Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

Chapter 1799, Magic Sword Recovery

"interesting."

Ling Xiao raised his head, looking at the palm print covering the world, his eyes were always calm.

Compared with Yi Qingteng, the combat power of the ancestor Wu Yi is indeed stronger.

Moreover, this palm print is obviously compatible with the mountains and rivers here, and contains a ray of the general trend of the world, magnificent and mighty.

However, an unlucky sixth-rank Earth Sovereign naturally couldn't threaten Ling Xiao.

The moment the palm print fell, his figure... disappeared in place.

"boom!!!"

The palm print fell, directly crushing the mountain where Ling Xiao was.

Those Wuyi clansmen who were buried underground and still had a trace of vitality completely fell under this palm print.

Thousands of feet of smoke rose up, charming eyes.

Yi Shangao, on the other hand, sighed softly, and looked up at the sky.

I saw there, Ning Wuchuan stood tall in the void, transformed into the God Realm, covering up all the movements of this place.

"Now it is your turn."

Yi Shangao's eyes were full of vicissitudes, and there was a touch of extreme resentment in his eyes.

After this battle, the Witch Wing Clan is completely over.

Although, with his strength, it is not difficult to gain a foothold in this barren ancient world.

However, the blood inheritance of the Witch Wing Clan has been completely cut off.

Even if Yishan Gaoshang has the ability to reproduce offspring, it will not happen overnight if he wants to create a clan.

It can only be said that there is more than enough heart but not enough strength.

Can! !

Just when Yishan raised his foot high and was about to walk towards Ning Wuchuan, he saw the latter grinning suddenly and pointing to the mountain below.

"Ok?"

Yi Shangao was stunned for a moment, and when he looked down again, he saw that the young man in black was still standing there, spotless and detached.

For a moment, Yi Shangao thought he was dazzled, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and his pupils suddenly shrank!

how is this possible! !

The palm print he swung just now covered thousands of miles and was unavoidable.

Even the Supreme Being could not easily resist that kind of power.

But, how come...unscathed?

even! !

It's unbelievable that even a piece of the young man's clothes has not been broken!

"The power of space?"

Suddenly, Yi Shangao seemed to have thought of something, and waved his hands repeatedly, not daring to retain any strength, and went towards Ling Xiao to suppress it.

Even the power of space has a limit after all.

He didn't believe that a contemporary young man could remain calm under his repeated attacks.

"Boom!!!"

Suddenly, above Wushan, there was a roar.

I saw the spirit seals all over the sky crushed down, without any gaps, and there was no room for Ling Xiao to dodge at all.

And the originally towering mountains were gradually smashed into an abyssal crack, extending thousands of miles.

However, no matter how hard Yi Shangao tried, he couldn't hurt Ling Xiao at all.

It was as if, between the two, there seemed to be an invisible world separated by one side, which was insurmountable and desperate.

"Are you tired, Patriarch? Why don't you replace me?"

In the end, when Yi Shangao's face was pale and his spirit was weak, he saw a figure slowly walking towards him amidst the radiance all over the sky.

"I do not believe!!"

Yi Shan glared angrily, and burned his essence and blood directly, urging Shentu to envelop towards Ling Xiao.

The majesty of the gods is so powerful that the entire figure of the gods directly turns into a blood-red color, like a sea of ​​blood, overturning everything.

This scene was so shocking that even Ning Wuchuan's eyes flashed with horror.

However, seeing the calmness on Ling Xiao's face, the uneasiness in his heart quickly dissipated.

Ling Xiao's strength obviously cannot be measured by realm.

In front of him, neither the Holy Realm nor the Earth Supreme seemed to pose much threat.

Just as Ning Wuchuan was pondering in his heart, there was a sudden buzzing sound from the distant void.

I saw Ling Xiao squeezed his palm and stretched forward.

The situation is changing, and the divine thunder is punished.

An ancient spear that was completely black and surrounded by endless divine patterns immediately manifested into the void.

The vast power swept away in an instant, as if the rules had fallen and the order had reopened.

On Ling Xiao's arm, there are also countless magic lines lingering, the sky demon bone is revived, and a fairy shadow descends behind him, walking all over the galaxy.

Then! !

I saw him throwing his battle spear vigorously, colliding with the blood-colored ancient map! !

The void is solidified, and the nine heavens are turbulent! !

