Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"boom!"

"Your vitality is exhausted, and your soul is still alive. I can send you to reincarnation, or help you keep this soul as much as possible."

A ray of inextinguishable breath of Hongmeng quietly circulated, and all the light in the entire hall was extinguished.

They are eroded by magic, but fear is the instinctive emotion of life.

This is... is there a big demon in the world?

"It's just... lord... Xiong Huan can no longer accompany you to conquer the world."

On that day, the powerful immortals descended and slaughtered 100,000 relatives of other people.

The entire ancient temple collapsed and shattered in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, all immortals perished, and all living beings were wiped out.

Of course, judging from the demonic intent on Xiong Huan's body, even if he had no spiritual power, he would definitely not be able to compete with ordinary god emperors based on his physical power.

That majestic face was obviously full of surprise.

At this moment, in the three feet of his body, a divine radiance suddenly bloomed, turning into an enchantment, blocking the sword intent.

And the originally fierce demons in front of the hall lowered their heads one after another, and crawl on the ground, daring not to move lightly.

"boom!"

Ling Xiao frowned, feeling somewhat emotional in his heart.

I saw a phantom of a demon bear, screaming in the sky above its head.

At this moment, Ling Xiao could clearly feel that terrifying coercion suddenly emanated from this fallen corpse.

The Heaven Punishing Sabre Intent fell from the sky and instantly landed above Xiong Huan's head.

In other words, he has always believed that a co-owner of heaven and earth like the Lord will not fall.

At this time, among the fairy tales, countless creatures and cultivators all looked up at the distant sky, and their eyes were filled with a touch of shock and fear.

However, a dark light as deep as the Ultimate seemed to annihilate the universe and pierced through the ages.

A sigh full of doubts, like Huang Zhong Dalu, resounded in Ling Xiao's ears.

What surprised Ling Xiao even more was that at this moment, there was not a trace of vitality on the ghost figure, as if it had fallen for many years, and could not fall down only by obsession.

But in the end...death is death, magic power is not there, walking dead.

Since that day, there has been an extra soldier named Xiong Huan in the Temple of Heavenly Demons.

"Okay, since you've decided, I respect you."

They are free and easy and arrogant, overlooking everything, but they are not the ruthless killings that the world spreads. If the demons were really ruthless, why would these demon generals be loyal for thousands of years.

Killing 100,000 immortals with one sword, this demon is the only one in the world.

Ling Xiao nodded indifferently, the magic pattern in his hand filled the air, a pitch-black ancient knife appeared out of thin air, and was tightly held in his hand.

The smoke and dust rose from the sky, but Ling Xiao's face suddenly became solemn.

"clang."

In the face of this punishment, he was extremely indifferent.

Vaguely, he seemed to be able to see countless ghosts standing in front of a majestic palace standing in the sky.

Just when Xiong Huan thought that his life had come to an end, the ancient barbarians had no life left!

"Tips for carving insects."

When Ling Xiao's palm touched the stone gate of the ancient temple, an evil spirit surged out instantly, rushing straight into the sea of ​​souls.

Ling Xiao raised one hand, and the demonic energy rolled around, and the sound of Dao Ze was incessant, and it collided with the demonic power.

At the same time, a magical power that seemed to have passed through the ages and penetrated the world suddenly fell, like a heavy hammer, and fell fiercely towards Ling Xiao's head.

"host!!"

Even more terrifying than Xing Shen and others.

The monstrous demonic intent circulated outside Ling Xiao.

Especially the magic in Ling Xiao's body is far more terrifying than the one in this hall.

All plans are for strength.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes narrowed and he saw that in the middle of the hall, the majestic figure gradually revealed its true shape.

To die, what's the pity?

In just a short period of time, it turned into a shadow of a hundred meters, standing in the sky.

See and see, those countless people who stand on the top of the sky and worship him as their master... Great Demon!

Those immortals who claim to be aloof are just as indifferent as Shinigami, given their evil names and indulge in reaping life.

Therefore, all the monsters could not resist at all at this time, and could only quietly watch Ling Xiao walk towards the temple.

"Lord!! I am the Nine Demon Generals, the Demon Bear General, Xiong Huan! I welcome the return of my Lord!!"

