Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"But... Young Master..."

Even though he looks young, his lifespan has reached six Ten Thousand Years, and he is the strongest in the Ling family, the fifth-rank Heaven Supreme.

At this time, he could see that in the depths of the God's Domain, the sky and the earth were green, thousands of peaks were standing, and there were endless Dao rhythms flowing, and the rules of order were derived.

And this is also the reason why he surrendered his identity and was willing to assist him.

Hundreds of millions of dao patterns are hanging down like a galaxy, and the spiritual power is vast, and the aura visible to the naked eye is surging, like a sea tide, making bursts of ear-piercing buzzing.

In this young monarch, he did see the demeanor of the world master Zeng who looked down on the world and controlled everything.

Looking at the attitude of the people of the Ling clan towards him, it was obvious that they regarded him as the reincarnation of a demon.

"Um."

"This era belongs to me after all, Ling Clan... You guys are too careless this time."

And only if he is strong enough to compete with the ancient gods of the immortal race, then is the opportunity for the birth of the demon.

"Come down, young master, please come with me."

And this is only the ancestral land of the Ling Clan, not the territory controlled by the Ling Clan.

The Primordial Ling Clan is strong, but only in the Qingcang realm.

It's just that this ancient clan was established by the powerhouse of the Temple of Heaven and Demons, and how did they escape the eyes of the immortal clan and stand so blatantly in the Qingcang Realm?

Ling Yuanxing stood on the hall with his hands behind his back and introduced to Ling Xiao.

And in this God War Territory, there are still 900 Star Territories that depend on the Ling Clan.

At this moment, both of them looked at Ling Xiao with a smile on their faces, with awe in their eyes.

Ling Xiao nodded indifferently, but there was some doubt in his heart.

Until the three figures fell from the sky, there was already a figure waiting in the hall.

The upper bound is vast, and a Madara can be seen.

After all, the word "devil" is a common taboo for the nine heavens. Although the world master is missing now, the world master hall is still the master of the blue sky. As a vassal of the clan, once his identity arouses suspicion, there will be many more setbacks.

But compared with the spiritual energy of the Ling family's ancestral land, it is not as good.

It was a middle-aged man in black clothes, with a buoyant temperament, clear eyes, and a paper fan in his hand.

"Um."

At this time, over the God War Territory, black clouds suddenly gathered, and the sound of breaking through the air suddenly resounded.

A group of supreme powers, if they were called their lords before, wouldn't they tell the world directly that he was reincarnated and his status was honorable?

And just when Ling Xiao sighed inwardly, two shocks suddenly came from the depths of the ancestral land, and they came to him in a blink of an eye.

"This is a well-known powerhouse in the Qingcang world. Zhuge Yuntian is also the sect master of the Shenji Sect. He has the talent to go through the sky and the earth. Of course, what the world does not know is that his real surname is Ling, and he is a member of my Ling family."

"It's nothing, Xing Lao, you have never understood the terror of the Taikoo Ling Clan. Although the Xuanyuan Clan is the Qingcang Emperor Clan, in the eyes of the Ling Clan, it may not be called an arm at all."

The villain, if you don't want to die, don't care about it.

No wonder the monks in the lower realm of this holy state have tried their best to cultivate to ascend, and with this level of aura alone, I am afraid that a few years of cultivation will reach the lower realm for a hundred years.

This domain name is the God Battle Domain, which is the ancestral home of the Ling Clan.

Among them, there are some famous ancient immortal sects in the Qingcang realm, who are also vassals of the Ling clan.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, but when he saw the determined look on Zhuge Yuntian's face, he immediately understood what his word "please" meant.

Ling Yuanxing, the thirteenth ancestor of the Ling Clan, is also the most familiar ancestor of the entire Ling Clan.

"Meet the Thirteen Patriarchs and the Patriarch."

The old man behind him was Ling Xiao's nominal grandfather, the patriarch of the Ling clan, Ling Cangming.

"Young Master, that dragon soul in Shengzhou, have you merged?"

Zhuge Yuntian shook his head and chuckled, and suddenly his aura disappeared, and said towards Ling Xiao, "Young Master, please."

