We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

"Hey, if you want to kill him, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult. Do you really need me to do it?"

Ling Xiao sighed, the strong man took the house, no matter how badly he was injured, he would have already recovered.

And relying on the means before his death, looking at his peers, it is estimated that it is also an existence that crushes the realm.

The reason why Xia Chen didn't kill Xiao Tu was because the true legend of the Demon Sect rarely went down the mountain to practice, and most of the time he practiced in the sect.

Second, it is estimated that there is enough self-confidence.

After all, the purpose of reliving the first life cannot be the current grievance, but the Qingyang God Emperor and Chiluo Saintess.

On the basis of Xiao Tu himself, it is difficult to be his opponent.

But fortunately, it is only the strong who seize the house, not the rebirth of the immortal king.

If it is the latter, even Ling Xiao has to face it cautiously.

A person who can go through reincarnation, reverse time, and be reborn in one life, must be a peerless person with great luck and perfect Taoism.

Their bodies after rebirth are still their own, in other words, their luck and luck have not changed.

Most importantly, it has the power to predict the future.

Even if they face Ling Xiao, I am afraid they will not fall into the slightest disadvantage.

After all, Ling Xiao only guessed the development of the plot based on experience, and could see who was the man of destiny.

As for the reborn Immortal King, he has already experienced how he fell. How can he escape from their eyes when he evolves in this world.

But even so, Xia Chen, the son of Yuanyue, would still be the toughest opponent Ling Xiao had ever met.

Not to mention how he cultivated.

How can the mind of a god emperor be compared to these seventeen or eighteen-year-old sons of destiny?

"You don't have to bother the young master. Even if I am smashed to pieces, I will personally avenge it. If I die on the battlefield... I also ask the young master to hate me."

Xiao Tu took a deep breath and turned to bow to Ling Xiao.

"You won't die."

Ling Xiao shook his head, and there seemed to be a magic light flickering in his eyes.

He likes Xiao Tu's temperament.

Once such a person avenges this great revenge, he will definitely use it for him.

Whether it is Wan Dao Demon Sect or Ling Clan, it is not Ling Xiao's real reliance.

What he needs is a group of strong people who are completely loyal to him.

Then, give them some spiritual treasures of good fortune, and let them develop their own power, fully blossom, and tie nets in many places.

At that time, heaven and earth will not be within reach!

"Small... young master!"

Xiao Tu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart was slightly shocked.

With the temperament of this young man, he said that he would not die, and 90% of the time he would not die.

And 10%, mostly by himself.

This sentence undoubtedly gave him a lot of confidence.

"Okay, there's still more than half a month left, let's go, let's settle the matter here first, how is your cultivation of the divine soul technique I gave you?"

"Jianluoyin has already cultivated to the third level, but that soul sword... is a bit weird, and I can't condense it for the time being."

Xiao Tu's face darkened, obviously feeling that he had failed Ling Xiao's expectations.

"It doesn't matter, that soul sword is not complete. When I find other styles for you, you can practice."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly and turned to look into the distance.

I saw the outline of an ancient city gradually emerging under the white cloud and the dog.

At this time, above the city wall, there were Xianmen disciples in white robes standing.

The head of the one, handsome and tall, with a majestic face, a pair of sword eyes, immortal light, is the son of Yunshu, Jin Yang.

Beneath the city wall, a group of Qin disciples dressed in various long gowns were courteous and greeted each other loudly.

Among them, Qin Wei, who was wearing a golden robe, was standing behind the others, and his body was bright and dazzling, which faintly reflected the scorching sun above his head.

It's just that the true geniuses of these two great traditions seem to have a fierce atmosphere, but no one takes the lead.

All the confrontation, all focused on the mouth.

Come to think of it, even though the two major systems seem to be on the same page today.

But the scope of the war is only on the vassal forces.

Once a war breaks out among the people of their true lineage today, it is bound to involve the foundation of Taoism.

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At that time, there is really no room for recovery.

Jin Yang is not stupid, and Qin Wei is naturally not stunned.

No matter how many vassals die, what does it have to do with them.

But once they make a move, it is an endless situation.

"Is this Holy Son Yun Millet so old?"

Ling Xiao frowned and looked at the two sides who were scolding fiercely, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Well, Jin Yang is known as the strongest son of Yunshu, and Dao is close to him. Now he is thirty-eight years old."

Xiao Tu glanced at Ling Xiao with a puzzled face, thirty-eight years old, how old?

This immortal journey is vast, the age of cultivators is hundreds of years old, and thirty men...isn't it the time for a flower?

Skilled in means, stable in position, thin and wealthy, and fighting strength, he is also reaching its peak.

Why does the young master look so rare and strange at this moment?

"Well, no wonder he was able to kill the last young master of my Demon Sect. Dao is prosperous. Among his peers, he is relatively strong."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly.

Two thousand luck, the way of the wind, the middle stage of breaking the delusion.

compared to

Now, Qin Wei, the descendant of the Qin family, is relatively mediocre.

He has no luck, and he has not comprehended the rules of the Tao. Although his realm is in the middle of the delusional stage, it is obvious that he will definitely die if the two sides fight today.

An ancient genius like him was born to be trampled on.

But that Jin Yang is a bit tempting.

Now that Ling Xiao has an amulet of luck and plundering, Jin Yang is a good choice.

As for the Holy Son of Yuanyue to face next, after all, he wants to enter the secret realm of Tianyuan, and Ling Xiao has time to accompany him to toss.

"Start your hands later, you will help Yunshu's disciple to kill the Qin people, do you see that Leng Shao? Don't really kill, in the end you are like this..."

Ling Xiao leaned over and whispered a few words in Xiao Tu's ear, then took out a human skin mask and a golden charm from his arms.

Anyway, Qin Leng has luck on his body, Ling Xiao is ready to... follow the way of heaven and give him the supreme good fortune!

"When the time comes, you can just retreat first, and leave the rest to me."

Ling Xiao gave a gloomy smile, the arrogance here is the foundation of the two avenues, and each is tyrannical.

But the cultivation base is in the middle of the delusional stage, and there are only three or two people.

At that time, Jin Yang will definitely face Qin Wei, and Xiao Tu's shot is not very dangerous.

"Yes!"

Hearing Ling Xiao's words, Xiao Tu's eyes suddenly flashed a flash of light.

The son does things, as expected...not according to common sense.

"Come on up!!"

"Come up if you have the ability!"

"Come down!"

"There is a kind of you cloud millet lackeys come down and fight me to the death!"

"Gan, if you don't have the guts to shout, if you dare to come up, I guarantee that your father won't know you."

"Bragging, if you come down, I can kill you with one move!"

A group of Yunshu and Qin disciples scolded and scolded furiously.

I don't know, I thought their relationship was endless.

Can…

The city wall is only a few feet high in total, not to mention this group of clan monsters, even an imaginary person can go up with a slight leap.

At this time, this city wall, like a moat, blocked the footsteps of this group of devious demons and bloody battles.

"Hehe, it seems that I have to help them."

Ling Xiao grinned, and his eyes signaled Xiao Tu to be safe, but his figure suddenly disappeared.