I Became a Follower of the Female Villain

The sweeping old man walked slowly with his back and ragged clothes.

The world seemed to be quiet for a moment.

He seemed to be obscured by the dust, and his breath was sad. This is an old man who has lived for eight thousand years.

"Welcome to the ancestors."

The patriarch was headed by the Fifth Saint Chu, and the elders of the tribes bowed their heads to the ground.

Only the Presbyterian Church is qualified to read ancient books and understand the lives of ancestors.

The Fifth Slave is such a humble name. He was once a slave of the Fifth Family, but he rose up with a terrible talent, suppressed for several generations, and was the patron saint of the Fifth Family.

"Welcome to the ancestors!!"

Confirming that there is indeed an 8,000-year-old monster in his family, the people of the Fifth Clan are full of enthusiasm, and their eyes are fierce!

"Ancestor, please defend the glory of the Fifth Clan, the dignity of the Fifth Clan cannot be violated!"

Some members of the tribe were generous with their words, and tears filled their eyes with excitement.

The rickety old man looked at the eight people in front of him with muddy eyes, and in an instant, the world was enveloped in majestic coercion.

"Senior, please read the secret method."

The Blind Nangong Patriarch's voice was calm and he did not dispute his emotions.

The fifth slave stared at the calluses on his hand and seemed to mutter to himself:

"The cane of time whipped me, swaying the world and chasing after a bird that I just saw."

The hoarse voice filled the world with an atmosphere of sadness.

Even a warrior with a weak cultivation base can perceive the unwillingness and despair of the Fifth Patriarch.

The bird I saw just now refers to the door of the guide.

Eight thousand years!

For eight thousand years, he still hasn't detached himself, like a trapped beast in a cage, longing day and night for the birds to stop.

It's finally here.

It was not him who could be greeted, but a young man who was only twenty-four years old.

On the majestic and vast top of Kunshan, countless people have tasted the bitterness of silence and the absurd and ridiculous despair.

This is the way of heaven.

It will only take care of Xu Era, when will it take a look at us?

There was a long dead silence in the field.

The strong and powerful people looked lonely, and the other party could not surpass the life span of 8,000 years, and they almost extinguished the flames that everyone had just ignited.

"Even if I foresee all the loneliness, I will still have no hesitation."

An old woman with three heads said this calmly.

Tolerating loneliness for a long time is better than running out of oil and the lamp is tens of thousands of times better. When she reaches the realm of her cultivation level, she is most terrified to witness her dying struggle.

In a word, let the remaining seven strongest people be firm and determined, no matter what methods they use, they will definitely get the secret law in their hands.

The fifth slave smiled silently.

If there is a secret method, hand it over to eliminate calamity and avoid misfortune.

But that was just a seed he was fortunate to find in Tianshu, deeply planted and unable to extract it.

"It's useless to say more, let's fight." He was expressionless.

Suddenly, the sun has a faint tendency to fall, and night falls.

In the boundless darkness, mountains, rivers and lakes whizzed together, and the sky filled the sky nourishing the rickety old man.

The terrifying momentum almost turned the universe upside down and the sky overturned.

"I am the world, I am the four seasons, and I am the world!"

The figure of the fifth slave stood in the endless black clouds, like a night god.

All the cultivators in Kunshan were silent, pale and trembling as they watched the blow.

"This is simply not something that humans can match."

They couldn't help but feel the idea of ​​kneeling down, very terrified.

This kind of power is like an ant facing a real dragon, which is a level that can't be touched at all.

The eight strongest men looked at each other with solemn expressions, exploded with terrifying energy, spreading towards the void.

In just an instant, the nine old monsters erupted in battle in the dark cloud.

The closer to the sky, the greater the power of the rules, and almost all half-step supreme fights are in the depths of the clouds.

boom!

The endless brilliance is shining, and the phantom shadows of big hands emerge, and the terrifying momentum sweeps in all directions.

The crowd tensed their bodies, tried their best to restrain their fears, and waited for the result of this battle.

"Boom!"

At this moment, Kunshan flew out five and a half steps to the supreme, trying to kill the clouds to help the ancestors.

At the same time, the warship rumbled across the sky, and the half-step supreme of the top orthodoxy made a shot, and the breath was firmly locked on the fifth clan.

This scene shocked countless monks again.

They were horrified by the history of the Fifth Family.

It is worthy of being the world's number one clan, and there are five giants and one ancestor in the clan.

The fists were clenched subconsciously, and I felt weak and worried for the ancestors.

"Today's shame, the fifth family remembered!"

With hatred on the Fifth Saint Chu's face, he coldly stared at the interceptor ahead, quietly clenching his fist, worrying for the ancestor.

The sky clouds roared endlessly, and the battle lasted for a long time, with countless chaos and nothingness rushing out.

Just as everyone was shocking the Fifth Patriarch with one-to-eight formidable strength, the sky and the dark night gradually disappeared, and the sun gradually rose high.

In an instant, the Fifth Clan was held tightly by a hand in his heart, panicking and trembling.

