Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"But…"

Chi Luo hesitated to speak, his eyes were extremely complicated.

She understands Qingyang's methods better than anyone else.

And once they waited for Ling Xiao to lose, it would be too late if they wanted to leave.

"There's nothing wrong with it, I said, brother, I won't lose."

Bai Ling glanced at Chi Luo with a cold expression. She had no objection to this woman's past. She just didn't like people who questioned Ling Xiao.

No matter the past or the future, all regrets and expectations are all false.

Only brother, it is fate, it is reincarnation, it is the end of cause and effect, the end of time...

If he loses, in the future... who else is worth waiting for?

"Hey."

In the end, Chi Luo sighed lightly and didn't say another word.

At this time, she has secretly made up her mind that no matter what happens later, this time... she will protect Xia Chen's blood.

Three hundred years of remorse had already exhausted her physically and mentally, and her life and death were nothing to mention.

The reason why the Killing God Mark was in her hands was actually a backhand that Chi Luo had prepared for her.

Based on her understanding of Qingyang, she had long guessed that the latter would definitely do something to her after killing Xia Chen.

Therefore, long before she attacked Xia Chen, she deceived the Killing God Mark from him.

And because of this, the remorse in Chi Luo's heart is like a maggot with bones, which has been tormenting her all the time for three hundred years.

I still remember that day, Chi Luo once asked Xia Chen personally, who is more important between himself and the master of the Temple of Killing.

And Xia Chen hardly hesitated, and handed the mark representing the killing of Kamui Yan into her hands.

But in the end, Chi Luo chose the sect and betrayed Xia Chen.

Originally, she was just in pain and hated Qingyang, but she didn't feel any fault.

After all, when Xia Chen fell, in exchange for thousands of lives from the sect, she had no choice.

But now it seems that she still underestimated her feelings for Xia Chen.

For three hundred years, Chi Luo has been in pain all the time. If she believed in Xia Chen more at the beginning, just like the girl in front of her did to Ling Xiao, things...would there be other choices?

He will not lose.

In a word, what kind of deep feelings and obsessions are contained.

Great love, speechless, only...believe in him as your life.

"Om."

At this time, in the Zhenyuan Soul Realm, Ling Xiao looked at the world in front of him in surprise.

I saw that here, it is no longer the top of Qingyao Mountain, but a desolate and ancient mysterious space.

Qingyang stands tall in the sky, with a proud expression, and the surging aura around him has reached the level of the eighth rank of the holy realm.

Obviously, the mystery of this Shadow Soul Palace classic lies in this.

If you don't enter the soul realm, you will transform your soul into nine bodies at the same time and fight against the enemy.

And once entering the soul world, the cultivation of the person who clothed the world will be the combination of nine incarnations.

Fang Cai Ling Xiao swung his sword and killed an incarnation of Qing Yang, so at this time his realm was the eighth rank of the holy realm.

Otherwise, he should be at the pinnacle of the ninth rank now.

"Ling Xiao, Chi Luo should tell you my identity, right?"

Qingyang's figure descended from the sky, looking at the young man in front of him with cold eyes.

In the end, there is no deep hatred between him and Ling Xiao, all the conflicts are on Xia Chen.

And just like Ling Xiao, Qingyang has always believed that there is nothing in this world that cannot be betrayed.

"Successor of Shadow Soul Palace?"

Ling Xiao nodded and smiled lightly, looking at the soul world in front of him casually. At this time, he could feel that this space has completely blocked the fluctuation of spiritual power, and even the blood of the flesh seems to be completely imprisoned by a strange force.

In other words, fighting here can only rely on the power of the soul.

"Young Master Ling Xiao, you and I have no deep hatred, why do you have to die. Although I admire your integrity and integrity, sometimes... this kind of righteousness will hurt you."

Qingyang gave a sinister smile, and the threat in his tone never concealed.

In this Zhenyuan Soul Realm, let alone a young man in the venerable realm, even if he is a supreme powerhouse, he would dare to fight against one.

only! !

Killing Ling Xiao will do all the harm to Qing Yang.

Even with the domineering of the Ling Clan, his fate would be extremely miserable.

If the two of them can take a step back, today's farce will be completely over.

One Chi Luo, one Yu Yi, dared to be presumptuous in Qingyao Mountain, it was simply not knowing whether to live or die.

Now that the Mark of the Killing God has appeared, Chi Luo took the lead in breaking the Dao Xin oath, so... there is nothing to worry about.

Not only will Chi Luo die, but the entire Yaochi Holy Land will pay the price for her betrayal...

"Oh, what are you trying to say?"

Ling Xiao nodded indifferently, and finally set his eyes on Qing Yang.

At this time, he has fully understood the power of this soul world, so... a Qingyang with no luck, it is impossible to turn up any waves.

"Everyone knows that Young Master Ling Xiao's righteousness is unique in the world, but if Young Master is defeated today, no one will believe it... Xia Chen is innocent, and Young Master will be the one who shelters the demons, and his reputation will be ruined."

Qingyang looked regretful, but Ling Xiao suddenly smiled brightly, "Palace Master Qingyang has been worrying too much. I never care what the world thinks of me, and... I will not lose."

"You won't lose?"

Qingyang laughed in anger, and a holy majesty overwhelmed the world.

Around him, countless soul patterns condensed, sketching a picture of mountains and rivers, a map of the stars.

"You won't lose, then I will lose?"

"Palace Master Qingyang, I have a question, why did the Seventh Palace of the World Lord suddenly hide from the world? The daoist behind you should be on this Qingyao Mountain, right?"

In the face of Qingyang's divine soul oppression, Ling Xiao did not show a trace of fear, but laughed playfully.

Seeing this, Qingyang frowned slightly, and a sense of unease suddenly appeared in his heart.

only! !

This Zhenyuan Soul Realm is the inheritance classic of his Shadow Soul Hall, and it is also the real top practice method in the Qingcang Realm.

In this soul world, all spiritual power fluctuations and blood power will be completely imprisoned.

Even if Ling Xiao had some life-saving cards bestowed by Ling family powerhouses, he couldn't use it at all.

So, what exactly is he laughing at?

"Humph! Ling Xiao, you're still playing tricks when you're about to die. Well, since you're obsessed with it, I'll crush you here today and send someone to send you back to the Ling Clan!"

Qing Yang snorted coldly, and the moment he stepped out, the sea of ​​stars above his head crashed down.

Suddenly, the situation in the entire soul world changed suddenly, and the general situation was turbulent.

Thousands of stars rolled down from the sky, like a sea of ​​meteors and fire, shrouding Ling Xiao's figure with one breath.

However, at the moment when a smile appeared on Qingyang's face, a strong inconceivable flashed in his eyes.

At this time, he seemed to feel that where the stars fell, a vast and unparalleled supreme power surged.

This kind of fluctuation is so terrifying that the entire Soul Realm emits bursts of ear-piercing humming.

Then, Qing Yang was stunned to see a slightly slender figure slowly walking out of the sea of ​​​​fire.

There is a strong aura circulating on his body, and every move seems to imply heaven, making the void boil.

"How... how is it possible?"

This breath... Supreme Divine Soul! !

A young man with a cultivation base in the Sovereign Realm actually possesses a divine soul at the supreme level.

Ridiculous, ridiculous, he is simply unreasonable! !