Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

This, is probably what you often say, is destiny?

only! !

The more so, Ling Xiao's face lost a bit of joy, but a gloomy look.

Too much of a coincidence.

It's kind of unbelievable that everything is a coincidence.

How could a person who sealed the devil's bone and suppressed the immortal clan in the whole world be careless enough to let him, the reincarnation of the demon, get close to the devil's bone so easily?

But whoever can survive from ancient times, no matter if they are human beings or remnant souls, which one is not a person with thousands of schemes and thoughts close to monsters?

But until now, none of the immortals seemed to have the slightest doubt about Ling Xiao's identity.

Although it was a symbolic test, it seemed too perfunctory.

It's just that in these hundreds of years, if she wants to make plans, why wait until now?

Ling Xiao frowned, pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head.

Demon bone, he is bound to win.

At this moment, it is time to fuse the magic bones as soon as possible and leave the secret realm.

As for the fairy woman...

No matter what she is plotting, it is just a soul body, and the threat to Ling Xiao is not as insurmountable as she imagined.

In the end, Ling Xiao walked up to the sarcophagus, and gently pushed away the coffin lid that had been sealed for an unknown number of years.

"boom!"

The sea-like devilish energy burst out from the ancient coffin.

The entire hall instantly turned into a sea of ​​demonic energy.

A torrential ray of holy power fell from the sky, almost crushing Ling Xiao's figure to the ground.

At this time, above the void, endless demonic energy gathered into a whirlpool.

Among them, there seems to be a phantom gradually manifesting, standing in the void with its hands behind its back, revealing its eternal dominance.

Ling Xiao was all too familiar with this figure.

Although he still couldn't see his face clearly, but the demonic intent that looked down on the world and made Jiutian submit, besides the number one demon in ancient times, the Heavenly Demon, who else?

But at this moment, Ling Xiao's eyes didn't stay on the phantom for too long.

Instead, he lowered his head and looked into the sarcophagus, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly froze!

I saw that in the sarcophagus, the devilish energy gradually dissipated, revealing a crystal-clear and jade-like white skeleton.

It was a skull, or rather, a head.

What surprised Ling Xiao was that the color of this bone was so pure and sacred.

Among them, there is even a flow of holy will, deriving countless miracles out of thin air.

The sun and the moon sink, alternately reciprocating.

There are ups and downs in the fairy palace, and Jia'e dances gracefully.

There are ancient trees forming a sea, and big monsters looking up to the sky.

There are three thousand immortals and demons, all kneeling on the ground.

Everything is like the beginning of the world, and the beginning of the universe, and it seems that the end of the era, everything returns to nothingness.

In Ling Xiao's ears, nerves, Taoism, and magic chant resounded at the same time.

In the midst of the haze, memory pictures began to emerge.

Only this time, Ling Xiao is no longer a spectator, but... the owner of this memory.

In the end, the picture stagnated, and an ancient bluestone road hung down from the top of the sky.

On both sides of the ancient road, there is a sea of ​​clouds and a bottomless abyss.

Ling Xiao frowned, looking at the graceful figure at the end of the stone path, there was a sudden inexplicable pain in his heart.

only! !

Just as he raised his foot and walked towards the top of the mountain, the scene in front of him changed again.

A general trend of killing came suddenly.

Dao sounds in unison, and the void trembles.

Before Ling Xiao could react, he saw countless figures in golden armor holding Lingbao and killing them from the sky.

Endless slaughter, eternal darkness.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, only the blood-stained figure walked towards the sky step by step.

There, a figure in blue and white hair gradually revealed its true form.

It was a...sufferingly beautiful face.

Snow-white long hair, reflecting the snow-like skin.

The whole person is like an ice crystal, his temperament is flawless, and he does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Although she had her eyes closed at this moment, the icy blue flame totem between her eyebrows made people feel like being spied on.

Standing on the top of the mountain, she seemed to be one with the heaven and the earth.

The clouds and smoke swept by, but she couldn't bear to startle her soberly.

Just when Ling Xiao was in a daze, there was a sudden suppression of Tianwei in the void.

It was a hundred-foot-long divine figure, slashing horizontally with a golden knife in his hand, piercing the sky with an unparalleled sword intent, and falling on Ling Xiao's shoulder, spilling a bloody light.

The world was silent, and there was an absolute coldness pervading from the top of the mountain.

The white-haired woman standing on the top of the mountain suddenly twitched her eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes.

It was a pair of ice blue eyes.

Just one glance can make people willing to sink.

