Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

"Yes!"

Hearing this, although the Xiao Clan's arrogances were terrified, they did not take a step back.

As for Chen Muzhi, he glanced at Jing Zi, waved his palm, and besieged all the members of the Xiao Clan.

"Boom!!"

With the strength of the members of the Xiao Clan, it is difficult to parry the siege of the two clans.

Soon, the body of Xiao Clan's Tianjiao was broken and fell from the sky.

But Jing Zi pulled away and chased after Han Qingqiu in the direction where Han Qingqiu was fleeing.

"Stop him!!"

Xiao Pin's jaw was broken, but it was difficult to escape at this moment. In this moment of distraction, he was smashed down by Chen Mu's palm again, and his breastbone was completely shattered.

But, even so, he still used the law of time to trap everyone in place, and no one escaped from here.

"Boom!"

Soon, the fluctuations here attracted many clan arrogances, and many people were surprised at this moment.

"This is...Chen Muzhi? How did he get involved with Xiao Poor?"

"I don't know, but I heard before... Chen Muzhi seems to be chasing and killing a girl from the Ling clan, and Xiao Poor is Ling Xiao's follower, probably because of this."

"Hey, Emperor Lingxiao is not here, these dogs dare to shout like this, wait for them to go out, hmph, the emperor will definitely not let them go."

"I hear what you mean... you stand as the emperor's son?"

"I... I didn't say... I just think... the human race will only fight among themselves if the emperor is not around."

"Hey…"

Chapter 1787, time is like a sword

"boom!"

Thousands of miles in the void, I saw a divine fire palm print falling from the sky, suppressing the sky.

And Han Qingqiu's face suddenly flashed a flash of shock and anger, he turned around and slashed out with a sword.

"Buzz!"

The resounding sound of sword chanting suddenly resounded, tearing the cloud curtain and causing wind and thunder.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, her figure swept out again and rushed forward.

At this time, she didn't dare to hesitate at all. With her strength, she was far from being able to compete with these young masters of the ancient clan who were nearly a thousand years old.

Only by escaping from this place as soon as possible can Xiao Po have a chance.

only! !

The moment she stepped forward, she bumped into a hard embrace head-on.

At this moment, Han Qingqiu trembled physically and mentally, only feeling endless fear.

These days of fleeing had already made her feel like a frightened bird, and any sign of trouble would make her despair.

What's more, since the person in front of him can stop in front of him silently, his cultivation must be extremely terrifying.

even! !

At this time, Han Qingqiu had already planned to commit suicide.

However, when she raised her head in shock and looked at the person in front of her, her face suddenly froze.

It was a young man, unparalleled in beauty, warm and wanton.

Compared with three years ago, he hasn't changed much, but he has a detached and Taoist charm.

"In such a hurry, did you get chased by a dog?"

Ling Xiao raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to pin the messy hair on Han Qingqiu's forehead behind his ears, speaking in a gentle and authentic manner.

"Grand... son!"

The light in Han Qingqiu's eyes fluctuated, and the mist in his eyes rose.

Blink, three years.

Since going to the upper realm, she has been following Shi Zuling's Geyao practice, and has never left the closed door.

She hasn't seen Ling Xiao for three years!

However, seeing the gentle and calm face in front of her, all the fear and hesitation in her heart dissipated at this moment.

It was as if, as long as he was there, no danger would be enough to make her escape.

Even death is nothing to be afraid of.

"Young Master!! Go and save Xiao Poor!! He is surrounded by people."

Han Qingqiu seemed to think of something suddenly, and said with a flustered expression.

"Xiao Poor?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

But at this moment, a trace of fear flashed across Jing Zi's face, and she wanted to escape, but she didn't have the courage at all.

Emperor Ling Xiao! !

About this emperor, although he has never seen it with his own eyes, he has already heard about it.

Upright and upright, but... infinitely sharp.

His kindness and responsibility did not restrain his ruthlessness in killing, but all creatures who touched the dignity of the human race and his inverse scales, no matter what their backgrounds and identities, would eventually die!

But, didn't he not enter the Barren Yuan Ancient Realm?

If he had known that Ling Xiao was here, even if he had given him ten more guts, he wouldn't have dared to think about Han Qingqiu at all.

"Emperor...Emperor!"

Jing Zi smiled awkwardly, and bowed to Ling Xiao.

At this moment, he finally understood that only by standing in front of this emperor, could he really feel what... oppression is.

It was as if, with his cultivation of the third rank of the holy realm, it was impossible to shake even a single finger of the emperor.

terrible! !

Even though Ling Xiao didn't emit a ray of spiritual power, this kind of natural aura still made people want to kneel down uncontrollably.

