We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

"Xiao'er, you go and collect the Treasure Pavilion in Yuanyue Holy Land, and I will go and capture that spiritual vein for you."

Ling Tianlin raised his head and glanced at the depths of the holy mountain. He stepped forward, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

And Ling Xiao just nodded and smiled, and also walked towards the back mountain.

With the experience of Yunshu Holy Land, Ling Xiao found the Treasure Pavilion in Yuanyue Holy Land with little effort.

At this time, he also discovered that the layout of these supreme Taoisms is indeed the same.

Nuoda's treasure pavilion, showing style.

There are three floors in height, one for spiritual tools, one for medicinal herbs, and one for martial arts.

"Ling Xiao."

Just when Ling Xiao stepped forward to collect the treasure, a familiar voice suddenly came.

Ling Xiao's footsteps suffocated, and there was a hint of grief and helplessness on his face, "Little Ancestor... You won't..."

"Be careful of that... woman named Ye Qingchan..."

When the words fell, Feng Ling just took a deep look at Ling Xiao and then disappeared.

"Um?"

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, his eyes revealing surprise.

There was actually some... faint worry in Feng Cai's eyes?

Could it be because of... that Dao Su Hui?

But in the end, Ling Xiao didn't think much about it. He has a system and can easily judge Ye Qingchan's psychological changes, so... no need to worry about her suddenly becoming another person.

However, I have to think of a way to see if I can help Ye Qingchan... Erase the self!

Ling Xiao selected some insignificant, ready to reward those hard-working vassal forces.

People's hearts, after all, still have to win over.

Otherwise, how could these dragons be willing to die for the Lord?

It wasn't until a loud dragon roar came from the direction of the back mountain that Ling Xiao's mouth raised a smile.

The so-called spiritual pulse, also known as the dragon pulse.

The soil is the dragon's flesh, the stone is the keel, and the grass is the dragon's scales.

But what really affects the luck of the air is the spiritual energy hidden under the earth, stone and grass.

All the places with ancient mountains and rivers are known as dragon veins.

The higher the mountain, the deeper the river, and the stronger the dragon veins.

So... in the land of high mountains and deep rivers, there are many sacred places in Xianmen.

Yes, Feng Shui treasure land.

Today, Lingxiao's realm has sun, moon, mountains and rivers, but there is no spiritual energy.

Of course, if you go with the flow, it will eventually evolve into life.

But Ling Xiao couldn't wait that long. What he had to do was to put nine dragon veins into it and make it a holy place for cultivation.

This is what he will rely on to stand proud in the future.

Of course, the identity given by others is not as good as the power in his own hands.

Especially for a villain, prudence and strength are indispensable.

"Buzz!"

only!

Just when Ling Xiao opened the Qiankun bag of the Holy Master Yuanyue and wanted to put all the spiritual treasures in it, a loud buzzing sound suddenly came from it.

Immediately afterwards, a golden ancient seal suddenly emerged from the sky, turned into a streamer, and swept toward the distant sky.

"This is... a Taoist tool derived from a tool spirit?"

Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger.

A little surprise.

As we all know, the derivation of artifact spirit can be called sublimation for a piece of spiritual treasure.

Just now, when he beheaded the three thousand disciples in the Holy Land, there was a strange wave in the Primordial Demon Blade.

According to Ling Xiao's thoughts, it should be the broken tool soul. After being nourished by blood, there are signs of awakening.

But he really didn't expect that the Holy Master Yuanyue had a Taoist tool that contained the soul of the tool.

"Where to go!"

Ling Xiao's eyes flickered with soul light, his palm suddenly clenched, and a thunder light handprint appeared out of thin air, pressing down directly towards the golden light.

"boom!!"

However, to Ling Xiao's surprise, the golden light only trembled for a moment, then broke through the sky and swept toward the distant sky.

"Bring me back!"

Ling Xiao's expression was condensed, and the eight kinds of Dao all over his body burst into a strange divine light, turning into a giant palm again, holding the golden light in it.

"Chirp!"

A strange cry resounded, and the golden light suddenly bloomed, trying to break through Ling Xiao's control.

But a Taoist weapon, no one can use it, even if it is powerful, how can it be Ling Xiao's opponent.

After a stalemate for a moment, the golden light in the sky finally dissipated, and was pulled down by Ling Xiao from the air.

