It is this kind of fear that urges her to move forward, but the pressure on her can be imagined.

Neither her parents nor Ji Fan had ever given her the stability at this time.

However, Ling Xiao, the emperor of the human race who had only known her for a day, made her suddenly let go of all her defenses.

For a moment, Luo Xue really wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry bitterly.

"Go back and have a good night's rest, and tomorrow morning, we will go to the Haoshan School."

Ling Xiao looked gentle, and there was no evil thought in his eyes.

But the more this was the case, the more awed and fascinated Luo Xue was, and she couldn't help it.

"Yes! Son."

Luo Xue wiped away the tears from her face, stood up and bowed deeply to Ling Xiao.

And it wasn't until she walked out of the room that Ye Qingchan's figure emerged from the void.

"gone?"

"Ah."

Ling Xiao smiled, stretched out his hand and pulled Ye Qingchan into his arms, "Relax?"

"A person like Young Master should belong to the Sixth Court of Sangong. Qingchan only hopes to be by Young Master's side, and she is satisfied."

Ye Qingchan's eyes were affectionate, without any concealment, she raised her head to meet Ling Xiao's lips.

Compared with Yao Guang's sickness and resentment, Ye Qingchan's feelings for Ling Xiao are obviously more pure.

A night of spring night is over at the flick of a finger.

In the early morning of the second day, when the sky just dawned, Ling Xiao and Ye Qingchan walked out of the room, looked at Ji Bo and the others in front of them, and said coldly, "I will send someone to take you to the sect later, Luo Xue, you and I Come."

Chapter 1678, Ancestor of the Luo Clan

"Yes! Thank you, Dizi, don't worry, Dizi, we can endure hardships!"

Ji Bo and the others bowed down, their eyes excited.

When they thought about it, could the sect chosen for them by the emperor of the human race be any worse?

What's more, with Luo Xue's relationship, they can be regarded as half-related households, and those sect elders can't kneel and lick them when they see them?

Brothers, life is at its peak, okay?

See, this is a choice, enough to change fate!

"Let's go."

Ling Xiao raised his foot and stepped into the sky.

A golden dragon and jade chariot emerged out of thin air, carrying several people towards the distant sky.

That wisp of dragon power alone almost crushed Ji Bo and the others to the ground, panicked and helpless.

"Congratulations to the emperor!"

Everyone bowed again, but compared to yesterday's bewilderment, the faces of Ji Bo and the three of them were filled with a look of arrogance.

"follow me."

At this moment, a deep voice suddenly came from behind the three of them.

The three turned their heads, only to see a burly figure in a black robe standing in the void, looking at them coldly.

At this time, Lei Shan's face was shrouded in a glow, and he couldn't see his face clearly at all.

However, for some reason, Ji Bo and the three of them always felt that this person's figure and aura were somewhat familiar.

impossible?

impossible! !

"Buzz!"

The wind rang suddenly, and out of trust in Ling Xiao, the three of them forcibly suppressed the panic in their hearts, followed Lei Shan, and headed towards the mass burial area.

With their cultivation base and lack of luck, naturally there is no possibility of escape.

Therefore, a day later, a towering ancient mountain appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The mountains are stacked, among which there are many fairy palaces, and the mist rises.

Compared with the previous Pirate League, the Supreme Immortal Palace today can be described as majestic and powerful, with the appearance of a famous and decent family.

And in the square in front of the hall, a group of disciples dressed in white were holding spirit treasures, practicing cultivation, and it was very lively.

"The fairy gate! This is the real fairy gate!"

Seeing this scene, the last worries in Ji Bo and others' hearts completely dissipated, and they followed Lei Shan to the front of the hall.

This fairy palace alone is a hundred times more magnificent than their Yuzhou Imperial Palace.

And the spiritual energy circulating in the mountains and forests makes people tremble and feel comfortable.

Who would have imagined that the three people who had fled for their lives in embarrassment a day ago, had now worshiped such a fairyland ancient sect.

"Hiss...Brother Ji, that person...why does he look familiar?"

The eyes of the three of them swept across the square, but the more they looked, the more doubtful their faces became.

