Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Destroy the World Lord, Tu Ling Clan, Gantian Divine Sect, for thousands of years!!"

In the middle of Qingcang, there is a deserted Yamanaka between Longyuan Sword Tomb and Shenwu Emperor Dynasty.

I saw a group of figures wearing black cloaks standing on the top of the mountain, with one fist raised above their heads and shouting loudly.

All of these people contain a ray of gloomy aura, and they are obviously the evil demons in the world.

And the location of this barren mountain is really clever.

Longyuan Sword Tomb has always ignored the world, the world will not be destroyed, and the seven swords will not be released.

And the Emperor Shenwu was the most expansive and supreme power, a barren mountain that would not be noticed by the Emperor at all.

"The demons have appeared, and the opportunity for the rise of our Gantian Divine Sect has come! Now, I inherit the will of the demons and come to Qingcang, precisely to lead you to unite the nine heavens and kill the gods and immortals!!"

At this time, on the top of the mountain, a tall figure with a blood-colored cloak shouted angrily, blood around his body, even his eyes were a strange blood color, and he was actually a strong man in the holy realm.

"Lord Kamui, swear to follow!"

"Okay! Hand over all the blood spirits you collected."

The figure in the blood robe nodded lightly, waved his palm out, and saw a black cauldron suddenly appear in the void.

And the black-robed figures stepped forward one by one, took out various bottles and jars from the Qiankun bag, and poured them into the cauldron.

A strong bloody smell spread out, like a purgatory on earth.

In the crowd, Chen Qingshan and Mengmo also wore black robes and worshipped the blood spirit.

After such a long while, the figure in the blood robe put away the cauldron with satisfaction, waved his hand to dismiss the crowd, and walked into the depths of the barren mountain.

"Holy baby, the offering has arrived."

It wasn't until his figure appeared in a dark cave in Yamanaka that he bowed and sacrificed the cauldron, his face seemed to be anxious.

"come in."

In the cave, a gloomy child's voice suddenly came.

A look of panic appeared on the face of the figure in the blood-robed figure, but in the end, he did not dare to be disobedient at all, and stepped into it with a giant cauldron in his arms.

"Om."

In the cave, aura suddenly bloomed.

At the entrance, it seems that the formation barrier is quietly dissipating, and the rich bloody aura is blowing towards the face, which is disgusting.

"The Holy Child."

The blood-robed saint bowed down and did not dare to look up at the figure in the cave from beginning to end.

I saw at this time, at the end of the cave, there was a pool of blood rippling with orangutans.

On the bank of the blood pool, a thin figure stood with his hands behind his back, also wearing a blood robe, it was actually a four or five-year-old child.

It's just that there was no trace of innocence on the child's face, but a gloomy smile.

"Agan, how is your practice of Pluton Art I taught you?"

"Back to the Holy Infant, it has been repaired to the third floor."

The blood-robed holy state had a humble tone, and even had a hint of panic.

Although! !

The child in front of him has not yet stepped into the holy realm, but his knowledge of the means makes the blood-robed saint amazed.

That's right, this person is the Gantian sect leader in the southern border of the Holy State.

The cultivation method he cultivated was taught by the Holy Infant, and then he was guided to ascend from the Holy State to find the true spirit of the underworld.

When the Gantian sect master flew to the blue sky, he was only the ninth rank of the god emperor.

But in just a few hundred years, under the baptism of the blood world again and again, he stepped into the holy realm. Such speed is terrifying.

You must know that in the entire Qingcang world, only a few people have become saints in the past five hundred years, and they are all descendants of the great Taoist traditions and the ancients of immortality.

only! !

Raising one's cultivation so quickly naturally has its drawbacks.

Unmoving the Pluton formula, using the dead energy and blood spirit as a guide, transforms into a ghost body and achieves immortality.

Once the blood spirit is insufficient, it will be counterattacked by the underworld, and the pain will be unbearable.

Today, all members of the Gantian Divine Sect have been taught the divine art, and their cultivation has grown a thousand miles a day.

But, if you want to suppress the backlash, you can only get rid of the pain and see eternal life in reincarnation only by surrendering to the Holy Infant and being baptized by it.

In other words, the Holy Infant is the real god in the eyes of those who practice Pluton.

The kind of pain that devours the heart and rots the bones, and the flesh and blood can not bear it.

But... there are always some greedy people in this world.

If you don't have the ultimate talent, and you want to step into the peak of the world, you can only find another way and switch to evil tactics.

"Yes! As long as you help me do things with peace of mind, sooner or later, you will come to the Supreme and become Pluton's real body."

The Holy Infant smiled gloomily, and blood lines appeared in his eyes, "Have you found the traces of the demons?"

"Not yet, but it is said that a few days ago, the demon appeared in the Tianmuye clan, and was severely injured by the young master of the world's hall and the young master of the Ling clan, and there is no news."

"Hey, hey, it seems that today's demons are no longer as brave as they used to be. This is our chance."

The Holy Infant sneered, and there was an indescribable wicked gloom on his tender and pale face.

"We have been dormant for hundreds of years, and there are already 3,000 followers. If the devil was born today and slaughtered living beings in the name of the devil, even those ancient clans, the supreme sect, would only focus on the devil, and would never think of it. We are the real demons!"

"The Holy Infant is wise!"

"As long as this Holy Infant completes the Myriad Spirit Blood Sacrifice and steps into the Holy Realm, I can use Pluton's Heart Technique as a guide to find the place where my clan is sealed, and then my blood boy will release the Ming clan, and this world of blue and blue will be completely destroyed. In the hands of my clan, you and the three thousand sects are the heroes of the heavens!"

Xue Tong Sheng Yin's tone was high, and he said such domineering words in a childish voice, it really seemed a bit strange.

"Holy Baby... If this matter is known to the devil... will it..."

The Gantian sect leader's expression was slightly condensed, and his heart was somewhat frightened.

Immemorial demons, nine days are taboo.

Although the Holy Infant's means reach the sky, and he is a member of the Ming clan, once the demons come, how can they... how can they bear their anger.

"What are you afraid of! In ancient times, my clan was also a great clan of heaven and earth. Although it was sealed by the immortal clan, the background is still there. The Temple of Heavenly Demons has already been destroyed in the long river of time. If this demon still has the strength of the year, how could it be defeated by two young people? Can the younger generation join forces to do heavy damage? If he dares to come, I will ask him to submit to me!"

The Blood Child Holy Infant snorted coldly, a domineering body like no other.

"Holy Baby Tianwei."

"Okay, let's go down, continue to look for people who are related to my Ming clan, and... tell the three thousand sects, so that they don't have to cover up their whereabouts deliberately, and collect blood spirits as soon as possible in the name of demons!"

"Yes!"

In the end, the leader of Gantian bowed down, poured the blood spirit in the tripod into the pool, and turned away.

It wasn't until his figure was far away that there was a sneer in the eyes of the blood child holy baby, "Hmph, the humble human race is only worthy of being a sacrifice to my Ming family."

When the words fell, I saw the blood robe outside his body scattered, and he lifted his foot and walked into the blood pool.

Suddenly, the blood pool surged, and the endless blood gas turned into a mist, shrouding his figure.

Above his head, a phantom figure stepped out of the sky, looking hideous.

At the center of the eyebrows, a blood-colored imprint flickered, like the eyes of the underworld god, exuding heart-pounding evil fluctuations.

"Tianmo, hehe, this life should be the prosperous world of my Ming clan!! When I take control of the Pluton seal and lead my clan to return, you will all be stepping stones for my Ming clan to ascend to the sky!!"