To put it more appropriately, that person is no longer a ‘person’.
From a distance, it looks like a skeleton, a skeleton covered only by a dark skin. There seems to be no flesh and blood on the whole body, and it looks extremely tight.
To put it figuratively, it is like a piece of dried bacon.
The clothes wrapped around this 'skeleton' have lost their original color due to the passage of time, or in other words, they were originally grey, with damage everywhere and very tattered.
The skeletal arms, sternum, thighs and other parts were all wrapped with white cloths used to treat injuries, and there were faint signs of blood being dried by the years.
These strips of white cloth were exposed outside the tattered gray clothes, making the skeleton look a bit miserable, with a sense of vicissitudes left by the years.
The skeleton was leaning against the cliff in a sitting position, with its head slightly bowed, as if deep in thought.
His face was as sharp and angular as a chisel, and his facial features were so thin that it made people feel distressed to see him.
Inside the sunken eye sockets is a pair of empty, gray eyes, as if they were unique to a dying old man, dead silent.
But it is such a pair of eyes that are so deep that it makes people feel scared and fearful from the bottom of their hearts at just one glance, as if they have a terrifying magic power.
It can tear life into pieces.
This thin and bony figure just sat there in a thoughtful posture for who knows how many years. Judging from the degree of weathering of the black scabbard standing upright on its side, it was at least ten years and eighty years old.
load.
Tang Yuan could not imagine that someone could stay motionless like this for so long.
And such a person is actually his own father.
If Bai Ju hadn't kept insisting that his father was still alive, Ling Tian would have thought that what he saw was a corpse.
But judging from the state of the 'person' in front of me, he doesn't look like a living person at all.
But it doesn't look like a dead person who has been dead for a long time.
Bai Ju led Ling Tian to Ling Xiao, who was motionless. He took out three corpses from the container, shattered the clothes on the corpses, and then placed them one by one in front of the bones.
The movements are so skillful, it's as if this is not the first time.
Ling Tian knew that the three people who died were the members of the Sword Sect who participated in the encirclement and suppression of him before. Each one of them had the strength of three breaths or more in the Heavenly Soul Realm.
I just don’t understand Bai Ju’s purpose of killing these three people and bringing their bodies here?
Could it be that these people have a grudge against their fathers?
Soon, Ling Tian understood the reason.
He saw that the three corpses that were placed in front of his father suddenly emitted a faint green aura, which penetrated into the bones of his father's body.
This made Ling Tian greatly shocked.
Although I noticed that this strange phenomenon seemed to be caused by a strange aura emanating from my father, and I did it on my own initiative, I still couldn't help being frightened.
As the life essence remaining in the body was devoured, the three corpses, as if they had transformed, decomposed at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into three mummies in the blink of an eye.
Instead, Ling Xiao's figure gradually became more human-like. Although it was still a dark skin wrapped around the bones, there seemed to be some faint signs of flesh and blood and spiritual energy flowing inside.
The most important thing is that there is a touch of human vitality that was not present before or was not so obvious.
Ling Tian felt the presence of this aura, and was convinced that the figure in front of him, his biological father, was indeed still alive.
However, this way of survival is too weird for him.
To put it bluntly, he actually wants to live by sucking the essence of corpses.
This made him a little hard to accept for a while.
As the three corpses decomposed, Ling Xiao's empty eyes gradually gained a trace of sparkle.
Immediately afterwards, a huge shadow like a mountain appeared above his broken bones.
The phantom is the same as the green aura emanating from the three corpses before. At first glance, it looks like the remnant souls of the undead, exuding a heart-stopping power.
Feel the powerful and extremely powerful soul fluctuations filled in the phantom.
Ling Tian understood that this phantom should be the soul of his father.
Bai Ju looked at the appearance of the phantom, and his whole body became extremely solemn. His posture became a little more reserved, and he no longer had the heroic spirit that shocked all the major forces with his previous sword.
If he hadn't known each other, Ling Tian would have thought that he was just an ordinary old man with a broken arm.
And when the shadow disappeared into the jagged body.
Bai Ju's expression was even more solemn and solemn to the extreme, and he bowed slightly toward that figure, like an old servant welcoming his master out of seclusion, showing indescribable respect.
Ka~ga~ka~
As the figure stood up, the dull sound of bone crunching sounded frequently.
Ling Tian stared at this scene blankly, not knowing how to deal with it for a moment. He looked very dull and at a loss.
It's easy for him to kill someone, but it's somewhat difficult for him to recognize his father, who he has never been in contact with.
He didn't even know how to get along with his father, what words to say?
Ling Xiao stood up amidst the crunching sounds of his bones. In his sunken eyes, his sharp eyes swept over Ling Tian and then rested on the bud knife next to him.
Although it was only a glance, Ling Tian felt as if all his secrets had been seen through. The cold and stern look made him feel frightened, but it also contained a restrained sense of intimacy.
"very good!"
