We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

"Oh? You mean...you and Tian'er have completely untied the knot?"

Ling Clan Temple, in a side hall.

Ling Tianlin looked at Ling Xiao in front of him in surprise, and his tone was a little suspicious.

"Um."

Ling Xiao didn't explain much, while Ling Tianlin was silent for a moment, and finally didn't ask the reason.

No matter what method Ling Xiao used to crack Ling Tian's resentment, in the end, the result was good.

As for the process, what's the point?

At the beginning, the reason why he didn't dig other people's Dan Hai to Ling Tian was because he was worried that the latter would hold resentment and take revenge on Ling Xiao's mother and son.

Therefore, he often feels guilty over the years.

Hearing today that the two brothers had released their previous suspicions, the pent up thoughts in his heart dissipated instantly, and even his cultivation base… had some faint signs of breakthrough.

"Father, I want the spiritual vein of Yuanyue Holy Land."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, killing intent in his eyes.

On that day, he deliberately humiliated Xia Chen, not just for his luck and ghost beads, but also for the Yuanyue Holy Land behind him.

This force, like Yunshu Xianzong, is the orthodox of the Eastern Border, and is respected by the orthodox sect.

If you rashly take action against it, it will inevitably lead to many obstacles.

But now, the Ling clan is in the name of revenge for the fiancée of the descendant.

Sect attack, pay attention to a reason.

Unprovoked slaughter, breaking the order, someone will inevitably take action in the name of justice.

As for the puppet...

If he hadn't summoned the ninth-rank god general, the puppet whose combat power was comparable to that of the gods, maybe Ling Xiao would not have taken care of him and Hua Yang on that day.

After all, there is no luck, and there is nothing worth shooting.

But when he saw the strength of the puppet, Ling Xiao was moved.

It is said that in this ancient puppet sect, there are four great war puppets.

Black, silver, gold three demons and a corpse puppet are the foundation of the ancient puppet sect.

But now...

Qiu Yi, the young master of the ancient puppet sect, killed the Taixu saint, and shot at Su Yan, the successor of the Yunmeng, I am afraid there is no need to exist.

"Lingmai? Well, then I will capture it for you for my father."

Ling Tianlin nodded and smiled, not asking what Ling Xiao did.

As long as he wanted, Ling Tianlin would give it.

If he can't give it, then change to a similar one.

"Xiao'er, since you want that spiritual vein, then we... can't wait for Misty Dao Palace to take action first..."

"Father means..."

"Tonight, kill Yuanyue Holy Land to avenge my daughter-in-law."

In Ling Tianlin's eyes, the immortal light suddenly became strong, and a general momentum like Yue fell down, causing the entire Ling Clan Temple to tremble for no reason.

"it is good."

There was also a smile on Ling Xiao's face, and blood flowed in his eyes.

Father was right, if you want to destroy the Yuanyue Holy Land, relying on the Ling family alone, I am afraid it will be a little troublesome.

And with the virtue of the misty Taoist palace, it may not be possible to tear up the face with Yuanyue Holy Land because of Nian Qingyun.

But... If the Ling family moved first, and reasoned with affection, the Misty Dao Palace would not hesitate any longer.

Otherwise, what is cold is not the heart of one person, but the hearts of thousands of disciples of the Misty Dao Palace.

Qingyun, tonight, I will use thousands of dead souls in Yuanyue Holy Land to sacrifice your affection.

"By the way... Xiaoer, there is news from the Central Xinjiang of the Holy State. The Holy Religion seems to have made some moves recently."

Ling Tianlin frowned slightly, and suddenly said softly.

"Oh?"

Ling Xiao knew that since the moment he was born, Ling Tianlin had been placing eyeliners in the central border of the Holy State.

The purpose is naturally to monitor every move of the Holy Religion to prevent accidents.

He just didn't expect that this day would come so soon.

Since my father mentioned it, he must have noticed something.

As long as there are sacred places in the sect, there are many people in the sect who survey the fate of the destiny.

And the Holy Cult, as the ruler of the Holy State, gathers the strong in the Cult, and it is not necessarily imperceptible to notice the changes in the fortune of the Holy State.

It seems that some planning is to be done.