"Om!!"

The terrifying breath began to rise, and countless lines turned into shackles of heaven, winding from the woman's body.

In the void, a wave of divine power visible to the naked eye rippled out.

Wherever it passes, the space freezes, like a broken mirror.

And the countless golden guards who had surrounded Ling Xiao didn't even realize it, and they, together with the ancient bluestone road under their feet, turned into sculptures.

Ling Xiao's eyes were slightly condensed, and even with his disposition, he felt a little startled at this moment.

At a glance, the frozen world?

What kind of terrifying means is this?

Just when he looked up towards the direction of the mountain top, he saw the woman's ice blue eyes falling on him with endless tenderness.

"Buzz!"

Chapter 581, God Lord's Conspiracy

"Om."

The nine heavens fell into darkness at the same time, all light was extinguished, and at the end of the world, there was a ray of chill circulating.

In just a short breath, the Shenyang is not there, and the aura is not there.

Above the nine heavens, the entire fairyland was snowing heavily, like winter.

Countless powerful figures woke up from deep sleep and cultivation, stepped out of palaces, ancient tombs, sacred mountains, and caves, and looked into the distant sky.

At the end of the fairy world, there is a snow-capped mountain standing in the sky, connecting the sky and the earth.

And on the top of the snow mountain, a magnificent stone palace stands quietly.

only! !

Different from all the fairy temples in this world, that ancient temple was neither golden nor carved. It was actually a pitch-black stone temple, like a tomb, faintly revealing a sense of desolation and magic.

In the depths of the ancient temple, a melodious and ethereal yet sad sigh resounded quietly.

"Is...you?"

"boom!"

At the same time, in the fairy trail, Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly opened, mixed with a touch of complicated confusion.

In the sky above his head, that jade-like demonic bone suddenly bloomed with immortal brilliance.

In the next moment, the jade bone turned into a mystery, scattered into a bright stream of light, and submerged into Ling Xiao's sea of ​​souls in a flash.

"what!!"

Severe pain came in an instant, and in Ling Xiao's eyes, magic surged out uncontrollably.

Behind him, an ancient phantom seemed to come from ancient times.

One after another, the magic pattern containing the truth began to light up in the temple, dazzlingly dazzling.

In the end, these lines transformed into a seal, submerged in the center of Ling Xiao's eyebrows.

There, a blood-red magic pattern gradually became clear.

It seems to restrain the most evil power in the world, destroying the world and destroying the world.

Around Ling Xiao, a ghost figure began to manifest. If there are three thousand, they all kneel down and worship.

And his aura finally rose suddenly at this moment.

Below the ancient hall, the fairy woman raised her head and looked at the sky. In her clear eyes, there was a vicissitudes that did not match her appearance.

There was no smile on her face, nor any fear.

Yes, just an unspeakable persistence.

Shengzhou, Zhongjiang.

The four frontiers of Shengzhou are all tens of thousands of miles in size.

Only Zhongjiang has a small area, but anyone who can occupy a Lingshan cave here and open up a sect is all those who truly occupy the top of the five borders.

According to the rumors, there is a place in the middle of the border, which is the place where the luck of the holy state lies.

In the past years, if the strong in the Holy State wanted to ascend to the upper realm, they could only be attracted if they set foot on the Immortal Terrace and proved their immortality.

In other words, Dengxiantai is the only place that connects the holy state with the upper realm.

This place is rich in aura, and the Taoist rhyme is natural. Those who occupy this platform can gain the great power of the Holy State.

At this time, it was under a fairy mountain in the center of Zhongjiang.

A figure in Tsing Yi manifested from the void, looking at the distant mountain, with a hint of sadness in his beautiful eyes.

During this month, Ye Qingchan traveled all the way east, chasing the mysterious voice in her mind, and finally came to this fairy mountain.

only! !

This fairy mountain, named Wudao Mountain, is where the Holy Pope's sect is located.

With Ye Qingchan's current strength, looking at the younger generation in Shengzhou, they are naturally the top existence.

But in front of the colossal monster of the Holy Cult, it is really too small and pitiful.

"Anyway, try your best."

Ye Qingchan took a deep breath, and her figure suddenly disappeared in place.

At the same time, on the peak of the fairy mountain, a golden-robed figure suddenly opened his eyes, and as the sun turned, there were patterns of the avenue rippling between the opening and closing of his eyes.

And the corner of his mouth raised an inexplicable smile.

"Whoosh."

Ye Qingchan's figure drifted past like a breeze in the mountains.