Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

At that time, if he triggers the chance, Ling Xiao will get it, and killing him again will be just a matter of a luck plundering talisman.

"Lord."

"Call them, there are no dead bodies."

"Yes."

The heavy rain is torrential, and the green peaks are dyed green.

And Su Yan just stared blankly at the indifferent face in front of him, tears fell from his eyes, his lips trembled but he couldn't utter a word.

"I'm late."

Ling Xiao reached out and hugged Su Yan into his arms, and sighed softly against her ear.

"Young master! Why did you come here! Why did you come here! If you could come one day earlier...Father..."

Su Yan wept bitterly, but he was not surprised at this time.

In her opinion, killing the Four Emperors with one knife seems to be a matter of course.

In other words, since Ling Xiao saved her from life and death for the first time, Su Yan had a belief in his heart.

My son is an unrivaled hero.

When I am in a desperate situation, he will descend from the sky and kill all enemies.

"Don't worry, Uncle Su will not die in vain, I will make Shengjiao pay the price."

Ling Xiao patted Su Yan's shoulder lightly, his tone inexplicably solemn.

"Young Master! Yan'er has no home! Yan'er will have no home in the future."

Su Yan hugged Ling Xiao tightly, and now, for her, there was only one relative left in this world, and that was Ling Xiao.

"No, with me, you have a home."

Ling Xiao sighed softly, "Let's go, I have ordered people to suppress all the strong men of the two clans and clans in the main hall of the Su family. You will avenge this blood feud yourself."

"Son..."

Su Yan's eyes suddenly flickered with a hint of gloom, and even the aura around him was as cold as ice.

At this time, her Dao heart is extremely simple, revenge for killing her father, and kindness for the son.

Today, the misty rain falls in the holy land, and two people walk with one person holding an umbrella.

The boundless rain is falling, and the red skirt is blood-stained as Junling.

It wasn't until the two of them reached the main hall of the Su family that the grief on Su Yan's face completely dissipated, and turned into a strong resentment.

In the four directions of the great hall, there were several figures standing quietly, their whole bodies vibrated with spiritual power, imprisoning the heaven and the earth.

"Everyone... We are vassals of the Holy Church. Are you not afraid of being known by the Holy Church if you behave like this?"

In the main hall, the master of the ancient sect looked shocked and shouted in a deep voice.

However, Ziyan, Xiong Huan, Taoist Taixuan and others did not respond to this, they just stood in the air and blocked all the escape routes of the people.

The three major ranks and the ninth rank, with such combat power, are enough to destroy any ancient clan of the Xianzong in the Holy State.

even! !

Even now, there are dozens of god emperors from the two sects and clans, but in front of the three emperors, they have not dared to have the slightest disobedience.

"Look! Someone is coming! Help! Help!!"

In the distance of the rain curtain, two figures suddenly came slowly, holding an umbrella together, accompanied by the celestial glow, like immortals from other worlds.

only! !

Just when the eyes of the god emperors shone with joy and they shouted loudly, their expressions suddenly froze.

At this time, they saw that one of the women in red seemed familiar.

"Yes... Su Yan, the eldest lady of the Su family!!"

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and their pupils trembled.

Especially the tall and straight young man in black clothes and hair beside her, it made people feel a little chill inexplicably.

Dao rhyme is ups and downs, but also inexplicably reveals endless magic.

Especially the young man's handsome and untamed face, which is a bit domineering.

At this time, Ling Xiao seemed to have a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, but this smile fell into the eyes of the emperors, but for no reason it made them feel cold all over their bodies.

"See the Lord."

Right now! !

The three god emperors who had stepped on the heaven and the earth suddenly bowed down neatly and shouted in a deep voice.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the four god emperors suddenly froze, their eyes widened, and it was difficult to make a sound.

Among them, several weak-minded people staggered and fell to the ground in a panic.

Lord?

Three ninth-rank god emperors, actually called a young master?

And judging by the behavior of him and Su Yan, it seems...extremely intimate?

"Go, Yan'er, kill with this knife."

Ling Xiao stopped, stood in front of the main hall, reached out and handed the Samsara Magic Blade to Su Yan, then looked up at Zi Yan and the three of them.

In the next instant, there was a brilliant spiritual light outside the three of them at the same time, and three indescribably terrifying trends fell from the sky, instantly crushing the figures of dozens of god emperors to the ground, immobilizing them.

Now among the four god emperors of the Su family, the most powerful ones are no more than the seventh rank of god emperors, and there are only two of them.

And no matter whether it is Taixuan Daoist or Xiong Huan, their cultivation bases have already surpassed the god emperors, and their general strength is not comparable to that of ordinary ninth-rank god emperors.

Even Ziyan is of Thunder Dragon bloodline, with a ferocious aura that makes people shudder.

The three of them teamed up, and their power alone was enough to easily suppress and kill the God Emperor!

Su Yan took the magic blade silently and walked towards the hall.

From the beginning to the end, she never doubted Ling Xiao at all, or in her realm, she couldn't break Ling Xiao's holy words.

The young master said, if he is late, then he must be late.

