Fantasy: The Path Of The Villain

Following the order of the young man in charge, the figure hidden in the nearby shadow quickly disappeared. Only a few Daoist shadows remained indifferent in place.

"For the rest of you, please keep an eye on the ancestors of the Ling family, isn't that a problem?" With a faint smile on his face, the young man calmly glanced around the five figures of different ages and genders in front of him.

Among these five people, there are teenagers who look only 15 or 16 years old, and there are also old men or women in their seventies and eighties.

At the same time, among the people who stayed behind, there were several familiar faces. If Su Yi or Wu Qingying were here at this time, they would definitely be able to recognize two or three people at a glance.

"Since the heir is giving orders, the old man should be respectful rather than obedient." Among the five people, the old woman was the backbone, and the old woman nodded to the young man.

When she revealed the young man's identity, even though the other four seemed not to be paying attention, they were all looking at the young man right now.

After all, who told him that he was the weakest among the crowd, but the few of them had to obey him.

"Hey, I'm sorry to trouble Granny Ding. With you here, the Ling family will be within easy reach, and I'm much more at ease..."

Looking at the extremely polite young man, the old woman named Granny Ding looked flat, leaning on a cane and chuckling, "This is what we should do."

"...you guys, why don't you do it now?" At this time, she turned sideways and glanced at the remaining four people with her calm but intimidating eyes.

Just a brief glance, the four of them instantly felt great pressure, and an inexplicable and powerful momentum was exerted on their hearts invisibly.

"Yes, Mrs. Ding." Immediately afterwards, they were no longer lazy and responded quickly with different expressions. After speaking, the figures of the few people flickered, and they turned into a shadow and left here, heading for the Ling family covered by auspicious clouds thousands of miles away.

In the end, only the old woman, Granny Ding, and "Qin Li", whom they called the successor, remained here.

"By the way, Ding Po, if that Supreme from the Ling family is still alive, they probably won't be able to deal with it." After the four of them left, Su Yi's puppet clone "Qin Li" revealed the truth while talking. He opened the hood on his head to reveal his true face.

Looking at the successor who showed his appearance, Ding Po, who was originally calm, suddenly showed a little surprised expression. After all, Qin Li's identity had already been exposed to the outside world, but who would have thought that Qin Li himself was the one they were most afraid of? .

Afterwards, he frowned slightly and thought about his question: "It turned out to be you. I thought it was some other family disciple or Rogue Cultivators. However, it should not appear. After all, the formation of the old road is still okay. Even the world master It won't be noticed for a while."

"Please don't worry, I'll make a move at that time. After all, our main purpose is not to annihilate the entire Ling family, but to get something like that..."

"Yeah, that's right, I feel relieved like this."

Listening to her promise, Su Yi nodded lightly, while looking at the Ling family land far away in the sky, which was still considered a peaceful and peaceful mountain area.

....

The sun sets in the west, and the night is coming.

The guards who were patrolling the Ling family as usual disappeared without a trace one by one as the clouds drifted slowly in the night sky.

Until the black cloud was far away, these guards wandering in the forest still did not appear. At the same time, there was no living creature to be seen around the entire Ling family.

Even spirit beasts or animals, even the intermittent chirping of insects disappeared, without a single sound.

The silence of the forest at this time made people feel uneasy and terrifying, but Nuoda's Ling family mansion was brightly lit, unaware of the coming crisis.

When the black cloud drifted over to Ling's house, the courtyard of the Patriarch's Palace was as bright as day.

Ling Hanyuan, the patriarch of the Ling family, seemed to have sensed and noticed something, and felt a little uneasy in his heart, "Why do you suddenly have palpitations? Could it be that something is about to happen..."

But he didn't know what caused it, so he could only repeatedly check the information that people of all ethnic groups would report in his hand.

After all, he was in the Ling family, so how could someone dare to attack him at night, or attack the Ling family, which is one of the best among the ancient clan?

With this restlessness in mind, he calmly read a few pages of information, but thought that his mood would return to calm, but the sense of crisis and intuition in his heart were alarm bells ringing, which kept stimulating his nerves and Divine Sense.

They had a normal reconciliation and negotiation with the Su family, and at the same time, they were faintly humiliated by the people of the Su family in the competition. It is impossible for them to attack secretly, and the rest has the highest probability.

"Not good! Something must have happened!! It can't be the remnants of the Demon Cult..." With the constant reminder of his intuition, he thought of something in his heart and blurted it out.

At the same time, the moment his voice just fell.

The entire Great Hall was suddenly cast in a shadow, and the originally lit candle went out by itself, as if something had been snuffed out.

The lights disappeared one by one, and at the same time, several shadows attacked Ling Hanyuan who was frowning from all directions.

Sensing the strange and familiar aura, Ling Hanyuan's eyes widened immediately, and the divine power in his body was released instantly, "It really is you?! You really want to die!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped the first black shadow that struck.

The powerful King Realm Cultivation Base, accompanied by a fierce palm, slapped heavily on the black shadow that came to him in the blink of an eye.

With a scream, the black shadow quickly flew backwards, but Ling Hanyuan frowned, with a dignified look on his face.

He was sure that the one he hit with his palm was a real person, but why did the enemy just get hurt and fly backwards? After all, it was a palm with 80% of his own strength.

However, he couldn't allow him to think too much, because the other dark shadows from the rear had already arrived, so he stretched out his hand and directly took out his own weapon, the Tianhong Sword, a divine sword of the same level as his King Realm.

The Excalibur is 1.65 meters long, and the whole body is grayish silver. It is made of the divine stone from the outer world and the Rare ore from the ancient tribe, and it has the power of heaven and earth.

At this time, somewhere outside the courtyard of the Patriarch's Hall, a short figure stood on a big tree.

His eyes were as black as ink, and he was staring at the direction of Ling Hanyuan: "...the old guy has already found out, haven't you dealt with the others? If not, you should deal with the main characters first."

While muttering to himself, the White threads emerging from his fingers were flying wildly, it was obvious that he was manipulating something.