Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Lord Fengling!"

The dream demon bowed and bowed deeply towards Feng Ling.

But at this time, her eyes seemed to flicker with a gloomy look, and then turned into calm.

"My lord! In his dreams"

"I advise you to consider the consequences before you speak. Sometimes living is ten thousand times more painful than dying."

Feng Lingci's delicate little face was filled with calmness.

It's just what she said that made the whole space feel inexplicably cold.

In this glazed ancient pagoda, not a trace of divine consciousness could escape her perception.

She was still aware of Mengcai Mengmo's momentary emotional changes.

"Yes! Your lord."

Mengmo's expression froze, if it wasn't for her soul body, her face would have been extremely pale at this moment.

"Speak! What did you see?"

"I saw a golden temple, a woman in red, and a trace of fate."

The dream demon's voice was full of fear, and Ling Xiao's demonic intent just now made her guess.

But that woman has something to do with the devil, who is she?

"anything else?"

Feng Ling stood quietly in the void, and there was a clear light in his eyes.

An indescribable terrifying general trend suddenly fell, and it directly overwhelmed the figure of the dream demon to the ground.

"My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life!! I wanted to confuse the lord just now with the woman's body, but I didn't expect to be killed by him with one palm, breaking the dream."

"Killing with one palm? Breaking the dream?"

A smile suddenly appeared on Feng Lingqiao's face, and the spirit outside of her body was exhausted, and she turned and disappeared.

It wasn't until the sixth floor of the ancient pagoda that there was no more fluctuations, Meng Mofang raised his head tremblingly, and his beautiful eyes were full of shock and surprise.

Why was Lord Fengling angry just now?

And why, let go?

The ancestral land of the crocodile, the entrance.

Ling Xiao waved his hand, took the Nine Dragons Prisoner's Array into the realm, raised his feet and walked outside the ancestral land.

At this moment, his face seemed to flash with surprise, he took out a golden talisman from the Qiankun ring, and said solemnly, "No sin, what happened?"

"My lord, someone in the western region is inquiring about your whereabouts recently. You are a young man with an ordinary appearance, and now he is ten miles in front of me."

A sinless voice resounded in the autobiographical notes, and Ling Xiao's eyes immediately burst into a ray of cold soul.

"People of the Holy Religion?"

"No! He called himself Young Master Leng, and said he came from the Eastern Border. He admired your prestige and made a special trip to follow you."

"Master Leng? Qin Leng?"

Ling Xiao's face was slightly suffocated, and he was stunned for a while, and the corner of his mouth suddenly raised a playful look.

No wonder, this first envoy is still doubting himself, it seems that someone has revealed some information to him.

"You tell this son Leng, just say that I went to the southern border two months ago, and there is no sin, you go back to the Ling family and ask your father to go to the Qin family to see if Qin Leng is in the family, if not Next, slaughter the entire family of the Qin family, and if your father doubts your identity, use this talisman to send me a voice transmission."

"Yes! Lord!"

Ling Xiao held the golden talisman, killing intent in his eyes.

At the beginning, he helped Qin Leng step by step to be the head of the Qin family, originally because of his loyalty.

Unexpectedly, he had the courage to betray himself.

Although at this time, Ling Xiao is not sure that this person is Qin Leng, but soon, everything will come to light.

But why?

If it was Qin Leng, what purpose did he do all this for?

"Om."

At this moment, in Ling Xiao's Qiankun Ring, the golden decree of the God Lord made a piercing buzzing sound again.

Ling Xiao raised her brows slightly, her eyes suddenly cold.

Is it that fast?

It seems that there must be some connection between that son Leng and the first divine envoy.

However, at this time, Ling Xiao was not in a hurry to respond to Dugu Yunjin.

Since someone dares to betray him, then he must let that person know that the gain outweighs the loss, life is better than death, and both life and name are lost. Thousands of miles of sea, waves are rippling.

At this time, on a deserted island in the depths of the sea, Dugu Yunpo stood with his hands behind his back, holding a golden charm in his hand.

"Sure enough, there was no response."

Just now, Qin Leng has sent back the news that he has inquired about Ling Xiao's whereabouts and confirmed that he has just arrived in the southern border.

But, if so, how could this young man meet Elder Shui by such a coincidence when he went to the Ling Clan?

Where is the problem?

"Elder Water."

"Lord Dugu?"

"Where are you now?"

"Master Ling Xiao and I are investigating the trace of the demon in the southern border of Shuoyuan."

"Oh, in seven days, you guys will wait for me at the foot of Xuansi Mountain!"

The words fell, and the figure of Dugu Yunpo instantly disappeared in place.

He had ordered Qin Leng to come to the southern border, and he would testify by himself. He wanted to see what Ling Xiao had to say.

Play with me, you're still too young.

At the same time, at the end of the Dead Sea, with a flicker of clear light, Ling Xiao suddenly appeared at the entrance of the ancestral land.

At this moment, he could feel the aura hidden in the sea curtain. It was obvious that Zi Yan was still here.

In other words, no matter who came out of the ancestral land today, I am afraid that the new emperor of the sea is not going to let it go.

If it was before, Ling Xiao would not dare to walk out of his ancestral land so blatantly.

But now, with the Amnesty Demon Armor in his body, he is not afraid that Zi Yan will secretly shoot him and kill him on the spot.

"Purple Emperor, since you're here, why hide?"

There was a smile on the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth, and he looked at the sea screen beside him calmly.

Hearing this, Zi Yanqiao's face clearly flashed with surprise.

With the strength of her god emperor ninth-rank, how did this young man perceive her breath?

Or is he cheating on her?

"Zihuang, if you don't show up again, should I leave?"

Ling Xiao shook his head and turned to leave.

At this moment, the void in front of him suddenly rippled.

Immediately afterwards, Zi Yan's enchanting and peerless face appeared in front of Ling Xiao.

"Haha, Young Master Ling Xiao, the month of January has come. I wonder if this trip to the ancestral land of the crocodile has gained anything?"

At this moment, although Zi Yan was smiling, there was a hint of surprise in those golden eyes.

She could clearly feel that the aura of the young man in front of her seemed to be very different from before.

It's just this difference, not only the improvement in realm, but also an indescribably terrifying general trend.

even! !

With Zi Yan's cultivation, she was a little hesitant. If she made a move, could she really kill this young man on the spot?

how is this possible?

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, even if he hides his strength and controls some trump cards, how can he withstand his own thunderous blow?

But it is very inexplicable. Although this feeling is not real, it is very clear.

Moreover, like an illusion, when Zi Yan came to the entrance of the crocodile ancestral land, she always felt that there was an aura hidden in the dark.

only!

Based on her divine soul perception of the ninth-rank god emperor, after careful investigation several times, she found nothing.

Could it be that I'm overthinking it?

"Hehe, it seems that the young master has gained a lot."

"Are you still satisfied with the gift I gave to Emperor Zi before?"

Ling Xiao smiled gently, and there was a kind of indifference on his handsome and unparalleled face.

It was as if he had never put Zi Yan, the ninth-rank god emperor, in his eyes from beginning to end.

Everything is under control.

What is a fairy, probably so.

"Jiaoren, you slaughtered?"

Zi Yan's beautiful eyes were slightly condensed, and there seemed to be three thousand thunderbolts, rushing into the sea, shaking the void and tearing the sea curtain.