We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

"The elders of the Holy Church? The first envoy?"

Suddenly, terrifying figures emerged from the void.

Before the crowd, Ling Tianlin was dressed in a white robe, frowning slightly.

That pair of deep and indifferent eyes, like the abyss of heaven and earth, makes people feel fear at a glance.

From the moment Shuirou appeared in Hantian City, he noticed it.

And given the current status of the Ling clan in Eastern Xinjiang, no one would dare to be so presumptuous, walking in the sky above Hantian City.

A fifth-rank god emperor, looking at Dongjiang, he is already at the top.

And this Shui Rou's appearance is really a little strange.

It turned out that he was the elder of the Holy Church.

Of course, if it's just an ordinary elder of the holy religion, Ling Tianlin has 137 ways to make her mysteriously disappear in the eastern border.

But she just said, the number one envoy?

Ling Tianlin naturally knew about this most mysterious envoy of the Holy Cult.

It is said that this person showed his golden face and never showed his true face, but his cultivation had already reached the peak of the world.

But, why did the number one envoy send someone to his Ling clan?

Suddenly, Ling Tianlin seemed to have a guess in his mind.

Ling Xiao! !

Now among the Ling clan, Xiao'er is the only one who is not in Dongjiang. Although Ling Tianlin has given him many protective objects, his identity is doomed to life in danger.

If it wasn't for his other arrangements, Ling Tianlin couldn't help but send someone to capture him back.

"You are the master of the Ling clan?"

Shuirou glanced at Ling Tianlin in shock. She could easily detect the several god emperors present, except for this calm middle-aged man, who seemed to be surrounded by immortality, blocking her consciousness.

"That's right! Why did the elders come to my Ling clan?"

Ling Tianlin looked indifferent, and when his eyes opened and closed, countless visions manifested.

"I heard that the young master of your clan is named Ling Xiao. I wonder if he is in the clan now?"

Shui Rou's beautiful eyes were burning, fixed on Ling Tianlin's face, as if unwilling to let go of his every expression.

She had heard the name Ling Xiao mentioned by the envoy.

Although she didn't know, how could a mere young man of the ancient race be so valued by the God Envoy.

But, we dare not ask.

"Oh? I don't know why the elders are inquiring about Xiao'er?"

The murderous intent in Ling Tianlin's eyes was suddenly sharp.

No matter what happened to the envoy of the holy religion, he never planned to let it go easily.

Now Ling Xiao's immortal journey has just started, and this land of the Holy State is just an experience for him.

Only by passing the test can we get the supreme honor.

"Hehe, it's okay, the patriarch just needs to tell me whether the young master Ling Xiao is in the clan or not. If not, where did he go?"

Shui Rou smiled lightly, and in her jade hand, a brilliant golden talisman shone brightly.

But at this time, in that Hantian City, a vassal of the Ling clan had already walked out of the clan hall and looked towards the void.

Among them, there is a thin and tall young man with a gloomy look on his brows.

"Patriarch, why did this elder of the Holy Church suddenly inquire about the whereabouts of Young Master Ling Xiao? Could it be..."

Behind the young man, an old man asked softly.

"If you shouldn't ask, don't ask, so as not to cause innocent disasters for our Qin family."

The young man is dressed in a golden robe and a golden crown. He is the current leader of the Qin clan, Qin Leng.

Now that the general situation in Eastern Xinjiang has been determined, the supreme sect will either be destroyed, or it will be hidden from the world like a misty Taoist palace.

The Ling clan is the well-deserved overlord of Eastern Border.

As his vassal, Qin Leng also moved his family to Hantian City to show his loyalty.

In just one year, the cultivation of the leader of the Qin clan has also made great progress.

Shenhou Yipin, although it can't be compared with Ling Tian and others, but looking at Dongjiang, it can be called a top monster.

Of course, Qin Leng had just stepped into the realm of the gods after a year of painstaking training based on the background of the ancient clan, and his talent was indeed limited.

"Yes! Patriarch."

The elder of the Qin clan narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally dared not say more.

And Qin Leng just looked at the many figures in the void indifferently, without a trace of emotion on his face.

Qin family?

Isn't it already destroyed?

If you can use this family, what's the point of exterminating it again if you change your son's eyes to me?

Unfortunately, he won't, he won't look at me at all.

Just because I am weak.

In his eyes, maybe feelings are really just bondage?

That being the case, son, don't blame me.

"Are you questioning me? This elder, this is the Ling Clan, not the Holy Cult! Do you really think that you can do whatever you want in my clan in the name of an elder of the Holy Cult?"

Ling Tianlin snorted coldly, but never responded positively.

With the current strength of the Ling clan, they really can't take advantage of the God Lord.

Realm suppression is really hard to break.

But even if the Divine Master came personally, it might not be able to wipe out the Ling clan easily.

He saw the sound transmission talisman in Shuirou's hand, and it was obvious that the conversation between the two should have been transmitted to the ears of the first divine envoy by her.

only!

Ling Tianlin hadn't figured out yet why the first envoy was inquiring about Xiao'er's whereabouts, so he didn't dare to reveal it easily, so as not to disrupt Ling Xiao's layout.

He already knew secretly what Ling Xiao had done this year.

This kid is really getting more and more

Mature and stable.

In this way, even if he went to the upper realm, he could feel completely at ease.

There, is the beginning of his real journey to immortality.

"Clan Master Ling's words are wrong. I'm just following orders. Besides, if the Holy Cult really intends to destroy your Ling clan, it's not me who is here now."

Shui Rou snorted coldly, no matter how powerful the Ling Clan is, they are nothing more than the ancient Shengzhou Clan.

There is a divine lord to suppress, and the word "sacred religion" means Tianwei.

"presumptuous!!"

Ling Tianlin's expression froze, and a mysterious light flickered all over his body.

An invisible force swept across the world, the blue sky was dark, and strong winds were blowing everywhere.

There are infinite dao radiance blooming in the sky, containing endless killing intent.

Obviously, at this time, the leader of the Ling clan was really angry.

Sure enough, there is a ghost, the envoy's guess is right, Ling Xiao is probably not in the clan! !

Seeing this scene, there was no panic on Shuirou's face.

Before leaving, the God Envoy Dugu had given her something to save her life.

As long as Ling Tianlin couldn't kill her with one blow, she would have a way to escape from here.

When the time comes, when you're done, will the envoy...give me the heavenly good fortune?

"Hehe, I don't know why the elders of the Holy Church are looking for me?"

Can! !

Just when Ling Tianlin was furious and about to make a move, a calm and gentle laughter suddenly came from the entrance of the Ling Clan's secret realm.

Hearing the voice, not only Shui Rou, but even Ling Tianlin's expression froze quietly.

The whole Hantian City suddenly fell into a dead silence, and a needle could be heard.

Everyone raised their heads and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw a white-clothed figure stepping up in the air, with fluttering robes, a warm smile, and colorful rays of light floating around his body.

On that handsome face, there was a touch of calmness and tranquility after experiencing the prosperity.

There are brilliant green lotuses emerging at its feet, and layers of divine light rush to all directions.

At this moment, the world is silent and everything is silent.

Only the young man stands on the top of the sky, overlooking all spirits, with a unique temperament, like a god and a fairy.