Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"The thirteenth ancestor, ask the ancestor of the butterfly to come to Qingyao Mountain, which is north of Tianlei Jedi."

The eyes of the two women swayed, and after a long while, they looked stunned, "Oops! How could he trespass into my Yaochi Holy Land, the elders will beat him to death!!"

Whether it is the demons or the demons and ghosts, they are all staring at each other, trying to reclaim this world.

"Ling clan, Ling Xiao."

"Om." Before the female disciple could finish her voice, she saw Ling Xiao step forward, turning into an afterimage, and heading straight for the top of the mountain.

Soon, there was a burst of hurried footsteps behind the hall.

"Teacher...Senior sister...he's so handsome!"

Even if the Yaochi Holy Land has not been born for a long time, the situation of Qingcang can still be seen clearly.

"Hurry up, hurry up!!"

I saw a black-clothed figure standing in front of an ancient mountain, looking up at the spiritual mist gathered at the top of the mountain.

Such a person will always achieve the sole honor of heaven and earth, and will be worshipped by all ages.

If it wasn't for Gu Chaoci's birth, this Yaochi saint would be Qingcang's recognized number one beauty.

The remaining female disciples stared blankly at the shy and flattering expression on their senior sister's face, their lips trembling slightly, and they couldn't react in time.

Behind him, a young girl in Tsing Yi with a beautiful face was dazed, apparently not knowing why the dignified young master of the Ling clan suddenly called her by name.

There are thousands of miles in the void, white clouds floating.

However, this force has always only accepted female disciples, and they are all glamorous and tyrannical, so they are quite famous in the Qingcang world.

However, what is unexpected is that this Hall Master Xia Chen actually colluded with the ghost clan to practice sorcery.

"What a handsome boy!!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the hall.

When they saw this unparalleled-looking, gentle-looking young man in front of them, the chills on the faces of both of them were silent, and inexplicable haze rose up.

But these two corpse puppets should not be exposed easily, otherwise, once they are recognized, it may lead to endless disasters.

"Yes! Young Master."

Ling clan? Ling Xiao?

"Stop! Men are not allowed to set foot in Yaochi Holy Land! Those who violate the order will be executed!"

Two pretty girls in long goose-yellow dresses stood in front of Ling Xiao, one on the left and one on the right.

A demon who knows how to make arrangements with the common people is undoubtedly much more terrifying than before the nineteen Ten Thousand Years.

If it weren't for Ling Xiao, the descendant of the Ling clan, I'm afraid that when the Taoist Palace Master was teaching the scriptures that day, the human race would have been completely crushed and humiliated.

Originally, everyone thought that the two would have a perfect ending.

"It's like a fairy."

Looking at the black-clothed boy who suddenly appeared, many of the female disciples in front of the hall were stunned for a moment, and then showed a touch of shock and excitement.

Now it seems that there must be other forces standing behind the Killing Temple or Qingyang, an immortal clan that is enough to make Yaochi Holy Land dare not disobey.

"Cough cough, it's useless! Master said that men are poisonous, and they will only poison my mind."

"I don't know why the young master came today, why?"

only! !

At this point, Saintess Chiluo disappeared without a trace for three hundred years.

"Young Master, this is my Holy Maiden of Yaochi, Li Wantang."

It is said that three hundred years ago, Yaochi Holy Land suddenly walked out of a genius, with unparalleled appearance and peerless talent.

"Um?"

Ling Yuanxing's voice was extremely calm, and he did not question any of Ling Xiao's decisions.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged beautiful woman in a palace attire and a dignified face walked out of the hall slowly.

It is rumored that there is a fairy pond on the top of this mountain, called Yaochi.

And Saintess Chi Luo was even more ruthless, she did it herself, and joined forces with her best brother Qing Yang to expose this conspiracy and put Xia Chen in her hands.

I saw three figures swept from the foot of the mountain, and soon arrived in front of the main hall on the top of the mountain.

Qingyang, on the other hand, took the seat of the Lord of the Killing God Temple logically, hiding in the dark, and becoming the most mysterious and young power leader in the Qingcang world.

Today, the world is chaotic.

"Well... ah... go in, such a domineering son."

Ling Xiao raised his feet and headed towards the top of the mountain.

only! !

However, at the height of his fame, he suddenly fell in love with a young man with no background, and went through all the hardships.

"Saint? Xihua, go and call the saint."

About this young master, no one in Qingcang knows about this young master, and no one is afraid.

"Huh? Senior Sister...he...he went in."

Just when his figure appeared in front of the Holy Land Mountain Gate, he saw two graceful figures descend from the sky, holding the ancient sword horizontally in their hands, blocking his footsteps.

"It turned out to be Young Master Ling Xiao!"

Seeing this scene, the faces of the Yaochi disciples became more and more shocked, and the eyes that looked at Ling Xiao were already full of curiosity.

even! !

In the end, the young man got the inheritance of the Killing Emperor and transformed himself into the Temple of Killing, which attracted countless strong men to surrender, and the scenery was unparalleled.

only! !

"Whizzing!"

Among them, the older girl snorted coldly and suddenly walked up to Ling Xiao, bowing slightly, "Isn't your son lost? Our Yaochi Holy Land does not allow outsiders to enter, especially... men."

"What's the noise?"

You must know that in the past three hundred years, no one has ever been born in Yaochi, and it has never been involved in any secular cause and effect.

Of course, whether the rumors are true or not, there is no way for future generations to verify.

Today's Ling Xiao has proven her talent and heart.

"Who are you, you dare to trespass on my Yaochi Holy Land."

This ancient mountain, also located on the edge of the Tianlei Domain, is where the Holy Land of Yaochi is located.

Between heaven and earth, the sound of breaking wind suddenly resounded.

Ling Xiao smiled gently, and her bright eyes were bright, which immediately made the two Yaochi disciples feel dizzy, their bodies softened, and they almost flooded.

"I'm here, but... Young Master, we are not allowed in the Holy Land of Yaochi..."

Yaochi Holy Land, about this Holy Land, we have to talk about it from three hundred years ago.

In his hand, there are two corpse puppets in the realm of Heavenly Supreme Realm.

"Yes! Holy Master!"

The fairy is unique, and at a young age, she has the tendency to palm the sky.

"There are some things that I want to ask the Holy Maiden."

The ancestors of the Yaochi Holy Land were the fairies who had been exiled from the mortal world since the Nine Heavens.

But, why did this young master suddenly come to her Yaochi Holy Land?

Ling Xiao took out another syllable and said softly.

Ling Xiao said indifferently, but the threatening words that made the beautiful woman came to her mouth, and she swallowed it back.

"Can Saintess Chiluo be on the mountain?"

At the moment when her eyes fell on Ling Xiao, there was also a look of shock and doubt on her face.

The middle-aged beautiful woman took a deep breath and bowed to Ling Xiao with her holy cultivation base.

Seeing that the girl named Xihua left and returned, her eyes were quite excited.

Ling Xiao smiled, her eyes wandered over the disciples of Yaochi, but it was a pity to see that although these female disciples looked bright and attractive, but none of them were lucky.

Moreover, it is rumored that although his character is extremely domineering, he is extremely partial to his relatives and servants.

The beautiful middle-aged woman nodded slightly and whispered to a little disciple beside her.