If the ancestors die, this will be an unbearable loss for the fifth family, and may even lose the status of the first family.

There are many strong men suddenly, and can't help sighing:

"Finally unable to turn the tide."

In fact, as expected, they are all existences that are short of an opportunity to detach themselves. The cultivation base has long been stagnant, and living for a long time is just a little more understanding of the way of heaven.

Being able to fight until now is enough to prove the strength of the Fifth Patriarch.

pity.

He is not the fifth demon after all.

The talent gap is the most desperate.

When the Fifth Clan was in a heavy mood, a phoenix galloped over the misty sky in the distance, accompanied by the fairy clouds, shining brightly.

The sound of footsteps resounded across the world.

"Presumptuous, An dare to oppress the Fifth Clan."

The gentle voice spreads in all directions, dressed in a luxurious white robe, looks rich and handsome, full of fairy aura, like a banished fairy walking in the red dust.

The picture stopped abruptly.

This man seemed to be holding a silencer, causing Tiandi to stop breathing quietly.

Everyone's complexion changed drastically, and there was a stormy sea in their hearts!

he came.

Is she far away?

"Gong Niang Niang." The white robe bowed his head respectfully.

The icy breath spread, seeming to be frozen and cracked forever, and the purple skirt appeared on the cloud battlefield where Guanghua exploded.

Many people's faces were pale, and their teeth were trembling with fear.

The powerful horror of the Fifth Demon is beyond doubt, every breath possesses incredible abilities.

She joined the battlefield, there is no suspense about victory or defeat.

The key is, which side is she on?

The Fifth Saint Chu was panicked, and his trembling heart never returned to its original place.

Even he didn't know the intention of the Fifth Demon when he heard the news.

"Patriarch rest assured, the advantage lies with us!"

The elders around him were emotional and calm.

The Fifth Sage figured it out instantly, the bone head was drained, and he sighed in exhaustion.

Yes, they don't need secret methods, so there is no reason to target the ancestors.

For these two abnormalities, the ascension of detachment is only a matter of time, and it doesn't care about lifespan at all.

It seems that returning to the address when he was a child, or being influenced by the teachings of Fifth He, has awakened a trace of humanity in the Fifth Demon.

Furthermore, she is the fifth last name after all, and the family is oppressed. Isn't it slapped her in the face?

The Fifth Saint Chu showed a gratified smile, and finally had an invincible support.

But the next moment, his expression was horrified, his lips squirmed, and his fear almost fell into the abyss of immortality.

The brilliance of the clouds gradually dissipated, three collapsed bodies floated in the void, cracks appeared one after another, and the remaining six people fled frantically.

One of them is the fifth ancestor.

The blood mist is cold, and the strongest man who has lived for eight thousand years is now dead.

The fifth clan fell to the ground with cold limbs, and they wept helplessly. Valley

The woman in the purple dress stood on the phoenix expressionlessly, and the white robe nodded in a modest manner.

"Sorry, I'm a step late." His voice was sad and guilty.

The major forces shook their hearts and couldn't believe this scene. The Fifth Patriarch was really beaten to death.

The Fifth Demon came a step late, and still beheaded two old monsters to bury him.

On the top of Kunshan, countless people knelt down in silent mourning, tears streaming down their faces, and their hearts hurt to madness.

Both sad for the fall of the ancestor, and worry about the future of the fifth sect, without the ancestors, those with ghosts in their hearts will be ready to move.

"The matter of today, Niang Niang will never let go!"

The voice of the white robe was cold, and a sea of ​​blood suddenly appeared behind him, he patted a palm at random, and the power of terrifying destruction emerged.

On the battleship flying the banner of the Eight Diagrams, several Nirvana strongmen of the Nangong family were shrouded in giant palms, and instantly turned into dust and dissipated.

The whole audience's hairs stand up, and the skeletons are terrified!

Such a **** killing was as natural as trampling on a few ants.

This palm represents the determination and will of the two demon heads!

Thinking of this, it seemed as if an agreement had been made.

In the secluded courtyard, Fifth He raised his eyes to stare at all this, with a complex expression, and finally sighed.

Is she alone in doubting the death of the ancestor?

Definitely more.

But guessing is after all just guessing, and they can't even perceive the battlefield with their cultivation base, let alone witnessing the fall of the ancestor with their own eyes.

Even if it was really what Jinshuang did, Xu Eli handled the matter perfectly. Through his mouth, it was equivalent to sending a message to the outside world.

Jinshuang will protect the fifth family.

Greatly avoiding the predicament of the Fifth Family being caught by the pack of wolves.

"Much...thank you."

On the top of Kunshan, the Fifth Holy Beginner's hardships calmed down his grief, and he saluted the beautiful phoenix.

Almost instantly, he cut off the doubts that shouldn't be in his mind.

The fall of the ancestors has become an established fact. With Xu Elian's words, at least until the Fifth Demon soars, the Fifth Clan can maintain a transcendent position.

