We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

"Hiss!"

On the top of the mountain, there was a sudden sound of gasping for air.

Especially Feng Ruge, the moment she saw the ancient monument, she had a premonition in her heart.

Turning point, turning against the wind.

The reason why she taught Chen Qingshan to keep three points of strength at all times is to prevent the cards in the hands of the Man of Destiny.

You said that these people seem to be reluctant to use the strongest means until the moment of life and death.

I have to wait until my body is covered with bruises, my breath is sluggish, and I am about to die, and then there is another wave of reversal. Isn't this extraordinarily happy?

But, she really didn't expect that the standard routine of the man of destiny... seems to have failed this time?

That ray of clear light, like the fairy charm in the depths of the primordial mists at the beginning of the world, cleared away all obstacles, and easily pierced Qing Yu's figure.

Blood was spilled, and a strong smell of blood rushed to his face.

The golden light all over the sky dazzled the eyes, covering Qing Yu's body completely.

Feng Ruge stood there in a daze, her pretty face was dull, nothing else.

It shouldn't be, could it be that Qing Yu is really not the Son of Destiny?

Or, there are not so many routines in this world at all, and everything is just my own wild imagination?

Do not!

impossible!

But all fantasy worlds are routines, and they are similar with minor differences.

In the end is which part of the problem?

"Ling Xiao... Young Master!!"

On the mountain road, Qin Chu clenched his palms tightly, as if he had taken medicine, his face was rosy, his whole body was trembling, and his eyes were filled with admiration.

The sword cuts everything.

What kind of Taoist artifact, what kind of enchanting son.

As long as I have a sword in my hand, there is nothing in the world that cannot be cut.

Master Ling Xiao, you are indeed worthy of it!

You are the truest appearance of the Peerless Sword Immortal in my heart.

Do not!

You are the sword, the driving force for me to move forward in this life, the sea of ​​stars I look up to, the wind I cannot touch, the dream I cannot wake up from...

Young master, Chu'er should work hard, and hope that one day, he can stand side by side with you on the top of the sky.

"Hey, the Son of Destiny (Qin Chu) takes the devil as an example and has the potential to take the blame. Congratulations to the host for plundering 500 luck points and the villain for 5,000 points."

"Um?"

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, turned to look at Qin Chu, with a smile on his lips.

He did not expect that the reward sound for Qingyu's killing did not appear, but Qin Chu, a little leek, took the initiative to take the blame?

"hiss…"

The disciples taught by the six demons just don't play cards according to common sense.

I haven't made a fuss yet, so you're starting to create opportunities for yourself?

"Son!!"

Sensing the gentleness in Ling Xiao's gaze, Qin Chu's body trembled, feeling a strange kind of joy inexplicably.

Finally, the son is looking at me! !

For the world, this may just be an inadvertent gaze.

But for me personally, it is a leap forward in emotional communication with the young master!

I envy the friendship of the masters, and hope that one day, I can find a confidant who can sing with me.

Looking at the Tianjiao in southern Xinjiang, only Young Master Ling Xiao is outstanding and different from the rest of the world.

Perhaps, he is my side-by-side partner in the immortal journey!

Let's bloom, Qin Chu, when you are dazzling enough, you are worthy of the son's talent!

The battle of Tianchi, the world should pass on my divine power! ! !

"interesting."

Ling Xiao's eyes finally fell on the young man who was slashed by his sword intent in the distance.

It stands to reason that in the realm of God and Marquis, no one should be able to survive this perfect way.

But at this time there was no sound from the system, it was obvious that Qingyu was not dead.

At this time, Ling Xiao also felt a terrifying aura, quietly surging from the golden glow.

On the seventh peak, Xu Yunzi stands on the top of the sky, overlooking the turmoil below.

Especially the ancient stele sacrificed by Qingyu just now made him a little inexplicably familiar.

It's just... it shouldn't be.

