Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

Today's Ling Xiao, even if he meets a real strong man in the holy realm, he may be able to directly crush him with his body.

The 10-year Dao Yun has now forged Ling Xiao's body to perfection, and various rules of heaven have evolved on their own, which can be called mysterious.

"Welcome to the master to leave the customs!!"

However, just as his figure stepped out of the ancient palace, a graceful figure in purple clothes suddenly appeared in the void and stood in front of him.

At this time, Midie had an undisguised admiration on her pretty face, and Ling Xiao felt a chill in his heart when he saw the affection flowing in those purple eyes.

10,000+ years of coveting, this... If he succeeds, wouldn't it be an endless battle?

"You are not teaching disciples in the ancestral land, what are you doing here?"

The corners of Ling Xiao's brows lightly raised, with an indifferent smile on his face.

He didn't have the slightest affection for the demon king of the demon hall, but it was obvious that this woman's thoughts towards the demon were not pure.

"Today is the day the lord was born. There are strong men coming from various forces in Qingcang. I am the ninth patriarch of the Ling clan. Of course I have to stand behind the lord and call those Yingying Yanyan...cough cough, call those who have ulterior motives Those who know the background of my Ling clan."

Midie smiled sweetly, but Ling Xiao shook his head, and with a thought, his figure suddenly disappeared in place, and after such a moment, he reappeared in front of Midie.

"Ok?"

Midie's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and a look of shock suddenly appeared in her eyes.

With her strength, Fangcai never noticed how Ling Xiao concealed his breath and disappeared.

As expected of the Lord! !

Even today's youthful appearance is incomparable in heaven and earth, with majestic might.

"Let's go."

Ling Xiao said indifferently, and walked towards the sky.

At this moment, he could feel that there were countless powerful and ancient auras standing in the direction of the Ling clan temple.

Obviously, the whole world of Qingcang is very curious about him, the young master of the Ling clan.

I just don't know how many... leeks gathered before this hall today?

Until Midie and "Ling Xiao" walked away, before the ancient temple, another figure suddenly appeared.

Ling Xiao looked at the distant sky, with a gentle smile on his mouth, and immediately saw his palm protruding, tearing open the void, and sprinting towards the outside of God's Battlefield.

"Buzz."

In front of the temple of the Ling clan, the spirit is majestic and the sky is at its peak.

There is endless divine brilliance gathering above the heads of the crowd, and the aura of the avenue stretches for thousands of miles.

Dozens of Earth Sovereigns and Sacred Realm powerhouses descended, such grand sights were extremely rare in the past tens of thousands of years.

But these people all came for a young man.

The Taikoo Ling Clan is extremely mysterious.

The world only knows that in this clan, the nine elders of the direct lineage have all become holy, and the patriarch Ling Cangming is even known as the No. 1 under the Heavenly Supreme.

But now, looking at the countless strong men of the Ling clan standing densely around the square, whether it is Xue Xiyan, the young master of the Lord's Hall, or Hong Guji, the master of the puppet academy of Daotian Academy, all eyes are on the ground. Revealing a dignified color.

What is the background?

Monsters emerge one after another, and the strong will not die.

After tens of thousands of years of accumulation, this force will only become more terrifying.

But right now, in this world of Qingcang, many saintly powerhouses who are enough to establish sects and are called foundations are standing around the hall like guards, and they are not qualified to step into the altar in front of the hall.

"Om."

Between the heaven and the earth, suddenly there is a Dao rhyme surging, and the fairy sound resounds.

All of a sudden, there was a surge of heavenly power over the thousands of miles of blue sky, which instantly changed the expressions of countless powerful people in front of the temple.

"Om."

Countless spiritual brilliance rose up and down, and the void suddenly bloomed with various colors of light.

When everyone raised their heads in horror and looked at the top of the sky, they saw a figure in white clothes descending from the sky, magnificent and powerful.

"Greetings to Yuanxing Patriarch!"

Ling Cangming and all the elders of the Ling clan immediately bowed down, and there were bursts of voices of kneeling and bowing all around the temple.

"Ling Yuan Xing!"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes froze, but their hearts were stunned.

Ling Yuanxing, the patriarch of the Ling Clan, is the only one of the Ling Clan who is known to the world as the Supreme Being.

Although with the strength of the people in front of the hall, it is impossible to spy on his cultivation realm.

But just that power alone is enough to shock the world.

"Well, everyone is welcome to come to our Ling clan and witness the birth of our young master of the Ling clan."

Ling Yuanxing's expression was indifferent, and he was a different person from Ling Xiao.

Wherever the light of his eyes came, there were Taos of fairy charm gushing out, which made people dare not look directly at him.

"Xing Lao, can you feel the strength of this ancestor of the Ling clan?"

In front of the crowd, Xue Xiyan frowned slightly, but was shocked in her heart.

According to rumors, this patriarch of the Ling clan is the youngest of the Ling clan.

In other words, his cultivation might also be the weakest one.

"Fifth Grade Heavenly Sovereign."

Lu Xinghe's tone was indifferent, and there were not many waves on his face.

"Fifth grade?"

Xue Xiyan nodded slightly, and just about to open her mouth, she saw a pair of wings spread out above the sky.

In an instant, the sky is dark and the light is gone.

There was an incomparably domineering supremacy falling from the sky, shocking people's hearts.