"Roar"

The phoenix screamed crisply, the scorching breath disappeared, and the two demon heads disappeared.

...

Changed to a towering ancient warship in Chongge, in the exquisite and elegant room.

The fifth Jinshuang crossed his legs and threw the seven half-step supreme spirits into the dark lantern.

"Niang..." Xu Beiwang was silent, and suddenly said seriously:

"Thank you."

A slight astonishment flashed in Fifth Jinshuang's eyes, and it seemed rare to see a dog leg with such a solemn expression.

"It's good to know." She pressed her chin in a reserved place.

Some fragments flashed in Xu Beiwang's mind.

He saw the luck tower of the fifth ancestor

Ninety-seventh floor.

Such a destiny son, who has lived for eight thousand years, still finds it difficult to break through the shackles.

It is difficult for Xu Beiwang not to think of himself. If he does not have a boss, he will also struggle in the dying life, looking forward to the door in return.

Unfortunately, no if.

Who made us hug our thighs from the beginning?

Swallowing the light spot of luck for the fifth ancestor, Xu Beiwang can now officially announce

He is no longer bad luck! !

That's right, the light of the first layer of Qi Yun Pagoda was completely full, although it did not overflow, it was at least a great breakthrough.

"Don't swallow it yet?"

Fifth Jinshuang lifted her feet, and her curled pink toes hit the dog's leg mouth.

Xu Beiwang adjusted his emotions, swiftly circling every acupuncture point in his body, refining wisps of gray mist.

There are five spirits in the body of the fifth ancestor, plus two other spirits, put it into the dark lantern, the dark energy is so strong that it is almost liquefied.

He had a hunch that Beiming's blood-devouring magical skill might use this to break through to the sixth level.

...

Time flies, and it's more than a month in a blink of an eye.

The thunderous masterpiece of thunder, thousands of visions permeated the world, and the ghosts of the heavens and the phantoms were collapsing.

"Hiccup...you owe meow, what do you use to pay it back!"

In the tumbling thunder sea, the fat cat's chubby belly was facing upwards, and her soft and cute voice was filled with resentment and grievance.

With five heavy thunder tribulations, five thunder pillars slashed towards Xu Bei and looked at Xu Bei. Heaven's will vowed to crush it.

Such a evildoer, this Fang Tiandao will never tolerate you!

It's a pity that I ran into a fat cat.

The source of the thunder was swallowed up by it, without the heavenly spirit, no matter how powerful the thunder was rumbling.

Xu Bei sat cross-legged, surrounded by immortal light, with deep blue eyes, a kind of majestic and invincible meaning.

Faintly, his body and soul were out of touch, his skin, bones, and internal organs all appeared brilliantly, and his whole person was completely reborn.

"Breakthrough?" Fifth Jinshuang asked lazily.

Doglegs smiled cheerfully, "Gong technique goes a step further."

Now, how ferocious Beiming's magical art is, he can't even imagine.

Suddenly, he was stunned.

It seemed that the strength was advancing by leaps and bounds, and Xu Beiwang finally observed the luck of the boss.

A tree of luck grows alone in the endless sea.

Yes, the sea is liquefied by light!

Every leaf is dazzling, and the light of luck is too much, crazily flowing and pouring, and it turns out to be a sea.

It's simply outrageous! ! !

If the luck of a stupid cat is 300 yuan~www.readwn.com~, the boss is at least 900.

A family of three, he is the most ridiculous...

The fifth Jinshuang fluttered with blue eyes, very curious about the state of the dog leg.

"You seem to be crying?" She looked carefully.

Really?

The fat cat jumped down from the sea of ​​thunder, his enlightened big eyes widened, and he stared at the little villain like this.

Xu Beiwang's heart was blocked in panic, and the warmth rushed into his eyes, almost unable to stretch.

A strong sense of inferiority made him feel a little urge to cry.

"The wind is too strong, and the sand is in the eyes." He looked in a daze, still depressed.

"Huh?" Fifth Jinshuang pinched his chin and said lightly:

"Tell this palace, what do you think of?"

Xu Beiwang shook his head and said softly:

"Niang Niang is so kind to the humble post, the humble post is touched."

He paused, closed his eyes and whispered:

"I want my mother to kiss."

tuituitui...shameless.

The fat cat pouted and walked away sourly.

"Call Master." Fifth Jinshuang's eyes narrowed.

In order to satisfy the boss's hobbies, the dog leg looked humble:

"Owner."

There is an imperceptible smile under the eyes of Fifth Jinshuang, and the tender red lips are slowly touching.

The lips are tightly lingering, a long kiss.

It wasn't until suffocation that the dog leg was kicked away.

He tried his best to calm the chicken movement, and suddenly remembered.

If the empress’ luck is 900 and the stupid cat’s is 300, on average, isn’t it equal to 400 per person?

Me too!

The spiritual victory method really worked, and the doglegs said with great interest:

"Boss, where do you go next?"

The fifth Jinshuang gathered up the scattered blue silk, and said casually:

"Kong family, the other half of Spring and Autumn Pens."