We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

"Um?"

Ling Xiao's face was stunned for a moment, and the demonic energy all over his body instantly surged, and his figure appeared directly ten feet away.

"Hey, Ling Xiao...you..."

Feng Ling fell to the ground, a flash of resentment and anger flashed on his face.

"You're so daring, how dare you pretend to be me."

Over the head, a girl's voice came again.

Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked in horror at the two identical wind chimes in front of him, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Feng Ling, you...you guys, who is real and who is fake? I thought you..."

As he said that, Ling Xiao did not forget to turn his head and wipe his eyes.

Obviously, between the two people in front of him, there must be one who was transformed by that phantom.

And even the aura on their bodies is exactly the same, with the spirit perception of Lingxiao God King level, there is no way to tell the difference.

If it wasn't for his eyes of annihilation, I'm afraid he would have been deceived by this phantom demon.

but…

Since she wants to act, Ling Xiao is naturally willing to accompany her to play a bitter drama.

Feng Ling's identity is too strange. If you want to ask something out of her mouth, you must first gain her trust.

Although Ling Xiao wasn't sure if she was here before, but with this girl's temperament, how could she not join in the fun?

As for this phantom?

In this tower of gods, who is the father, is there no point in counting?

At this time, Feng Ling, who was thrown to the ground by him, suddenly screamed, kneeling on the ground as if he had seen a ghost, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"Feng...Lord Fengling, I...I..."

"Damn you."

In midair, Feng Ling snorted coldly, a small face as white as jade revealed a majesty that Ling Xiao had never seen before.

At this moment, the entire glazed ancient pagoda seemed to be filled with an indescribable strange aura.

And the black-clothed girl who was kneeling on the ground completely dissipated her demonic energy and directly transformed into her original form, she was actually a beautiful woman dressed in black.

The woman is about twenty years old and has long hair as black as a waterfall.

At this moment, she was facing Ling Xiao with her back, revealing a thin neck like suet and white jade.

"My lord... The little devil is just to make fun of this human being, and he doesn't mean to offend the adults in the slightest. I beg the lord to be kind and spare the little devil's life!"

"It's no use asking me, he is the owner of this tower, and your life is in his hands."

Feng Ling raised her head and glanced at Ling Xiao, with some inexplicable feelings surging in her eyes.

Just now Ling Xiao's nervousness, she saw it in her eyes.

But I didn't see it, this guy is quite concerned about himself.

Just now he wiped it, was it tears?

joke.

Acting, of course we are serious!

"Who are you?"

Ling Xiao walked up to the phantom demon, raised her foot and lifted her chin, revealing a beautiful face.

Although Ling Xiao had seen many beauties, none of them were as charming as this phantom.

It is a kind of tenderness that seems to be carved into the bones, which makes people unable to help but feel a sense of pity.

In the dark and cold eyes, Yinghong's small mouth was tightly sipped.

The erect Qiong nose let out a soft hum.

The corner of Ling Xiao's mouth suddenly raised a smile.

He can understand that the hostility of this phantom to him probably comes from his identity as the owner of the Eight Desolate Glazed Tile Pagoda.

After all, these big demons in the tower were forcibly suppressed by the tower owner.

"You seem to have a lot of hostility towards me?"

Ling Xiao suddenly burst into a monstrous magic light.

And the icy coldness on the beautiful face of the phantom demon solidified almost instantly.

"You...you are also a demon, this breath...you...you are..."

"This is the new lord, let's meet you soon."

Mi Yong's figure came from the side and looked at the phantom under his feet coldly.

"Chaos Demon Ape! Sure enough, it's you, you... aren't you sealed in a layer?"

"Hmph, follow the Lord and you will naturally be free."

Mi Yong snorted coldly, his figure shrank again, turned into a human figure, and stood beside Ling Xiao.

"Illusory Demons, meet the Lord!"

The phantom didn't hesitate at all, with a solemn expression on his face, he bowed directly to Ling Xiao.

But at this time, there seemed to be a trace of confusion on her face, and she secretly looked at Feng Ling, and there was some confusion in her eyes.

"It's boring."

Feng Ling pouted and glanced at Die Ying hatefully, and the figure disappeared instantly.

"Get up, where's the seal on your body?"

Ling Xiao frowned and looked at the woman in front of him. He still remembered that when he first met Mi Yong, the latter had four shackles of fear on his body.