"Young Master! Be careful!"

Lu Xinghe's eyes narrowed slightly, his sword intent shot up into the sky, and he stepped out, blocking Xue Xiyan behind him.

After all, in this world, the only forces that really make the Lord's Hall fearful are the Ling clan.

What's more, the birth of the Heavenly Demon, according to Shao Jun's speculation, may be inextricably linked with the Ling Clan.

In this way, if the Ling clan wants to control the Qing Cang Realm, they must attack the Realm Master Hall.

Now that the world lord is missing, the Ling clan has nothing to worry about. Lu Xinghe didn't want Xue Xiyan to take the risk to come to the ancestral land of the Ling clan, precisely because...he was worried that the Ling clan would take action against the young monarch who controlled the lifeline of the world master's hall.

Right now, this spiritual power is enough to threaten Lu Xinghe's life.

Obviously, another ancestor of the Ling clan...is here!

"Buzz!"

In the endless darkness, there was a sudden hum.

Then! !

Just as the chills rose in everyone's hearts and the aura around them was shining brightly, a black-clothed figure suddenly emerged slowly above the ten thousand miles of void.

However, there was no ray of spiritual power emanating from his body, and when he stepped forward, there were blossoming green lotuses blooming in the sky.

And above that beautiful face, there was even a trace of gentleness, which caused the fear in people's hearts to suddenly dissipate.

Flawless, pure and natural.

It seems to be a peerless fairy flower, and it is like the boundless deep space.

The world is silent, there are auspicious clouds to disperse the dark scenes, and the celestial splendor shines through the ages.

And the elders and members of the Ling clan all bowed down at this moment, waking up the strong men of the ancient clan of the immortal clan who had already been sluggish in place from the shock.

"Welcome Young Master!"

Chapter 943, Each has his own thoughts

"Young Master of the Ling Clan!!"

In front of the temple, the eyes of countless people trembled slightly, and they looked at the boy in black who came from the sky in horror.

I saw that at this time, there was a shining light outside Ling Xiao's body that lit up from time to time, and the fairy trail followed the sky.

Endless visions emerge alternately from its body, and there is a faint charm that fits with the way of heaven.

There is no difference between the world and the earth.

Especially that gentle and beautiful face made the eyes of many proud girls of the ancient clan turbulent, their lips parted slightly, and they felt the urge to shed... tears.

Even Xue Xiyan, Wenren Zhige and other real monsters in the Qingcang Realm have a strange look in their eyes at this moment.

I'm afraid he doesn't have the identity of the young master of the Ling clan, but with his immortal demeanor and dao charm, this young man in black must be a hero.

Inexplicably, some people began to focus on Xue Xiyan. Ling Xiao had never been seen before, but this young master of the Lord Hall could be regarded as the most handsome person among Qingcang's younger generation.

But now, with the birth of the young master of the Ling clan, the two are evenly matched in appearance and status.

In this troubled world, after all, there are two protagonists.

Even, some power lords are already secretly speculating on what choice they should make between the Ling clan and the Lord's Palace.

"This Young Master Ling Xiao is too... too handsome, right?"

"Well, as soon as I see the young master, the little girl has a kind of desire...to ride horses with him."

"Om."

Just as everyone was silently groaning, another figure in a purple robe emerged from the void behind Ling Xiao.

The face is picturesque, and the temperament is absolutely cold.

Especially the pair of purple different pupils looked down on the people in front of the hall with an aura of disdain for the world.

"Greetings to Patriarch Midie!"

This time, even Ling Yuanxing bowed down under the shocking eyes of everyone.

"Another ancestor of the Ling clan!!"

Even though everyone still couldn't see through the cultivation of this ancestor of the Ling clan at this time, but inexplicably, looking at the respectful Ling Yuanxing, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

"Old Xing... What realm is this person in?"

Xue Xiyan frowned slightly, and finally saw seriousness in her eyes.

"I can't see through."

Lu Xinghe shook his head slightly, but the expression of the young man in front of him was slightly suffocated.

The realm that even Xing Lao can't see through, doesn't it mean that the cultivation of this purple-robed woman is more terrifying than him, the master of the Starfall Hall?

Xue Xiyan's eyes were clear, and she raised her head to look at the two figures descending from the sky.

At this time, there was not much surprise on his face, the Ling clan had never heard of a young master being born in 10 years.

Now that there is a lot of fanfare, it is absolutely impossible for people to push it to be a waste.

only! !

What puzzled Xue Xiyan a little was that there was not even a trace of abnormality in his ancient fairy clock.

Of course, before coming, Xue Xiyan also thought about it, no matter whether the timing of the appearance of the young master of the Ling clan was a coincidence or not, the Ling clan might have already prepared sufficient means to cover up his identity.

However, the ancient immortal clock rang nine times, what does this incident mean?

It shows that the young master of the Ling clan may not have been in the Qingcang world before.

But now, the Ling clan's announcement of the birth of their young master in such a high-profile way, in Xue Xiyan's view, is just another deliberate cover-up.

No matter how gentle and polite the young man in front of him is, in Xue Xiyan's eyes, he is an extremely dangerous person, and it is very likely that he is... the reincarnation of the rumored demon!

And when Xue Xiyan looked at Ling Xiao, the latter's eyes finally fell on the young master of the Lord's Palace.