"Lord, wait a moment, you will know later."

The nine elders and the three thousand black demon guards immediately bowed and bowed to the old man.

Among them, the heroic city is densely covered, and the tyrannical atmosphere rises and falls one after another. There is an ancient and terrifying Kamui wave hidden in the shadows, and a single strand of Qi seems to contain the rhythm of heaven, which makes people terrified.

I saw a black figure standing in the void, overlooking the mountains and rivers below.

Hidden behind the scenes, uncovering all the secrets of heaven and earth is the correct way to open this fairy tale.

Ling Yuanxing turned his head to look at the young man beside him. Although he was a supreme being, he was not arrogant in front of Ling Xiao, instead, his attitude was extremely condescending.

Ling Xiao nodded lightly, her eyes calm.

It was not until Xing Lao walked away that the expression on Xue Xiyan's face gradually turned cold.

"Sect Master Shenji is a powerhouse of the fifth rank of the Holy Realm. He has traveled through the blue sky for thousands of years, watching the rise and fall of heaven and earth, and knows a lot about the general situation and secrets of this world. Understand the realm of green and blue."

On the body of the bell, there are countless inscriptions engraved, the monster bird Dapeng, and the sacred palace Weiyue.

Ling Yuanxing smiled indifferently, "Master, please don't blame me. I don't dare to call the word "Master" directly in front of people. You should take this young master as a metaphor for the young master, otherwise I'm afraid it will attract a lot of suspicion."

"It is an honor for Yuntian to sacrifice his life for the young master."

"That's good! This dragon soul is the innate spirit, which can cover up the demonic energy on your body. As long as you don't take the initiative to use the power of demons, you will not be noticed."

The identity of the young master of the Ling clan is enough for him to run wild in this world.

Xue Xiyan looked cold and looked at the sky, "So, let alone destroying a sea-viewing city, even if it is to uproot this clan, if it is beneficial to the Ling clan, they will not hesitate at all."

It turned out that this person was just a tool prepared by the Taikoo Ling Clan for Ling Xiao to understand the general trend of Qingcang.

It's just that it makes people feel strange that at this time, the Thirteenth Patriarch also called Ling Xiao... Young Master. The three walked in the air, and on the way, Ling Xiao once again saw the horror of this ancient great clan.

North of the Qingcang Realm, the territory of the Ling Clan.

At the head, there is a handsome middle-aged man with sword eyebrows and star eyes, rich as jade, and his gestures are all natural, which is in harmony with the spirit of heaven and earth.

In Ling Xiao's domain, there are ten dragon veins.

I saw that the domain here is tens of thousands of miles wide, more than several times larger than that of the Holy State.

"Yes! Young Master."

The fifth grade of the Holy Realm, although it is not the top of Qingcang, but in the ordinary Taoism, it is also the ancestors of the elders.

Ling Yuanxing's eyes suddenly flickered, "Yuntian."

It's just that these inscriptions are not static, but constantly changing, like the rebirth of an era, the evolution of ancient times, and the indescribable mysteries.

"Om."

The splendor of Zhuozhuo blooms leisurely, encompassing the eight wastes of the world.

"When I went to the realm, the ancient fairy and demon clock in the world's main hall once sounded a warning. I wonder how you covered it up?"

Ling Yuanxing stopped and looked at the magnificent ancient temple below him, "Lord, please."

Behind him, there was an old man with white hair and a black robe with a stern expression.

"Young Master, this is the ancestral land of my Ling Clan, the God War Realm."

But in Ling's eyes, he was just a sacrifice, nothing more.

Zhuge Yuntian looked respectful, closed his fan and bowed.

"Um?"

"I see."

Ling Xiao nodded indifferently, and understood that.

"Meet the young master!"

Old Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, but in the end he didn't dare to say more, turned around and retreated.

I saw his palm wave lightly, and a golden ancient bell suddenly appeared in front of him.

Who knows how magnificent this world is?

Beside him, Ling Tu was stooped, and there was a hint of condescension on his old face.