We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

In the land of Eastern Xinjiang, the situation has risen again.

What happened in the secret realm finally passed through the mouths of people with a heart and spread throughout the entire Eastern Border.

The young master of the ancient sect of Hunyuan gathered a crowd to cause trouble, chased and killed the holy son Lingtian of the Wanjian Holy Land, and the master passed down Ye Xuner thousands of miles away.

The young master of the ancient puppet, Qiu Yi, was ruthless and ruthless, killing the Taixu saint, and when he attacked Su Yan, the descendant of the Yunmeng, he was beheaded in public by Ling Xiao, the descendant of the Ling family.

Xia Chen, the son of Yuanyue, was vicious. He not only strengthened the saintess of Yinfan, but also killed Nian Qingyun, the goddess of the Taoist palace.

In the end, Ling Xiao avenged his wife and beheaded her under the sword.

All kinds of news, conveying a message.

The descendants of the holy sons of the various supreme Taoist traditions in Eastern Xinjiang are mostly hypocritical and sinister villains with human faces and animal hearts.

Only Ling Xiao, the descendant of the Ling family, is an upright man with a righteous mind, and is a model of righteousness! !

Thousands of miles in the sky, a golden chariot of Nine Dragons passed by, heading straight for the Ling Clan.

At the same time, the Misty Dao Palace, Yin Brahma Holy Land, Wanjian Holy Land, Yuanyue Holy Land, and Ancient Puppet Sect suddenly had countless tyrannical breaths walking out of the cave and heading towards all parts of the Eastern Border.

A rain of blood is about to fall.

Wanjian Holy Land, before Sword Road.

Ye Xun'er looked at the handsome young man with white hair in front of him, and there seemed to be a bit of bitterness on his face.

"Junior Brother... Have you really decided?"

"Xun'er, I don't want to lose you again. Besides, my brother is right. There are countless setbacks in this world. Only strength is the basis for crushing evil."

Ling Tian stretched out his hand and stroked Ye Xun'er's pretty face, "Besides, my brother is now... carrying too many burdens, since I have Dan Hai, I should... practice hard, one day, I will be side by side with him, standing in this world. top."

"But...you're just cultivating in the cave, why go to the peak of the sword road?"

There were tears in Ye Xun'er's eyes.

For some reason, ever since she returned from the secret realm, she felt that... Ling Tian had changed.

He is gentle and bright, and there are many smiles on his face.

Even many times, he is always alone, silently in a daze, giggling.

But... Ye Xun'er felt that his smile was not for her.

It seems that there is another figure in his heart, which is more worthy of his protection, awe, and... love.

It was inexplicable, Ye Xun'er felt a little uneasy.

Although she believed that Ling Tian had only one woman, she had also witnessed the deep affection in his eyes without regret.

It's weird...

She doesn't seem to be the only one.

Could it be the magic thoughts in the ancient sword of Zhuxian?

"The peak of the sword road, immortal and unparalleled, only in this kind of place can I calm down and realize the mystery of the immortal art."

Ling Tian shook his head, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He loves Ye Xun'er, but this kind of love is small, selfish, and worthless.

Compared with the big love of my brother, what is this?

My elder brother bears the evil thoughts for me, the sins for the entire Ling family, and even the blood debt for the mother's family.

Why should I not work hard?

Brother, don't worry.

When I comprehend the Nine Forms of Immortal Art, I will stand by your side. This world will be in the hands of you and my brothers!

Whoever stops you, insults you, hates you.

I'll... kill someone!

Even if I slaughter the world and achieve a demon body, I will not regret it.

As long as you... can be happy!

"But... Junior Brother, you are now at the top of the Eastern Border. Besides Ling Xiao... brother, who else is your opponent in the entire Eastern Border now?"

Ye Xun'er hugged Ling Tian's arm, she didn't know how long the boy would go in retreat.

She only knew that if she didn't see her for one day, it was the cold of three autumns.

"Xun'er, this immortal journey is ancient, we... still have a lot of time, but now, I still have a path to follow, a path to walk, if you love me, you won't stop me, but when you treat me, you will be fettered in your heart and buried. With the sword, why not accompany you to travel the mountains and rivers?"

Ling Tian said with a gentle smile, that white hair was blown up by the wind, which was a little depressing.

