Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

For a moment, Ye Xun'er suddenly discovered that the current Ling Tian... actually bears some resemblance to Ling Xiao.

In the past, she always hoped that this cowardly little junior brother would be like his elder brother, standing upright, domineering and powerful.

But when this day finally comes, why does she... miss the peace in the past?

and so…

People are probably contradictory and greedy.

It's just that in this world, how can there be so many gratifications.

Each has its own suffering, and each has its own persistence.

"Junior Brother!! How could I stop you...I'm just worried..."

"Xun'er, the day I go down the mountain is the time to kill the enemy, so...you have to work hard."

Ling Tian stretched out his hand and rubbed Ye Xun'er's black hair, and there was a gentle and peaceful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then, he turned around and walked towards the top of the mountain without hesitation.

so similar…

Tears rolled down Ye Xun'er's eyes.

Even his expression was almost the same as that of Young Master Ling Xiao.

On the path of the sword, there is a wind that confuses the eyes.

The sound of the Tao is resounding and endless.

Only this time, the young man in Tsing Yi did not encounter any obstacles.

One step at a time, walking towards the top of the mountain calmly.

The wind blows up the green shirt and messes up the white hair.

He seemed unaware.

One step, one step, resolute, no regrets.

My way is to kill.

Those who kill are the ones who should be killed, and those who protect are the beloved blood relatives.

Even if in this life, I am a sword demon, I want this world to surrender under my feet.

"boom!"

The monstrous sword intent is unparalleled, and there are many fairy shadows in the faint.

Eventually, the boy disappeared into the sky.

Only that head of snow-white hair, like a demon's attachment, catches the eye, engraves in the heart, engraves the bone, and ecstasy.

"Junior brother!! Don't worry, no matter how difficult the path you choose, I will always stand behind you!!"

Ye Xun'er pursed her red lips tightly, clasped her jade hands lightly, and finally turned around, heading in the opposite direction.

From today onwards, the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords is completely silent.

No more cheers, no more cuddling figures on the mountain road.

Only the path of the sword is complete, and that figure sitting cross-legged is like a rock, eternal and vicissitudes.

One day, when evildoers come out from all over the holy state, ancient mountains, great rivers, and secret realms, it will be... the time when the Holy Cult falls!

what?

My brother is a peerless sword cultivator?My pet is a nine-day true dragon?My sister is the Lord of the Holy Land?My lover is the reincarnation of a fairy?Am I awesome?

Does everyone in the Holy State know?I don't know it myself?

Is it possible?

I'm just trying to pretend.

"Hey."

The Lord Wanjian sighed softly, and beside him, the Great Elder Jiannan also had a complicated look in his eyes.

"Should be happy? The two of them seem to have a chance in Enlightenment Mountain?"

"That's right! Focusing on the sword is the teaching of my ancestors in the Holy Land, but why do you feel... a bit sad?"

"Forget it, Hunyuan Ancient Sect, hmph, how dare you punish my holy son and kill my own heir, this enmity... can you bear it?"

"Of course I can't help it, but... I have to wait for a gust of wind."

"You mean..."

"Ling Clan! They will definitely aspire to the top of Eastern Border."

At the same time, in the middle of the Holy State.

Bai Ling stood in an ancient temple with an aggrieved expression on his face.

Above, there is a blood-clothed old man sitting cross-legged quietly.

His face seemed to be shrouded in blood, and his face could not be seen clearly, but the aura exuding from his body could be called terrifying.

"So, you went to Dongjiang, Enlightenment Mountain?"

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, and his tone could not be heard as happy or sad.

It's just faint, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.

"Master, don't you always say that you want us to practice a lot? The top talents in the entire Eastern Xinjiang are gathered on Wudao Mountain. I just want to see... what skills they have."

With a trace of grievance on Bai Ling's small face, he retorted with a small mouth.

"Oh? Then you, what can you gain?"

"Hmph! It's just a bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites, Master, if nothing happens, I'll go to practice."

After saying that, Bai Ling turned around and wanted to leave.

But at this moment, the blood-clothed old man suddenly stretched out his hand, turned it into a blood chain out of thin air, bound her whole body and pulled her in front of him, a pair of old eyes glowed strangely.

Bai Ling only felt a roar resounding in his mind, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

Chapter 339: Back to the Ling Clan

"You are the Holy Maiden of my Blood Temple, and you must not reveal your identity at will. This time, I will punish you, and you will not be allowed to go down the mountain for three years. Only after you kill your senior brother can you regain your freedom."

