We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

"Die Ying, you guard him."

Ling Xiao turned his head and glanced at the Chaos Demon Ape sitting cross-legged on the spot, raised his feet and walked towards the depths of Xianzong.

In the recent battles, apart from the 2000 luck value contributed by Jin Yang, although Ling Xiao could not plunder too much luck, the villain value reached 70,000.

Obviously, the happiness gained by killing one person is far less direct than killing a thousand people.

Even now, Ling Xiao still hasn't figured out what Luan's use is.

But the villain value is the key for him to improve his cultivation and exchange for Lingbao.

Now it seems that if you want to grow faster, you have to go to the land of the Western Frontier.

Moreover, in this eastern land, no one knows its appearance, and everyone pays attention to everything he does.

But in the western border, those dynasties fought all day long, even if they had heard of his peerless handsome name, they would not know what he looked like.

There seem to be more opportunities to pretend to be pigs.

Furthermore, once the Yunshu and Qin clans are destroyed, there will be no one in the Eastern Frontier who is the opponent of the Ling clan.

In the final analysis, Dongjiang is still in the pocket of his old Ling family.

As for the Son of Destiny or something, in half a month, the Wanzong Huiwu will naturally come, and some other stingy people don't have to worry about calculating.

The secret realm of Tianyuan is a great opportunity for him to dominate the Eastern Border!

As for the treasure pavilion of Yunshu Xianzong...

Gan!

With such a large plaque, is it for fear that others will not find it?

Ling Xiao stopped and looked at an ancient palace in front of him. Above the gate of the hall, Long Feifengwu wrote three big characters, "Treasure Pavilion", which seemed to flow with Taoism, showing supreme majesty.

Also, who would have thought that this party is supreme, and there is a day when their home will be stolen?

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, and strode in.

According to the plot, this Treasure Pavilion Holy Land will be guarded by a seemingly ordinary old man.

The old man is generally a supreme elder, the master and uncle of the Holy Master, with a quirky personality, and especially admires the useless disciples with good temperament and general aptitude.

But now, how could the Immortal Master Yunshou use the power of his sect to conquer the Qin family, how could he not bring such a trump card.

Therefore, Ling Xiao didn't expend any effort, just kicked open the ancient temple in front of him.

"Buzz!"

The rich spiritual energy rushed in like a sea in an instant, and I saw that in the Treasure Pavilion, there were all kinds of ancient books on Lingbao Pills, which were nine stories high.

"Get rich!"

Rao is due to Ling Xiao's temperament. At this time, he couldn't help shaking his whole body with excitement. This is comparable to the background of the Si family and the Yu family, which is too terrifying.

With these good fortunes, Ling Xiao is confident that even if he builds a dynasty in the western border, it will be an easy task!

There are three thousand beauties in the harem, who proclaimed themselves emperor. Thinking about it, it makes people a little excited.

"Whoosh!"

It's just that Ling Xiao didn't wait for too long to think about it, only to see a black shadow swept out from the crotch of his crotch, and quickly swept toward the pavilion full of medicinal pills.

"Flower!!! You stop for me!!"

Ling Xiao's expression changed, but in the end it was still a step too late.

I saw Huahualong's mouth wide open, and directly swallowed all the Manlou medicine pills into his body.

Gan! !

You bastard, it's just... making people want to take the pot! ! !

"belch!"

When Ling Xiao chased after him, he saw that Hua Hua's belly was as big as a ball, and a look of satisfaction filled the eyes of a pair of dogs.

"Huh? Good smell!"

But before Ling Xiao could get angry, another calm voice came from behind him.

I saw Feng Ling's figure appear out of thin air, standing in front of the stone table where the heaven and earth spirit materials were placed.

"Gollum!"

Ling Xiao wanted to cry but had no tears, and watched Feng Ling put the spiritual materials placed on it in his pocket, and disappeared in front of his eyes in a flash, never looking at him from beginning to end.

you…

Are they all devils?

Why can you so calmly appropriate the creation that Lao Tzu has worked so hard to plan?

Does your conscience really hurt?

Ling Xiao looked up to the sky and cried out sadly, but in the end he didn't dare to hesitate any longer. The ancient ring in his hand lit up with a mysterious light, and he included all the ancient books of spiritual treasures in this treasure pavilion.

