Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

If he hadn't been born with a waste of the sea, I'm afraid that the Ling clan of this generation really has peerless double pride, ruling the eastern border.

pity…

It is said that the two brothers, Ling Xiao and Ling Tian, ​​have been at odds since they were young, and they are like fire and water.

It's just that I don't know which of the two of them can achieve the supreme throne in the end?

Ling Tian naturally didn't know what everyone was thinking.

At this time, he desperately exerted the power of Taoism, and gradually communicated with this sword path Tianwei's artistic conception.

The cyan mysterious light gradually flowed from his body, and the swordsmanship that he had just accomplished had the potential to break through at this moment.

At the beginning of the cohesion, the power of Taoism is just a perception of Taoism.

Afterwards, the realm is improved, and the Tao is flourishing.

After being sharpened, it is a great achievement, and finally integrated, connecting the world with the way of oneself, and then reaching the state of perfection.

Of course, beyond the consummation of rumors, there is also the level of Wugou, where every action contains the truth of the Dao.

Those are definitely beyond the comprehension of the god emperors.

At this moment, Ling Tian could faintly feel that his power of Daoism had gradually broken through the scope of comprehension, and was steadily moving towards the realm of prosperity.

The son of destiny, luck is close to him.

Sure enough, any dangerous setbacks will become an opportunity for them to become stronger.

If this is replaced by a villain's stepping stone, it is estimated that halfway through, he will be judged by the inexplicable saint, and he will burp.

"Buzz!"

Time passed slowly, and the white shirt outside Ling Tian's body was already soaked in sweat.

It's just that although his pace was slow, he never stopped for a moment.

99, 81…

Until his figure stood in front of the last third step, all the elders and disciples of the Holy Land held their breath and tensed up, looking expectantly at the figure of the young man who had already penetrated into their hearts.

Perseverance, the way of the sword is evil.

At this time, Ling Tian had already shaken off his reputation as a trash.

That dazzling blue light is like the Shenyang at the beginning of the birth of Hongmeng.

And his figure is like a sword god who has been banished from the nine heavens, and his coercion is incomparable in the world.

The top of Wanjianxian Road, this place has been visited by no one for nearly 300 years.

Even Ye Xun'er, the most dazzling peerless arrogance in Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land, only reached the 9th step and was summoned by the ancient evil sword.

But today, perhaps this history will be trampled by Ling Tian.

No, he has rewritten history.

With his talent, he could take out an ancient sword casually, enough to illuminate the eastern border of the Holy State.

But at this moment, Ling Tian didn't intend to give up at all, and stepped up towards the last three ancient steps.

"Kakaka."

In the eyes of outsiders, Ling Tian's figure is handsome and elegant, but only he himself knows the terrifying pressure on his body at this time.

The meaning of ten thousand swords converges in one body.

I'm afraid that even the monsters who specialize in the physical body have already collapsed and retreated.

Fortunately, the divine body he awakened was originally the sword-veined divine body, which vaguely fits with this sword path.

But even so, there were still countless fine marks in his internal organs.

So much so that the seven orifices bleed, and the meridians all over the body appear to be shattered!

Chapter 188, Prince Ruyu

"Junior Brother Ling Tian..."

Ye Xun'er clenched his hands tightly, and looked at the stubborn figure with worried eyes.

From that day when she mentioned the ancient sword of Zhu Xian, this little junior showed great interest.

However, Ye Xun'er thought that with Ling Tian's talent, it was impossible for him to have the chance to covet the ancient sword of Zhu Xian.

But she was wrong!

Big mistakes.

She really didn't expect that this gentle and elegant second son of the Ling clan would be so stubborn in his bones.

Perhaps, this is the so-called, no time for Dao Xin.

For a moment, Ye Xun'er felt a different emotion.

She has always been resistant to this kind of emotion, especially Yu Yuntian's behavior in the past few years, which really made her a little tired.

But inexplicably, when she was placed on Ling Tian, ​​she unconsciously felt shortness of breath and trembled in her heart.

Supreme sword capital, strong background.

Most importantly, he is handsome!

Compared with Ling Tian, ​​Yu Yuntian is simply a countryman, rough and rude, he knows how to be jealous and compare all day long, why have you never thought about polishing your character and cultivation?

The son is like jade, and the son is like jade.

It must be someone like Junior Brother Ling Tian.

The corner of Ye Xun'er's mouth raised a smile unconsciously, she was magnificent and amazing.

Beside him, Yu Yuntian looked at the little junior sister who was fascinated, with both hands already holding the cage.