For a moment, Ye Xun'er suddenly realized that the current Ling Tian... was somewhat similar to Ling Xiao.

In the past, she always hoped that this timid little junior brother would be like his older brother, standing upright and domineering.

But when the day finally came, why did she... miss the peace of the past?

so…

People are probably contradictory and greedy.

It's just that in this world, how can there be so much satisfaction.

Each has its own suffering, and each has its own stubbornness.

"Junior Brother!! How could I stop you... I'm just worried..."

"Xun'er, the day I go down the mountain will be the time to kill the enemy, so... you have to work hard."

Ling Tian stretched out his hand, rubbed Ye Xun'er's blue silk, and there was a gentle and calm smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then, he turned around and walked towards the top of the mountain without hesitation.

so similar…

Tears fell from Ye Xun'er's eyes.

Even his expression was almost the same as that of Young Master Ling Xiao.

On the sword road, there is wind and eyes.

The sound of the word is clear, and it is endless.

Only this time, the young man in Tsing Yi did not encounter any obstacles.

One step, one step, walking calmly towards the top of the mountain.

The wind lifted the blue shirt and ruffled the gray hair.

He doesn't seem to

Sleep.

One step, one step, resolute, no regrets.

My way is to kill.

Those who kill are those who should be killed, and those who protect are loved blood relatives.

Even in this life, I am a sword demon, I want this world to surrender to my feet.

"boom!"

The monstrous sword intent is unparalleled, and there are immortal shadows standing in the faint.

In the end, the boy disappeared into the sky.

Only that snow-white hair, like a demon, caught in the eyes, engraved in the heart, carved into the bones, and ecstasy.

"Junior Brother!! Don't worry, no matter how difficult the path you choose, I will always stand behind you!!"

Ye Xun'er pursed her red lips tightly, clenched her jade hand lightly, and finally turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

From today onwards, the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords will be silent.

No more cheers, no more silhouettes on the mountain road, hugging each other.

Only the sword path has everything, and the figure sitting cross-legged is like a rock, ancient and vicissitudes.

One day, when all over the Holy State, the ancient mountains, the great rivers, and the enchanting monsters walk out of the secret realm, it will be... the time when the Holy Religion will perish!

What?

Is my brother a peerless swordsman? My pet is the Nine Heavenly Dragon? My sister is the Lord of the Holy Land? Is my love a fairy reincarnated? I'm crazy?

The whole Holy State knows? I don't know it myself?

Is it possible?

I just wanted to pretend.

"Hey."

The Holy Master Wanjian sighed softly, and beside him, Great Elder Jian Nan also had a complicated look in his eyes.

"Should be happy? The two of them...seem to have a chance at Enlightenment Mountain?"

"Yeah! Dedication to the sword is the teaching of my ancestors in the Holy Land, but why do you feel... a little sad?"

"Forget it, Hunyuan Ancient Sect, hum, you dare to kill my holy son, kill me personally, this hatred... can you bear it?"

"Of course I can't help it, but...you have to...wait for a gust of wind."

"You mean..."

"Ling Clan! It will surely reach the top of the Eastern Border."

At the same time, the Central Region of the Holy State.

Bai Ling stood in an ancient temple with a look of grievance.

Above, there is a figure of an old man in blood sitting quietly.

His face seemed to be covered in blood, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but the breath on his body was terrifying.

"So, you went to Dongjiang, Wudao Mountain?"

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, and there was no joy or sorrow in his tone.

It's just vague, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.

"Master, don't you always say that you want us to practice more? The top arrogant talents in the entire Eastern Border gathered on the Enlightenment Mountain. I just want to see... what skills they have."

With a trace of grievance on Bai Ling's face, he pouted and retorted.

"Oh? Then what do you gain?"

"Humph! It's just a bunch of hypocritical hypocrites, Master, if there's nothing wrong, I'll go to practice."

When the words fell, Bai Ling turned around and wanted to leave.

But at this moment, the blood-robed old man suddenly stretched out his hand and turned it into a blood chain out of thin air, tying and pulling her whole body to the front of her, a pair of old eyes glowing strangely with blood.

Bai Ling only felt a roar resounding in his mind, and the whole person suddenly lost consciousness.