We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

Chapter 1567: God Festival

Ling Xiao put his hands behind his back, stood in the void, and looked at the figure that disappeared into the distance.

There was no expression on his face at this time.

In this place where the devil was buried, he was not as worried as the outside world.

Here, this is the paradise of demons, the home of the dead.

With his current combat strength, it is difficult for any contemporary person to survive the three breaths, except for those few Qingcang sequences.

And the so-called six little overlords are just a joke in Ling Xiao's eyes.

The corpse **** festival, such a grand event, he naturally won't miss it.

However, it is too troublesome to hit a small one and come out an old one.

After all, this little thing is basically a matter of Ling Xiao's punch. The time to kill him is not as good as waiting for the time for the ancestors to pretend to be on the stage.

Therefore, he called the corpse of the Hui people, and called the corpse gods together, or...all smashed them together.

The dark forbidden area must be jointly opened by the six hegemonic clans.

And this time, Ling Xiao intends to go on behalf of the corpse clan. I guess... the ancestors of the corpse clan will surely cry with joy?

What? The corpse clan has a young master and heirs, and the number of places is limited?

Then kill them all, okay?

"Son."

It wasn't until Lan Yue's voice came from behind that Ling Xiao turned to look.

But at this moment, there was a fear hidden in this girl's eyes.

This is the real fear of strength.

In the eyes of Lan Yue before, Ling Xiao was a monster from the outside world, with a distinguished status and terrifying strength.

But now, in Lan Yue's eyes, Ling Xiao is already comparable to the six major overlords.

Even the heirs of the hegemonic clan could not compete with the son at all.

A contemporary person, comparable to the lord of the hegemonic clan.

What a splendid look is this?

Looking at the Demon Burial Land for hundreds of thousands of years, no one could do it.

"I'm going to the corpse mountain."

Ling Xiao's tone was indifferent, and he did not intend to take Lan Yue with him.

After all, this time he faced the Corpse God Clan, one of the six hegemonic clans.

Blue Moon went with him, he could not guarantee to protect her life during the war.

"I'll lead the way for the son!"

However, to Ling Xiao's surprise, Lan Yue bowed slightly and had no intention of leaving.

"Huh? Aren't you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid, with Young Master here, even those creatures in the dark forbidden area are not enough to make Lan Yue shrink back."

Lan Yue smiled calmly, without any fear, even if she died...for a demon like her, it would be worth it.

In the past two days alone, the waves that Lan Yue has experienced are already magnificent.

After all, this immortal journey became splendid because of the encounter with the son.

In the past, Lan Yue, all day long, was just escaping from pursuit and raising her realm as much as possible.

But after seeing Ling Xiao's aura that really dominates the Nine Heavens and who is fighting for the front, she was shocked by a contemporary person who could have such a powerful fighting force, and also yearned to stand behind him and look at the wider world.

For Ling Xiao, Lan Yue did not dare to give birth to a trace of greed.

Because she doesn't deserve it at all.

Even the most beautiful desolate saint in the Demon Burial Land is not worthy of this exiled son.

"Let's go."

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, and without saying a word, walked towards Yuankong Xing.

It's just that at this time, his speed is not fast, and he traveled with Lan Yue all the way to the north, but he learned a lot of interesting anecdotes.

According to Ling Xiao's guess, if his grandfather was still alive, he would most likely be in the dark forbidden area now.

And most of the tombs of the Desolate Demon Lord are also here.

From Lan Yue's mouth, Ling Xiao also learned some secrets about the six major clans.

When the grandfather stepped into the devil land, he used his own strength to fight the ancestors of the six clans.

And since that war, the ancestors of the six hegemonic clans have never appeared again.

"The corpse **** sacrifice, isn't the corpse **** sacrificed to be the ancestor of this family?"

Ling Xiao's eyes were indifferent, not too surprised.

The Xuanyuan family, after all, is the bloodline of the emperor of the human race, even if it is in decline now, the pure blood of the emperor is still flowing.

Since his grandfather dared to come to this demon land alone, his cultivation must not be easy.

Fighting against the ancestors of the six hegemonic clans makes people feel excited when they think about it.

"Yes, but... Young Master, no one has seen the corpse god, because the creatures who have seen him are all dead."

Lan Yue said softly, but Ling Xiao raised a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Now it seems that these six great ancestors were either killed by their grandfather, or they were seriously injured and have been in retreat.

But no matter what kind of possibility, it is harmless to Ling Xiao.

"Let's go and see this corpse god."

After the words fell, Ling Xiao did not hesitate any longer, and headed towards the center of the Northland at a high speed.

At this time, Qingcang Realm, on a majestic ancient mountain.

I saw a blue-clothed young man standing with his hands behind his back, looking towards the extreme north.

On its shoulders, a civet cat quietly crouched, as if sleeping.

"Sir, the Shi family has sent news that Shi Yi's life card... is broken."

"Oh."

Hearing this, the civet cat slowly opened its eyes, revealing a pair of dark golden eyes that were filled with infinite divinity.

He didn't seem surprised at all by this result.

"Sir... You didn't say..."

"Man's fate is often changed by one decision. I gave him a path, but he insisted on a different path, and the outcome was unpredictable."

The civet cat's tone was indifferent, and his eyes were deep.

"But... my lord... you..."

The blue-clothed youth was hesitant to say anything, the power of adults can spy on ancient and modern, and judge Yin and Yang.

It was impossible for him not to see Shi Yi's fate, but he still guided him to the place where the devil was buried.

Could it be that... the adults have other meanings?

"When there is no light in the world, it is better to let the eternal night fall. Only in this way... all living beings will yearn for true light, otherwise, they will only be deceived by illusions forever."

The civet cat was inexplicable, closed his eyes again, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Where there is darkness, there is light.

Northland Central.

"What! This outsider is simply dead and alive!"

Zombie Wujie was furious, and the whole body was full of corpse energy.

However, at this time, there was not only anger in his eyes, but also a gloomy and solemn streak.

"You said that boy, two fists smashed the golden corpse?!"

"Yes! Young Master, if there is half a lie in Zili, let me fall in place!"

"boom!"

At the moment when Zili's voice fell, I saw that his head... exploded directly.

"This…"

Black blood spurted out, splashing the corpse's face, which instantly made him look angry and fell into silence.

He naturally knew the strength of the golden corpse very well.

The peak of the holy realm is comparable to the supreme body.

If what Shi Lei said was true, the young man really shattered the golden corpse with two punches.

Then, even if he casts the Holy Body, he may not be able to crush it.

Of course, if you want to kill a golden corpse without intelligence, you don't need to spend too much means by means of corpse without disaster.

However, two punches are still a bit too exaggerated.

It seems that it is not a weak opponent.

"Since you die yourself, then I will not disappoint you."

Zhi Wujie took a deep breath, raised his feet and walked outside the hall.

The sacrifice of the corpse **** has attracted much attention.

At this juncture, the majesty of his corpse protoss certainly does not allow anyone's provocation.