We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

"Senior Sister Fu, you all go to the place where Chongbao is alive and wait for me."

Ling Xiao pondered for a while, and wanted to swept away towards the distant mountain.

"Young master stay."

But at this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the street.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly and turned to look.

But seeing the old fortune-teller whom he had seen in Hantian City before, he was looking at him with a smile that was not a smile.

"Um?"

For a moment, Ling Xiao felt a trace of unease in his heart.

That day, he asked this old Taoist for fortune-telling, but he wanted to take the opportunity to teach Ling Tian a lesson, so that he had the illusion that he didn't really want to kill him.

Unexpectedly, today he met this man in Sunset City again.

coincide?

Or is this old man secretly stalking him?

But an ant whose aura is only in the Xuanqing realm, how can he have the courage to follow him?

Moreover, with Ling Xiao's soul perception, how could he not feel that he was being followed?

Coincidence right?

Or did he really see his secret?

According to this rumor, Heaven knows that the sacrificial priests cannot kill them.

Otherwise, you will be punished.

Ling Xiao didn't believe this. After all, these remarks might be these gods' sacrifices.

He even kills those who are destined to die, so is he still afraid of divine condemnation?

If this old man is really mean, next year today will be his death day.

"you again?"

Ling Xiao raised his foot and walked towards the old way.

"Hehe, son, what a coincidence, I met again."

The old man nodded and smiled, and there seemed to be a hint of hesitation in his old eyes.

"What did you call me?"

Ling Xiao stood in front of Lao Dao, and the corner of his mouth gradually raised a hint of playfulness.

That day in Hantian City, this old man did not show due respect for him, the descendant of the Ling Clan.

Could it be that this old man has some background?

Or is it that his cultivation is far superior to that of the God King, and the breath on his body is just deliberately pretending?

But no matter what it was, Ling Xiao felt an inexplicable pressure.

In general, such inexplicable characters are not simple.

Especially fortune-tellers, don't mess with them.

"Pindao sees that there is some black color on the Young Master Yintang, I am afraid that this trip...there will be disasters."

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The old man smiled bitterly, his expression not as if he was fake.

"Oh? Is there a way to break it?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, will there be disaster?

Isn't that what?

Plotting the creation of the Son of Destiny is a disaster in itself.

Throughout the ages, how can there be a villain who can survive to the end, and a villain with a powerful identity and background, hasn't it still become a stepping stone for the Son of Destiny?

But is Ling Xiao afraid?

Of course I'm afraid, otherwise why would you plunder the fate of the Sons of Destiny little by little, and then obliterate them?

"It's not that there is no way to crack... but..."

The old man twisted his fingers, and a greed flashed in the old eyes.

"Hehe, it seems that the Taoist priest forgot, I don't believe in fate."

Ling Xiao sneered, and suddenly there was a demonic energy rising from his body, and the face of the horrified old man changed greatly, and he sat down on the ground.

Um? Is this old man really just greedy for money?

"Young Master...Young Master, spare your life!"

"If you let me meet you again..."

Ling Xiao grinned, and his figure disappeared instantly.

The first encounter is a coincidence, the second encounter is fate, if there is a third time, there must be a problem with this old way.

However, Ling Xiao didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of the powerhouse in him, and the old-fashioned reaction just now was real enough.

The most important thing is that Lin Xi's breath is gradually disappearing.

It is really not too difficult for Ling Xiao to pinch someone from Xuanqing to death.

But if he missed Lin Xi's good fortune because of this, it would be a bit of a loss.

Linghuo appeared in this world, but this Lin Xi went to another place.

There are tricks, there are tricks on the wall!

But it wasn't until Ling Xiao's figure was far away that the old figure climbed up from the ground, and there was no trace of anxiety on his old face.

"The way of thunder... the way of swordsman... I just don't know if you can successfully grow to the realm of the god emperor, no, the god king is fine."

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At the same time, in the depths of Sunset Mountain.

Lin Xi had already removed his camouflage, revealed his true face, and stood cautiously at the top of an ancient tree.

Today, he is completely famous in Sunset City, competing with Ling Xiao for treasure, carrying a huge wealth, and even has a soul skill.

If he were to show people his previous appearance again, he would be in someone else's hands before the spiritual fire could be obtained.

Damn Ling Xiao!

You wait for me, wait until I fuse Undying Heart Flame and comprehend the rules of fire, and see how I crush you to death.

Hmph, what if the Soul Sword falls into your hands?

When you die, isn't the creation on your body still mine?

Of course, there are women too!

Although Nian Qingyun's performance is a bit strange today, what can Lin Xi do... I can only forgive her.

After all, in the entire Eastern Frontier of the Holy State, only this well-known Taoist goddess can be worthy of her!

"Ling Lao, are you sure that the Spirit Fruit is in the mountain stream below?"

Lin Xi frowned.

The big demon of the peak of the gods, he has no resistance at all.

If it weren't for the good fortune that Ling Lao Xu gave him was too attractive, he would not take this risk at all.

"Don't worry, Xi'er, I can feel that the spiritual fruit is about to ripen."

Ling Lao's voice was a little excited.

Nonsense, can you not be excited?

Ever since he followed Lin Xi, he has eaten poison in addition to suffering, and he has given the disciple in front of him any spirit herb elixir.

But this Dao is a different spiritual fruit, and this thing has infinite wonderful benefits to his soul.

As long as he can fuse it, he can manifest his soul and leave this broken ring.

Although he is not in the flesh now, the spirit of the noble realm is not something that a god king and a general can compete with.

Especially if Lin Xi wants to go to the secret realm of Tianyuan and find the Taigu Emperor Yan, he will definitely not be able to do it by himself.

What Ling Lao has to do is to escort this disciple.

"Okay, Elder Ling, we'll follow the plan later. You go to the Iron Puppet for a while, distract the Fire Wolf, and I'll take the opportunity to grab the Spirit Fruit."

Lin Xi had discussed it in detail with Elder Ling before.

With his realm, I am afraid that once he shows up, he will be crushed into slag by the fire wolf.

Although Old Ling's strength is not there, his coercion is still there.

Putting the ring on the iron puppet, Ling Lao released his breath, attracting Fire Wolf to be alert.

As long as he leaves the mountain stream a little, Lin Xi can take the opportunity to take away the spiritual fruit.

Moreover, with the vigilance of the Fire Wolf, he would definitely not chase too far, so Ling Lao would not be in too much danger.

As long as he took the spiritual fruit, Lin Xi would immediately run towards the place where the spiritual fire appeared.

At that time... there are so many people, no matter how angry the fire wolf is, I am afraid that it will not dare to kill everyone, right?

Besides, a god-like demon, to be honest, his identity is not as honorable as those of the ancient sects.

Once he dares to take action against everyone, I am afraid that there will be no place for him in Shengzhou soon.

This dumb, he can't swallow, he has to swallow.

Of course, if the opportunity is right, maybe Lin Xi can put the blame on Ling Xiao.

At that time, hey hey hey.

Even if the Ling Clan has a terrifying background, this Fire Wolf can endure in this barren mountain for several years, and the obsession in his heart must be extremely strong.

Being remembered by a god-like demon, the life of the descendants of the Ling clan would not be easy.

"Oh, I see."

It's just that Lin Xi never dreamed that above his head, a figure dressed in white was hiding among the ancient trees. He nodded earnestly, showing a thoughtful look.