The ancient wild bear fighting body, the earth is the way.

and! !

He stood in the void, his eyes were indifferent, and he only asked, "Would you like to follow me... to conquer the Nine Heavens and return all races to equality?"

Ling Xiao snorted coldly, printed it out with one hand, and instantly shattered the hall door.

The Nine Heavenly Demon Generals were originally people standing on the top of the sky.

The man's face is square and dignified, with thick eyebrows and heavy eyes, and his long hair is scattered, revealing his unruly.

Therefore, when he felt the familiar magic in Ling Xiao, Xiong Huan laughed heartily.

"Lord!! I would like to accompany you to fight for the rest of my life with my remnant soul!!"

Now Xiong Huan has fallen for endless years, although the body is not rotten, I am afraid it is because the cultivation base in his lifetime is really tyrannical.

At this moment, all the creatures in the entire fairyland felt a deep fear.

"Friend?"

"The breath on your body is very familiar. Which old friend has been reincarnated by luck?"

At this time, he could feel that this tall man had a magical intent that was very similar to him.

"Who are you...?"

It was a middle-aged man in black armor.

In the crusade of Ten Thousand Years, countless people from the immortal race died in the hands of Xiong Huan.

The ghost knelt down and couldn't bear it for a long time.

Countless broken walls fell from the sky, smashing many surrounding monsters into pieces.

"You...you are..."

The corner of Ling Xiao's mouth raised an inexplicable smile.

The tall man's voice was low, without a trace of fluctuation.

"broken."

That's right.

In the past, Xiong Huan was still young. As an ancient barbarian, he was slaughtered by the immortals.

Xiong Huan raised his head and looked at the tall and sturdy figure with his hands above the nine heavens.

"Ling clan, Ling Xiao."

It's just that there is no expression in his eyes, only a dim soul light flickers, which looks very strange.

Heaven and earth cry together, all the worlds are mourning.

Now, the Lord returns.

In the end, he achieved the name of the Demon General, stunned the sky and overwhelmed billions of spirits.

Ancient times, gods.

Thousands of magic lights shot up into the sky, instantly tore through the void, and slashed down towards Xiong Huan in anger.

For, the Temple of the Devil, the bear devil general of the nine great devil generals, Huan!

The ancients punished the sky, and the immortals were punished.

Ling Xiao's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were clear.

The endless magic sound resounded, and the sky was instantly dark.

But at this time, there was no trace of panic on the latter's face, and there was no trace of turbulence in his eyes.

The Demon Bear raised Xiong Huan suddenly, with a touch of excitement and pain in his fierce eyes.

Xiong Huan roared in despair, but... less than a ray of fairy light.

Another one, the Demon Warrior.

Immortals are strong, no one survives.

But it was very inexplicable, Ling Xiao really wanted to see the prosperity of the Tianmo Temple in the past.

I saw at this time, where the smoke and dust filled the air, a tall figure stood quietly, several feet tall, even more majestic than Miyong.

"boom!"

Above the body, billowing demonic intent rose into the sky, rendering the entire immortal sky into a pitch-black color.

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, and in the next moment, the demonic intent around his body was no longer concealed, and the way of destroying the world transformed into Xuanhuang and shattered.

Even the world master of the immortal race, Xiong Huan, did not know how much he slaughtered.

Such a person, even if he falls, is enough to shock the ages.

And feeling the pure and domineering ancient magic, the tall ghost's body trembled, and the eyes of the ancient well's waveless finally brought a touch of excitement.

In Xiong Huan's eyes, a monstrous magic light suddenly bloomed.

"Roar!!"

Ling Xiao snorted softly, and the golden radiance suddenly burst into countless fine marks, which finally dissipated.

It's just that his realm has long been annihilated in the long river of history, and only a ray of soul consciousness remains, which seems to be obsessed.

Xiong Huan's expression was shocked, and his eyes revealed joy.

In the next moment, Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slashed out.

The terrifying avenue pattern covered the void, and behind it, the phantom of the demon gradually opened his eyes, revealing the vicissitudes of the ancient times in a pair of bizarre black and red demon eyes.

It is the sword of the Lord, the sword of the Lord.

"boom!"

"I came back in reincarnation and lost some memories, who are you?"