Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Mengyuan Saintess?"

Ling Xiao's figure descended from the sky and landed in the depths of the domain, in front of an ancient forest.

I saw that in the forest, Meng Yuan was disheveled, imprisoned in a place by the magic chain, and her expression was dull and empty.

For half a month, Ling Xiao would come every day to discuss the magic with her.

Other than that, nothing else to say.

Today's Mengyuan's mind has already collapsed.

I am afraid that as long as Ling Xiao dissipates the shackles of demonic energy, the saintess will be able to execute herself without doing anything.

Wei Guangzheng, trapped by the devil, day after day.

For Meng Yuan, this kind of torture was even more uncomfortable than death.

What's more important is that the God Lord is currently in retreat, which can be as short as ten years and as long as a hundred years.

And with Ling Xiao's method, what will the Holy State look like in ten years?

Hell on earth, right?

Is the stability of the Holy State really going to be destroyed in my hands?

I want to die, but I don't want to bear this sin.

Today's Mengyuan is undoubtedly contradictory and painful.

In the past few days, she has not thought of a way to break free from the shackles of this demonic energy.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the magic lock at all.

Obviously, the demon's strength has far surpassed her.

In the Nine Heavens Profound Body, Meng Yuan suddenly felt that she was like a joke.

Twenty years of seclusion, exposing the past and present, determined to protect the world and kill all the demons.

But now, she had just been born, and she suffered this catastrophe. She was imprisoned here and tortured day and night.

This humiliation made Meng Yuan feel unbearable.

"Has the saint figured it out?"

And hearing Ling Xiao's voice, Meng Yuan instinctively felt a kind of fear.

The originally numb eyes began to reveal endless panic.

"Ling Xiao, don't ask me anything, kill me if you can."

Today's Mengyuan no longer dares to ignore Ling Xiao.

Because every time she did that, she would be bullied by the latter.

Yep, just what you think.

Aren't you Wei Guangzheng?

I regard demons as natural enemies, but now, in my eyes, you are nothing but an ant, a piece of fish on a chopping board.

The starting point that is too high will always hurt the more you fall.

After all, this Meng Yuan is just a woman in her early twenties. The premise of a perfect Taoist heart is the incomparable status of a saintly woman.

Who in the entire Holy State dares to ignore the majesty of the Holy Religion?

Only me, Ling Xiao!

"Where did the Lord of God go, and why did you hand over the Holy Religion to you?"

Ling Xiao walked to Mengyuan's side, reached out and pinched her chin with a cold expression.

"Even if I die, I won't help you! Ling Xiao, you will be killed by the God Lord sooner or later, I advise you to restrain yourself!!"

Meng Yuan clenched her teeth tightly, and when she thought of her dignified saintess, her reputation was ruined by this demon, she felt a kind of extremely complicated despair in her heart.

Especially the uncontrollable happiness made her feel ashamed and annoyed and suffered.

"Haha, restrain yourself? Saint Mengyuan, could it be that if I restrain myself, the Holy Church will let me go?"

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, the coldness in his eyes deepened.

"Since it is cultivation, what is the difference between Demon Slayer and Immortal? It's nothing more than a difference in position, Saint Mengyuan, anyway, I am your man now. As long as you surrender to me, I promise to give you back your freedom. How about we come to Zhuxian together?"

"You are talking nonsense!!! The devil is in the world, the world is not allowed, the immortals are compassionate, and the world is the long-cherished wish, how can they be confused?!"

Meng Yuan looked pale, and there was a chill in her heart.

Zhu Xian? How could this day demon have such a wild vision, and use Zhu Xian as his own cultivation?

However, inexplicably, Meng Yuan felt that this remark was not unreasonable.

Born as a demon, immortal as an enemy.

For him, the immortal is the experience, the way of execution.

Even if he is kind and compassionate, can he really be accepted by the world just by virtue of this demon body?

Suddenly, Meng Yuan felt a bit of confusion in her heart.

The so-called righteousness and evil and sin are just different positions and different identities.

For example, the monsters in the northern border never dared to set foot in the world.

Why?

Because of the practice of the world, the envelopes cut off demons and demons.

But who said that there is no Isshin to the Dao and no evildoer to be a monster?

"Is that so? Heaven and earth are blessed with all things, but cultivation is all about plundering the power of heaven and earth. What is the difference between immortals and demons? Besides, the Holy Religion is in charge of heaven and earth. The people are compassionate and the people are equal, but why can't they get justice?"

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, with a playful tone.

But Meng Yuan was stunned in place, silent for a long time.

"Even if the demon clan surrenders, it seems that the holy religion has not given them the corresponding equality, right?"

"I don't care! I am a saint of the holy religion, and my duty is to kill all evil spirits. Ling Xiao, don't waste your energy, either kill me, or I will be here, waiting for the day when you are killed."

"The saint kept saying that demons and demons, you know, you also have a trace of demon blood flowing in you."

Seeing Mengyuan's eyes tremble, Ling Xiao suddenly opened her mouth and said.

"You are talking nonsense!!!"

Sure enough, Meng Yuan's pretty face changed drastically, and she was a little frightened.

"Do I have to lie to you? Now you, even the life of the Master is in my hands."

The indifference on Ling Xiao's face made Meng Yuan's eyes even more frightened.

She had heard the Lord of God mention that when she was born, her physique was mixed and she was dying.

It was the Divine Master who sealed her vitality with her spiritual power for more than 200 years with her cultivation base through the sky, and then she removed all the magazines and created her nine-day profound body.

Could it be that the miscellaneous things that the Lord said were the demon veins in her body?

But then, who am I?

"Saint Mengyuan, in fact, it doesn't matter if you say it or not. I think the God Lord must have something to do right now, or else the divine envoy falls and the holy son disappears, why wouldn't he come to Xijiang to find out?"

Ling Xiao's tone was indifferent, but he was actually tentative.

With Mengyuan's soul level, even a trace of emotional fluctuations could not escape Ling Xiao's perception.

"You don't have to waste your time, I won't believe you!"

Meng Yuan's tender body trembled, and soon calmed down.

But this scene could not escape Ling Xiao's eyes.

"Okay, since the saint doesn't believe me, then I will take you to take a good look at the true face of the holy religion. The immortal may not be the savior who protects the world, and the devil may not be as insidious as you think."

When the words fell, Ling Xiao turned around and left.

Now this Mengyuan's mood has undergone a great change.

It won't be long before she thinks about it, her Dao heart will be completely shattered.

In the next period of time, Ling Xiao intends to dry the light of the righteous path.

As a result, many speculations in her heart will inevitably come to nothing.

At that time, it only takes a heavy blow to make her willing.

"Fairy Demon"

It wasn't until Ling Xiao disappeared that Meng Yuan muttered to herself with a sad expression.

With her current situation, Ling Xiao really wouldn't make up lies to deceive her.

But, how could she be a demon?

Where did the demon bloodline on her body come from? !

For a time, Meng Yuan was in despair, and suddenly felt a little regret in her heart.

She should ask the demon, what is going on with all this?