Ling Xiao stabilized his figure in the air, turned around, and faced the third bishop of the Southern Church. A trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, but more of them were calm and determined.
"Senior, what do you want from me?" Ling Xiao slightly cupped his hands and asked with a faint smile on his face.
The third bishop's face was stern, with a cold light shining in his eyes. He said coldly: "You know exactly what I am looking for you for. You killed thousands of disciples in my church, and you want to leave so easily?" There was a hint in his voice.
Full of anger and resentment, as if it was about to swallow Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao frowned slightly, and then said calmly: "This is strange. When I left, they were still fine. Now that so many of them have died, how can they blame me? Senior, there is no need to beat around the bush. Just tell me what you want to do.
Well, there are no outsiders here."
His voice was calm and firm, revealing an unyielding temperament.
The third bishop sneered and glanced back and forth at Ling Xiao, as if he wanted to see through him.
He said slowly: "You are calm, kid. But, do you think you can escape from my clutches like this? As long as you hand over the treasures you got from the secret realm of that fire, I can spare your life." His words were full of emotion.
In addition to greed and threats, it seems that Ling Xiao has become the prey in his eyes.
"Treasure? What treasure? I've never seen any treasure before?" Ling Xiao frowned in confusion. Looking at the greedy three bishops in front of him, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart: "I'm afraid these so-called treasures are just your saints.
This is probably a lie made up by my cousin to shirk responsibility."
"You weren't deceived by your disciples, were you?" Ling Xiao deliberately probed, wanting to see the reaction of the three bishops.
The third bishop's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he said coldly: "It doesn't matter what you say, bring your storage ring over and let me check it." His tone was full of unquestionable majesty, like Ling Xiao's.
If you disobey, you will be severely punished.
However, Ling Xiao is not someone who gives in easily. He smiled and shook his head, refusing: "That's not okay. I have my personal belongings in my storage ring, and they are very important. How can I let you check them casually?"
Although the tone is calm, the firmness in it cannot be ignored.
Although most of Ling Xiao's valuable items are placed in the magic needle space and the mountain and river world, although the items in the storage ring are not as precious as those two places, there are still many good things. This old guy is extremely greedy at first sight.
, if you really take it over, wouldn’t the other party steal it all?
Ling Xiao would not expose his property to such risks easily.
"I ask you again, can you reorganize your words and tell me whether you will give it to me or not?" The third bishop's voice echoed in the air, full of undoubted threats. His eyes were like cold swords, piercing Ling Xiao.
's heart.
Faced with this strong sense of oppression, a cynical smile appeared on the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth. He raised his head and looked directly at the three bishops, with a hint of provocation in his tone: "Here... sister!"
Before he finished speaking, a terrifying aura suddenly condensed in the air. Immediately afterwards, a Xuanwu Demon Puppet wearing black armor appeared out of thin air, as if summoned from the void. It stood in front of Ling Xiao, holding it in his hand.
He was holding a huge black knife, shining with a cold light.
The third bishop was obviously shocked by this scene. He obviously did not expect that Ling Xiao would dare to attack him. However, after all, he was the third bishop of the Southern Territory Church and possessed extremely high strength and majesty. Therefore, he quickly
He regained his composure, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.
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He sneered: "Do you think an attack of this level can hurt me? How naive." His voice was full of confidence, as if he had seen the outcome of Ling Xiao's failure.
However, the next scene shocked him. The huge black knife slashed towards his waist like lightning, so fast that it was difficult to react. He only felt a huge force coming from him, and his body was involuntarily
Cut in half.
At this moment, the face of the third bishop became extremely pale. He never imagined that he would be defeated by Ling Xiao, a seemingly weak young man. His eyes were full of shock and unwillingness, but everything was irreversible.
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"you……"
The third bishop's voice was filled with shock and confusion. He stared blankly at his body that was gradually separated by the black evil energy, as if time had stopped at this moment. His face, which was once full of majesty and confidence, was now full of majesty and confidence.
Full of disbelief and fear.
He, the three bishops of the Southern Temple, were easily cut off by Ling Xiao's attack without any defense? How is this possible? His eyes were full of doubts and unwillingness, and he seemed to be still trying to understand this sudden change.
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"Huh? What's going on?" His heart was full of doubts, but Ling Xiao didn't give him any time to think.
"Goodbye... no, farewell, old guy!" There was a hint of coldness in Ling Xiao's voice, and there was no mercy in his eyes. The Xuanwu Demon Puppet disappeared without a trace at his call, and the three
The bishop's body began to rapidly fall apart under the erosion of the demonic energy.
That knife was not an ordinary slash. It contained the most powerful demonic energy in the body of the Xuanwu Demon Puppet. These demonic energies gathered on the blade into a destructive force, directly invading the body of the three bishops, destroying his flesh, blood, bones and even
The souls are corroded one by one.
"no no--"
The three bishops gradually disappeared in the desperate exclamations. His voice became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely into the air. His body was completely swallowed by the demonic energy, leaving only a storage box with a faint light.
Ring is floating in the air.
This storage ring was once a symbol of the identity of the three bishops, but now it has become a witness to his tragic ending.
Ling Xiao's eyes were like a torch, and when he raised his hand, an invisible force enveloped the storage ring floating in the air, pulling it steadily into his hand.
He held the storage ring tightly, with a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes: "Old bastard, you wasted a precious basalt crystal of mine. I hope there are good things in your storage ring worthy of me to make up for my loss."
loss."
Just now, he did not hesitate to use the Xuanwu Demon Puppet. It was not a rash decision. At the moment of the battle, he clearly analyzed the situation and knew that none of his other methods could kill the Southern Saint in a short time.
The three bishops of the church.
He knew that once he let this old guy escape, it would cause countless troubles and revenge.
Therefore, he made a decisive decision and used the Xuanwu Demon Puppet as his trump card. The appearance of the Xuanwu Demon Puppet was like a bolt of lightning in the darkness, instantly tearing the air apart and slashing at the three bishops with a power that would destroy the world.
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At that moment, he felt the terrifying power of the Xuanwu Demon Puppet, and he couldn't help but marvel at its power.