Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

"Elder, now... can you take me to visit your Treasure Pavilion?"

The scarlet light in Ling Xiao's eyes flickered, and the ancient magic blade disappeared out of thin air and appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Before killing Jin Yang, Ling Xiao got half of the Realm Seed.

This thing is a good thing.

As long as he can get the other half, he can evolve the world in the sea of ​​consciousness.

When the time comes...hehehe.

"Don't even think about it! Ling Xiao!! You colluded with monsters, and you will die badly. When the fairy lord returns, he will definitely find out the truth and prevent you from reincarnation!!"

The elder god king hissed to the sky, his tone was majestic, but his eyes were already dimmed.

On his chest, a bloodstain stained his white robe red, obviously a fatal wound.

The Yunshu Immortal Sect has always been the top force in the eastern border of the holy state since its founding.

Unexpectedly, the millennium foundation was destroyed overnight.

Just because of a true disciple?

What absurdity!

"Immortal Lord Yunshu? I'm afraid he won't be able to come back."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, and stepped out suddenly, the fierce power of the heavenly demon roared all over his body, and it directly turned into a thousand-foot ghost, and rushed towards the elder god king angrily.

"This breath...you...you are! No!!! Yunshu...dead!!"

"Crack clap."

Ling Xiao's figure fell to the front of the hall, looking coldly at the majestic and ancient golden hall, deep in his eyes was full of awe.

"Hey, the host acts in line with the villain's style, and rewards the villain with 10000 points."

"Buzz!"

Beside him, there was a sudden demonic energy outside Mi Yong's body, and the original realm of the seventh rank of Shenhou was faintly breaking through.

"Hehe, it's true that only by killing can you grow faster."

Chapter 213, You Are Something Wrong

"Dieying, you guard him."

Ling Xiao turned his head and glanced at the Chaos Demon Ape sitting cross-legged on the spot, and walked towards the depths of Xianzong.

In the last few battles, except for the 2000 luck points contributed by Jin Yang, although Ling Xiao failed to plunder too much luck, the villain's points reached [-].

Obviously, the happiness gained from killing one person is far less direct than that obtained from killing a thousand people.

Ling Xiao still hasn't figured out what the luck value is for Luan.

But the villain value is the key for him to improve his cultivation and exchange for Lingbao.

Now it seems that if you want to grow faster, you have to go to the land of Xijiang.

Moreover, in this land of Eastern Xinjiang, no one knows what it looks like, and everyone pays attention to everything they do.

But in the western border, those dynasties conquered all day long, even if they had heard of his peerless handsome name, they might not know what he looked like.

There seems to be more opportunities to pretend to be pigs.

Furthermore, once the Yunshu and Qin clans were wiped out, no one in the Eastern Frontier could be an opponent of the Ling clan. With Ling Tianlin's great talent and strategy, he would definitely do something by then.

After all, Dongjiang is still in the pocket of his old Ling family.

As for the Son of Destiny, after half a month's Wan Zong Huiwu, what should come will come naturally, and other people with little luck don't have to bother to calculate.

Tianyuan Secret Realm is his great opportunity to dominate Eastern Border!

As for the Treasure Pavilion of Yunshu Immortal Sect...

Gan!

Such a large plaque, is it for fear that others will not find it?

Ling Xiao stopped and looked at an ancient palace in front of him. On the gate of the palace, there were three big characters written in dragons and phoenixes, "Treasure Pavilion", in which there seemed to be a flow of Taoism, showing supreme majesty.

That's right, who would have thought that there would be a day when this party's home would be stolen?

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, and strode forward.

According to the plot, the Holy Land of Treasure Pavilion will be guarded by a seemingly ordinary old man.

The old man is usually the Supreme Elder, the uncle of the Holy Master, with a weird personality, and he especially admires good-for-nothing disciples with mediocre aptitude.

But now, Immortal Lord Yunshu is using his clan's power to conquer the Qin Clan, so how could he not bring such a trump card.

Therefore, Ling Xiao kicked away the ancient temple in front of him without expending half of his strength.

"Buzz!"

The rich spiritual energy surged like a sea in an instant, and I saw that in the Treasure Pavilion, there were all kinds of ancient books on spiritual treasures and medicines, which were nine floors high.

"Get rich!"

With Ling Xiao's disposition, he couldn't help but tremble with excitement at this moment. This is much more terrifying than the background of the Si family and Yu family.

Based on these fortunes, Ling Xiao is confident that even if he builds a dynasty in Western Xinjiang, it will be a piece of cake!

There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and they proclaim themselves emperor. Thinking about it, it really makes people a little excited.

"Whoosh!"

It's just that before Ling Xiao could think about it for too long, he saw a black shadow rushing out of his crotch first, and quickly rushed towards the pavilion full of pills.

"Huahua!!! Stop for me!!"

Ling Xiao's expression changed, but in the end it was still a step late.

I saw Huahua opened his mouth wide, and directly swallowed all the pills in the body.

Gan! !

You bastard, you are simply... making people want to be blamed! ! !

"belch!"