Why doesn't this phantom have it?

"Lord, here it is."

Die Ying gave a wry smile, stretched out his hand and tore off the shirt on his chest, revealing a snow-white stalwart.

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"Gollum."

Ling Xiao swallowed hard, leaned in front of Die Ying, and looked down at an ancient rune on her chest.

The color of the pattern is a strange blood red, like a lotus, flashing with orangutan light from time to time.

"What a weird rune."

Ling Xiao's face gradually became solemn, and he stretched out his hand to cover Die Ying's chest, carefully feeling the delicate softness.

"A little numb

Annoying. "

Die Ying was stunned as he watched Ling Xiao's palms keep changing positions, sometimes rubbing them lightly, sometimes clenching them tightly. His pretty face was already flushed red.

But at this time, the Lord's expression revealed a solemn expression, apparently trying to find a way to help her break the seal.

"Lord... Lord..."

"Well, it's very big, very white... not... very old, very tricky, but it won't bother me, please bear with me."

Ling Xiao took a deep breath and swallowed the magic light in his hands, but Die Ying only felt that his whole body was soaked by a magic energy, and the spiritual power that was originally sealed was gradually surging.

"boom!!"

The monstrous magic light rises into the sky.

Die Ying raised his head to the sky and let out a scream, and his beautiful eyes were filled with the joy of regaining his freedom.

"Nine Ranks of God Marquis?"

Ling Xiao glanced at Die Ying with some surprise. Originally, he thought that the second layer of seal must be a great demon of the king realm.

Unexpectedly, the cultivation base of this stack of shadows is still in the realm of gods.

However, Ling Xiao was relieved when he thought of the illusion she just performed.

Her strength is far more than it looks on the surface.

"You know that little girl just now?"

Ling Xiao suddenly remembered the fear of overlapping shadows before, and asked curiously.

"Lord, I only know that her name is Feng Ling, and I don't know anything else."

"Then why are you so afraid of her?"

"She often comes here to have fun with me. The breath on her body seems to be able to suppress the magic in me."

A flash of fear flashed in Die Ying's eyes, and it was obvious that he suffered a lot in Feng Ling's hands.

"Forget it, it seems that we still have to go to the ninth floor to see clearly."

Ling Xiao raised his head and glanced at Void, "You two can practice in the tower by yourself on weekdays, but you cannot leave the tower."

"Yes! Lord!"

Mi Yong and Die Ying bowed and bowed, and when they looked up again, Ling Xiao was no longer in front of them.

at the same time.

In the Ling clan temple.

Ling Tianlin sat on the golden chair in the hall, and the eight old men below were lined up on either side.

On the other hand, Ling Tian and several handsome young Ling people stood respectfully in the hall.

"Patriarch, it's almost noon, and Young Master Ling Xiao hasn't come yet. Could it be that we have to wait like this?"

He smiled lightly for the first gray-haired old man.

At this time, although his tone was respectful, the deep meaning in it was self-evident.

"That's right, Young Master Ling Xiao is so big!"

Suddenly, someone in the hall responded in kind.

"Patriarch, I don't think we need to wait. We are not optimistic about Ling Xiao's position as heir, why don't we just choose one of them?"

"Yeah, Ling Xiao is too arrogant and rude. My Ling family has been passed down for thousands of years. How can there be such a disrespectful descendant!"

"It's very, very, very good. I think Ling Rui, the grandson of the old clan, is very good. He is already at the peak of Xuanqing's cultivation at a young age. He is simple and gentle, and honest and honest. Such a talented young man is my Ling Rui. The future of the clan."

The eight clan elders were at odds with each other, and it was rare for them to unify their positions.

"Old clan elders, I think it's better to wait for my elder brother. After all, he is the eldest son of the Ling family's current direct line. It is inappropriate for him not to come."

At this moment, Ling Tian suddenly took a step forward and laughed softly.

"Xiaotian...you...you..."

Many clan elders looked at His Highness's straight, calm-eyed youth, and their faces were all stunned.

When did this guy want to speak for Ling Xiao?

The relationship between the two brothers... when did the turning point occur?

Although no one from the Ling family knew what happened back then.

But Xuanyuanyue suddenly left the Ling clan, and Ling Tian was deposed overnight, there was something weird about it.