We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

"I really don't know, where did you get your confidence."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, suddenly stretched out two fingers, and slashed out of thin air.

"Om."

The harsh sound of sword chants resounded instantly, but compared to Xia Feng's mighty sword, Ling Xiao's sword fingers seemed a bit...too perfunctory.

I saw a ray of sword light, which was extremely dim against the golden light in the sky.

Even if they didn't look carefully, everyone would never see the clear light hidden by the golden light.

So, probably the sadness on many people's faces at this time is real.

They seem to have seen a leader of the right path, about to die under the sword of the true devil! !

"Master Ling Xiao!!"

Someone started to cry out, tears welling up in their eyes.

You, why is this necessary?

Obviously, you don't have to lead by example and kill the devil yourself.

However, you are still not afraid of hardships and dangers, and vowed to set an example for the arrogance of Xijiang.

Your righteous deeds will be famous for eternity, admired by all spirits, and be a model of my righteous path! !

But at this time, after seeing the terrifying sword intent that filled the clear light, Yue Xiao's face suddenly condensed.

At this moment, she seemed to faintly feel that in that seemingly insignificant ray of sword light, there was actually a trace of... the great truth! !

how is this possible?

Xia Feng, who is a master of Taoism, has been called a prosperous evildoer.

And if... sizzle!

Suddenly, Yue Xiao's eyes widened, as if she saw something extremely terrifying.

"Om."

Two completely disproportionate offensives finally collided in mid-air.

What makes everyone feel strange is that Xia Feng's figure suddenly stopped.

Together with the endless golden brilliance, it seemed to have solidified, stagnating in the mid-air.

His face also revealed an inexplicable panic, his mouth was lightly opened, and he looked at the young figure standing with his hands behind his back with a dull expression.

how is this possible? !

Xia Feng lowered his head and looked at the golden sword in his hand.

At this moment, on the sword body, an extremely fine but neat and smooth notch runs through the entire sword.

even! !

throughout his body.

"Impossible... how could I possibly die here?"

Xia Feng was at a loss, and the memories of the two worlds flooded in like a tide.

Originally, he was just an unremarkable prince in Daxia, with no status and mediocre talent.

The father is cowardly and the mother died early.

In his life, he will probably be like many princes in the Western Xinjiang.

But a trip to the fairyland made him see the true beauty of this world.

Han Qingqiu, Xia Feng's most persistent dream.

It's easy to see and unforgettable.

However, just when he was working hard and trying to prove his name to the world, he was killed by the real devil, and his life and dream were lost.

Returning from rebirth, Xia Feng swore that he would never scribble again in this life.

So he laid out a shocking method to seize the true fortune of the Great Xia, gou in the deep palace, and fought every step of the way.

But why, still lost?

From the day he walked out of the summer palace, the trajectory of fate seemed to be controlled by someone.

Every step, although he took it cautiously, but thinking about it, he was a little... involuntarily?

How could this be?

Xia Feng lowered his head and looked at the blood gradually seeping out of his heart, his eyes were sad.

At this time, his heart was completely broken, and there was no way to live.

Even as long as he moved, blood would be spilled on the spot, and he would fall instantly.

"I said that I told you to put that Lingjin on your heart, and it could save your life at the critical moment. Why do you have to not listen?"

Ling Xiao raised his foot and walked in front of Xia Feng, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What... what?! You... you are!!"

At this moment, Xia Feng felt cold all over his body, like falling into an ice cellar.

He suddenly understood why no matter where he went, he couldn't escape the eyes of the young man in front of him.

It turned out that the entire Daxia, no, the entire Western Xinjiang should have been deceived by him.

Even the divine messenger may have fallen into his trap.

What a terrifying method, this demon... This life is even more insidious and cunning.

"Death in your hands, I am convinced that I lose."

Xia Feng suddenly sighed, and at this point, it was meaningless to be unwilling.

If all this was a chess game arranged by Ling Xiao, he would not lose at all, because from the beginning to the end, he was not the one who played against him, but just a chess piece that was manipulated by others.

"Just, can you...don't hurt her."

In the end, Xia Feng's eyes turned to Han Qingqiu, affectionate, persistent, and full of endless suffering.

He really couldn't figure out how this Han Palace Fairy would be willing to be with him on the premise that Ling Xiao was a real devil.

But, it doesn't matter.

As long as she lives, that's fine.

"How could I hurt Qingqiu, Xia Feng, put away your hypocrisy."

Ling Xiao sneered, his palm stretched out suddenly, turned into a thunder day out of thin air, and instantly covered the entire void.

"Did, I succeeded in killing the Son of Destiny, congratulations to the host for obtaining the Geng Jin Dao Ze (Dacheng)."

"Di, congratulations to the host for getting an extra reward: Dao has a chance to complete it once."

"Dip, congratulations to the host for obtaining 2% of the casting value of destiny."

"Did, congratulations to the host for getting the training

One Yuanshen Pill (seventh grade). "

"Om."

The dazzling thunder light reflected the sky, and everyone instinctively lowered their eyes.

But when they looked up again, there was no trace of Xia Feng in the air, only the arrogant figure in white stood with his hands behind his back, alone like a fairy.

At the same time, in Ling Xiao's soul sea, the memory screen flickered, and a curious color gradually appeared in his eyes.

Sure enough, this Xia Feng was also killed by himself in his last life.

Just before his death, he had found a cultivation technique in the depths of this fairyland, the Blood Flood Demon Seal.

This seal was the means by which he plundered Xia Chuan's luck.

But, for Ling Xiao, this magic seal has too many restrictions and is not very useful.

but…

Ling Xiao turned his head and looked at the indifferent Yue Xiao.

On the contrary, his master seemed to have great expectations for Xia Feng before, and it was obvious that he was hiding an amazing secret in his heart.

"Elder Yuexiao."

Ling Xiao's figure descended from the sky and landed beside Yue Xiao with a gentle and sincere smile on his face.

"This time, thank you sir."

Yue Xiao's expression remained unchanged, and she bowed slightly.

In the final analysis, whether Xia Feng is a demon or a demon, after all, he has had a master-disciple relationship with her.

If you let her take action and kill this demon, although it is to clear the door, it is inevitable that there will be flaws in her heart.

Now that Ling Xiao slays demons and conforms to the way of heaven, isn't it possible that she has fulfilled her Dao heart?

"Why did the elder enter the fairyland here?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, pretending to ask suspiciously.

But Yue Xiao shook her head, "There are some things that the young master doesn't know, maybe it would be better."

"Is the elder concerned about my identity?"

From Xia Feng's memory, Ling Xiao had already seen that this Elder Yuexiao did not have much affection for Palace Master Hanyue and the Holy Sect.

And thinking of her identity and the nightmare in Han Qingqiu's heart, Ling Xiao quickly guessed the whole story.

I am afraid that this former palace master's junior sister also has the same purpose as Han Qingqiu, and vows to be the enemy of the holy religion.

But in essence, she is still the elder of the cold palace, the righteous person.

So presumably she hated the Holy Religion, and also hated...all demons.