Ling Xiao's textured bone hand suddenly drew towards the knife, and the knife instantly jumped into his hand like an obedient fish, making a slight trembling sound, as if expressing the joy of meeting again after a long separation.
It's just that Ling Xiao's low and hoarse voice with the word "very good" in his throat sounded like dirt, but he didn't know whether he was praising the Buddao for being as good as before, or praising Bai Ju's contribution to this trip.
Or perhaps it was because Ling Tian was now an adult and was very pleased with him.
In short, after hearing Ling Xiao's "very good" voice, the two of them couldn't help but feel happy.
Bai Ju feels relieved because he has lived up to his trust and completed his mission.
Ling Tian felt a sense of recognition that he had never experienced before because of these words. This was the first time in his life that this kind of emotion appeared.
It seems that I can vaguely understand the mood of those children who performed well in childhood memories and were praised and praised by their parents.
"You guys should be optimistic about this sword!"
Without too many words, without any hint of a reunion between father and son, Ling Xiao walked to the open space on one side holding the bud knife.
The next moment, the faint red soul fire flowing with the holy essence covered the blade, making the entire Bud Sword look extremely coquettish and beautiful.
Amid the horrified gazes of the two men, Ling Xiao gently waved the long knife in his hand towards the sky above the cliff behind him.
With one cut, the cliff was instantly cut in half like tofu, and the cross section was as smooth and flat as a horizontal plane.
The sword's light shot straight into the sky, similar to the sword that Bai Ju used to severely injure Yong Ye, and also cut open the clouds above.
But the difference is that Ling Xiao's sword, both in terms of power and momentum, far exceeds Bai Ju's sword by many times.
Although the clouds that were cut in the sky were also a long opening, Bai Ju's knife quickly returned to calm, and Ling Xiao's knife at this moment seemed to have really split the sky.
Restoring movement.
The coquettish red soul fire was vented by the light of the sword, and seemed to draw a long sea of fire dragon in the sky.
The originally compact clouds didn't seem to be cut, but more like they were torn apart, destroying their original appearance. The steam seemed to roll towards both sides, as if they were running for their lives.
With a single blow, the sky was torn into two sides, which lasted for a long time.
Suddenly, the torn clouds began to flow backwards like a river, sinking wildly into the cracked knife mark from both sides, as if trying to fill and annihilate the sea of fire.
The dark clouds surrounding the two wings of the sea of fire rolled and rolled, and thunder roared from time to time, making the sky dark and dark, dazzling.
Looking from below, it is indescribably majestic.
With one strike, the sky and the earth lose their color, everything becomes silent, as if the dust has been washed away at the end of the world, and the world will be destroyed in one fell swoop.
Ling Tian was once again shocked on the spot. Deep in his heart, before he could fully comprehend the feelings brought about by Bai Ju's sword, he once again fell into a new round.
In the midst of his different feelings, he firmly remembered this shocking sword.
From this sword, what he saw was obviously different from Bai Ju's sword. He began to no longer be limited to the shape of this sword, but was more immersed in the meaning emanating from this sword.
From this sword strike, he felt an aura of supreme domineering power, the courage to move forward, the fear of death, and the ability to kill everything in the world with one strike, as if nothing in the world could be stopped by this sword strike.
From the familiar movement of this sword, he also recognized that it was the sword technique that he had known since childhood - the 'Devil Sword Art', but it was completely different from what he knew, which made him feel...
I have the illusion that the Demon Sword Technique that I have practiced so hard over the years seems to be just the foundation and introduction to this sword.
It was as if the last level of the Demon Sword Technique that he had practiced was just the starting position of this complete set of sword techniques.
Bai Ju stood on one side, his eyes also full of the supreme elegance of Ling Xiao's sword.
Like Ling Tian, he also froze on the spot, falling into a subtle trance, comprehending the mystery of this sword.
He knew that Ling Xiao's sword was not only passed down to the professor's son, but also fulfilling the commission given to him back then, and helping him improve the realm of swordsmanship that had been restricted for many years as promised.
It can be said that this sword contains Ling Xiao's lifelong understanding of the art of swordsmanship. It is difficult for him to understand it all easily.
But even if it's just a tiny bit, it's already a huge improvement for him.
The impact of Ling Xiao's sword was far more than just the two of them. Even Lu Feng and his party, who were far apart, all felt the light of the sword that shot straight into the sky, and felt the unrivaled domineering power of the sword.
artistic conception.
For a time, almost all the humans and spirit beasts in the triangle area were frightened to the spot by this sword, and all the beasts were dormant and did not dare to neigh.
Tisuo and his party were almost leaving the Triangle Area, but they were still shocked by the aura coming from this sword.
Feeling the holy meaning contained in the sky, no one had any doubts about the news that Demon Sword Lord Nightmare was still alive.
However, what people didn't expect was...
This sword was the last one that Ling Xiao tried his best to make.
After one cut.
There will no longer be a Demon Sword Lord in this world!