Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Hey, if you want to kill him, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult. Do you really need me to do it?"

Xiao Tu took a deep breath and turned to bow down to Ling Xiao.

Second, it is estimated that there is enough self-confidence.

On the basis of Xiao Tu himself, it is difficult to be his opponent.

With the temperament of this young man, he said that he would not die, and 90% of the time he would not die.

Xiao Tu's face darkened, obviously feeling that he had failed Ling Xiao's expectations.

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But fortunately, it is only the strong who seize the house, not the rebirth of the immortal king.

Ling Xiao grinned, his eyes signaled Xiao Tu to calm down, but his figure suddenly disappeared.

After all, Ling Xiao is only guessing the plot development based on experience, and can see who is the man of destiny.

"When the time comes, you can just retreat first, and leave the rest to me."

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He has no luck, and he has not comprehended the rules of the Tao. Although his realm is in the middle of the delusional stage, it is obvious that he will definitely die if the two sides fight today.

"You won't die."

I saw the outline of an ancient city gradually emerging under the white cloud and the dog.

Anyway, Qin Leng has luck on his body, Ling Xiao is ready to follow the way of heaven and give him the supreme good fortune!

Then, give them some spiritual treasures of good fortune, and let them develop their own power, fully blossom, and tie nets in many places.

"There is a kind of you cloud millet lackeys come down and fight me to the death!"

As for the reborn Immortal King, he has already experienced how he fell. How can he escape from their eyes when he evolves in this world.

In contrast, Qin Wei, the descendant of the Qin family, was relatively mediocre.

An ancient genius like him was born to be trampled on.

Ling Xiao leaned over and whispered a few words in Xiao Tu's ear, then took out a human-skin mask and a golden amulet from his arms.

"Hehe, it seems that I have to help them."

Neither the Wan Dao Demon Sect nor the Ling Clan really relies on Ling Xiao.

"Come on up!!"

"You don't have to bother the young master. Even if I am smashed to pieces, I will personally avenge it. If I die on the battlefield, I will ask the young master to hate me."

Come to think of it, even though the two major systems seem to be on the same page today. But the scope of the war is only on the vassal forces.

Most importantly, it has the power to predict the future.

At that time, Jin Yang will definitely face Qin Wei, and Xiao Tu's shot is not very dangerous.

What he needs is a group of strong people who are completely loyal to him.

"Bragging, if you come down, I can kill you with one move!"

He likes Xiao Tu's temperament.

If it is the latter, even Ling Xiao has to face it cautiously.

"Yes!"

It's just that the true geniuses of these two great traditions seem to have a fierce atmosphere, but no one takes the lead.

"Start your hands later, you will help Yun Shu's disciples kill the Qin people first, do you see that Leng Shao? Don't really kill, in the end you are like this"

"Okay, there's still more than half a month left, let's go, let's settle the matter here first, how is your cultivation of the divine soul technique I gave you?"

At this time, above the city wall, there were Xianmen disciples in white robes standing.

The city wall is only a few feet high in total, not to mention this group of clan monsters, even an imaginary person can go up with a slight leap.

And relying on the means before his death, looking at his peers, it is estimated that it is also an existence that crushes the realm.

Beneath the city wall, a group of Qin disciples dressed in various long gowns were courteous and greeted each other loudly.

"Well, Jin Yang is known as the strongest son of Yunshu, and Dao is close to him. Now he is thirty-eight years old."

Their bodies after rebirth are still their own, in other words, their luck and luck have not changed.

"Is this Holy Son Yun Millet so old?"

"Come up if you have the ability!"

"It doesn't matter, that soul sword is not complete. When I find other styles for you, you can practice."

At this time, this city wall, like a moat, blocked the footsteps of this group of devious demons and bloody battles.

The reason why Xia Chen didn't kill Xiao Tu was because the true legend of the Demon Sect rarely went down the mountain to practice, and most of the time he practiced in the sect.

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, turned his head and looked into the distance.

But that Jin Yang is a bit tempting.

Even if he were to face Ling Xiao, he probably wouldn't fall into the slightest disadvantage.

Not to mention how he cultivated.

Two thousand luck, the way of the wind, the middle stage of breaking the delusion.

Xiao Tu glanced at Ling Xiao with a puzzled face, thirty-eight years old, how old?

Skilled in means, stable in position, thin and wealthy, and fighting strength, he is also reaching its peak.

Why does the young master look so rare and strange at this moment?

"Well, no wonder he was able to kill the last young master of my Demon Sect. Dao is prosperous. Among his peers, he is relatively strong."

And 10%, mostly by himself.

But even so, Xia Chen, the son of Yuanyue, would still be the toughest opponent Ling Xiao had ever met.

At that time, heaven and earth will not be within reach!

No matter how many vassals die, what does it have to do with them.

A person who can go through reincarnation, reverse time, and be reborn in one life, must be a peerless person with great luck and perfect Taoism.

Now that Ling Xiao has an amulet of luck and plundering, Jin Yang is a good choice.

But once they make a move, it is an endless situation.

"Young Master!"

After all, the purpose of reliving the first life cannot be the current grievance, but the Qingyang God Emperor and Chiluo Saintess.

Ling Xiao sighed, the strong man took the house, no matter how badly he was injured, he would have already recovered.

Once such a person avenges this great revenge, he will definitely use it for him.

Once a war breaks out among the people of their true lineage today, it is bound to involve the foundation of Taoism.

At that time, there is really no room for recovery.

Jin Yang is not stupid, and Qin Wei is naturally not stunned.

Hearing Ling Xiao's words, Xiao Tu's eyes flashed a flash of light.

"Jianluoyin has already cultivated to the third level, but the soul sword is a bit weird, and I can't condense it for the time being."

But the cultivation base is in the middle of the delusional stage, and there are only three or two people.

"Gan, if you don't have the guts to shout, if you dare to come up, I guarantee that your father won't know you."

A group of Yunshu and Qin disciples scolded and scolded furiously.

"Come down!"

Among them, Qin Wei, who was wearing a golden robe, was standing behind the others, and his body was bright and dazzling, which faintly reflected the scorching sun above his head.

This sentence undoubtedly gave him a lot of confidence.

Ling Xiao smiled lightly.

As for the Holy Son of Yuanyue that he will face next, after all, he is going to enter the secret realm of Tianyuan, and Ling Xiao has time to accompany him to toss.

All the confrontation, all focused on the mouth.

Ling Xiao frowned and looked at the two sides who were scolding fiercely, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

How can the mind of a god emperor be compared to these seventeen or eighteen-year-old sons of destiny?

Ling Xiao gave a gloomy smile, the arrogance here is the foundation of the two avenues, and each is tyrannical.

Ling Xiao shook his head, there seemed to be a magic light flickering in his eyes.

The son does things, it really does not follow common sense.

Xiao Tu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart was slightly shocked.

I don't know, I thought their relationship was endless.

The head of the one, handsome and tall, with a majestic face, a pair of sword eyes, immortal light, is the son of Yunshu, Jin Yang.

This immortal journey is vast, and the age of cultivators is often hundreds of years old. Isn't thirty men just a flower?