Fantasy Data Villain

The original image of Gao Leng can't be maintained at this moment. Every time I get the sword, I will think of this evildoer.

Comparing his sword intent, and comparing his own, it's just a piece of shit.

Not only him, but other sects are arrogant, and they all feel this way at the moment.

Why do you live in the same era as this pervert, and you can't stand the feeling that you can't catch up with someone's heels.

Sadly, that's the reality, the fucking reality, and they have to accept it.

Ling Tianyu didn't even look at this group of so-called Tianjiao, and walked out of the old Dan's circle.

"I'm going to the depths of the wild land, you follow the elders, don't run around, you are the future of Tongxuanmen, and I am very sad without one."

Looking at this group of disciples, Ling Tianyu directly turned on the actor mode, and the concerned eyes were completely unexpected. He didn't put these disciples in his heart at this moment.

As a guy who thinks he is the villain and is actually the template of the protagonist, but thinks he has to maintain a very bright image.

The kind of guy who is hated by everyone but thinks he doesn't care about other people's eyes, sorry, he's not that kind of person.

"Yes, thank you brother for your concern."

A group of inner sect disciples were excited and shouted loudly.

"Elder Qian, please."

Turning his head, he said to an old elder.

"Yes, Holy Son, I will definitely protect them, old man."

Elder Qian nodded very seriously, looked at Ling Tianyu, and praised secretly in his heart.

I am convinced that my support is not wrong, so gentle without losing sharpness, sharp without losing peace, and appearance is also the best choice, Feng Shen is like jade.

What's more important is that the talent is unparalleled, such a holy son is a blessing to Tongxuanmen.

Ling Tianyu, who turned around and walked, didn't know what the elder was thinking at all. He heard this praise, and he probably felt embarrassed. Is he so perfect?

I walked all the way and continued the pattern of yesterday, just like an outing, I saw a wild beast and waved to kill.

It didn't take long for him to come to the depths of the Wilderness Land. After walking around in it, he silently killed the remaining beasts at the peak of the Holy Realm, and gained 6000 experience points.

Quite a good harvest.

"Master, your talent, since ancient times, is estimated that no one can match it. The wild beasts at the peak of the holy realm are under your hands, like ants, wantonly beheaded."

Xiao Yuqing's eyes twinkled with small stars, and she could not wait to devote herself immediately, but thinking of the master's warning, she could only forcibly restrain it.

She must wait until the son breaks through the holy realm before she can dedicate herself, which is the only value she can do for the son at present.

Ling Tianyu smiled lightly, just as he was about to say something, his eyes flashed slightly.

He suddenly looked in one direction, frowning slightly.

"What's the matter, son?"

Xiao Yuqing held a herb in her hand, looked at Ling Tianyu, and asked with some doubts.

"It's interesting from Tianmomen, with his hand stretched out so far."

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"It's interesting from Tianmomen, with his hand stretched out so far."

There was a cold smile on his face, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes.

. . . . . .

Not far away, Su Qingyu looked at a group of disciples from the Heavenly Demon Sect in front of him with an ugly face.

"Miss, what should we do? Should we withdraw?"

The Saint Realm elder of Wanbaozong looked a little ugly, looking at the Heavenly Demon Sect elder at the peak of the Saint Realm in front of him.

He is only in the early stage of the Holy Land, and it is not that any evildoer can't beat him at all.

"Wanbaozong, let go of the revival grass in your hands."

The elder of the Demon Sect had an old look on his face, and at a glance, he knew that the deadline was approaching.

Staring at the Resurrection Grass in Su Qingyu's hands, a coveted expression appeared on his face.

Resurrection grass can increase a person's life expectancy for thousands of years, and it is so attractive to an immortal like him who has reached the end of his life.

Seeing him like this, Su Qingyu's face was even more ugly, she gritted her teeth, and just about to throw the revival grass, a voice came into her ears.

"Tianmomen, it's interesting, grabbing something and grabbing something near me, it's really courting death."

"Ling Tianyu! It's arrogant, I'll let you know the difference between the holy realm and the fairyland."

Looking at this figure, the face of the elder of Tianmomen turned completely gloomy.

Without saying a word, I took a picture of it with the hand of the demon.

The inexplicable charm is entangled in the hands of the demon, and it seems that it is not a magical power, but a piece of heaven and earth.

Before he left, someone told him that his lifespan had reached the end of his life. If he encountered Ling Tianyu alone, he would be killed no matter what.

Although the Resurrection Grass can increase the thousand-year lifespan, for him, the thousand-year lifespan is just a tiny chance.