Until Ling Xiao walked out of the hall, the Treasure Pavilion behind him, except for the golden plaque on the door of the hall, was as bright as a mirror inside.

"Lord!!"

The figures of Die Ying and Mi Yong fell from the sky, with a look of joy on their faces.

Especially Mi Yong, the breakthrough of realm, for him, is the creation of heaven.

"Let's go, Qin Clan's side, the show should be about to start."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, put the two of them in the ancient pagoda, raised his feet and headed down the mountain.

Gently I left, like... no one knew I had ever been here.

No supremacy?

Son of destiny?

In my Ling Xiao's eyes, they are nothing but stairs to the top.

A single thought can determine his life and death!

…

Qin people, the ancient city of red gold.

Today's Qin Clan Holy Land seems to have lost its former prosperity.

I saw that above the thousands of miles high in the sky, one after another terrifying figure stood with their hands behind their backs, shocking the world.

In front of the Qin family hall, Emperor Qin looked indifferent, and there seemed to be a scorching sun in his eyes.

He raised his head and looked at a white-robed figure in front of the crowd,

In the depths of his eyes, there are all radiance.

In just one day, thousands of miles of territory of the Qin people were killed by the Immortal Sect of Yunshu, and the blood flowed into rivers.

If he hadn't recalled the strong members of the clan earlier, I'm afraid that the Qin clan would have become naked today.

But even so, tens of thousands of monks still died in this disaster.

This is no longer a dispute between the two supreme Dao Lineages, but a disaster for the entire Eastern Border Cultivation Realm.

But... cut off people's inheritance, this hatred is not shared.

Although Yun Shu also did it, it was Qin Wei and Qin Leng who survived in the end.

Unconsciously, the Qin family seems to be the culprit of this disaster.

"Emperor Qin, your Qin clan is arrogant and unruly, and you cut off my cloud millet inheritance. Today, you will use your clan to perish in exchange for my disciples to rest in peace and put out my cloud millet's anger!!"

Cloud Millet Immortal Lord shouted coldly and sternly, pressing down with one hand, the world was instantly gloomy.

The endless aura rolled around and turned into a giant shadow of thousands of feet, including the entire Qin family.

It has to be said that the Immortal Cloud Millet Sect is leading the way in the Eastern Border. The strength of this Immortal Cloud Millet Master is extremely terrifying.

Even Emperor Qin had a hint of surprise in his eyes at this time.

Rank Seven God Emperor!

The strength of this Yunshu Immortal Lord is one rank higher than him, and two ranks higher than that of the other emperor of the Qin family.

If this battle continues, the Qin family will be in danger.

"Immortal Master Yun Millet, disciple Zheng Feng, aren't you afraid of attracting divine punishment by slaughtering living beings like this?"

Emperor Qin shouted angrily, and his body was covered in golden light. Above his head, there was a faint ancient formation that bloomed with divine brilliance, which directly blocked the palm of the Immortal Cloud Millet in the air.

"boom!"

The sky trembled, and countless cultivators in Chijincheng fell to the ground in pain, bleeding from their seven orifices. Under the collision of this offensive, their hearts were broken and they died.

"Disciples fight for the front? Emperor Qin, you don't want to mess around, disciples fight for front? With your Qin family descendant Qin Wei, how can you kill my holy son Yunshu?"

Immortal Master Yunshu sneered, and a dazzling radiance bloomed again on one palm.

"Holy Son Yun Millet, he simply..."

Emperor Qin gritted his teeth hard, just about to explain.

Beside him, Qin Wei took a step forward and shouted in a cold voice, "Yes, the Holy Son of Yunshu was indeed killed by me, I blame him for being arrogant and careless, Immortal Lord Yunshu, don't look down on people, you are arrogant. Killing innocents is cruel and ruthless, if you fight today, my Qin family will accompany you to fight!!"

"war!!"

"war!!!"

"Um?"

Emperor Qin stared blankly at Qin Wei beside him, and the indignant elders of the Qin clan, not knowing what to say for a while.

My son, you...you're not right!

What time is this, are you still in the rhythm?