At this moment, they seemed to feel that the disciples in white clothes in front of them were inexplicably familiar.

Seems like I've seen it somewhere.

"Welcome to the Supreme Asgard."

only! !

Before the three of them recalled it, they heard a cold laughter suddenly came from behind.

This voice is even more familiar, it can be called a nightmare.

Ji Bo and the others turned their heads slowly, looking at the icy face so close, their eyes trembled suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the three of them collapsed neatly on the ground, their mouths opened angrily, and feces and urine flowed freely! !

is her! !

The devil who imprisoned them! !

I... shit?

Is this the case?

Wait... wait a minute, let's go over it.

They went to the realm, were imprisoned by the demons, and almost became slaves.

Then, Ji Fan used Shen Shuo to lead them to escape from the clutches of the devil and worship Momen.

At this time, Momen was slaughtered by the demons, and the emperor of the human race descended from the sky to suppress all demons and guide them a new way.

But, when they entered the fairy gate, they found that the person in charge here was the female demon who imprisoned them back then?

Holy shit! !

He... made such a big turn, but he returned to the original point?

"This time, let me see where you are going to escape."

Yu Hanyan smiled indifferently, the soul light in her eyes bloomed, turned into three seals, and instantly submerged into the sea of ​​souls of the three of them.

At the same time, Qingcang Southeast.

Thousands of miles in the void, long clouds floated, and I saw a golden dragon and jade chariot passing across the sky, rolling up thousands of wind marks.

"Look! What is that?"

In the Haoshan Sect, countless disciples looked up at the dragon chariot standing above their heads, and there was a touch of panic and shock in their eyes.

Looking at the blue sky, there are countless powerful people, but I have never heard of anyone who dares to use a dragon as a chariot.

After all, the blood of the real dragon is the sacred blood of the demon clan.

Even now, there are still many royal and overlord families in the extreme south that flow dragon blood.

Therefore, in order to avoid some unnecessary troubles, few people would be so arrogant and use dragons as chariots.

What's more, at this time everyone can see that the person sitting on the dragon chariot is actually a young man!

Black clothes and black hair, unparalleled beauty.

Beside him, there were also three women sitting. They had peerless looks and detached auras, each with its own merits.

After the dragon chariot, two young men followed closely, like bodyguards, but their auras were extremely powerful.

"Who is this person... What a big show!!"

"Dragon chariot, black clothes, fair face, Ling...Emperor Lingxiao!!"

A girl from the Haoshan sect exclaimed in surprise, her jade legs were tense, and ripples appeared in her beautiful eyes.

The rest of the disciples were in a mess, at a loss.

After all, although they have practiced for hundreds of years and slayed demons, they have never received such a noble lord.

Should I kneel first, or worship first?

Or, knock one directly?No, at least nine!

For a time, the Haoshan School was full of hustle and bustle.

And in that hall, several figures walked out immediately, the head of a person with broad brows and square face, with majesty, was Hu Badao, the suzerain of Haoshan Mountain, a well-known strong man in Han Yuan domain.

"It turns out that the emperor is coming, and Hu Badao is far away to welcome him, and I hope the emperor will forgive his sins!"

Hu Badao waited for the elders of the Haoshan Sect to walk before the crowd, and bowed to the dragon chariot.

At this moment, there was a trace of confusion on the faces of everyone.

With the identity of this emperor, why did they suddenly come down to their Haoshan sect?

You know, although the Haoshan School is somewhat famous in the Hanyuan domain, but looking at Qingcang, it is not fart, not even third-rate.

"I don't know why the Emperor's son is here, why?"

"Luo Wufeng, but you, Haoshan Sect, lead the upper realm?"

Ling Xiao leaned lazily on the dragon chariot and asked indifferently.

"Luo Wufeng?"

All the elders looked at each other, their faces becoming more and more confused.

This Elder Luo is from the lower realm of Yuzhou, and he has never stepped out of the mountain gate since his ascension. How did the emperor know his name?

"That's right! Elder Luo is my Haoshan sect's guide. He retreated 800 years ago and hasn't come out yet."