When Ling Xiao chased after him, he saw that Huahua's belly was as big as a ball, and there was a look of satisfaction in his dog's eyes.

"Huh? It smells so good!"

But before Ling Xiao could get angry, another calm voice came from behind him.

Feng Ling's figure appeared out of thin air, standing in front of the stone case where the heaven and earth spirit materials were placed.

"Gollum!"

Ling Xiao wanted to cry, but watched helplessly as Feng Ling took the spiritual material placed on it into his bag, and then disappeared in front of his eyes in a flash, without even looking at him from the beginning to the end.

you…

Are they all devils?

Why are you so calmly taking possession of the good fortune that I worked so hard to plan for?

Does your conscience really not hurt?

Ling Xiao looked up to the sky and cried out in grief, but in the end he didn't dare to hesitate any longer. The ancient ring in his hand lit up with a mysterious glow, and he collected all the ancient books of Lingbao in this treasure pavilion.

Until Ling Xiao's figure walked out of the hall, the Treasure Pavilion behind him, except for the golden plaque on the door of the hall, was still there, and the inside was as bright as a mirror.

"Lord!!"

The figures of Duoying and Miyong fell from the sky, with a look of joy on their faces.

Especially for Mi Yong, a breakthrough in the realm, to him, is the best of luck.

"Let's go, Qin Clan, the good show should begin."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, put the two into the ancient pagoda, and walked down the mountain.

Softly I'm gone, like... nobody knew I'd been here.

Supreme orthodox?

Son of destiny?

In my eyes, Ling Xiao, they are all just stairs to the top.

One thought can determine his life and death!

...

Qin Clan, Chijin Ancient City.

Today's holy land of the Qin clan seems to have lost the prosperity of the past.

Above the thousand-mile high sky, one after another with terrifying aura stood with hands behind their backs, frightening the heaven and the earth.

In front of the Great Hall of the Qin Clan, Emperor Qin's face was indifferent, as if the scorching sun was shining in his eyes.

He raised his head and looked at a figure in a white robe in front of the crowd, his eyes were full of forest light.

In just one day, the thousands of miles of territory of the Qin people were killed by Yunshu Xianzong's blood flowed into rivers.

If he hadn't recalled the strongest members of the clan early, the Qin clan would have become bare rods today.

But even so, tens of thousands of monks still died in this disaster.

This is no longer a dispute between the two supreme orthodoxy, but a disaster for the entire Eastern Border cultivation world.

But... to break the inheritance of people, this hatred is irreconcilable.

Although Yunshu also did it, it was Qin Wei and Qin Leng who survived in the end.

Unknowingly, the Qin clan seemed to be the culprit of this disaster.

"Emperor Qin, you, the Qin Clan, are rampant and immoral, and have broken my Yunshu's inheritance. Today, you will use your clan to perish in exchange for my disciple's rest in peace, and extinguish my Yunshu's anger!!"

Immortal Master Yunshu yelled coldly, and pressed down with one hand, and the world was instantly gloomy.

The endless spiritual energy rolled and turned into a giant shadow of thousands of feet, engulfing the entire Qin clan.

It has to be said that the Immortal Sect of Yunshu is leading the way as the right way in the eastern border, and the strength of this Immortal Master Yunshu can be called extremely terrifying.

Even Emperor Qin now had a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Seventh Grade God Emperor!

The strength of this Immortal Lord Yunshu is one rank higher than him, and two ranks higher than the other emperor of the Qin clan.

If this battle continues, the Qin Clan...will be in danger.

"Immortal Master Yunshu, disciple Zhengfeng, aren't you afraid of attracting punishment from heaven if you slaughter all living beings like this?"

Emperor Qin shouted angrily, and his body was covered in golden light like the sun. Above his head, there was an ancient formation faintly blooming with divine brilliance, which directly blocked the palm of Immortal Lord Yunshu in mid-air.

"boom!"

The sky trembled, and countless monks from Chijin City fell to the ground in pain, bleeding from their seven orifices. Under the impact of this offensive, their hearts were shaken and they died.

"Disciple fighting for the front? Emperor Qin, don't you want to mess around, disciple fighting for the front? With Qin Wei, the descendant of the Qin clan, how can you kill me, the son of Yunshu?"

Immortal Master Yunshu sneered, and a dazzling spiritual light bloomed on the palm of one hand again.

"Holy Son of Yunxiao, he doesn't even..."

Emperor Qin gritted his teeth fiercely, just about to explain.

Beside him, Qin Wei had already stepped forward, and shouted angrily in a cold voice, "That's right, the Son of Yunshu was indeed killed by me, I can only blame him for his arrogance and carelessness, Immortal Master Yunshu, don't look down on me, you abuse me!" Killing innocents is cruel and immoral, if you fight today, I, the Qin Clan, will accompany you to fight!!"

"war!!"

"war!!!"

"Ok?"

Emperor Qin stared blankly at Qin Wei beside him, and the angry elders of the Qin clan, not knowing what to say for a while.

My son, you... something is wrong!

What time is this, are you fucking still on track?