Chapter 62 The Remnant Soul of the God of Disaster
Surrounded by strange light, in the dazzling Qionglin, countless crystal leaves were completely still at this moment, floating in the air.
The phantom sat cross-legged on the ground with leisurely eyes, quietly looking at the girl standing directly in front of him.
Lu Huanxi stood in the Qiong Lin, her clothes were blown up by the spreading waves, the spiritual sword stood in front of her, and the green flames enveloped her whole body. At this time, the firelight was gradually weakening.
"Oh? Are you coming out?" Xuying whispered.
Immediately, a wave of heat burst out from Lu Huanxi's body, reaching hundreds of feet away from her body. Countless green trees around her collapsed one after another at this moment.
The shadow had no expression, but looked at Lu Huanxi in front of him with some surprise.
"Even if I use my last ounce of spiritual consciousness, I will destroy that kid's dream. This little girl..." Xuying chuckled.
After the storm calmed down, Ling Xiao slowly opened his eyes, with a dazed look still showing on his cheeks.
"I seem...to have slept for a long time..."
Ling Xiao patted his head lightly and looked sideways in thought. Suddenly, in the depths of his consciousness, a rich fluorescent green light flickered in front of his eyes.
In the illusory dream, a soft and delicate palm, a figure appears...
Step by step, free yourself from that illusory dream...
Lu Huanxi!
Where is she?!
Ling Xiao suddenly looked around. Lu Huanxi closed her eyes and stood in front of him. Ling Xiao immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
But in the next breath, Lu Huanxi's aura suddenly became messy, and a trace of blood poured out from the sandalwood mouth, soaking Ling Xiao's white shirt.
The tall figure lost its center of gravity, and the spiritual sword in his hand turned into a ray of white light and dissipated between Lu Huanxi's eyebrows.
Ling Xiao hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Lu Huanxi. Lu Huanxi's body was not heavy, but surprisingly light.
Her cold face was filled with pale color, a dazzling bright red emerged from her seven orifices, and her whole body's cultivation and vitality were flowing crazily in her arms.
"Sister Huanxi...Sister Lu Huan! Lu Huanxi, wake up..."
The remaining warmth of Lu Huanxi's body continued to decrease in his arms, Ling Xiao's hands began to tremble, and his voice became uncontrollably hoarse.
"Oh my, I'm so stubborn, I only brought out one in the end..."
The soul sound sounded, and Ling Xiao noticed the shadow in front of him, and anger ignited in his deep pupils.
"It's you……"
Ling Xiao clenched his silver teeth. Ling Xiao did not feel any spiritual power in the phantom in front of him, but the sense of crisis that kept emerging in Ling Xiao's heart still reminded Ling Xiao that the phantom in front of him was extremely dangerous, even more dangerous than before.
Everyone I see is in danger!
"Tsk, little baby, don't be so angry."
Xuying smiled lightly and looked at Ling Xiao with a playful expression.
After regaining consciousness, Ling Xiao looked at Mu'er who was sleeping beside him. Ling Xiao continued to piece together the only memories he had in his consciousness.
His consciousness called out softly, but Mu'er didn't respond at all. Ling Xiao just wanted to ask about the evil dead son in his consciousness, but he was already frozen on the spot, and his eyes looking at Xu Ying became extremely frightened.
At this time, Xie Shizi had fallen into a long-lasting soul slumber just like Mu'er.
Although their breath and soul power were not damaged, their consciousness was trapped in a huge soul power cage. No matter how they called, they had no response.
"Don't waste your energy. The remnant soul in your consciousness is too noisy. I asked him to be quieter."
The soul sound lingered, and Ling Xiao's mind was shaken. In his understanding, the evil dead son must have been at the top of the world before he was alive, but now, he was invaded by the phantom's consciousness...
In the current situation, even though Ling Xiao had no idea what happened during the period, he had already guessed a thing or two.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Ling Xiao placed Lu Huanxi in his arms next to Mu'er, clenching his hands tightly. Obviously, all of this was to wait for him to wake up.
"I don't want to do anything, I just want you to accept my trial." The shadow appeared beside Ling Xiao and said leisurely.
"Trial? When asking others, you should not answer me first, who are you!"
Looking at the phantom in front of him, Ling Xiao's heart was filled with anger. He wanted to play with others and hurt those around him, just to let himself participate in the trial.
And the methods are so despicable and cruel, it is simply disgusting.
"Ouch? Sorry, I have been weaving dreams for you. I forgot to introduce you. I am Mo Yang, the ancient god of disaster. I am the remnant soul left behind, guarding the place of inheritance left by the god of disaster."
Xuying said slowly, every word he said shook Ling Xiao's heart and soul.
Ancient... true god?
Seeing Ling Xiao without saying a word, the shadowy figure floated beside Ling Xiao for an instant.
"The era of the true gods has completely ended with the 'Final War', and most of the true gods have also fallen. However, the true gods do not want to disappear. They have left their own bloodline and inheritance in various places in the world, and spread the traces of their power to the world."