It wasn't until Bai Ling's eyes regained clarity that the blood-clothed old man snorted coldly, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant.

"Huh, sure enough, check my soul sea. Fortunately, Brother Ling Xiao was prepared."

Bai Ling sneered, his eyes flickering with gloom, and he immediately raised his feet and walked towards the outside of the hall.

The ancient technique of taking souls, since it is a forbidden technique, can not only take souls and control the soul, but also cover up memories, so naturally it is not a problem.

Of course, with the strength of the Lord of the Blood Palace, any cover-up would be useless if he forcibly searched for his soul.

But in the same way, if Ling Xiao really did that, Bai Ling would die under the soul seal in an instant.

Therefore, this move can be called foolproof.

"We have to think of a way first, search for Grandpa Qi's soul, and determine the identity of the white-clothed swordsman."

A look of hesitation flashed across Bai Lingqiao's face, but in the end, she still walked towards the depths of the Blood Palace.

Just like Brother Ling Xiao said, no matter how evil the exercises are, they can be used in different ways.

Now she just wanted to avenge the Lin family's blood, so she made such a bad plan just now.

The big deal is to let him go after searching for Grandpa Qi's soul.

Thinking like this, the last gleam of hesitation in Bai Ling's eyes disappeared in an instant.

In the land of the Ling clan, thousands of miles high in the sky, suddenly a black shadow came over like a cloud.

Many strong men of the Ling clan raised their heads one after another, their bodies glowing brightly, but there was a hint of surprise in their eyes.

How dare someone dare to act presumptuously in my Ling clan's territory?

I don't know this one, is it forbidden to fly?

Just when they looked up and saw that nine-dragon golden chariot, their eyes were surprised, which instantly turned into a strong admiration and... joy!

"Look! It's Young Master Ling Xiao!! It's Young Master Ling Xiao!!"

"Young master has returned to the clan! Come on... look at you, why don't you kneel down and kowtow to the young master!"

"Young master!! You are finally back!!"

"I look forward to your return every day, and today I wish, I will have no regrets in this life!"

The crowd began to cheer and seethe.

There was even a proud girl whose eyes turned black from excitement, her body went limp, and she collapsed on the ground.

It's just... suddenly, it softened.

Ling Xiao smiled calmly with a calm expression.

"Look! Young Master saw me!!"

"What virtue and ability do I have, to enter the eyes of the young master, young master...it's not worth it! With my filthy body, it will only pollute your eyes!!!"

Ye Qingchan's beautiful eyes looked at the cheering and mourning Dacheng below her in surprise, her pretty face was shocked.

This scene is very familiar to her.

When Ling Xiao was in the Northern Wilderness, this scene was everywhere he went.

But she really didn't expect that when she returned to Shengzhou, the young master would still be that... the heavenly man that everyone was looking forward to.

Sure enough, wherever the king goes, there will be people.

The innate majesty and destiny are not changed by the region at all.

Inexplicably, Ye Qingchan quietly moved her delicate body, getting closer to Ling Xiao.

This feeling of admiration and envy made her very happy in her heart.

"Look, the young master's face seems a little haggard!"

"Yes! I heard that Goddess Nian died in Xia Chen's hands!"

"war!!!"

"Travel down the Holy Land of Yuanyue, avenge the young mistress!"

"Quick... hurry up and get my 40-meter machete, I can hardly restrain the fighting spirit in my body."

The people who were originally cheering suddenly fell into madness.

That terrifying fighting intent faintly turned into a cloud of blood, covering the sky above Hantian City.

At this time, Ling Xiao just nodded slightly, and then led Ye Qingchan towards the secret realm of the Ling clan.

"Young master...these are all..."

"I am a vassal of the Ling clan!"

"Oh, son, if one day... I am forced to be your enemy, will you... kill me?"

Suddenly, a trace of sadness flashed across Ye Qingchan's face, and she said in a leisurely and authentic tone.

"Huh? Qingchan, what are you talking about?"

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, turned his head to look at Ye Qingchan's clear and worrying eyes, and shook his head slightly, "I don't believe that there is anyone in this world who can turn us against each other. If there is, then I will kill him."

"Ok!"

Ye Qingchan's face was brightened.

It's the same as what Qingchan thinks.

Until the two entered the secret realm, another round of cheers began to resound.

Ling Tianlin stood in front of the Ling clan's ancient hall, looking at the two figures falling from mid-air.

Behind him, the elders of the Ling Clan and Jiumai Clan waited quietly, with a hint of pride in their eyes.