Fantasy: The Path Of The Villain

"Then, don't disturb the senior, let's go."

"Yes, Patriarch."

Following Song Xiao's order, the members of the Song family, who were silent throughout the hall, left the Great Hall in an orderly manner, and then flew to follow behind Song Xiao.

And at this time, the unknown disciples noticed that the overall strength of the Song family who came to the Immortal Palace was above the God Transformation Realm, and there were as many as a dozen powerful people who became kings and emperors .

The powerful and mighty aura gradually faded away, and the shocked disciples also gradually came to their senses.

"...What a terrifying family, with such a lineup of guards. Brother Tiancheng, too... oh. In the Immortal Palace, the only one who dares to deal with the senior brother is the young master, right?"

"After all, the two of you have been to a duel before, and had a life-and-death duel..."

"Ask me? How would I know?! And looking at the direction they left, it seems that they are not going to the teleportation array outside..." Hearing the exclamation of his companion, the disciple on the side immediately rolled his eyes at him.

"Wait?! The Song family won't really want to confront the Su family, right? It's a good show."

At the same time, the people who were always paying attention to the movements of the Song family also hurriedly followed, intending to see if they dared to trouble the young master of the Su family.

On the surface, there is no protection from the strong, Su Yi is likely to be invited to Ji's house to ask questions this time, just like Su Linglong before, right?

....

When thousands of powerful auras suddenly descended on the peak where Su Yi lived.

Staying in the Great Hall, enjoying Wu Qingying's service leisurely, he glanced out indifferently, and then said casually: "Qingying, go and invite people from outside to come in."

"Just say that I said it, and only let the Patriarch of the Song family come in. As for the others, I will block them out."

"If they dare to break in, you don't have to stop them, just leave it to Xiaohong."

Hearing Su Yi's words, Wu Qingying, who had already stopped her hands, realized from a daze, "Good sir."

As she spoke, she took Xiaohong with her and walked out of the hall with lotus steps.

Take it easy, take it easy...Remember that you are a son, and his influence will never be inferior to all the clans outside. You just need to treat him calmly.

Wu Qingying whispered to herself while walking, trying not to be too nervous.

Although he has mentally prepared and learned about the situation in the duel field last time, the aura outside the hall is now a million times stronger than then.

No matter how knowledgeable she is, she will still be unconsciously nervous and flustered at this time.

Looking at only one door away, people feel the shocking momentum.

After Wu Qingying closed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath, she opened the door of the Great Hall with a slight smile on her face.

The first thing that catches the eye is dozens of personnel who are almost uniformly dressed, all of which are embroidered with Song characters, and then a little further away, there are hundreds of soldiers who look like soldiers standing neatly.

Although his strength is not as strong as the dozens of people in front of him, it is not something she can perceive the depth of.

And in the void in the distance, although she couldn't perceive the existence of other people, with her own intuition, she could still guess that there were already all kinds of people.

"I don't know which one of you is the Patriarch of the Song family, my young master, only invite him to enter the palace, and the rest can only be sorry..."

Wu Qingying tried her best to calm down her nervous heart, so as not to embarrass herself too much in front of the crowd, and at the same time looked at the middle-aged man headed by him among the crowd.

"Only the Patriarch of the Song family can enter. Who are you?"

After she finished speaking, Wu Qingying swallowed secretly, and even a trace of nervous sweat subconsciously oozes from her fair forehead.

"...I am the Patriarch of the Song family, girl, can I really be the only one to enter it?" Song Xiao pondered for a while, then looked indifferent, and asked knowingly.

While saying this, he also used his innate aura to force the maid who only had the Half step Saint realm before him.

As the middle-aged man stared and spoke indifferently, Wu Qingying suddenly felt a great deal of pressure, as if her body was carrying a heavy weight, which was very tormenting.

"Yes, yes, only you can enter... into the Ouchi."

Just one sentence, almost exhausted all her energy and will. Under such a powerful and terrifying aura, few people could deal with it calmly, and then they agreed silently.

After all, the strength is only Half step Saint's Cultivation Base, and the other party doesn't know what kind of Realm is so strong. It should be taken for granted under such difficulties, but it can only be forced to compromise.

Just after Wu Qingying refused with difficulty, the long sword pinned to her waist came off her plain clothes at some point, and floated peacefully behind her.

At the same time, she was relieved immediately, and then she thought of something, and then looked down at the long sword on her waist vaguely, and it was no longer there.

"Huh?! That long sword is... Since I'm the only one invited, I won't force you. You stay here, and I'll come when I go."

Seeing the sudden movement of the bloody long sword, Song Xiao narrowed his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

At the same time, everyone around at this time also noticed the long sword that she had casually worn on her body before, and it was now calmly floating behind the maid, like a guard.

Only the hilt is a brown-black color, and the rest, including the scabbard, looks like the color of fresh blood.

People looked at it, and felt that this sword was a little weird and palpitating for a while.

The color of blood is like a strange weapon soaked in the sea of ​​blood all year round. Or, it is a divine sword made by using an extremely special fire-attribute fetish.

Song Xiao was vaguely affected but had no time to think about it. Looking at the Excalibur that had already produced a sword spirit, although he didn't know its true grade, it was not low.

Being able to resist the coercion of own with just a sword is obviously not ordinary.

"Girl, lead the way."

Due to various factors, he chose to take a step back. Anyway, he was only going to question Su Yi now. If he really did it, then he would just happen to capture him alive and bring him back to the Song family.

"Patriarch..." Upon seeing this, all the confidantes or Elders beside him frowned.

After all, the head of the family is out of their sight alone, and anything can happen, not afraid of ten thousand but just in case.

Song Xiao told them without looking back, "It's okay, you just stay here, I will come when I go."

"Then you come with me."

At this time, Wu Qingying, who was protected by Xiaohong, was extremely relaxed, and she no longer had the previous nervous look, but began to lead the way naturally.

I saw that not long after the two walked in, she came out again, and then stood quietly beside the bloody long sword, waiting silently.

Standing like her were the strong Song family, the guards they brought, and the staff of the Immortal Palace hidden in the void.