Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

Wan Dao Demon Sect, the peak is different.

It proves that he has attachments in his heart, whether he can't let go or can't get it.

At the top of the Magic Mountain of Myriad Dao, a cloud suddenly swept across thousands of miles.

The robbery clouds above the head suddenly converged, and the dazzling robbery thunder fell from the sky.

"Congratulations, Lord!"

The rolling magic turned into a tide, rushing wildly in all directions.

This is nothing but his temptation.

That shadow is not considered a stalwart, and there is no demonic energy emanating from the whole body, like a rock, motionless.

"Oh! Where did Yun Yao go?"

It is indeed a world of great contention.

This feeling is not only because of the soul imprint, but also because of the shock of the young man himself.

Anyway, he has a lot of treasures on his body, so he doesn't use it to win people's hearts.

Xiao Tu's expression froze, and now every trace of Ling Xiao's emotions seems to arouse his fear.

Everything is calm again.

It's too calm, the young master is too calm.

"Amitabha."

As for the villain value, it has accumulated to 30,000.

"Hahaha, the master is totally disgusted, it's just that the world is dirty, why don't you go with me to the other side of Douren?"

The figures of Die Ying and Mi Yong emerged from the side, and the eyes of the boy in white were also filled with awe.

"Reincarnation and birth are the same. All kinds of sins are all calamities that I have to go through. Everything in this world is illusory, like a dream bubble, like electricity and like dew."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, judging from the Buddha nature of this demon monk, he must have been an eminent monk in ancient times.

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, he did not intend to block the wind chime consciousness.

Lightning flashes in Ling Xiao's eyes, and a whirlwind of wind quietly permeates his body.

"God will be one product."

Mi Yong and Die Ying were around him, both on guard.

"Come on, follow me to meet the demon with the three-layer seal."

But at this time, the demon monk still closed his eyes, as if he didn't feel anyone approaching at all.

What kind of monstrous speed is this? In other words, the word enchanting cannot describe this master.

Both are ancient monsters, Miyong and Dieying naturally felt the horror of this monster.

It's not a tea made by a beauty, and it really lacks a hint of fragrance.

The higher the level, the stronger the demonic cultivation, and the greater the demonic nature.

The demon monk stood with one palm clasped in front of his chest and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

The villain, how many died in Tuoda.

If this ancient glazed pagoda is not an ancient treasure, I am afraid that this power alone is enough to completely shatter the space.

It's just that there was no panic on Ling Xiao's face, instead, there was a faint smile on his face.

Did he have a plan for this?

"Since there is no difference, how can the master keep this attachment and not enter reincarnation?"

Even if it weren't for the breath he exhaled from his nose, Ling Xiao would have thought that he had already perished in the endless years in this tower.

Now his luck value has reached 6,000 points. Although there is still a gap between him and Nian Qingyun, he is much higher than most of the geniuses in the Eastern Frontier of the Holy State.

According to what he thought, these three-layer demons must have already set foot in the realm of the king of gods.

It wasn't until Xiao Tu's figure was far away that Ling Xiao waved his hand, set up a formation, and called out the system.

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, this bald donkey's mouth is very hard, but if he is empty of all thoughts, why bother talking about Buddha with him?

Ling Xiao drank all the tea and seemed a little dissatisfied.

Three days later, when Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly opened, a terrifying wave that swept through the heart instantly swept away.

"Go ahead."

"Don't eat the soft ones? Let's have some hard ones?"

"We are all a single dust for all living beings, and our names and lives are not different."

There was a hint of playfulness on the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth. He didn't expect that at the end of the story, there would be waves again.

And the real evildoer always needs the baptism of battle.

Ling Xiao sneered, all over his body, the energy of the demon surged, directly transformed into a demon, and walked towards the demon monk.

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently. Does the breakthrough in his cultivation also indicate that he can open the third floor of the Glazed Tile Pagoda?

It seems that he is angry.

And since it was a great demon from a thousand years ago, the means must be extremely terrifying.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly and walked towards him slowly.

There was a trace of golden light in it, but it disappeared in an instant.

"So, the Wangchuan clan really led the forces of Taoism to fight against the ancient Sect of the Holy Cloud?"

The seal at the entrance of the third floor was quietly broken.

Before he knew it, he seemed to be completely convinced by Ling Xiao.

"System, Wan Dao Mo Jue, add some points."

"Buzz!"

Xiao Tu's eyes narrowed slightly.

As for whether there are peerless monsters in Xijiang, Ling Xiao thinks there should be.

Gan.

After all, the chaos there is by no means comparable to Eastern Xinjiang.

"Buzz!"

"The other side of Douren? The poor monk is still sinking in this turbid world, what about the other side of Douren? The donor is joking."

It is true that the origin of this girl is too mysterious. Before she finds out her identity, Ling Xiao would not dare to reveal too many secrets of herself.

Ling Xiao held a cup of tea and sipped it lightly.

But Ling Xiao's figure had already hid in the glazed glass pagoda.

"Well, in less than half a month, it's time for Wanzong's martial arts meeting. Don't go out during this time, and study spirit art."

Now even if there is no soul imprint restriction, he is afraid that he will not dare to give birth to the slightest rebellious emotion towards this young master.

Now that Yun Shu has a thousand-year-old heritage, it has saved him a lot of villain value.

Ling Xiao nodded, and then found several kinds of spiritual materials from his body, and handed them to Xiao Tu.

Since that day, Ling Xiao threw the Colored Tile Pagoda into the Soul Palace, and Feng Chi has never taken the initiative to show up.

The latter had a look of joy in his eyes and hurriedly bowed down.

Beside him, Xiao Tu stood quietly in the distance, with a touch of awe in his eyes.

"boom!"

The monk said indifferently, but looked at Mi Yong and Die Ying with surprise.

The real body of the demon manifested, and the endless tribulation thunder package.

"Yes! Young Master, it is said that the Holy Cloud God Emperor privately swallowed the entire Yunshu Xianzong's heritage, and was beaten by the masters of the forces to the point of vomiting blood and fled."

It was a monk with a handsome face!

"If that's the case, then I will help the master to save this life, and go back to reincarnation!"

"Who are you?"

When we first met, Ling Xiao was only in Xuanqing, but he did not expect that in just one month, he would directly cross two realms and enter the level of a god general.

Except that when he plundered Yun Millet's heritage, this girl had swept away a lot of spiritual materials. So far, Ling Xiao has not seen her again for several days.

Even with the Eight Desolate Glazed Tile Pagoda to suppress, Ling Xiao had to be more cautious.

"Junior Sister Fu is retreating to break through the delusional realm."

Those are a pair of deep eyes of Gujing who have gone through all the vulgarity.

He was wearing a tattered cassock, and the bead on his chest was not golden, but an eerie white.

It's time to take that step. As long as his cultivation level has become a divine general, I am afraid that no one in the younger generation of Dongjiang will be his opponent.

But why did he fall into the devil?

Are you willing to be silent in this endless darkness for hundreds or even thousands of years?

"Yes!"

It wasn't until Ling Xiao and the three stood in front of him that the demon monk's eyes slowly opened.

Eight Desolate Glazed Tile Pagoda, nine layers and nine demons.

The endless darkness came again, and as far as Ling Xiao's eyes could see, the darkness receded, revealing a figure sitting quietly.