We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

"Sir?"

Han Qingqiu watched Ling Xiao walk in front of the halberd with a surprised expression, and held it in his hand.

In an instant, a dragon roar resounded throughout the entire ancient temple.

A ray of golden light shot out, and the meaning of terrifying killing gave rise to a boundless vision.

It could be seen vaguely that a golden dragon shadow shattered the sky, descended from the sky, and turned into a red gold halberd to stand in the void.

Around it, there are thousands of rays of light and thousands of lines.

The sun and the moon have no light, the universe is reversed, and the world seems to be ups and downs under this halberd.

And with Ling Xiao's divine power, he actually felt a great pressure coming from his hands at this time.

even! !

There seems to be a ray of power in it, struggling hard, revealing the will to not admit defeat.

"Dare to struggle!!"

Ling Xiao shouted angrily, and behind him, a demonic energy suddenly rushed into the sky, turning into a ghostly shadow a hundred feet tall, shocking the world.

In his hand, the golden halberd immediately let out a scream, and the golden dragon roared on it, and finally turned into a streamer and disappeared.

In the main hall, Han Qingqiu's beautiful eyes stared at the god-shattering halberd in horror, and the awe for Ling Xiao in his heart became stronger.

The treasure that even the god emperor could not tame, fell into the hands of the son like a plaything at this time.

Suddenly, Han Qingqiu felt a little inferior in his heart.

With her talent, the Holy State can be regarded as the top.

The three paths are close to the body, and the spiritual veins are born.

The main body is also a ninth-grade divine pill, and its sense of the aura of heaven and earth is far from being comparable to flesh and blood creatures.

But in front of Ling Xiao, she still seemed so insignificant.

Even the qualification to stand beside him is like a gift from a son.

"Qingqiu, if you have something you like, just take it."

Ling Xiao took out the Qiankun Ring and put all the spiritual treasures in the temple into his hands.

Beside him, greed flashed in Huahua's eyes, but under the awe of Ling Xiaomo, he didn't dare to move.

"Thank you sir."

Han Qingqiu bowed slightly, glanced at the Treasure Pavilion, and finally picked up one of the Dao swords and stood beside Ling Xiao.

"Let's go! After collecting the dragon veins of the Hanyue Immortal Palace, it's time to go to the other great dynasties."

In the end, Ling Xiao took the Lingbao in the pavilion into his pocket, and walked towards the back mountain with Han Qingqiu and Hua Hua.

As long as the ancient sects, the dragon veins must be terrifying.

In particular, immortal gates like Hanyue Immortal Palace, which have been passed down for thousands of years, have a terrifying background and come out in large numbers.

Not only is this sect inherited martial arts from the upper realm, but more importantly, this dragon vein occupies a part of heaven and earth.

It is also the land of Western Xinjiang, and it is obvious that the spiritual charm on this immortal mountain is a bit more intense.

If you practice here all year round, comprehend the Dao, and improve your cultivation, there will be infinite benefits.

Ling Xiao stood in the depths of Xianshan with his hands behind his back, looking at a straight mountain in front of him, his eyes were calm.

At this time, he could feel that in this peak, the spirit is full of charm, and the flow of Taoism should be where the dragon veins are.

Of course, with Ling Xiao's current methods, it is still a bit laborious to suppress the dragon veins.

With Xiong Huan here, everything should be taken care of.

"Om."

The humming sound resounded, and Xiong Huan's figure suddenly emerged from the void.

At this time, there was not a trace of magic flowing on his body, but his fierce appearance still made Han Qingqiu's beautiful eyes quietly congeal.

"Detain this dragon vein into the domain."

Ling Xiao said indifferently, Xiong Huan immediately bowed and bowed, then raised his foot to walk to the front of the mountain, and punched him fiercely.

"boom!"

The entire mountain range collapsed in an instant, and I saw a golden dragon shadow screaming in the sky.

only! !

