Ling Xiao was a little irritable, and Xie Shizi also appeared next to him at this moment.
"Is it possible that the original power is a person's soul?"
Ling Xiao's voice was a little trembling, but the strange movements of the sword tomb could not be faked.
"Her soul is a sword, and this is also the beginning of her misfortune. Perhaps a person's fate is doomed from the beginning." Evil Dead Son said.
"..."
Ling Xiao was speechless, just looking at the bright moon in the sky quietly, feeling an indescribable feeling.
Stayed up all night.
At dawn, Ling Xiao woke up the sleeping Mu'er and told her about Lu Huanxi's departure last night, but Ling Xiao didn't mention a word about the parting kiss.
Mu'er didn't care and just packed her bags. However, Mu'er's perception was so sharp that she vaguely noticed something fishy.
His sharp gaze made Ling Xiao feel uncomfortable.
"snort."
With a cold snort, the beauty didn't want to argue with him and walked out of the room quickly.
Ling Xiao exhaled a breath of thick air, feeling as if he had been granted amnesty.
The two walked slowly until dusk when they walked down the Lingxi Mountains.
Looking back, the Lingxi Mountains were turbulent, and a colorless barrier fell from the sky, wrapping it up.
"Seal the mountain?" Mu'er was a little surprised.
"Maybe." Ling Xiao nodded.
Perhaps Lu Huanxi went to Qionglin to ask the remnant soul of the God of Disaster to seal off the Lingxi Mountains. Only they had such power.
The two no longer miss each other and move on.
The sun sets and night falls.
The two of them had walked a hundred feet, deep into a forest, with a gentle breeze blowing. Ling Xiao suddenly stopped and his eyes became serious.
Summoning Xuan Que, he slashed to the side, a sword blade passed by, and there was a faint commotion in the trees.
The two of them walked forward quickly, and what they saw was a man in black. His hamstring had been severed by Ling Xiao, and he was covering the wound and shaking continuously.
Ling Xiao sneered, and the figure disappeared on the spot. In the bushes fifty feet in front, the shadow of the sword flashed, and six people were killed in an instant.
Ling Xiao's eyes were as cold as stars, and there was no blood on his body. He walked slowly, but every step he took was based on the heart and soul of the man in black.
"You are really haunted." Ling Xiao's expression was grim.
The man in black didn't say anything, he just looked at the young man in front of him in shock.
"Didn't that idiot Zhao Yan tell you that not only his strength, but also my spiritual sense has surpassed him?" Ling Xiao said coldly.
The man in black showed fear on his face, but remained silent. However, a dark ball appeared in his palm.
Ling Xiao was angry and grabbed his right hand and twisted it off.
boom!
A foot stepped on his chest. The man in black's spiritual power was on par with Ling Xiao's, but the huge force coming from his chest made him unable to move.
"It seems that Tiangang Sect has some tricks up its sleeve in cultivating secret whistles." Ling Xiao sneered.
From the time he was discovered until Ling Xiao had his hands disabled, he didn't make a sound the whole time, and he even wanted to commit suicide just now to keep the secret.
"Do you think there's nothing I can do if you don't tell me?"
Ling Xiao's face was stern, his right hand turned into a claw, and he suddenly grabbed the head of the man in black. The gray soul power was like maggots attached to the bones, directly invading the mind of the man in black.
The man in black's eyes were cracked, his whole body was trembling, and his mouth was whining.
For a moment, Ling Xiao stopped his hand. The man in black looked dull and passed out. His spiritual veins were also plundered by Ling Xiao, turning into little stars and sinking into the veins of the Fire God.
This is another power of the God of Disaster Soul, searching for souls!
Not only can it create nightmares, but it can also invade other people's consciousness and seize their memories!
"It's really troublesome. The Tiangang Sect and the Ye family have placed multiple hidden sentries at the exit of the Lingxi Mountains."
"Each secret sentry is a hundred feet apart. These people rotate every twelve hours, and every half hour they have to use a sound transmission jade to talk to confirm whether the other party is alive. They monitor everything around them day and night, and
The cultivation level of each secret whistler is no lower than the First True Realm."
Ling Xiao said slowly and couldn't help but frown.
"No matter what else, your soul-searching technique is particularly useful." Mu'er looked sideways.
With Ling Xiao's power, he could easily get the information he wanted, which was quite convenient.
