We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

In today's battle, Lin Xi was defeated.

But the cards on his body didn't show much.

In particular, there are not many people in the entire Holy State who can truly compete with him.

After all, compared to the spirit fire of heaven and earth, this soul technique has long since disappeared in the long river of history.

If it weren't for the old legend, he wouldn't be able to touch it at all.

And the technique of the soul sword, according to Ling Lao, was passed down by an ancient god and soul.

He called himself the Heavenly Soul Holy Venerable, and he was superbly equipped with a divine soul technique.

By chance, Lin Xi got a seemingly ordinary black stone.

Unexpectedly, there is actually a hidden legacy of Soul Venerable inside.

In the past few years, he has found three successively, and the third form of the Soul Sword is also his biggest trump card besides burning the scriptures.

"Let's go, let's go to Sunset City to watch for two days, and the day after tomorrow, the spiritual fruit is about to mature."

Ling Lao smiled with relief, he was still very satisfied with this disciple.

At the very least, compared to the arrogance of the ordinary ancient clan, Lin Xi's mentality and character are all excellent.

Although the talent is somewhat ordinary, the more it is like this, the less likely it will attract the attention of those powerful people.

In today's troubled times, when the limelight is too high, it is easy to be hated by others.

Is it bad?

Let them go first, pick up the equipment secretly, and save the medicine bottle.

When the dead are almost there, they will be born again, crushing a generation.

"Ling Lao... Why don't you fuse the undead heart flame first, so that you can be more confident?"

Of course, what Lin Xi cares about is not more certainty.

He was just worried that if he stole the spirit fruit and attracted the fire wolf to hunt him down, how could he still have time to look for the spirit fire?

Anyway, the spirit fruit is not my own, if I can't get it, it's none of my business.

"No, the birth of the spirit fire will inevitably lead to different forms of heaven and earth. At that time, the Sunset Sacred Mountain will definitely come to countless strong people, and it will be very troublesome to take the spirit fruit. We first took the Tao Ze spirit fruit. No matter how many people come, the spirit fire is still in our hands."

Ling Lao's voice revealed firmness, while Lin Xi's eyes were a little gloomy, but in the end he didn't say anything more.

Okay, now you have the final say.

Ling Clan Holy Land, the central hall.

A group of saint sect powerhouses and ancient people waved their hands one after another and said goodbye to Ling Tianlin and others.

The magnificent pavilion rises into the sky, and the hundred-zhang giant ship crushes the space.

A terrifying and terrifying aura swept across his head.

The Ling Clan, who had been lively all day, finally calmed down completely.

Ling Xiao and Ling Tianlin stood side by side, looking at the countless figures that broke through the air, with a touch of indifference in their eyes.

The Supreme Daoists who were present today were the only ones who really stood on the Ling Clan's side.

Most of the remaining people are afraid that they are all here to explore Ling Xiao's truth.

But fortunately, Ling Xiao was strong enough to shatter the void with one palm and achieve the might of Thor.

In this way, the prestige of the Ling family came to the top again.

"Xiao'er, do you want to send someone..."

"I don't need a father, I have my own plans."

Ling Xiao naturally knew what Ling Tianlin wanted to do.

Although Lin Xi's talent is not as good as his, he is definitely the top of the Holy State.

Moreover, such a son of destiny must have a lot of good fortune.

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As long as he is given time, he will grow up sooner or later.

Kill, be prepared.

Ling Tianlin didn't want Ling Xiao to set up such a great enemy.

"But... Xiao'er, I feel that there is a very strange aura on him, and he can hide his figure in front of me, I'm afraid..."

A coldness flashed across Ling Tianlin's eyes, but Ling Xiao nodded and smiled.

If not, it would be strange.

However, any remnant soul, no matter what realm it is, is just a supplement to him.

"Don't worry, father, I know what to do, but Brother Tian, ​​do you really plan to hand him over to the Holy Master of Ten Thousand Swords?"

"My Ling family doesn't have the power of swordsmanship. I see that Tian'er has always kept his sword in his hands over the past few years. You and I... my mother owes him too much, so... he likes it, that's fine."

Ling Tianlin sighed and looked a little tired.

He never blamed Ling Xiao for this, after all, he was forced to do so at that time.

It's just that Xuanyuanyue's actions are too cruel to be tolerated by Tianli.

"Father, you don't have to blame yourself too much. Maybe, this is a good thing."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly and looked up at Yuankong.

The Yin-Yang Danhai is now like tasteless to him.

Moreover, there is also a nine-layer Danhai left by a saint in his system.

It's just that if he is too diligent now, it will inevitably not attract Ling Tian's suspicion.

It is not so easy to solve this matter completely.

Seven years of forbearance, 100,000 sword draws.

How hateful it is to have such perseverance!

Even Ling Xiao had no doubt that if he followed the normal routine, his final end would definitely not be much better than that of Si Cong.

"Ugh…"

Ling Tianlin didn't speak any more, and behind him, Nian Qingyun had walked slowly.

"Qingyun, are you tired?"

Ling Tianlin smiled gently, but Nian Qingyun shook his head in panic.

Emperor Ling of the Ling Clan, but one of the most terrifying existences in the Eastern Frontier of the Holy State.

There are even rumors that the current master of the Ling clan has already stepped out of the emperor's realm.

Of course, rumors are rumors. After all, in this capacity, no one would dare to provoke lightly.

"No... Emperor Ling, I..."

"It's still called Emperor Ling, it's time to change your tune."

Ling Tianlin shook his head and smiled, and suddenly there was an extra object in his hand, which was actually two jade spoons that shone with clear light.

"This pair of dragon and phoenix jade spoons was given by my mother when you and I... Aunt Xuanyuan got engaged. Although it is not a heavy treasure, it can sense each other's existence. Now I give it to you, I hope you two can have a good life for a hundred years. combine."

Ling Tianlin handed the jade spoon in his hand to Nian Qingyun and Ling Xiao, and was about to turn around to leave, but heard Ling Xiao's tone of disdain, "My father is too stingy, today, on my engagement day, you won't give me a Taoist weapon or something. , actually sent two jade pendants?"

"Thank you Ling...Uncle..."

But at this time, Nian Qingyun suddenly bowed and bowed, and obediently hung the spirit match on his waist.

"Uh, this mother-in-law is very good to support."

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, of course he understood his father's painstaking efforts.

Besides, Ling Xiao really doesn't have much demand for Lingbao or something.

But he did not expect that the goddess of the Taoist palace with a cold temperament would accept such a gift with obvious meaning.

"Okay, it's been a long day, you should go down and rest."

Ling Tianlin nodded, and his figure disappeared instantly.

Ling Xiao, on the other hand, looked up at Nian Qingyun with some playfulness, and the corner of his mouth suddenly raised a hint of mockery, "Miss, go home with my husband?"

What goddess of the Taoist palace, causing trouble for all races?

Ha ha.

Done!

"Master Ling Xiao, please pay attention to your words, we are only engaged, not married yet, you..."

Nian Qingyun's face became cold again, but before she could finish her words, she saw the young man in front of him suddenly take a step forward and took off the white gauze on her face.