Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

From the day Yuanjue entered the northern border, she has been staying on the ghost mountain, never leaving a step.

The decree of the God Lord, looking for evildoers who have comprehended the law of ice, and killing them without mercy.

But this is the territory of the monster clan, not to mention the monsters who have comprehended the law of ice, there are no people, so where can I find someone?

The top of Jiuyou Mountain was filled with depression.

All the strong men of Jiuyou Mountain are in their respective positions and are ready to fight.

In three more days, the entire northern Xinjiang monster clan will attack Jiuyou Mountain together. Even now, there are countless tyrannical auras hidden at the foot of the mountain.

Obviously, Jiuyou Mountain has become an isolated island, and no one can leave easily.

What makes all the big monsters of Jiuyou Mountain feel strange is that there seem to be many strange and powerful people in this mountain in a day, and they seem to be secretly arranging something.

Of course, even if all the demons had seen Ling Xiao's methods and the Ninth Grade God Emperor standing behind him, there was only despair in their hearts now, without any hope.

In the northern border, there are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and there are countless big monsters and strong people.

The three emperors and ten kings alone are definitely not something a ninth-rank god emperor can resist.

Once the Qinglong Emperor came personally, Jiuyou Mountain would definitely not grow a blade of grass.

But what can I do?

I want to escape too, but I can't.

The young master of the golden eagle and countless heirs of the monster clan died together in Jiuyou Mountain. Guess I went down the mountain and told them that I didn't do anything. Would those strong monster clan believe it or not?

Gan!

In the realm, Ling Xiao sat cross-legged in the void, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Around him, there are thousands of dao rhymes flowing, layer upon layer, like a new round of... sun.

It's just that under the cover of that rhyme, there is another ray of magic quietly rippling, evolving into mystery.

Three days is enough for his cultivation to make another breakthrough.

Although Ling Xiao is confident that the situation of this battle is under his control, he still can't tolerate the slightest carelessness in the face of a man of destiny who crushes the whole border and gathers all the luck of the monster race.

Now Ling Xiao has already figured out why there are very few lucky people in this monster race.

I'm afraid the reason lies in the ancestor of the monster clan.

Looking at this template, it is probably the invincible opening style, which is the so-called Long Aotian template.

I am invincible, you can do whatever you want.

If I were a demon, the demon would rule the world.

Arrogant and arrogant, luck is close to her, her talent is against the sky, and she has the strength to push the world across.

Birth is the pinnacle, commanding all monsters, and now the god master happens to be in seclusion again.

Even without Ling Xiao, with his strength, even Meng Yuan would definitely not be his opponent.

even!

Ling Xiao guessed that the birth of the ancestor of the demon clan at this time may not have something to do with the dragon soul suppressed by the holy religion.

interesting.

A rank-six god emperor, how many knives can he resist?

"In the blink of an eye, you are already the third rank of God Emperor."

Above the Temple of Heaven, Feng Ling was sitting on the edge of the square in a black dress, with a pair of fair legs dangling in the void, and a different kind of vicissitudes on his little face.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Of course, in the realm, three days is roughly equivalent to seven days.

And during these seven days, Ling Xiao has completely emptied the villain value and used it for cultivation, and the Taoist body has swallowed the aura of heaven and earth, and his cultivation has entered the level of the third rank of the god emperor.

On the third day, just before dawn, there was a demon cloud over the Jiuyou Mountain that swept across thousands of miles.

The billowing monster energy is like a hurricane tide, sweeping from the direction of the Ten Thousand Monsters Sacred Mountain.

Thousands of miles of northern Xinjiang fell into hustle and bustle in an instant.

Even for those monster clans who did not follow Long Xuan, there were strong people who walked out of the clan land, stepped on the top of the sky, and looked at the great mountain that pierced straight into the sky from a distance.

The holy son of the holy religion, arrogant and cruel, slaughtered thousands of lives on the first day he came to northern Xinjiang.

And most of them are the leaders of the younger generation of Yaozu, this tone, no one can easily swallow it.

Now that the Demon Emperor ascended the throne and led all the Demon Emperors and Demon Kings to come, I am afraid that even if the Divine Master came personally today, it would be difficult to protect him.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, there was a humming sound resounding in the void of thousands of miles. Immediately, one after another of terrifying monster shadows emerged, transformed into human shapes, and stood on the top of the sky.

The vast demon power covered the clouds and the sun, and the world seemed to be plunged into darkness.

A glaring thunderbolt descended from the sky, and demon patterns appeared everywhere, stretching for thousands of miles.

On Jiuyou Mountain, a group of great demons from the northern border trembled and stood behind Jiuyou.

In front of everyone, Ling Xiao was leaning on the golden chair, holding a jade cup in his hand, sipping the wine lightly.

In her arms, Zi Yan squinted her eyes, as if she was dozing off, her snow-white fur was slender and smooth, extremely touching.

With her level of spirit and soul, as well as the control over her soul consciousness, she deliberately concealed her evil spirit at this time, and I am afraid that it would be difficult for even a powerful person to detect it easily.

Therefore, on the surface, there is only one ninth-rank god emperor in Jiuyou Mountain, that is, Xiong Huan.

"My lord...they are here."

Huahua raised her head and looked at the countless monsters that appeared out of thin air. Instead of showing a trace of fear on her face, there was a hint of greed on the contrary.

If she can devour all the demon pills of these big monsters, will she become a god in place and step into the peak of the god emperor?

Chill!