This sacred monument is the treasure of the Sea Clan, how could it fall into the hands of a remnant boy?

Qingyang Department, he has heard about it.

This one was also one of the eight southern Xinjiang.

Only later, it was said that Qing Feng, the head of the Qingyang Tribe, went deep into the sea, returned from serious injuries, and was betrayed by his clan's vassals. He retreated to the deep mountains near the endless sea.

Even the patriarch Qing Yu, a well-known evil boy in southern Xinjiang, was abolished by Dan Hai, reduced to waste, and ridiculed by the world.

You thought this was the end?

The Son of Destiny has a fateful life.

The worse the life experience, the stronger the cultivation base.

Five years later, a strong man from the Hai clan suddenly descended and slaughtered the entire Qingyang clan.

Qingyu's whereabouts were unknown, and everyone thought that he was dead.

Unexpectedly, today, he would appear in the Xianxuanzong, which caused a sensation, and his cultivation level even stepped into the realm of a god.

However, Xu Yunzi did not expect that this young evildoer would have such a relationship with his ineffective eldest disciple.

As for Ling Xiao...

As the holy son of the holy religion, shouldn't he be strong?

"Buzz."

Between the heaven and the earth, suddenly there is a spiritual radiance soaring into the sky, turning into a divine pillar.

The entire Seventh Peak has a demonic aura sweeping thousands of miles, and the mist rises.

Feng Ruge's eyes were slightly focused, and her jade hands tightly held the cage, appearing extremely anxious.

I knew it! !

How could a man of destiny fall so easily.

The hole cards emerge endlessly, the high courts continue to rise, and the headwinds continue to turn the tables. In the end, they go through all kinds of hardships and dangers, kill the villains, and achieve the supreme reputation.

Can't go wrong! !

Qingyu, the true son of destiny.

Mr. Ling Xiao, at this moment, you are probably going to be cold.

Hey, what a pity for your peerless beauty.

"Boom! Boom!"

In the endless fog, there was a sudden sound of heavy footsteps.

It was as if a great monster from the prehistoric world had descended, breaking the entire mountain into cracks.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, his eyes were always calm.

Is this really Qing Yu's real golden finger?

Together, the great demon spirit?

This template was encountered by Ling Xiao at the beginning of the game.

It's just that Chu Yang at that time was just an ant from the lower realm, and his golden finger was only Jiuyou from the Holy State.

But at this time, the monster aura on Qing Yu's body was obviously much more terrifying, with a prehistoric aura.

Could it be that the general trend of the world, the method of converging the aura, was done by this demon soul?

"boom!"

Finally, when the fog dissipated, a hundred-foot-high demon figure stood in the sky, exuding dazzling golden brilliance.

It was a red gold crocodile covered in scales. On its huge head, two scarlet blood eyes gleamed fiercely, overlooking Ling Xiao.

Divine power permeates his body, with a barbaric and domineering momentum.

"Ancient crocodile!"

Xu Yunzi's figure descended from the sky, and standing in front of Ling Xiao, a look of shock appeared on his old face.

This crocodile monster clan was originally the absolute overlord of the ancient endless sea area.

Only later, the immortals and demons fought, and the demons danced wildly, and this family was finally destroyed in the long river of history.

For the fairy and demon clans, the crocodile clan may not be worth mentioning.

But for the holy state monks, this ancient overlord is the supreme.

"Ancient crocodile demon soul?"

Ling Xiao raised his head, looking at the hundred-foot-high demon figure, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

At this moment, he could see that under the demon shadow, Qing Yu's expression was gloomy, and half of his body had been chopped into pieces.

It's just that he didn't see a trace of frustration on his face, and even his Dao heart didn't show any signs of breaking down.

Obviously, he has enough confidence in his hole card, this little leek.

It's ridiculous, a mere demon soul, if it wasn't for the Xianxuan sect here, Ling Xiao could make it reincarnate in the same place with a single thought.