Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Ancient Qiankun Formation?"

Ling Xiao's eyes were light, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger.

I saw that in his eyes, there are two colors of yin and yang flowing, and the six paths of the universe are derived, which is mysterious and unpredictable.

Of course, compared to these rewards, what Ling Xiao cares more about is Ning Chuan's surrender.

Now that the situation in Qingcang is chaotic, he has a lot of arrangements in the future, and it is absolutely impossible to do everything by himself.

And a lunatic like Ning Chuan, who is naturally terrifying and yearns to kill, is more suitable to be the blade in his hand.

This journey of cutting the sky, it is difficult for one person to go to the end after all.

What's more, from the beginning to the end, Ling Xiao had a feeling that above his head, there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching him all the time.

"Master Ling Xiao!"

Just as Ling Xiao lifted his foot and was about to go to the top of the sky, there was another whisper on the ancient road behind him.

Ling Xiao raised his brows slightly, turned his head to look, but saw Emperor Shenwu walking towards the eldest princess Wu Hongshu and Shen Jingan side by side. Although his face was pale, his smile was extremely bright.

"Princess."

Ling Xiao said indifferently. In his impression, he seemed to have nothing to do with this eldest princess. She stopped herself at this moment, what was the so-called thing?

"Does the young master plan to return to the battlefield of the gods?"

Wu Hongsi glanced at Yao Guang, her eyes were quite complicated, but Ling Xiao was a little surprised.

"The eldest princess has something to do, but it's okay to say it."

"There are still seven days left, and it will be the day of my wedding with Jing'an. I would like to invite the young master to visit the Emperor Shenwu with... Yaoguang Buddha's son and the daughter of Emperor Xuanyuan."

Wu Hongsu gave a wry smile and looked at Ling Xiao earnestly.

At this time, she was a little unspeakable, and it was inconvenient to mention it, but... As that day was approaching, Wu Hongsi felt more and more, and the chill in her body could not be suppressed.

"Oh? The eldest princess is getting married?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly and nodded lightly, "It stands to reason that he should go to congratulate him, but..."

"If the young master can come here, my Emperor Shenwu will definitely welcome it, it is an honor, and..."

Wu Hongsi took a deep breath, and his face suddenly became solemn, "This time Hongsi's big wedding, my father and emperor will take this opportunity to open the ancestral land of the gods and martial arts to reward the princes and kings of all parties. With the talent of the young master, I will definitely win a seat. "

"Oh? Haha, fortune-telling or something, I don't care. I wonder if your Emperor Shenwu has good wine?"

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, but there was some doubts in his heart. This price of Wu Hong silk could never be just to invite himself to watch the ceremony.

Moreover, the way she looked at Yao Guang just now was really ambiguous.

"Yes!! Young Master, don't worry, as long as you are willing to come and make good wine, Red Silk will be arranged properly."

"in this way…"

Ling Xiao nodded lightly, then turned to look at Yaoguang, "Buddha, why don't we go to the Emperor Shenwu Dynasty?"

"Amitabha."

Yao Guang stood with one hand in front of his chest and bowed his head gently.

"In this way, the red silk will go back to Emperor Wu City first, and wait for the young master and the Buddha to drive, cough and cough."

Wu Hongsi bowed deeply, and there was bloodshot from the corner of his mouth.

Beside her, Shen Jingan immediately reached out to support her arm, took out a white handkerchief from her arms, and gently wiped the blood on the corner of her mouth.

"Okay, the princess will go first, and Ling will come later."

"Congratulations to the eldest princess, the blood-robed Hou returns to the palace."

Above the sky, dozens of soldiers dressed in golden armor suddenly came, facing Wu Hongsi and Shen Jingan towards the due east.

It wasn't until everyone disappeared that Ling Xiao frowned and looked at Yaoguang, "Buddha and this Wu Hongsi are old acquaintances?"

"Amitabha, although the poor monk has experienced in the world, he has not had any friendship with the eldest princess, but..."

Yaoguang hesitated before speaking, and his Buddha nature was rippling leisurely, "The poor monk can guess why this eldest princess invited her so kindly."

"Oh? Talk about it."

"The poor monk cultivates Buddhist supernatural powers, and is particularly resistant to ghosts and evil spirits. This eldest princess has a very gloomy aura, like a ghost but not a ghost. She is looking for the poor monk mostly for this." Yaoguang's eyes lighted. Profound, Buddha's radiance shines.

Above his head, there is a faint statue of Buddha standing, trying to suppress all evil.

"Like a ghost but not a ghost?"

Ling Xiao looked playful, but had some guesses in his heart.

If this Wu Hongsi has no luck, maybe her dark disease will have some stories.

However, this eldest princess of the Divine Dynasty is not very lucky, but there are nearly 10,000 people, how is it calculated by others?

Could it be…

Suddenly, Ling Xiao seemed to think of something, so it seems that this princess wedding may not be as peaceful as imagined.

"Let's go, go back to God's War Realm to rest for two days, and then set off for Wudi City."

The moment Ling Xiao stepped out, a golden dragon and jade chariot suddenly fell from the sky.

Xuanyuan Weiyang, on the other hand, hugged Ling Xiao's arm and went up with him.

Behind the two, Ning Chuan and Yaoguang split on both sides, walking towards the sky step by step.

At this time, Daotian Academy, on the top of the Holy Peak, saw the Daotian Palace Master standing on the top of the peak with his hands behind his back, watching the arrogance of the blue sky who were leaving one after another.

For some reason, he always felt that everything that happened today seemed...too coincidental.

From Yu Yi's expression, he could easily see that the elder who guarded the temple was by no means killed by him.

But, if it was the old demon who killed the man, how could he have only taken one of Baiji's books?

These two events seem to be closely related, but are completely independent, but overlap in time.

Faintly, Palace Master Daotian always felt that all this seemed to be... deliberately arranged by someone.

even! !

Even if the old Demon Ministry stole the demon bones that day, why didn't he have a trace of the blue dragon's spiritual veins on his body?

Who is the one?

In the heart of Palace Master Daotian, there are very few people who can have such a scheming.

And there is only one person who happens to be in his Daotian Academy with such a great talent, the young master of the Ling clan.

He has heard a lot of rumors about this young master recently.

Love righteousness, integrity and awe-inspiring.

There are both the immortal appearance of the emperor and the talent of the emperor.

But, with the experience of Palace Master Tian, ​​how can you not see that there is always a trace of deliberateness behind all this.

Of course, it is human nature to be young and frivolous and like fame.

However, all things in this world are complementary and relative.

Often, the brightest place hides the purest darkness.

This point, the Taoist Palace Master has his own experience.

only! !

Today's Ling Xiao, from the beginning to the end of the lecture hall, talked with him about the scriptures, and never left for a moment.

And with his cultivation, how could he not feel the surging blood and rhythm of the boy's body.

In other words, Palace Master Daotian doesn't believe that someone can make a mystery under his own eyes.

What exactly is going on?

"Om."

Just as Palace Master Daotian pondered, in his soul sea, a deep voice suddenly came, "What's the matter?"

"grown ups…"

It is unimaginable that, as Palace Master Daotian, there was a hint of fear on his face at this time.

"Magic bone... stolen."

After the words fell, a strong unease flashed in the eyes of this human saint, as if he had made a big mistake, waiting to be judged!