Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Xia Chen?"

Qingyang opened his mouth slightly and exclaimed in exaggeration, "Young master is really simple, Xia Chen was killed by the descendants of the ghost clan long ago, this was told to me by the lady Chiluo beside you."

"You really don't cry without seeing the coffin."

Ling Xiao turned his head and glanced at Chi Luo, who immediately understood and walked up to the powerful people in the Temple of Killing, "Seniors, three hundred years ago, it was Qingyang who threatened me with the Holy Land of Yaochi, forcing me to take a shot and be seriously injured. Xia Chen, this ghost bead is actually obtained by the third descendant of the ghost clan, the master of the Xiachen palace, and I swear by the heart of the Tao that what Chi Luo said today is true."

"Hehehe, Chi Luo, Chi Luo, you are really unchanging. You betrayed Xia Chen at the beginning, and now you betray me again."

Hearing this, the elders of the Temple of Killing fell silent again.

They actually had doubts in their hearts about what happened three hundred years ago.

However, Qingyang's methods are too cruel, and now that there is support from the Great Elder, the entire Killing Temple does not dare to oppose him.

What's more, Xia Chen is dead, but Qingyang has proved his innate ability in the past three hundred years.

Follow him, and the Temple of Killing will surely be able to regain its splendor.

"Qingyang, you are despicable and shameless. Even if you die today, I will clear up the grievances for Xia Chen."

Chi Luo was excited, suddenly raised his hand and took off a white jade hairpin on his head, crushing it.

Suddenly, an extremely cold killing force fell.

The runes condensed, the divine radiance surged, and the entire space collapsed instantly.

"This...this is...the Mark of the Killing God?!"

"Mark of Killing God!! How could this mark be in Chi Luo's hands?"

This time, the faces of the elders of the Temple of Killing could no longer remain calm.

This mark was left by the Killing God, which not only contained the inheritance of this ancient Killing God, but was also a symbol of the identity of the Lord of the Killing God.

"Elders, this mark was handed over to me by Xia Chen before his death, and now... I will return it to Xia Chen's descendants. I hope you can follow the ancestral instructions of the Temple of Killing and recognize who is the master of the Temple of Killing. "

Chi Luomei's eyes were red, she turned to look at Yu Yi, "Senior Yu... May I ask who is Miss Xia..."

"give it to me."

Bai Ling said indifferently, raised his hand and snatched away the mark of the Killing God.

She and Ling Xiao share the soul imprint, and Yu Yi and Xia Zhimeng did not dare to refute at all.

After doing all this, Chi Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person felt a sense of relief.

"Chi Luo, Chi Luo, you are still so innocent."

From the beginning to the end, Qing Yang did not panic at all, and there was even a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"If you took out this seal and told these lies three hundred years ago, it might have been possible to elect a puppet to sit on the throne of the temple master, but now..."

Qingyang shook his head and looked up at the black-clothed youth above his head, "Killing the temple is my Qingyang force, Ling Xiao, I'll give you a choice, get out, or...die."

"I promised Xia Chen that I would help him take back the Temple of Killing."

Ling Xiao looked indifferent, and there were not too many surprises in his eyes.

With Qingyang's mind and means, three hundred years is enough for him to make the Temple of Killing a sect that truly belongs to him.

And the reason why Ling Xiao spent so much time finding Chi Luo and Yu Yi was just to have a legitimate reason to kill Qing Yang and put a black cauldron on the head of the Jiezhu Palace.

As for loyalty, it's just not enough leverage for betrayal.

As long as Qingyang dies, these slayer temple powerhouses will eventually kneel at the feet of the winner.

"Ling Xiao, I heard that you have the reputation of the Invincible Generation. If you die in the hands of the Supreme Being of the Temple of My Killing, I am afraid that the Ling family will not give up. Why don't we... let's take a gamble."

Qingyang smiled coldly, he was not afraid of Ling Xiao, but that didn't mean he dared to kill Ling Xiao.

Especially now, the world master disappeared, the seven hall masters were unable to retreat, and even Xue Shaojun kept a low profile, he naturally did not dare to touch the bottom line of the Ling family at this time.

"Oh? What bet?"

Ling Xiao stood in the void, with divine brilliance and a detached bearing. At this time, his smile was quite intriguing. This villain's routine is indeed the case. He has always liked gambling.

A first-rank holy realm, if it is a man of destiny, Ling Xiao still needs to worry a little bit.

But, a villain with no luck... what qualifications does he have to shout in front of him.

"You and I fight, you lose, get out, I lose... I will give you the position of the temple master!"

Qingyang smiled domineeringly. As we all know, the difference between the holy realm and the noble realm is like a curse.

Under the holy realm, all are ordinary.

Even if Ling Xiao's combat power is heaven-defying and immortal, how can he possibly compete with him?

What's more, the means of his Shadow Soul Palace have never been used in front of others.

That is the supreme supernatural power inherited from the Shadow Soul Hall Master. Even in the holy realm, it is difficult for anyone to stop it.

"I don't care about killing the seat of the temple master. Today you... must die."

Ling Xiao's voice fell, and he stepped out directly.

Around him, the colorful mist suddenly spewed out, transforming the galaxy for thousands of miles, and fell straight towards the Qingyang.

The dome of the sky collapsed, and all the ways were in unison.

Thousands of avenues gathered with one palm, imprisoning heaven and earth, suppressing vitality.

Time, void, darkness, and raging flames alternately emerged, and in the faint, everyone seemed to see that the palm print contained an entire river of epochs, intertwined into hundreds of millions of stars, which was indescribably mysterious.

This scene is too shocking.

At this moment, even Qing Yang, the contempt in his eyes solidified in an instant.

He knew that Ling Xiao was strong, but he didn't expect him to be so strong.

The vast fallen star sea is even more spectacular than the meteor shower he took his sister to watch before.

"Humph! I want to kill a saint too!!"

Qingyang raised his head and looked at the palm print that fell from the sky, and a fighting intent gradually filled his eyes.

For the past three hundred years, he has been retreating and practicing in Qingyao Mountain, and he has never competed with his peers.

Now it seems that this chaotic world is indeed full of evil spirits.

"Om!!"

There is also a thousand rays of light outside Qingyang, and in his hand, a crystal clear sword manifested out of thin air.

Xinghai Madara Lan, transformed into a divine blade of ten thousand feet, slaying unparalleled, with the momentum of opening the sky, he suddenly cut down towards the spirit palm.

Heaven and earth split, and a thick and majestic blade swept across the heavens, smashing the countless stars.

The sky is full of brilliance, like fireworks in a prosperous world, shocking people.

At this time, even many experts who have entered the supreme realm with cultivation realm have a strong stunned expression on their faces.

terrible! !

The combat power of these two contemporary monsters is really terrifying! !

Such a state of panic, unstoppable by all enemies, is really a bit... The grand occasion of the conquest of the tribes ten Ten Thousand Years ago.

Qingyang stood in front of the hall, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and there was a hint of arrogance on his face.

Even if Ling Xiao is immortal, but... he is only a noble realm after all.

As long as he displays a little bit of the power of the holy pattern, all offensives will be self-defeating.

"Om!!"

only! !

Just when the sword slashed the stars and shattered the spiritual seal, he heard a loud sword chant at the end of the sea of ​​​​stars.

Shock the sky, the edge is eternal! !