Before it could rise into the air, Xiong Huan's figure had already descended from the sky, and above his head, a hundred-zhang bear figure stood in the heaven and earth, carrying a momentum of suppressing the ages, and stepped on the dragon vein under his body.

"Push."

The golden light scattered all over the sky, and I saw Xiong Huan sticking out his hands, actually holding the dragon vein in his hands and raising it in front of Ling Xiao.

"Om."

The power of the domain came, and the figures of Ling Xiao and others disappeared instantly.

Above the Heavenly Palace, Ling Xiao looked coldly at the six winding dragon veins above his head, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ning'er, what do you think of this halberd?"

Beside him, Ning'er was stunned for a moment, but saw a golden giant halberd appearing out of thin air, quietly suspended in the air.

Its upper dao pattern is bright and extinguished, revealing a shattering trend.

"elder brother…"

Ning'er covered her lips with her little hand, looking a little surprised.

"This is for me?"

"Well! Let's see if it fits together."

This halberd is about nine feet long, one foot taller than Ling Xiao.

Therefore, when Ning'er's little hand was on the halberd, it was somewhat strange.

only! !

At the moment when the two touched, I saw a ray of golden sun falling from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, there was a mighty divine power above the golden halberd, and the golden dragon floated in the air.

Unlike in Ling Xiao's hands, the consciousness in this halberd at this time was obviously filled with joy.

Gan!

As expected of a man of destiny!

If you want to sleep, someone sends a pillow, the problem is... this pillow is just comfortable! !

"Looks like it likes you too."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, watching Ning'er holding the halberd and cheering,

A look of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

The way of strength is that when Ning'er Xiuwei stepped into the god emperor, he would use this halberd with all his strength.

The weight of ten thousand catties fell into the hands of this girl like nothingness.

The power of the Holy Body of the Eastern Emperor is evident.

"Let's go."

In the end, Ling Xiao, Han Qingqiu and Hua Hua disappeared.

At the same time, in the land of Western Xinjiang, rumors spread.

The Hanyue Immortal Palace was destroyed in one breath, leaving only one of the eight great dynasties.

Yuan Huang turned into a demon, joined hands with the sea clan to slaughter all living beings, and was finally destroyed by Young Master Ling Xiao and the powerful Daqin in Hanyue Xianshan.

In that battle, it was said that the sky was torn apart, and if Young Master Ling Xiao had divine help, he would not die in a hundred battles, and he could kill the Great Demon with his own strength, which was called invincible.

Of course, the rumors are exaggerated, but isn't the world always like this?

In the end, no one mentioned the name of the Holy Religion, and the word Lingxiao seemed to be the supreme in the hearts of monks in Xijiang.

Time passed slowly, and half a month had passed in the blink of an eye.

During this half-month period, the three of Ling Xiao wandered all over the western border, collecting all the dragon veins of the remaining five dynasties into the realm.

"Om."

On this day, the realm shook, and a loud dragon roar resounded through the four fields.

In the originally clear sky, suddenly a robbery thunder came down the world.

Layers of swaying black clouds fell from the sky, and an indescribable terror shrouded the world.

I saw above the void, a golden circle hanging across the sky.

Among them, there are nine dragons roaring together, and the lines of the avenues are endlessly layered, and the evolution is endless and mysterious.

And under that formation, a figure in white stood with his hands behind his back, with clear eyes.

Ling Xiao could feel that the divine power contained in this formation was enough to imprison the high-quality God Emperor.

Even if the two divine envoys of the Holy Religion re-entered the realm at this time, even if they were not severely injured by Emperor Yuan, they would inevitably fall to the ground.

"It's almost time..."

Ling Xiao looked at the sky, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

For half a month, although the undercurrent was surging in the Western Frontier, there was no news of the Holy Religion.

I am afraid that the Lord God really does not know about the fall of the divine envoy and the disappearance of the holy son.

Otherwise, this time, it should not be so calm.

It is also true that the Holy Religion has ruled the Holy State for a thousand years, and it has coerced the four borders.

Even the Lord of God, I am afraid that he would not have thought that there will be demons in this world.