To start, there is a golden ancient seal, the four sides are thick with fingers, and a golden phoenix shadow is carved on it.

"Xiao'er!"

Ling Tianlin's figure descended from the sky, holding a ball of aura in his hand, and there seemed to be a blue shadow rushing toward him.

"Father!"

"I have erased the spiritual sense of this spiritual vein for you, you can refine it directly."

Ling Tianlin handed over the Lingmang in his hand, and glanced at the golden seal in Ling Xiao's hand again, "Huh? Is this the Golden Crow Divine Seal of the Holy Master Yuanyue?"

"Golden Crow Divine Seal?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly.

"Yes, this printed copy is an ordinary Taoist weapon. Later, the Holy Master Yuanyue captured and killed a God Emperor Yaowu and imprisoned its spirit in it. Only then did this unparalleled Taoist weapon come into existence. The soul has been severely damaged, Xiaoer, do you want to erase his spiritual sense for the father?"

Ling Tianlin's eyes were cold as he looked at Ling Xiao.

"No, I'll do it myself, father, I'm going to leave the East today.

Xinjiang. "

Ling Xiao raised his head and glanced in the direction of the sky.

Now Dongjiang is no longer a challenge for him.

He can't wait to go to the Western Frontier battlefield and indulge in slaughter.

"So anxious? Xiao'er, let the ghost follow you."

Ling Tianlin hesitated for a moment, then suddenly opened his mouth.

Especially now, the Holy Religion has sent divine envoys to the four states, although it is not clear what they are doing, but... it's not wrong to be careful.

"No need, father, the Ling clan has been fighting all over the world recently. I'm afraid someone should be anxious. You just need to protect the Ling clan, and leave the rest to me."

Ling Xiao shook his head, the Holy Religion has always done things unreasonably.

As the Ling family's biggest trump card hidden in the dark, ghost shadows are more useful when they stay by their father's side.

And although he showed talent and magic.

But the more so, the easier it is to confuse people.

After all, the forbidden body, before it grows up, is eager to stuff its head into the ground.

Publicity is not necessarily a bad thing.

Of course, the Holy Religion, I would rather kill the wrong than let it go.

so…

Ling Xiao already had a plan in his heart.

Today's bloody path in Yuanyue Holy Land is his... lure the cat.

"Okay! There are difficulties... Send your voice to your father at any time. The land of the Western Border is chaotic. If there is not the iron law of the Holy Religion, the Supreme Dao Lineage cannot be conquered across borders. I am afraid that the land of the Eastern Border will have already been defeated by those dynasties. already."

Ling Tianlin's eyes flickered solemnly.

Killing and expedition, although cruel and bloody, have to admit that it is easier to experience the cultivation of xinxing.

Especially now, with the strife, the monsters are coming out in large numbers.

Although Ling Xiao is the strongest genius in the Eastern Border, facing a dynasty, he is no different from an owl shaking a tree.

but…

If someone dares to hurt him, Dynasty?

Dynasty can also be destroyed!

"I understand, father don't worry."

Ling Xiao bowed and bowed deeply towards Ling Tianlin.

The slaughter does not stop, it is the treasure that hides his demonic nature.

The leeks in Xijiang?

Are you... ready?

In the end, Ling Tianlin didn't say any more and led the Ling clan to leave.

In the crowd, Qin Leng looked back several times, looking at the figure in white standing on the top of the mountain, his face was a kind of loss and sadness.

Originally, I thought that as long as I followed the Ling clan, I would be side by side with you.

It turns out... I was thinking too much.

Even, only by becoming your enemy can you really be in your eyes, right?

Inexplicably, Qin Leng's eyes suddenly flashed a touch of determination.

At this moment, he seemed to realize something.

"Son..."

Ye Qingchan walked to Ling Xiao's side, and behind him, Huo Heng and the other god kings of the Fire Clan stood quietly.

"Where are we going now?"

"go home."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, while Ye Qingchan's face was slightly suffocated.

"Hui Ling clan? We..."

It's just that before she could finish her words, she saw a change in the foreground, and a sense of desolation came to her face instantly.

At the end of that line of sight, there is a sky-high stone stair together with heaven and earth.

Above the clouds, an ancient bluestone temple stands in the sky, revealing endless majesty.