"Buzz!"

Facing Jingzi's humbleness and submissiveness, Ling Xiao showed no mercy. The moment his palm was protruded, the sky was filled with runes, and thousands of gods stepped from the sky to suppress Huangu.

"Emperor!! I am Jing Zi, the descendant of the Jing clan! I can make alchemy, understand medicine and cook tea, and I am willing to submit to you!!!"

Jing Zi's complexion changed drastically, especially the Godless power contained in the palm print, it was difficult to break free, and there was no possibility of escaping.

"Push!"

There was no hesitation at all, and the moment the palm print fell, the figure of the young master of the Jing clan was instantly shattered and exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Even the soul was swallowed by Ling Xiao and turned into nothingness.

Alchemy, medicine?

Ling Xiao shook his head, grasped Han Qingqiu's jade hand, and walked towards Yuankong.

Beside her, Han Qingqiu had bright eyes and a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

This damn... security!

I haven't seen you for three years, the young master seems to be strong... grown up again.

Even if she chases desperately, it seems that this gap is still difficult to make up, and there is no possibility of chasing.

"Om!!"

At the same time, in front of the Baizhan Cliff, Xiao Po was covered in blood, and his aura was exhausted to the extreme.

The remaining Xiao Clan disciples were also seriously injured, and were crushed to the ground by a crowd of Chen Clan and Jing Clan arrogances stepping on their heads.

Surrounded by emptiness, many Qingcang Tianjiao sighed in their eyes.

This is the Barren Yuan Ancient Realm, where there is no order, no reverence, everything...is respected by strength.

"Why, Patriarch Xiao still wants to resist? Tsk tsk, being a dog's leg to your level is considered the ultimate, so... I will fulfill you."

Chen Muzhi smiled sinisterly, and stretched out his palm, the vast spiritual power poured down like a mountain torrent, covering the figures of Xiao Poor and other members of the Xiao clan.

"I will stop them later, and you each escape."

Xiao Po supported his body, looked up at the dozens of figures, and sighed softly in his heart.

With his strength, it is impossible to be the opponent of Chen Muzhi and others.

However, as long as you persist for a moment, Mistress Qingqiu will be safe.

As long as she finds Empress Gu, today's disaster will be solved.

"Buzz!"

Thinking like this, Xiao Po's energy and blood revived all over his body, and streaks of time spirit patterns rolled across the sky, revealing the supreme mystery.

"The Divine Sword of Time."

Accompanied by a roar of anger resounding, thousands of spirit patterns suddenly gathered together, turning into a hundred-foot sword shadow, cutting against the sky.

Wherever the sword's momentum passed, ten thousand ways disappeared, the world was silent, and there seemed to be a fairy shadow standing on the Shenhe, waving his hand to break the ancient hegemony.

Gradually, the celestial figure became clear and merged with Xiao Poor.

At this time, his face was extremely calm and leisurely, with a sense of detachment.

Goodbye to the torrential youth, not afraid of the years and God! !

"Buzz!"

In an instant, all the offensives between heaven and earth were shattered, and the clouds trembled.

Even the dozen or so Tianjiao who stood in front of Chen Muzhi had a look of panic and despair in their eyes.

At this moment, they seemed to feel that there was a power that transcended spiritual power, imprisoning their figures in place, and it was difficult to break free.

And with the momentum of the sword piercing through, streams of blood surged up into the sky, shocking people's hearts.

"Damn!!"

Chen Muzhi's face changed slightly, and he shouted angrily, "Don't make a move yet!!"

Immediately, the spirit screamed, and all kinds of divine treasures and ancient seals fell from the sky, smashing towards the sword of time.

However, even so, that sword still shattered countless offensives and beheaded dozens of ancient arrogance before they were completely defeated.

Years are like swords, killing all the arrogance! !

The world is solemn! !

Even the eyes of the onlookers around were filled with horror and shock.

As expected of Qingcang's youngest master of the ancient clan, this sword... can be said to be invincible in the holy realm! !

"Push!"

The sword momentum dissipated, Xiao Po's face turned pale, he staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

"act recklessly!!"

Looking at the broken limbs and arms scattered on the ground, Chen Muzhi's eyes were full of resentment, and without hesitation, he swung his palm horizontally, destroying all directions!

Chapter 1788, Half Demon Youth

With Xiao Poor's current state, not to mention Chen Muzhi's full-strength palm, even in an ordinary holy realm, it is enough to kill him.

The Sword of Time and Time is the strongest trump card that Xiao Po is currently controlling. It can forbid time and transform itself into the way of heaven.

Even so, in the face of dozens of ancient arrogances, he still seemed a little powerless.