Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

Thousands of miles of void, demonic energy surged, turned into long clouds, and covered the sky.

"Is it really going to die here?" A trace of sadness flashed across Han Qingqiuqiao's face, and a decisive look appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Except for her, no matter who this Mo Wuya joins forces with, the end will not be any different.

Just facing the full blow of the nine dark guards, Rao is Han Qingqiu, and there is still a dignified flash in his eyes at this time.

On the pair of golden palms, Dao is prosperous, revealing the trend of shattering the ages.

In the next moment, I saw a figure in white torn out of the sky, looking up calmly, looking at Mo Wuya, who had descended from the sky, there was not a trace of waves in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, the sneer on Mo Wuya's face grew thicker, and the hesitation in his heart instantly dissipated.

The endless silver light instantly covered up all the colors in the world.

To be honest, at this moment, Han Qingqiu felt a little dazed in his heart.

In the face of this terrifying palm, the latter's eyes immediately filled with despair.

Yuehua rose and turned into an ancient square seal, blocking Mo Wuya.

Mo Wuya smiled indifferently, his figure floated in the air and descended from the sky.

Otherwise, with the temperament of Han Qingqiu, it is inevitable that there will be no doubts.

"Dip, the daughter of destiny is moved, congratulations to the host for getting 500 points of luck and 5000 points for the villain."

Han Qingqiu, he has been sending people to surveil, Mo Wuya has no chance to approach her at all.

even! !

"Fairy Han, I'm offended!!"

Mo Wuya sneered, golden light overflowing from the palms of his hands, falling towards Han Qingqiu's head out of thin air.

And Mo Wuya's role is limited to ventriloquism at most.

The sky shattered, the clouds gathered in a radius of hundreds of miles, and the spiritual energy surged like a tide.

only! !

Interesting, these years, a leek has learned to use its brains.

And Han Qingqiu's figure was also shaken out of a distance of several dozen meters, and a strand of blood immediately overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"boom!"

But that sentence of my woman? !

This blow is enough to threaten the powerful gods! !

The cold light fell from the sky, like stars outside the sky, covering the entire cold and clear autumn.

"boom!"

It seems that the magic light is extinguished, and the shadow of the gods floats and sinks.

The secret guard is good at assassination, concealment and combined killing techniques.

The young man in front of her seemed to give her hope again.

In the entire domain, except for Han Qingqiu, Ling Xiao did not intend to let anyone go.

None of the nine demons had a cultivation level of the third rank of divine general. Although their movements were strange, they were not enough to compete with Han Qingqiu.

In other words, Ling Xiao entrusted him with a heavy responsibility, but he just took a fancy to the power of his holy words and Taoism.

"Hmph, how dare you resist!"

The terrifying killing intent is like a mighty heaven, imprisoning the whole world.

Han Qingqiu's expression froze, and his whole body was full of Taoism.

"Om."

Abandoned the body, turned into a human, and lived in the Hanyue Immortal Palace for 20 years.

"Boom!"

But today, when she was facing death and despairing in her heart, it was this cold-blooded and cruel boy who played tricks on the world and stood in front of her.

Like a falling star, it was dazzling and dazzling, instantly shattering the fairy shadow outside her body.

It's just that the strange thing is that when the nine people are surrounded, it seems like one person.

Whether he was a demon or a fairy, Han Qingqiu never really cared.

Whether she surrenders or does not surrender, there is not much difference in the end.

Above the void, Ling Xiao calmly looked at the figure that fell from the sky, and a smile gradually rose from the corner of his mouth.

As for whether this guy would betray him, Ling Xiao had no worries from beginning to end.

His eyes are extremely gentle, his white clothes are dusty, and although his body is not majestic, he is slender and straight.

But, what could really threaten her life was the way of killing that the nine guards jointly arranged.

The vast Kamui almost turned the sky over.

Suddenly, Han Qingqiu's heart seemed to have an emotion he had never had before.

With his participation, Han Qingqiu would believe that this assassination was caused by hatred in Mo Wuya's heart.

Moreover, looking at the scars on his body, it is obvious that this guy should have encountered Chutiancheng before.

At this time, Jiuwei was overflowing with spiritual light, blocking Han Qingqiu's retreat from nine different directions.

From the day she decided to embark on the road of revenge, she was destined to be the enemy of the entire Holy State.

For Han Qingqiu, the moment Ling Xiao guessed her identity, her final destiny was doomed.

But even so, when the Nine Guards' offensive fell, her figure was still shaken out, and the blood sprayed from her mouth, dyeing the azure clothes on her chest into blood, like a blooming flower.

"Dip, the daughter of destiny is desperate, congratulations to the host for 500 points of looting luck and 5000 points for the villain."

When he first met him, he killed the envoy and looked down on the world. Ling Han Qingqiu saw an ally who dared to be an enemy of the holy religion.

She wasn't afraid of death, she just didn't want to die so unwillingly.

This feeling made her feel at ease, but also a little tired.

But just when Han Qingqiu's beautiful eyes were in despair and her heart was secretly sad, there was a sudden wave of fluctuations in front of him.

What shocked Han Qingqiu was not the mighty Daoist power of Wang Yanghai on the boy's body.

Han Qingqiu's pretty face froze, and her heart became more and more certain that this is where Mo Wuya relies.

At this time, plundering luck is just making the best use of it.

The only thing that Ling Xiao is looking forward to is that if he can win the heart of this woman, maybe he can try to open the complete blood domain of the Eye of the Devil at that time.

It's just that in the depths of the magic cloud, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at the people who were fighting below.

But these nine people attacked together, but the power made Han Qingqiu panic.

"boy"

only! !

I saw flames and thunder lights intertwined into chains around him, the divine radiance flickered on it, and the rhythm of the Tao was full of rhythm.

The next moment, a terrifying Lingwei burst out.

These nine dark guards may not be as strong as this Hanyue Fairy.

The void collapsed in an instant, and space cracks spread out one after another.

Before Han Qingqiu could relax for a moment, there were bursts of harsh wind breaking again from all directions.

"How dare you hurt my woman?!"

"boom!"

He really did not impress Mo Wuya, so as not to affect his normal performance.

I saw that on the pair of golden palms, the Taoist pattern was densely covered, and it turned into a hundred feet in size, and together with the offensive of the nine dark guards, they attacked Han Qingqiu.

Die Ying is a great demon of the ages. Although he was suppressed in the ancient glazed pagoda, his realm was not there, but his methods were by no means comparable to ordinary god kings.

At this time, she was at the end of the force, her body was broken, and her spiritual power was no longer there.

What's wrong with slaughtering the world?

"Om."

There was a smile on the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth, coldly looking at Mo Wuya who had already changed his face above his head, and suddenly there was a thunderous light rushing into the sky around him.

"Han Qingqiu! You must die today!!"

This palm, she was unavoidable, even powerless to resist.

If the common people are not kind to her, why should she repay the common people?

In the end, there was only one person in her heart.

Don't say, this Mo Wuya's real combat power is not good, but if he pretends to be forceful, it is indeed a three-pointer.

Baizhang Golden Palm is like a mountain, crushing the space above Han Qingqiu's head layer by layer.

It's almost time.

Endless spiritual light gathered in one place, turning into a cold light, tearing Cang Ming apart.

Countless golden light sprinkled, dyeing the entire ancient forest red.

That figure in white clothes like a fairy, like sunlight, shone into her heart for the first time, at her most desperate moment.