"Although this power is overbearing, it is extremely energy-consuming. If the other party's mental power is stronger than mine, I will also suffer backlash." Ling Xiao said.
"Now, what do you want to do?"
Mu'er's starry eyes were as silk as silk. Ling Xiao was now strong and calm, and felt a little more secure than before.
"Now, I want to go back to Huang Yuancheng and kill the two thieves Zhao Wuyu and Ye Zhuoran. Zhao Wuyu should have died long ago, and Ye Zhuoran is the initiator of the death of the Eight Beasts of Lingxi. I cannot forgive him." Ling Xiao said sharply.
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"By doing this, you will undoubtedly intensify our grievances with the Ye family and the Tiangang Sect to a point where they will never end. At the same time, the news of the death of the Tiangang Sect's secret sentry will soon spread to the ears of Zhao Wuhuan and the Ye family. You have
How to kill these two people?"
Mu'er hit the mark, but Ling Xiao's expression remained unchanged and his eyes were serious.
"I have my own way." Ling Xiao's eyes were as deep as the abyss, and the killing intent emanating from his body was even more intense.
"I really like to mess around, but... I don't hate it."
Mu'er smiled gracefully. Today, Ling Xiao has grown much more than before, and he no longer even needs to rely on himself.
The two figures gradually disappeared into the dark night.
At this time, Huang Yuancheng was inside the Tiangang Sect.
Zhao Yan was recovering from his injuries. Hearing the disciples below tell him about the news that the secret sentry in front was killed, he felt even more angry.
The huge palm kept shaking, and out of control, the tea set in his hand was crushed to pieces.
The disciples below hurriedly silenced their voices and leaned down.
"These two brats!"
Zhao Yan was furious. After the last failure, the Ye family was furious and the Tiangang Sect was also implicated. What was even more hateful was that the Xuanling Sect, which had been fighting with the Tiangang Sect, was also sarcastic and ridiculed.
Just when Zhao Yan was about to report the matter to the Ye family, the door of the house was pushed open and a thin figure walked in.
After seeing Zhao Wuhuan, Zhao Yan waved his hand to the disciple below. The disciple understood and exited the room.
"Second uncle..."
"Don't worry, I know all this. With the temperament of those two brats, they might return to Huangyuan City in the near future."
"They still dare to come back?" Zhao Yan was surprised.
"Oh, that kid is very crazy. He will never give up. He will strengthen all surveillance ten miles outside the city. Once he understands their movements, he must report to me as soon as possible. When they enter the city, they will die!" Zhao Wuhuan
He said slowly and with a sinister look on his face.
"Okay, second uncle, I listen to you and I will give the order right away."
After Zhao Yan said that, he exited the room.
only
Zhao Yan had never seen a sly and fierce light flash in Zhao Wuhuan's eyes.
Three days later, inside Huangyuan City.
The ancient streets are bustling with people and hurried pedestrians. There are vendors selling goods on both sides from time to time. It is a bustling scene.
Among them, two people were wearing loose black robes, and their figures and faces could not be seen clearly, which was very inconsistent with this prosperous scene.
Arriving at a store on the corner of the street, an old voice rang out from the black robe, asking for two adjacent rooms.
Walking into the house, the black robes were taken off, but there was a young man and a young girl. They looked at each other and sat opposite each other.
"You are a traitor. You asked for two guest rooms with the voice of a smelly old man. But even so, you can't hide it perfectly. There are no less than ten secret sentries targeting us. What are you going to do?" Mu'er said.
Through the gauze, he glanced at the disciples of the Ye family who were asking for information from the store. Ling Xiao was not in a hurry and poured himself a cup of tea leisurely.
"You have always been very thoughtful. Why have you asked me for advice recently?" Ling Xiao asked jokingly.
"This is not to see how much progress my little beggar has made."
Mu'er's eyes were as charming as silk, and her slender fingertips lightly touched Ling Xiao's palm, which was very teasing.
Ling Xiao took it for granted, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed Mu'er's palm.
"Zhao Wuhuan and Ye Zhuoran are not stupid, but they most likely would not have thought that we would turn back. But after stepping within ten miles of Huangyuan City and discovering the first secret sentry, I knew that this Zhao Wuhuan was cautious and good at guessing human nature.
, he is afraid that he has anticipated our movements."
"So? Do you want to give up?" Mu'er asked.
"No, I will turn Tiangang Sect upside down!"
Ling Xiao smiled calmly and drank the tea in front of him in one gulp.