Ling Xiao also folded the bamboo umbrella and followed closely behind.

Although his spiritual realm has reached the peak of the Holy State now, it is difficult to step into it.

But these nutrients fill the soul sea, as long as he walks out of this domain, the realm of the soul will inevitably rise rapidly.

"No...don't! God Lord will not let you go!!"

"Help!! I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything! Spare me!"

Immediately, the main hall of the Su family was full of voices and the atmosphere was warm.

It's just that Su Yan didn't say a word, walked into the hall, raised his jade hand lightly, and inserted the reincarnation magic blade into the hearts of the emperors over and over again.

"Push."

In just a short moment, the bodies of the god emperors shriveled up quickly, as if they were swallowed by monsters.

Even the divine soul was refined into nothing the moment Ling Xiao's eyes fell.

Purgatory on earth is nothing more than that.

"Ah!! Demon!! Demon!!"

The heavy rain poured down, and there were two or three dead souls in the world.

Ling Xiao was dressed in black, looking up at the sky with his hands behind his back, his eyes were deep and persistent.

Dare I ask the gods and Buddhas, am I at fault for saving the world and slaughtering people?

Chapter 891, He is an old friend

"Father, your daughter has avenged you!!"

The main hall of the Su family was full of dead bones, but there was no trace of blood.

I saw Su Yan kneeling on the ground, his eyes were scarlet, but it was difficult for him to shed a single tear.

At this time, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, her breath was sluggish, and she looked quite tired.

Ling Xiao walked up to her side, and sighed softly, "Yan'er, if you are tired, go back to the realm to rest, Holy Cult, I will help you destroy it."

"No! I want to watch the Holy Cult fall with my own eyes!!"

Su Yan gritted his silver teeth, turned his head to look at Ling Xiao, and returned the Samsara Magic Blade with both hands.

"Great lord, the words will never be forgotten!"

"Why both of us?"

Ling Xiao shook his head, and stretched out his hand to pull Su Yan up from the ground, "In the end, these people are just greedy, trying to seize the wealth of the Su family! It's a pity that Uncle Su was smart all his life, and he was confused for a while. Don't worry, Yan'er, wait for me to destroy you!" The holy religion will definitely restore the Su family's past glory."

"Do not."

Su Yan shook his head slightly, his eyes were sad, "Young master, Yan'er only wants to be with you for the rest of his life, the Su family...there is no Su family anymore."

After going through this catastrophe, Su Yan has long since seen through the absurdity of this world, the so-called status and wealth are but passing clouds.

Only true love cannot be let down.

"Yan'er..."

"Young master! My Su family has countless treasures. Now that the Su family has been overthrown, let the young master take charge of these things."

"This... Yaner, I am not..."

"Young master! Between you and me, why do you need to explain?"

Su Yan nestled in Ling Xiao's arms, his tone gradually softened, "My lord, Yan'er is so tired."

"Okay, Xiao Poor, lead the people to find all the spiritual treasures of the Su family, and we must not take advantage of these hypocrites in Zhongjiang!"

Ling Xiao sighed lightly, his expression seemed determined.

And Xiao Po straightened his back immediately, patted his chest, "Don't worry, my lord! I guarantee that after today, there will be nothing in the Su family that can sell spirit stones!"

Hearing this, Ling Xiao just nodded, and walked out of the hall with Su Yan in his arms.

At this time, the shower had just stopped, and the world was clear.

There is the fragrance of the soil covering the blood, and the rays of the sun pierce the remnant clouds and pour down, reflecting a golden stalwart of a high mountain in the distance.

This mountain is the center of the five borders of the Holy State, and it is also the seat of the Holy Pope's sect. It is revered as the sacred mountain by the world.

"Young Master...Actually...I'm very happy that you can help me kill these people from the ancient sect, Yan'er, let's...leave Zhongjiang."

Although at this time, Su Yan couldn't figure out why Ling Xiao was so blatantly slaughtering the strong in Central Xinjiang, the Holy Church didn't respond at all.

However, as long as the Divine Lord does not die, this world will still be governed by the Holy Cult.

Today's Ling Xiao seems to have reached a height that is beyond her reach.

Even those three strong men with leisurely and terrifying auras were willing to recognize him as the master, but... when he thought of the power of the god Lord Tianwei, Su Yan felt powerless for a while.

You must have experienced many dangers during this period of time.

On this fairy road, there is no good fortune that comes for nothing.

Inexplicably, Su Yan felt a little heartbroken again, holding Ling Xiao's arm tightly with his jade hand.

Suddenly, I don't want anything anymore, I just want to walk across the mountains and seas with him, watch the sunset and the stars.

"The Holy Cult deceives people too much. If I don't kill the God Lord, what is the use of this body cultivation?"

Ling Xiao shook his head indifferently, his eyes determined.

And when these words fell into Su Yan's ears, it was a kind of chivalrous and tender heart, which was unswerving.

"Son!!"

"Yan'er, you don't need to say anything, I've made up my mind."

Ling Xiao didn't give Su Yan another chance to open his mouth, and raised his foot towards the direction of the sacred mountain.