We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

"Thank you, Young Master! Today, it is Qin Chu who has caused the Young Master trouble! If there is something useful in the future, Young Master can speak up."

Qin Chu walked to Ling Xiao and bowed deeply.

"No need, I won't sit idly by who it is today."

Ling Xiao said indifferently, looked up at the sky in the distance, turned and swept towards the top of the mountain.

And looking at the distant figure, the eyes of the arrogance of the surrounding people revealed a touch of complexity and bitterness.

The movement on the mountain road just now was absolutely impossible to hide from the powerful god emperors of Xianxuanzong.

But until this time, Xianxuanzong has never had a strong person.

This is enough to explain a lot of things.

"Ling Xiao... Young Master, I may not be able to get into your eyes now. This time in the battle of Tianchi, I will let you remember my name! Today's kindness, Chu, is unforgettable."

Qin Chu raised his head and looked at the figure walking among the clouds, with determination flashing in his eyes.

This is the first person he has met to help him since he joined the WTO.

Moreover, he is also a peerless swordsman.

This kind of upright, unrestrained young man is worthy of being his confidant.

The encounter is just the beginning, and the story has just begun.

It wasn't until Qin Chu walked towards the top of the mountain, that in front of the distant mountain forest, a tall and straight middle-aged man in white clothes showed his true behavior.

At this time, the sword demon had no smell of alcohol on his body, and even the beard on his face had been cleaned up, revealing a vicissitudes of life but inexplicably handsome face.

His eyes were deep and indifferent, especially when he looked at the figure in the void, there was a hint of regret in the depths of his eyes.

Holy Son?

Sure enough, he is a bright-hearted, talented young man.

even! !

For the first time in twenty years, Jian Nanchen felt that there was someone of his generation who was more talented than Qin Chu.

That kind of sword intent, others can't feel it, but he can see it clearly.

Great Kendo! !

A young man who has mastered kendo, looking at the Holy State, is absolutely unparalleled in the world.

Unfortunately, he is a saint.

But, inexplicably, apart from regret, Sword Demon still has a trace of expectation in his heart.

Although the God Lord is domineering, the six demons are driven to a dead end.

But Miss Ye, who is also a member of the Holy Religion, is not pedantic and arrogant.

A person who has cultivated kendo to this level proves that there is no evil in the heart of this white-clothed boy.

Whether it is an enemy or a friend, he and Chu'er will be peerless arrogance.

As for who is the protagonist of this world in the end, let's look at their respective opportunities.

In a world of great contention, it is not a misfortune to have this old enemy, but a great blessing.

Chu Er, the swordsman, rise up to the challenge, advance despite the difficulty, hold your sword, and indulge in him... collide with him! !

"Chu'er, the rest of the way is up to you."

The sword demon turned around and headed towards the far sky.

Along the way, he followed Qin Chu and protected him in secret.

It's just that there are many strong people in this ancient Xianxuan sect, and even the Xianxuan sect master, even he feels afraid.

But, if I remember correctly, the Southern Border God Emperor who was rescued by his big brother was the elder in this sect, right?

With the prudence of the eldest brother, Chu Er was born, and it is impossible for him not to arrange means.

With his protection, Chu Er will have no major disaster in this Immortal Xuanzong.

On the top of Xianxuan Mountain, there is a stream of light overflowing, and Xianxia covers it.

At this time, on the square in front of the main hall, countless disciples were standing neatly, and even many elders in the sect were standing there with awe, as if waiting for someone.

In front of the crowd, an old man wearing a black robe with a finely pierced head, holding a mahogany cane, looked out of place.

This person is the lord of Xianxuanzong, the saint who is admired by the eight tribes, Helian Mountain.

Speaking of this Sect Master Helian, he was also the one who stood on the top of the mountain in this southern border land.

There are many barbarian tribes in the southern border, and the masters of the eight tribes are in charge of their own affairs, and all of them have vassals.

It's just that this place is wild and adjacent to the endless sea, and it is chaotic.

And when the Helian Sect Master was born, the various tribes in the southern border had already conquered for a hundred years, and they had to resist the slaughter of the sea clan, and the people were struggling.

Helianshan walks the world with one stick and one person. Instead of crushing the eight tribes with cultivation, he patiently persuades them to cultivate ge, cultivate, teach the magic powers, and help the eight tribes to practice and prolong their lives.

Of course, those who set a precedent must suffer, and Helian Mountain is no exception.

It's just that he was never angry or regretful.

A hundred years is like a day, wearing a black robe and a branch of peach wood, traveled all over the southern border.

Gradually, people in the world began to believe in him as holy.

But what really made him admired by all the people was that day, when the emperor of the sea led the strong men of the sea clan to descend, wanting to conquer the eight tribes and unify the southern border.

The sea emperor's cultivation base has already penetrated the sky and the earth, and no one in the eight divisions dares to fight.

It is the Helian Sect Master again, a peach branch, shocking all enemies.

The world just discovered that his cultivation had reached the pinnacle.

If he wants to surrender to the Eight Divisions, he doesn't need to lobby at all, he just crushes it with his strength, and no one from the Southern Border Human Race dares to resist.

But he chose the most difficult path and endured the most vicious people in the world.

The saint is reincarnated with a heart full of life.

Since then, the eight repair Ge, worship him as a god.

After successfully retiring, Helian Yamamoto wanted to live in seclusion, but was summoned by the Lord of God and founded Zongmen Xian

Xuanguzong protects all beings in the southern border.

At this time, his face was extremely indifferent, but a pair of old eyes revealed a depth that could not be seen through.

The chaos at the foot of the mountain, he naturally felt it.

From this point of view, the Holy Son of the Holy Religion has kindness in his heart, but he is not stupid and kind, but a decisive person.

"Om."

Above the sky, there is suddenly a fairy glow.

I saw a figure in white coming with his hands behind his back, and beside him, two beautiful girls took a step behind and followed closely.

There is a sound and a rhyme that spreads across the sky.

There are auspicious clouds gathered together, like fairy trails.

As for the young man, he only glanced at everyone with clear eyes, then fell from the sky and stood in front of Helian Mountain.

"Sect Master Xianxuan, Helianshan, see the Son of God."

At this time, there is no need for Ling Xiao to show the divine order, and it is easy for people to guess his identity just by showing his temperament.

"How does the Sect Master decide that I am the Holy Son of the Holy Religion?"

Ling Xiao looked at the old man in front of him with deep meaning, the eighth-rank god emperor, who was full of will.

Around him, there is an ethereal and mysterious aura circulating.

Obviously, this person is good at divination, star-gazing and positioning, and is well-versed in celestial fortunes.

"Today I look at the celestial phenomena, there is purple air rising in the west, there must be noble people here, the holy son is accompanied by auspicious clouds and immortals, and the Taoist bones are born in the sky. So lucky."

Helian Shan shook his head and smiled bitterly, revealing the vicissitudes between his brows.

"Hehe, the sect master is wrong."

There was a smile on the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth, especially at this time, the old sect master's dreadlocks were very unique and eloquent.

What, you want to be a rapperstar too?

only!

If the old sect master knew that he was worshipping a true demon at this time, I wonder if he would doubt his professional level?