The Heaven-swallowing Demon Dragon devours all things and spirits to cultivate oneself, and the demon core is the foundation of the demon clan, especially a god emperor demon core, which can be called a heaven and earth spirit.

One, two, three, four... There seem to be dozens of demon emperors in this world.

Sure enough, if you work with the young master, the world will be destroyed day by day!

"You are the holy son of the Holy Church?!"

Behind the monsters, there was a cold voice suddenly.

Then, the Qinglong Emperor and other monster clan powerhouses retreated one after another, stood on both sides, and bowed to a graceful figure in a golden robe behind them.

"Welcome to the Holy Patriarch!"

Chapter 855 Tit for tat

"Old Ancestor, don't we... really don't want to visit Zhixi?"

On the top of Qingqiu, the Queen of the Nine-Tailed Fox was full of sadness and emotions.

At this time, how could she not see the ten thousand miles of demon clouds in the direction of Jiuyou Mountain.

It is obvious that this time, all the strongmen from the Ten Thousand Monsters Sacred Mountain have moved their determination to completely destroy Jiuyou Mountain.

Since Emperor Qinglong dared to move this idea, he was probably planning to completely tear face with the Holy Cult.

"So what if we go? It is rumored that there is a demon king from the Ten Thousand Monsters Sacred Mountain, who is of the blood of the real dragon. The Azure Dragon Emperor himself came. If the God Lord does not show up, even if we go, nothing will change."

The pale and old face was also full of sadness.

It is becoming more and more difficult to see through. Is this holy son of the holy religion really arrogant and ignorant, or is the holy religion playing a big game of chess?

With the strength of the two emperors Qinglong and Baixiang, and with the eight demon kings following them, the entire Holy State is afraid that only the God Lord can solve this crisis.

However, even if the God Lord came personally, would he really dare to slaughter the demon clan?

I'm afraid that once he does that, the prestige established by the Holy Church for thousands of years will be completely shattered.

The holy religion controls the heaven and earth with kindness, and emphasizes the equality of all souls.

Although such rhetoric, any strong person with some knowledge will not believe it.

However, this is a bottom line, and it is also the way of the holy religion to control people.

But this is also the reason for Bai Qian's confusion.

What is this Holy Son who suddenly appeared up to plot?

"But... Patriarch... Once something happens to Zhixi, that demon emperor may not let my Qingqiu clan go, how about..."

A trace of gloom flickered in the back eyes of the Nine-Tailed Fox. Now the situation of the Qingqiu clan is on the verge of life and death.

Regardless of whether today's battle is won by the holy religion or the demon clan, it is of no benefit to the fox clan.

This family, seemingly neutral, isn't it a dilemma?

"Zhixi is now standing in the same camp as the Holy Cult. I'm afraid the Qinglong Emperor has regarded me as an enemy of Qingqiu, but you and I both know that Zhirou will not compromise, and sooner or later the Divine Master will attack our clan..."

Bai Qian sighed softly, looking particularly lonely.

She hoped that the Yaozu would uproot the Holy Cult, so that Qingqiu would not have to be oppressed by the God Lord.

However, Baizhixi is now mixed up with the holy son of the Holy Church, and there are even rumors in northern Xinjiang that the reason for the holy son's killing of thousands of demons was to save Baizhixi.

From this point of view, the Holy Son treats Bai Zhixi very well.

When in a dilemma, a decision must be made.

Especially now, Qingqiu's survival is only on the front line.

"Just wait and see what happens, now my fate, Qingqiu, is in the sky, not in you and me."

In the end, Bai Qian sighed, turned around and walked towards the depths of Qingqiu.

She was going to meet Bai Zhirou and ask her what secret she was hiding from the entire Holy State.

"Ancestor!!"

The nine-tailed fox clenched her hands tightly, and tears were already in her beautiful eyes.

Could it be that Qingqiu was really going to be destroyed in his own hands?

On the top of Jiuyou Mountain, Ling Xiao slowly sat up straight, looked up at the beautiful figure in the golden robe walking slowly from behind Wan Yao, with a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Originally, he thought that this monster ancestor who was invincible at the beginning was probably a man.

Unexpectedly, she was such a coquettish woman.

Seven thousand qi luck, the sixth rank of the god emperor, the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.

As expected of the invincible style, this kind of template start, except for the final boss, can basically be done in seconds.

However, what really interested Ling Xiao was not the woman's talent, but the woman's bones.

True Dragon Sacred Bone?

No wonder even the Qinglong Emperor and the imposing ninth-rank demon emperor bowed their heads to this woman. The real dragon bone and the dragon power on it alone may not be able to resist by a green dragon.

However, there was indeed a dragon's power lingering around this woman, even more terrifying than Huahua.

It's just that her blood fluctuates, but she is not a dragon.

"Is it fused with a keel?"

Ling Xiao looked calm and his eyes were clear.

According to what Zi Yan said, in the history of the Holy State, only one real dragon was born, and that was the origin of the Dragon Soul of the Holy State.

Now that the dragon has died, it is reasonable to have bones scattered on the land of Shengzhou.

"Are you the holy son of the holy religion?"

Long Xuan's golden robe fluttered in the wind, and her fiery red long hair rose like a flame, revealing crystal strands.

She stood on the top of the sky, like a god overlooking the common people, her eyes were full of indifference.

"Tell me, how do you want to die? To die obediently, or to struggle."

"Who are you?"

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, he was so arrogant that he didn't even pay attention to the Son of the Holy Cult.