"According to the news from Anzi over there, the Holy Sect sent divine envoys to various places, seemingly looking for people, but the specific purpose is not clear."

The chill in Ling Tianlin's eyes turned into a whirlpool, like the rising sun in winter, piercing his eyes.

"I know my father."

Ling Xiao just nodded and said nothing.

He knew that he would face this situation sooner or later, and it seemed that he had to go to the Western Border sooner.

Only in troubled times can others grow faster.

After all, the more chaotic the place, the stronger the Son of Destiny will be.

And what Ling Xiao has to do is to change the place, cut the leeks, and by the way... secretly create a force of his own!

"The patriarch, Qin Leng, the patriarch of the Qin family, is asking to see you outside the hall."

Outside the hall, Ling Shan's voice suddenly came.

Ling Tianlin and Ling Xiao smiled at each other, raised their feet and walked outside the hall.

The people have arrived, and the conquest begins.

"Ling Xiao... Young Master!!"

In the hall, Qin Leng was dressed in a golden robe, with his hair combed on the top of his head and a purple-gold dragon crown, quite a bit like a king.

But at this time, seeing Ling Xiao, Qin Leng, who had a serious face, suddenly flashed joy in his eyes.

"Leng heard that the son returned to the clan today, and he specially led the elders of the Qin clan to come to congratulate him.

The son of Wudao became famous in the first battle. "

Qin Leng leaned over and bowed, while Ling Xiao nodded slightly, his eyes calm.

"Since everyone has arrived, let's go, Xia Chen, the son of Yuanyue, to kill my fiancée, this revenge is not shared by the sky, even if I do my best, I, the Ling clan, will also avenge this revenge!"

When the words fell, outside Ling Xiao, lightning flashed instantly, and an invisible pressure surged, causing the entire hall to fall into depression in an instant.

"war!!"

The nine veins of the Ling Clan responded one after another, and all of them had a trace of icy hatred on their faces.

"Let's go."

Ling Xiao took the lead and swept out of the hall, and the Nine Dragons Golden Chariot instantly fell from the sky and stood in front of the hall.

Ye Qingchan walked over and sat on it with Ling Xiao.

Just when the dragon chariot was about to take off, Qin Leng took a step from the crowd, stood in front of the chariot, and said with a smirk, "Young master... I came in a hurry, I didn't ride... Can you..."

"Um?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, and Qin Leng suddenly trembled.

"It's cold... overstepped."

son!

You are indeed cold... an unreachable star in this life!

"boom!"

Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden gust of wind howling.

I saw a hundred-zhang demon shadow suddenly descend from the sky, covering the entire Ling Clan Holy Land's sky.

It is the Ling Clan guardian monster, the golden eagle with divine wings.

The god-king ninth-grade demon was also Ling Tianlin's mount when he was young.

Fluttering and flying, it can cross the territory of thousands of miles.

The ten kings of the Ling clan have his seat!

"Roar."

But as if deterred by the blood of the demon eagle, the nine-headed Jiaolong crawls to the ground in an instant, languishing.

But now, Huahua is still fusing dragon blood, and Ling Xiao is not willing to disturb it unless it is a last resort.

"lets go."

"boom!!"

The entire Ling Clan land was instantly boiling.

Ling Xiao put away the dragon chariot, embraced Ye Qingchan, and stood at the head of the golden eagle.

Behind him, countless figures with powerful breaths stood quietly and swept away furiously towards the distant sky.

In the land of the Eastern Border, a demonic wind suddenly appeared.

Everyone looked at the ghost shadow that covered the stars in the night sky, and there was nothing in their eyes except shock.

"That ghost figure seems to be... the golden eagle with divine wings of the Ling clan?"

"It seems so?"

"This golden eagle has not stepped out of the Ling clan for two hundred years, right?"

"What's the matter?"

"You don't know? Young Master Ling Xiao's fiancée died, at the hands of the Holy Son of Yuanyue... This time, the Hui family is discussing the expedition of the Holy Land of Yuanyue, right?"

"No wonder... Ling Clan is... coming out in full force this time."

"Om."

The gust of wind dissipated, and the demonic clouds gathered.

Ling Xiao stood on the top of the sky, his eyes were calm.

tonight!

It is destined that someone wants to die.