There was an indescribably complicated gloomyness in the eyes.

Junior Sister Xun'er, you are mine, no one can take you away!

Ling Tian, ​​it doesn't matter if you step on the top of the immortal road, in this Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect, I am the suzerain's personal heir, and I have ten thousand ways to kill you!

"boom!"

The shocking trend fell from the sky, like the Milky Way in the nine heavens, rushing down thousands of miles.

And Ling Tian's figure finally stood firmly on the last step.

One step forward, it is the Taoist artifact inherited from the Holy Land of Thousand Swords, the ancient sword of Zhu Xian.

Take a step back... it's life!

The wind is not calm, the waves are not calm, and the mind is not stable. An island locks up a person!

Ling Xiao, I will use this sword to sacrifice my seven years of hatred! !

Ling Tian looked up to the sky and screamed, the sole of his foot that had just fallen stepped forward again.

On his body, Dao Ze's blue light suddenly flourished, straight into the sky, and attracted thousands of miles of cloud waterfalls to fall from the sky.

The white clouds stirred, and the wind swirled through the sky.

The Tao is prosperous! !

The sound of Taoism spreads endlessly for thousands of miles!

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And in that storm, the young man's figure was like a sword, and he was dressed in white clothes with the wind, and that white and slender hand was finally holding the ancient sword.

"Om!!"

The situation in the world changed suddenly, and in just a moment, the sky was filled with black clouds.

Countless thunderbolts snaked across the sky, as if punished by God, trying to prevent the sword from being born.

Perhaps Ling Tian's strength was exhausted, or the Dao of Heaven didn't want him to bear this strand of immortal karma.

I saw that he clenched his palm tightly, but he still couldn't pull the sword out of the ancient platform.

The Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords was silent.

Everyone looked at the figure standing on the top of the mountain, and there was a faint sense of loss in the depths of their eyes.

After all, is it still a failure?

Even though Ling Tian was gifted against the heavens and possessed the ultimate sword talent, Zhu Xian... had his own arrogance, which was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Hey."

A burst of sighs came leisurely, and everyone's eyes were focused on Ling Tian at this moment.

So much so that before the fairy road, a figure suddenly walked slowly, and they didn't notice it at all.

"Om!!"

It wasn't until the monstrous sword chant resounded again, faintly shattering the dark clouds, that everyone realized that in front of the fairy road, a figure in white was standing with his hands behind his back, taking ten steps and darting toward the peak at top speed.

"Gollum!"

"Am I wrong?"

"There seems to be a Taoist figure there?"

"who is it?!!"

"Such a speed... is even more evil than Ling Tian?!"

"How is it possible? Why is this person so strange? He doesn't seem to be from my Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land?"

"Impossible, right? My sect of the sword path, non-sword masters can't climb it, he can attract thousands of swords, it must be..."

"It's Ling Xiao!!! It's Ling Xiao!!!"

"What?! It turned out to be the devil incarnate! What is he going to do? Forcibly rushing into the sword path? How courageous!"

For a moment, the entire Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land was in a mess, and even several elders had already activated their spiritual power, intending to capture the mountain-climbing youth.

"stop!"

At this moment, Lord Wanjian suddenly gave a cold shout, and there was also a gloomy surprise on his brows.

How could this little bastard suddenly appear in his Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land?

Also, what is he talking about when he ascended the Wanjian Immortal Road?

Could it be that he also wanted the ancient Zhuxian sword?

However, this road of ten thousand swords is the inheritance of the holy land, so naturally not anyone can walk if they want to.

Above the generals, whoever enters is a sign of emergence, leaving behind the sword inheritance, waiting for the destined disciples.

In other words, it's not that the Lord Wanjian didn't want to stop Ling Xiao at this time, but he just looked at the entire holy land. Who can catch up with the former on this sword road?

Walk like flying, without hindrance.

This scene fell in the eyes of many Holy Land disciples, and instantly caused some delusions in their hearts.

Is this still the Wanjian Immortal Road?

Could it be that our paths are different?

Quite suddenly, many disciples actually showed a posture of eagerness to try, and obviously felt that they could do it again.

"Buzz!"

Wan Jian's chanting sound lasted for a long time.

At this time, everyone seemed to feel that these ancient swords were not cheering, but more like a mourning cry.

Especially when Ling Xiao's figure walked by, the ancient sword that had been buried for so many years seemed to be born of its own accord.

"boom."

The entire sword path began to tremble for no reason.

The ancient swords trembled and struggled one after another, as if trying to break free from the shackles of the sword path.

But Ling Xiao didn't care about this.