Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Oh? Fairy playing the piano?"

Ling Xiao's eyes drooped slightly, and an elegant and peaceful smile suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Naturally, I'm going to have a look, so you can rest here."

When the words fell, Ling Xiao took out a few bottles of medicinal pills from the Qiankun Ring and put them on the bed, "There are medicinal pills here, which can help you wait for your cultivation."

"Thank you sir!"

The five women's pretty faces trembled slightly and bowed down.

And Ling Xiao pushed open the door of the hall and looked at Xuanyuan Weiyang who had been waiting outside the hall, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Let's go, let's go and see the magnificent daytime scene of the Emperor Shenwu Dynasty."

"Oh."

Rarely, today's Xuanyuan Weiyang had a trace of resentment on his pretty face.

Just because of her temperament, she didn't dare to express anything in front of Ling Xiao, she just turned around angrily and walked outside the hall.

Seeing this scene, Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, but there was deep meaning in his eyes.

The Emperor's Canon.

This Xuanyuan clan's inheritance scripture cultivates bloodline divine power.

But now, Xuanyuan Weiyang's Taoism is still shallow, and once his original body is broken, it will inevitably affect his future practice.

After all, what Ling Xiao values ​​more than beauty is the upper limit talent of these women of destiny.

Today's Wudi City is still bustling and prosperous.

I saw that on the ancient road, pedestrians flocked, and cultivators went side by side.

Of course, in order to avoid some unnecessary troubles, both Ling Xiao and Xianxia covered their faces at this time, just for a moment of peace.

"Young Master, you said... If one day, I go to war with the Qingcang forces in the extreme north, which side will you stand on?"

Xuanyuan Weiyang was close to Ling Xiao, and his jade hand was unconsciously placed on Ling Xiao's arm.

At this time, there was still a trace of sadness between her eyebrows, which made people feel pity.

"Of course... the side of justice."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly. Based on his knowledge of the extreme northern region, although that region is desolate and barren, the barbarians living in it have a long history.

These barbarians existed even before the immortals unified Nine Heavens.

Of course, saying that they are barbarians is actually nothing more than a devaluation of them by the Qingcang forces.

The so-called barbarians refer to those people in the human race who still believe in totems and follow ancient teachings.

Now that the Xuanyuan Emperor's clan was sealed in the extreme north, these barbarians are all headed by the Xuanyuan clan.

But, according to Ling Xiao's speculation, now the troubled times have come, and the world master has disappeared.

Whether it is a savage or a monster, they all have the ambition to fight for the world again.

And once the Xuanyuan family can't lead them and return to the Qingcang world, I'm afraid that after a long time, some people will be dissatisfied.

At that time, the Xuanyuan family will face great difficulties.

And the reason why Ling Xiao has not moved to the extreme north is precisely waiting for... such an opportunity.

Xuanyuanyue was her mother after all, and now she is the patriarch of the Xuanyuan clan.

He can never compete with his mother for the status of the hegemon of the extreme north.

What's more, these barbarians are rough in character, and the world does not accept it.

Even if Xuanyuan Yue gave Ling Xiao the land of the extreme north, some people would probably be dissatisfied.

The best way is to beat them.

As early as when Xuanyuan Yue returned to the Xuanyuan clan, Ling Xiao had already dispatched the dark guard to the extreme north.

As long as there is chaos in the extreme north, he can justifiably use the identity of Emperor Xuanyuan to conquer this domain!

"On the side of justice?"

Xuanyuan Weiyang held his jade fingers, his little head tilted slightly, and his eyes were ignorant. This answer is indeed in line with the character of the son.

But, the smile on the corner of his mouth, why is there a strange feeling.

In the final analysis, the word justice is too ethereal and vain on this immortal path.

All races, all sects, are fighting for heaven and earth and fortune.

Although the barbarians are rude by nature, they are also one of the living beings. Now they have been suppressed for Ten Thousand Years in the extreme north.

Could it be that they are evil if they want to return to Qingcang?

"Young master...then...what is justice?"

"I mean, justice."

Ling Xiao smiled, reached out and rubbed Xuanyuan Weiyang's head, "Let's go! This Xianyuefu is a rather mysterious sect in the northwest of Qingcang. Few disciples were born. It is said that a fairy from Xianyuefu appeared today. Wudi City plays the piano, such an opportunity is rare."

When the words fell, Ling Xiao ignored Xuanyuan Weiyang who was behind him and strode towards the central bank of the city.

"My meaning is justice... The son's meaning is... As long as I can get the son's favor, maybe when he is happy, he will stand on the side of the Xuanyuan family?"

The confusion on Xuanyuan Weiyang's pretty face gradually dissipated, and a look of joy appeared instead.

When he looked up, he saw that Ling Xiao had stepped into the sea of ​​people, almost disappeared, and a small heart suddenly tightened.

"Master!! You wait for me."

Although at this time, both Ling Xiao's faces were covered with Xianxia, ​​they were still noticed by many Tianjiao experts along the way.

The kind of immortal rhyme that permeates the whole body, it is really heart-wrenching.

At the same time, in Wudi City.

I saw a quaint and magnificent tall building standing in the center, full of mysterious wood, overflowing with ancient charm.

In the middle of the pavilion, there is a golden silk plaque inlaid with four characters, Yuqiong Xianlou.

In the Immortal Tower, the seats are already full.

Countless arrogant demons from all over Qingcang gathered together and waited eagerly.

Xian Yuefu, there are many rumors in the world about this Fang Zongmen.

Some people say that this party's Yuefu was founded by a nine-day fairy, and the disciples in the sect repaired the qin, flute, and flute, using music to channel, and the loud voice was silent.

Moreover, this Immortal Yuefu only accepts female apprentices, all of them are like immortals, with ethereal temperament and supreme cultivation.

It's just that Fang Zongmen is hidden from the world, and few strong people are born, only the disciples walk in the world and amaze for a while.

But now, just one day before the wedding of the eldest princess of Shenwu, Wu Hongsi, it is a blessing that a descendant of this fairy manor was born, playing the qin and playing music, adding to the auspiciousness.

The ancient building hall was full of noise.

Countless young Tianjiao from the ancient clan and immortal dynasties sat scattered in the hall, sipping wine, drinking tea and burning incense, with a dignified appearance.

And Ling Xiao also found a corner with Xuanyuan Weiyang, sat in front of the case, and waited quietly.

Today's Yuqiongxian Tower is full of arrogance.

Many auras that are not weak are scattered in the temple, and... they are just not weak.

In Ling Xiao's eyes, these people have no luck and are no different from ants.

Of course, most of the arrogant demons who can sit here are from the real big ancient clans in the northwest of Qingcang.

Because, today's entry certificate for the Yuqiong Immortal Building requires... 100,000 spirit stones! !

This figure is sky-high for an ordinary clan.

But for some descendants of the ancient clan, the princes of the dynasty, it is not worth mentioning.

Zhumen wine and meat stink, probably so.

"Look! It's coming!!"

The clamor continued for a long while, until a footstep sounded suddenly from the rear of the hall, and everyone's expressions froze, and they turned their heads suddenly.

Even Ling Xiao put down the teacup in his hand, his eyes were light, and he looked up.

But at this time, in a long corridor in the hall, a delicate and graceful figure came slowly.