"Back then, after the death of the God of Disaster, he condensed all the bloodline souls and scattered them here. Part of his spiritual consciousness turned into the realm between me and Senluo, and the breath of the bloodline turned into this spiritual stream, and at the same time, it also gave birth to your current state.
The so-called Lingxi Mountains."
"So..." Ling Xiao was surprised.
"Yes, the Lingxi in the Lingxi Mountains is the breath of the god of disaster, and it contains extremely strong spiritual power that cannot be refined by ordinary people. But you are the first exception in thousands of years.
Only in this way can you be qualified to enter the place of trial."
"Am I the first?" Ling Xiao was puzzled.
"Yes, but it is only the first one in a thousand years. The formation of Lingxi took too long, and it attracted countless practitioners during this period. In this long river of time, only a hundred people have mastered the power of Lingxi, so
Since the fall of the God of Disaster, there have been only a few hundred people who have the ability to step into this place of trial..."
The shadow paused in the air, with his feet dangling in the air, he stepped on Ling Xiao's shoulders and continued.
"The abundant spiritual power near Lingxi also caused countless disputes. Naturally, this place became an ominous place at that time. The winner of this battle even established a mountain gate here and called himself Baichan. For thousands of years, the ground has been in turmoil.
, Evolution Peak Mountains, and although he cannot control the power of Lingxi, he still monopolizes this precious land."
"Since then, the number of practitioners who have stepped into this place of inheritance has become even rarer. Each one of them is the Lord of Lingxi who has inherited the name of Baichan. This is also the biggest secret of the Lingxi Mountains."
Hearing this, Ling Xiao closed his eyes and thought lightly. According to what Xu Ying said, the first master of the Lingxi Mountains was drawn here by the power of the Lingxi, but he could not control the power of the Lingxi.
Unable to enter the trial area.
Due to the characteristics and huge spiritual power of Lingxi, the Lingxi Mountains have given birth to countless rare and exotic herbs and powerful spiritual beasts, and have also created a natural barrier for the mountains.
In order to avoid falling into worldly disputes, Baichanzi hid himself from worldly affairs. The Lingxi Mountain Range has been passed down to this day and has become a dangerous place in people's mouth. The upper reaches of Lingxi have also become a forbidden area for Baichanzi for generations.
"I believe you are also aware of the evolution of this... If you pass the trial, I will give you the calamity god's veins and the calamity god's soul. Are you willing?" Xuying said leisurely.
Ling Xiao did not answer in a hurry, but glanced at Mu'er and Lu Huanxi beside him, and at the same time recalled what Xuying had just said.
"What will happen if I fail the trial?" Ling Xiao asked slowly.
"If you fail the test, you will turn into a withered bone in this place of trial, and your consciousness will disappear forever."
The phantom jumped from Ling Xiao's shoulder and floated in mid-air. The soul sound did not bring out the slightest emotion.
"How many of the previous hundred people...how many have passed the trial?" Ling Xiao couldn't help but ask.
After hearing this, there was a long silence in the Senluo Realm, and even the wind, rain, and mist floating in the sky stopped at this moment.
"No one passed... and there is no failure in the God of Disaster trial, only success and death..."
The shadow broke the silence and said slowly. Although it was expected, this almost cruel fact and truth still stimulated Ling Xiao's heart and soul.
Mastering the water of the Spiritual Stream and being in harmony with the bloodline of the God of Disaster are just the qualifications to enter the place of trial.
Ling Xiao knew very well that if one could master the power of Lingxi with one's own strength, one would definitely be an extremely talented person, and even someone who would stand at the highest point in the world in the future. However, none of these people survived in the place of trial...
This trial place must be extremely dangerous and extremely dangerous, even beyond the ordinary. The reason why Ling Xiao was able to master the spiritual power in Lingxi was entirely with the help of external forces.
"Then why..."
"Because I want to see what secrets are hidden in your little baby."
Ling Xiao frowned lightly. The phantom in front of him was short and could not see his face clearly, but Ling Xiao could feel the extremely deep and sharp eyes hidden under his mask, which seemed to be able to pierce his soul.
However, Ling Xiao did not expect that even the remnant soul of the true god who had lived for countless years would be interested in the secrets in his body.
Clenching his hands tightly, Ling Xiao's eyes became fierce. He suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at the shadow. Under the ferocious face, his trembling voice became more and more helpless.
"Save them!"
These three words used up all Ling Xiao's self-esteem and pride. In the Ye family dungeon, even though his spiritual veins were destroyed and tortured, he still would not bow to Ye Shi.
But now, under the absolute strength and the threat to the lives of those around him, Ling Xiao chose to beg.
"Oh? You have trespassed into my territory without permission, and you have nothing to do with me. Why should I save you? You can also leave on your own. I have no right to interfere with your decision, but these two people will never wake up."
Xuying smiled lightly, his soul voice full of teasing. Having existed for countless years, he knew very well how to control the weaknesses of human nature, let alone a fledgling boy like Ling Xiao.
"Then what do you want..."
Ling Xiao's voice was hoarse, and even his teeth were about to be bitten into pieces.
"Unless you pass the test, and we have the same origin, these two girls and the remaining soul in your consciousness, I will naturally save them."