And on the divine map, endless ripples immediately set off, and thousands of divine patterns evolved, trying to block the spear.

For a moment, the two gods were deadlocked, dividing the world into two colors.

The sea of ​​blood and the magic brilliance rose alternately, overwhelming the ages.

But in the end, at the end of the sea of ​​blood, a spiritual vortex suddenly appeared, dissipating the blood power and tearing it apart completely.

"how is this possible…"

Yi Shangao's body trembled slightly, and there was a strong palpitation in his eyes.

But, before he could react, he saw a black light piercing the sky, piercing through the divine brilliance, and ruthlessly piercing into his... chest.

"Push!"

Such a huge force directly tore his body, dragged him for a distance of hundreds of feet, and nailed him to the mountain peak.

Up to this moment, Yi Shangao still felt extremely absurd, looking down at the blood-stained ancient spear, his lips quivered slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

He could feel that there seemed to be a ray of supreme power contained in the spear, which was killing him with an irreversible trend.

Supreme device! ! !

Being able to easily shatter the Wing Wing Divine Diagram, the grade of this battle spear must surpass the holy weapon.

But, not to mention the ancient world of Huangyuan, even in the world of Qingcang, there are only a handful of supreme weapons.

What is the origin of this young man? !

"Old Ancestor, please go on the road."

Before Yi Shangao could think clearly, he saw the void in front of him quietly rippling, and that tall and detached figure had already stepped in front of him.

"No... Impossible! How could I fall into the hands of a young man!"

Yishan Gao's eyes were horrified, filled with endless despair.

However, no matter how hard he struggled, it was difficult to stop the divine power of the spear.

And Ling Xiao raised the ancient blade in his hand, and easily pierced the center of his eyebrows.

"boom!!"

A more terrifying devouring force swept over, and the scene in front of Yi Shangao was finally fixed on the gentle and bright smile at the corner of the boy's mouth.

"Boom!!!"

The buzzing resounded, but Ling Xiao's eyes shone with joy.

"Wuchuan, go and search for the treasures of the Witch Wing Clan."

After the words fell, his figure suddenly disappeared in place and appeared in front of the Temple of Heaven.

But at this time, in his hands, the ancient blade of reincarnation was surrounded by magic brilliance, and the runes flowed, revealing the ancient evil.

A wisp of divine consciousness rippled away, covering Ling Xiao's figure, turning it into a demon world, separating the heaven and the earth, and blocking yin and yang.

Immemorial Punishment, the sixth form!

"boom!!!"

The void is thousands of miles away, and the magic power is at its peak.

I saw a phantom coming from the sky, its momentum is like a dark sea, and its coercion is eternal! !

Under its feet, there seems to be a winding nine dragons, like falling into purgatory!

Chapter 1800, Layout God Son

"Buzz!"

In front of Ling Xiao, time and space are changing, and all ways are flourishing.

At the end of the day, a ten thousand zhang dragon shadow stood upright on the sky and the earth, covered with shining golden scales, each piece was the size of a person.

Even though Ling Xiao has seen countless dragons, even he himself has fused a Zhoulong spirit.

However, when he saw the majestic body of the dragon standing upright in the sky, he still felt extremely shocked.

And in front of the dragon, a phantom stood quietly, with its back to Ling Xiao, unable to see its face clearly.

In his hand is an ancient blade with magic lines, exuding extreme coldness.

only! !

Compared with that divine dragon, this phantom is really insignificant, like an ant.

At this time, Ling Xiao finally understood why in the ancient times, the big monsters ran rampant and crushed the world.

This kind of deterrence cannot be described by the realm at all.

Can! !

The next moment, a frightening scene appeared.

Just listening to a dragon chant shocked the sky, the sound was like thunder, shocking all spirits.

The whole world suddenly became blurred and shattered.

But the dragon suddenly leaned over, biting towards the phantom.

A single dragon head is the size of a mountain, with howling hurricanes and thousands of dragon patterns.

In his mouth, a round of cosmic black swirls condensed into the sky and the earth, as if everything could be swallowed up, and it was beyond human power to contend.

only! !

From the beginning to the end, the phantom did not move at all, standing quietly in the void, allowing the dragon to swallow him.

The world is silent! !

All the turmoil disappeared, the clear sky revived, and the divine splendor shone.

However, at this moment, the eyes of the dragon suddenly froze, and a low buzzing sound came from Ling Xiao's ears.

"Om!!"