Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Young master wants to get that monster?"

Han Qingqiu looked suddenly and nodded silently.

As for Ling Xiao's identity, although part of her memory was erased, she probably guessed it.

Whether it was Xia Feng or Jiang Yu, how could a demon suddenly appear in Xijiang?

Outsiders don't know, but Han Qingqiu knows that all of this is just the situation laid out by the young master in front of him.

But even so, the layout must always have convincing means.

Demonic intent cannot be faked, and the great demons in this world are absolutely obedient to Ling Xiao.

So probably this gentle and humble appearance, the gentleman with immortal style, is the real devil in the eyes of the world.

In particular, his approach and nature have nothing to do with the right path.

It is precisely because of this that occasional warmth is so precious.

Calculating the holy religion, pretending to be a disciple of the gods, and killing the emperor of the dynasty, the rules of this world seem to have no restraint on him.

Free and easy, no scruples.

But the more so, the more fascinating it is.

"Not bad! The exercises I practice are related to this, so this monster is bound to be won by me."

Ling Xiao nodded, her expression always indifferent.

How could he not guess the worries in Han Qingqiu's heart.

Therefore, if you want her to do things with peace of mind, you must convince her that Ling Xiao has a plan, but it is not the way to become an immortal.

"I know, don't worry, son, I will help you find the entrance to the ruins."

Han Qingqiu played with the Immortal Token in his hand, and finally returned it to Ling Xiao.

"This immortal decree is the key to unlocking the ruins. You should carry it with you. As for the ruins, if I remember correctly, it should be in the deepest part of the immortal ruins. Hanyue Immortal Palace's inheritance method opens the phantom seal."

"Oh? Asgard's inheritance method?"

Ling Xiao sneered, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

Now it seems that the existence of this fairy trail and even the Hanyue Immortal Palace was deliberately arranged by someone with a heart.

And this caring person should be the immortal strong man in Xiong Huan's mouth.

But in this case, what role does the Holy Religion play?

This layer of fog has never been broken.

But Ling Xiao has a faint feeling that perhaps the source of the conflict is related to Ye Qingzhen!

"Don't worry, there is still some time before the end of the fairy tale. You can stay here and cultivate in peace in the past few days. When the time is right, I will come and call you."

Ling Xiao casually threw a Qiankun bag to Han Qingqiu, "There is a seventh-grade elixir in it, which should help you break through."

"Thank you sir."

Han Qingqiu pursed her red lips tightly, watching the figure go away.

However, when Ling Xiao's breath completely disappeared, she opened the Qiankun bag and took out one of the white jade elixir, and an extremely complicated look flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Like regret, like memory.

In the depths of the domain, where heaven and earth meet, and rivers and seas run through.

Ling Xiao's figure sat cross-legged, and in front of him, Xiong Huan, Xing Shen and others stood quietly.

"Xiong Huan, take them with you, look for the good fortune of the ancient temple in this immortal ruins, and kill all the remaining arrogances of the Western Border by the way."

"Yes! Lord!"

Hearing this, there was no wavering on the faces of everyone, and they turned around and disappeared.

There should be less than half of the Xijiang Tianjiao still alive today.

It's just that among these people, who knows if there are any friends Xia Feng or Mo Wuya made.

After all, there are many dangers in this fairyland, and no one will suspect him if he dies.

Kill them all, and there will be no accident.

As for the last relic, it can't run again, and when to open it depends on my mood.

Just facing an ancient powerhouse, to be honest, even Ling Xiao has to be more cautious.

In this way, it is better to improve the strength as much as possible first, and then slowly figure it out.

"Om." Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden flash of radiance.

But that white-robed figure slowly closed his eyes, like a rock, without a trace of fluctuation.

Around him, there is a faint flow of moonlight, which is mysterious and unpredictable.

Time passed slowly, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.

During this month, the originally noisy fairyland suddenly became quiet.

All the arrogances of the Western Frontier who entered this place were not spared, and all died in the hands of the devil.

In the realm, Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly opened, and around him, a majestic spiritual might overwhelmed the world.

In a flash, it disappeared without a trace.

God Hou Jiupin, just one step away, can enter the realm of God King.

Seventeen-year-old god Wang Qiang?

Once this news spreads, I am afraid that the entire Holy State will inevitably fall into chaos.

Throughout history, in every era, there will be peerless monsters in the world.

But compared with Ling Xiao, these people are still far from each other.

"It's time to meet that immortal strong man."

A ray of magic flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and with a thought, he instantly appeared in front of the Heavenly Palace.

At this time, Han Qingqiu's figure was sitting quietly on the square, with aura flashing all over his body, and his breath actually reached the level of the seventh-rank god general.

"Sir?"

Seemingly feeling Ling Xiao's breath, Han Qingqiu opened her beautiful eyes, and a smile suddenly appeared on her pretty face.

"Let's go."

Ling Xiao grabbed Han Qingqiu's jade hand, and the figure suddenly disappeared in place.

Feeling the temperature from the palm, Han Qingqiu's pretty face blushed, but in the end she didn't struggle, instead she felt a faint satisfaction.

In the past, the two had had in-depth exchanges.

But that kind of communication is forced and emotionless.

But in this short one month, Han Qingqiu has never been bored.

It's not because of hatred in her heart, but because it seems that she hasn't seen the son in January.

In the depths of the fairyland, Ling Xiao stood side by side with Han Qingqiu, looking at a mountain shrouded in demonic energy in front of him.

If it wasn't for Han Qingqiu's guidance, Ling Xiao would probably think that this was the end of the fairy tale, and there was nothing unusual about it.

"Master, the hall that suppresses monsters is on the top of the mountain."

On Han Qingqiu's face, there was inexplicably a bit of solemnity and a hint of nostalgia.

"Um."

Ling Xiao's eyes were calm, and he looked up at the end of the magic fog.

Immortal people, I don't know what kind of surprise he will bring to him this time?

"Master, with my current strength, it is difficult to break the seal. I can only open a gap for you. Be careful."

Han Qingqiu sighed lightly. With what she knew about this young master, no one could stop him from what he had decided.

So, it is useless to say more.

Rather, try to become stronger and be a useful person.

"it is good."

Ling Xiao nodded and saw that outside Han Qingqiu, there was suddenly a moonlight floating in the air.

The dazzling silver light reflected on the sky, dispelling all the fog.

A ray of mysterious light suddenly lit up on the high mountain where the demonic energy was turbulent.

Immediately afterwards, a spiritual formation covering the sky gradually revealed its true form.

Among them, there seem to be rippling mountains and rivers, and river tides are surging.

Like an immortal descending upon the gods, this Yamanaka demon will be completely suppressed.

Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed, and his figure instantly rose into the air, rushing towards a dark ancient stone hall on the top of the mountain.

In his hand, the Cold Moon Immortal Token bloomed brightly and hummed loudly.