Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Om!!"

With the character of the mantra flame, at this time, he naturally did not dare to be careless.

Especially when Ling Xiao killed Wu Kong, it made him understand that it is a very dangerous thing to pretend to be a force in front of this emperor of the human race.

Therefore, before Ling Xiao could make a move, the talisman was already lit up around the cursed flame, and his aura was rising steadily at this time.

"Um?"

Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Compared with Wu Kong and others, the experience of this cursed flame was indeed more miserable, and his temperament was more cautious.

"Boom!!"

At this time, everyone can see that there seems to be a big star circulating outside Curse Yan, making a roar.

Above his head, there is a faint shadow of a monster standing, unable to see its appearance, and vaguely can see a pair of scarlet eyes hiding in the sky, giving people endless shock.

Many dark and ancient divine marks were condensed on his skin, like some kind of inheritance, with a savage aura that did not match the age of the curse.

"You are cautious."

Ling Xiao smiled and stepped forward, a pair of phoenix wings seemed to spread out behind him, covering the cloud dome.

And the curse flame also took a deep breath, punched out the fist mark, gasified the dragon, and pierced the void in front of him.

"What a horrible smell..."

Even at a great distance, there was still a shock in everyone's eyes at this time.

As soon as this curse flame is shot, the power is far more terrifying than Wu Kong and others!

"Stronger again."

Ning Wuchuan and Xiao Ping looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

Compared to before, at this time, both the realm and the combat power of the curse flames have been greatly improved. I think it is mostly related to the corpse rot here.

"The grudge, the burial of all souls!!"

The vast death energy gathered together, and on the fist mark of the curse flames, there were even more strange faces manifested.

Like endless souls, it exudes a killing force of Ultimate resentment.

In response, Ling Xiao didn't say much. He reached out with one hand, and the phoenix wings swayed behind him. The air of emptiness and desolation began to revive, wiping away the countless dead souls.

"Boom!!"

At the moment when the two offensively collided, Lingwei shook and collapsed.

Feeling the strength contained in Ling Xiao's Divine Seal, Cursing Yan's face changed, his figure staggered back, and Bloodline was scattered on his palm.

"Emperor... peerless!"

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes narrowed slightly, but they were no longer shocked and surprised.

Or rather, they have become accustomed to all of this.

No matter what kind of opponent the emperor faces, he will eventually crush him.

Invincible in the world! !

"Hmph, I don't believe that your physical body is comparable to mine."

Cursing Yan clenched his teeth fiercely, the talisman outside his body buzzed, and with the help of the death energy here, he quickly recovered from his injuries.

The reason why he is not afraid of Ling Xiao is because of his body of ten thousand mantras, which can devour this world's yin and dead aura.

Here, his spiritual power is inexhaustible.

And no matter how strong Ling Xiao is, after this series of fights, there will be losses.

"Myriad curses seal the sky!"

As soon as he thought about it, the curse flames did not give Ling Xiao the slightest chance to breathe, and countless curse imprints covered the sky, like a ghost palace in the underworld, suppressing them from the sky.

In the land of thousands of miles, ghosts cry and gods cry.

Endless dead aura swept away, like the great fog from the ancient times, shrouding the world.

The light seemed to fall, and all that could be seen was darkness.

and! ! What is even more frightening is that under this darkness, everyone's mind seems to be pulled into the abyss, unable to struggle, falling straight to the bottom of the abyss, making people desperate.

Even Ling Xiao, who seemed to be affected by the fog at this time, did not even have the slightest resistance in the face of the dark tower that fell from the sky.

"ended."

Cursing Yan's expression was calm, and he was not surprised at all.

This ten thousand spells seal the sky is the most powerful method in the ancient Forbidden Technique under his control.

There are also hundreds of millions of dead spirits here, which can be said to be unstoppable when displayed.

No matter who they are, once they fall into it, they will be blocked by the undead conjuration and will be reduced to walking corpses.

In the distance in the sky, I saw a figure hidden in the sky, staring coldly at the battle below.

But when he saw that the Nether Palace finally fell and shrouded Ling Xiao's figure, he immediately shook his head, slightly disappointed.

only! !

Just as he was about to step into the fairy palace, he saw a ray of light blooming in the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, there is a fairy sound around the ear, like an ancient Buddha chanting scriptures, full of charm.

And Ling Xiao's figure reappeared in everyone's sight. Although he was imprisoned in the underworld, he was calm.

I saw that all around him, layers of immortal patterns seemed to fall from the nine heavens, flowing into a dazzling river of light, like a bright light in the darkness, dispelling the fog.

"Buzz!"

In the next moment, Wan Qianxiahui condensed from his palm and pressed forward, as if he could overturn the ocean.

And the gray fog that filled the sky and the earth was bound by a divine power, and it drifted away without a trace.

"This is impossible…"

Curse Yan's eyes trembled, staring blankly at the broken spell seal, only feeling a chill rising from the soles of his feet, unstoppable fear.

"Nothing is impossible, your curse mark can't trap me."

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, not to mention the means arranged by the Supreme Being, even if the ancient gods were forbidden, it was impossible to trap him with the World Breaker Talisman.

The combat power of this curse flame is indeed unpredictable, especially in the forbidden area, it is even more extraordinary than the destiny.

It's a pity that this method is of no use to Ling Xiao at all.

Although that kind of soul power mixed with the resentment and anger of living beings can easily disturb people's minds and fall into the devil's way, but... we are devils in the first place.

"No...impossible! Baby old!!"

Cursed Yan looked ferocious, suddenly shouted angrily, and the spells outside his body turned into nine chains, standing above the void.

Looking from a distance, the curse flame at this time is like a human-shaped beast, with a mighty monster.

"Om! Little baby, what's the matter?"

Accompanied by an old and empty voice resounding through the heavens and the earth, I saw the end of the nine chains, and suddenly a pair of blood-colored eyes opened, like nine heads, overlooking the earth.

"Well, have you met an opponent?"

There was a hint of playfulness in the nine bloody eyes at the same time, and finally they fixed their eyes on Ling Xiao.

"Huh? No wonder... This kid's bloodline is a little weird."

"Ying Lao, he is the emperor of the human race!"

Cursing Yan took a deep breath and shook the chain of nine talismans, making bursts of terrifying "whoosh" sounds.

"Human race? No, this blood aura..."

Jiu Dao's bloody eyes condensed slightly, and he seemed to have doubts, "Don't worry, little baby, my soul consciousness won't last for too long, let's do it."

"it is good."

Cursed Yan gave a gloomy smile, and the moment he stepped forward, nine curse marks fell from the sky, turned into nine monsters out of thin air, and bit down Ling Xiao angrily.

Such a scene is not unfamiliar to Ling Xiao, and it is exactly the same as the method of killing Xiaoying Wang Yingkong.

It seems that the strong man behind this curse flame has a lot of origins with the Jiuying Clan.

"Buzz!"

Looking at the nine fallen demon heads, a bright smile suddenly appeared on Ling Xiao's face, a pitch-black ancient blade suddenly appeared in his hand, and he slashed forward.

At this moment, Immortal Dao revived, and a chaotic mist rose, enveloping the heavens.