Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

"Forget it, if you and I play a game of chess, if I win, you will be my guest minister."

"Oh?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly. He is a guest of the Zhenyuan, and he can enjoy the resources of the Zhenyuan. This old thing has a unique way of attracting people.

"Then what if I win?"

"If you win, I will give you an ancient formation."

Zhong Tu's expression was indifferent, even though Ling Xiao's talent was terrifying and unprecedented, he still didn't believe that a young man could beat him in a game of chess that he had been immersed in for thousands of years.

"I don't want formations. If I win, ask Ning Chuan to follow me down the mountain to punish evil, suppress demons, and bring peace to the world."

Ling Xiao said indifferently, but Zhongtu's face suddenly changed. After a long silence, he nodded slightly, "Okay! It's up to you."

"Buzz!"

After saying that, he waved his big hand to clear the chessboard in front of him, and a serious look appeared on his old face.

Obviously, in his eyes at this time, Ling Xiao has been regarded as a real opponent, regardless of age!

Chapter 1237, God Slayer Boy

"Om!!"

On the top of the mountain, under the ancient pavilion.

Two figures, one old and one young, sat facing each other, twisting a piece each, and stared intently at the chessboard in front of them.

And as the two kept making moves, they saw divine splendor shining on the chessboard, and visions rising.

There are divine swords and desolate halberds that open and close vertically and horizontally, and ancient bells and great Lus bloom with immortal splendor.

Covering the era, covering the blue sky.

The infinite dao rhyme covers up the chess game, turning those black and white pieces into illusions.

The colorful sun shines on the gods, and the whole chessboard seems to be turned into a battlefield.

Axes, axes, knives and forks, swords, halberds and hooks emerge out of thin air, killing and cutting like nothing else.

With Li Zhichu's cultivation base, at this moment, everything in front of him seemed to be illusion and reality, but before he knew it, he felt his heart tremble, his breath was weak, and he didn't dare to look at the chessboard again.

Compared to Li Zhichu, Zhongtu at this time was undoubtedly more shocking.

His realm is already at the peak of the holy realm, and he is famous all over the world for his formation.

Although the way of formation and chess sounds irrelevant, it is all based on the heart, and the slightest thing is the turning point.

On the other hand, Ling Xiao, a young master of the ancient clan who was just born, a man of dignity, even if he is very talented, how could he cultivate his mind to this point? !

Although neither of them had displayed a single trace of spiritual power at this time, the derivation of Taoism was even more troublesome!

Time passed slowly, and at this moment, countless disciples from the academy had already gathered under that mountain.

Even some of the elders in the holy realm had a look of shock and horror on their faces.

In particular, Zhongtu's gradually solemn face and the sweat oozing from his forehead made people feel extremely unreal.

The majestic master of the four courtyards was forced into such embarrassment by a respectable young man?

"boom!!"

Until Xia Rui dissipated above the blue sky, an astonishing momentum descended.

Thousands of ways are wiped out, and the precious light is silent.

The son Zhongtu lifted up did not fall down after a long time.

At this moment, there seemed to be waves in his eyes, and even his arms were trembling slightly.

Inwardly, even more turbulent waves were set off.

If he loses, no matter where he ends up, the general situation is over, and no amount of hesitation is just... a dying struggle.

"Hey…"

In the end, Zhongtu sighed lightly, his aura was suddenly removed, and even the vision of the void was quietly suffocated, collapsing and dissipating.

"The next generation is terrifying, the latter is terrifying."

No matter how unwilling Zhongtu is, he still has to admit at this time that Ling Xiao's psychic strength may have already surpassed the contemporary category.

Of course, if he was just a teenager, this character would be really scary.

However, since he has the holy name of the emperor, he must assume the mission and responsibility of the human race to move forward.

Impeccable.

It's ridiculous, I actually wanted to make a brother with him before, but now it seems that Ling Xiao is at least at the master level just because of his disposition.

"Senior, promise."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, and looked at a black-clothed figure standing on the mountain road in the distance.

The seven ranks of dignity, [-] luck, ten thousand formations, and two killings.

It was a young boy with a pair of weird pupils, dark and deep, without a ray of white.

From a distance, it looks like a pair of ghost pupils, without emotion or waves.

A slightly pale face, delicate and elegant, quiet and indifferent.

Black hair in a bun, slightly messy.

He stood there, whispering softly like the mountain wind, without a sound.

"Chuan'er, come here."

Zhongtu waved his hand and called the boy from the mountain.

If it was said that he had never thought that one day he would give his most proud student to others as a gamble, then at this moment, he was somewhat relieved.

There is no need to repeat Ling Xiao's talent.

Today, he proves his heart with chess, and he is unparalleled in the world.

Although Ning Chuan is a genius in Taoism, he has a withdrawn temperament and evil heart.

Once he falls into the evil way one day, he will most likely become a great demon who will cause harm to the world!

At that time, not only will Zhongtu's reputation be absent, but even Daotian Academy will be completely reduced to a laughing stock.

On the other hand, Ling Xiao is full of righteousness and vigor.

With Chuan'er's temperament, if he is nurtured by his side every day, he may be able to break free from the obsession with killing.

What's more, Ling Xiao's celestial appearance is unparalleled, and I'm afraid that only he can make Ning Chuan truly agree.

"Master."

Ning Chuan's voice, just like his appearance, was clear and soft, without a trace of hostility.

From the outside, it is difficult to connect him with the lunatic that Li Zhichu said.

"This is Young Master Ling Xiao."

Zhongtu sighed, and a ray of vicissitudes suddenly appeared on his face, "You have mastered all of the 72 ancient and unique formations in my formation courtyard, and there is nothing to teach you as a teacher. From now on, you will follow the young master and enter the world. Let's practice."

Anyone who becomes a dragon must have some dragon guards behind him.

Even if the world lord dominates a world, and the world is invincible, but the one who controls Qingcang in the end is still the world lord hall and not him alone.

The seven palace masters are all shocking.

It is because of their followers that the world master has been able to arbitrarily rule Qingcang for 10 years, and no one dares to have the slightest dissent.

Ling Xiao has the appearance of a human emperor, showing the power of an emperor, and Ning Chuan followed him to conquer in troubled times, which may not be a way out.

"Accession to the WTO?"

Ning Chuan frowned slightly, a pair of pure and gloomy black eyes revealed a look for the first time.

"I have made an agreement with the young master. From today onwards, you can leave the formation with him."

Zhongtu said indifferently, turned and walked down the mountain.

He knew that with Ning Chuan's temperament, if he wanted him to submit to one person, there would inevitably be a contest.

Even though he had great trust in this little disciple, even in the bottom of Zhongtu's heart, he was the real No. [-] in the Fourth Academy, but... facing Ling Xiao, he still had no chance of winning.

"Let's go."

But looking at the figure of the old man walking away, Ling Xiao didn't see a trace of expression on his face.

He naturally felt the fighting spirit in Ning Chuan's eyes. A lunatic like him is naturally unwilling to surrender to anyone.

And the best way to get him to surrender is to... fight! !

"Master promised to ask me to follow you, but it doesn't mean that I will agree."

really! !

At this time, Ning Chuan just said indifferently, and had no intention of following Ling Xiao at all.

"Oh? You're wrong, I don't want you to follow."

Ling Xiao turned his head and looked at the slender figure in black with a cold expression, the corner of his mouth suddenly raised a touch of sternness, "What I want is your surrender."

"Don't think about it."

In Ning Chuan's eyes, there was a sudden flow of black and white. I saw him stepping forward, revealing everything about his body.

While the divine brilliance was rushing, the ground of the ancient mountain under his feet actually shattered into thousands of cracks.

Then! !

He stretched out his finger, and where the light of his eyes came, one after another of strange black awns whizzed open, turning into thousands of prosperous flowers, each of which was different, and countless shackles of order meandered open, deriving layers of Taoism.

Suddenly, the void was sealed, and the pattern flickered, instantly imprisoning Ling Xiao's figure.

"You go now, maybe you still have a chance."

Ning Chuan stood among thousands of flowers, his eyes were cold and cruel, and there was a sinister and bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he finally showed the attitude that a lunatic yearning for killing should have.

"Not good!! It's the Ancient God Slaying Formation, Ning Chuan!! Stop it!!"

Outside the ancient pavilion, Li Zhichu's pretty face turned pale, and there was a trace of sincere fear in her eyes.

Chapter 1238 Ninefold Blood Pole

"Buzz!"

Between the heaven and the earth, there was a buzzing sound, and the killing intent turned into clouds, covering the sky.

But as if aware of the movement here, the whole Daotian Academy suddenly fell into dead silence.

The disciples of Wushu Academy walked out of the ancient palace and raised their eyes to look into the distance, their pupils were filled with strong fear.

"It's the aura of the ancient God Slaughter Formation, what is that lunatic... doing?"

The name of Ning Chuan is several times more resounding in this Dao Tian Xue Institute than Dao Wuya.

Killing is ruthless, both good and evil.

If he hadn't been indifferent by nature and didn't like noise, the whole academy would have been turned upside down by him.

But even so, many disciples still worry about this courtyard, and even some elders who have just stepped into the holy realm will not easily set foot there at all.

It is rumored that this Ningchuan different pupil can see Yin and Yang, break the universe, and form an array with one glance.

even! !

Even the 72 ancient and unique formations inherited from the formation courtyard were melted into his pupils, and wherever the light of his eyes came, thousands of formations came out.

and! !

What is even more frightening is that this lunatic actually tried to integrate these 72 formations into one formation, naming it... Killing God!

Such behavior is no different from madness.

After all, not even Zhongtu, the powerful formation that resounds through the blue sky, can't easily merge the two ancient formations into one place.