The phantom of the Demon Spirit King hurriedly explained: "Don't be so fierce, little friend Ling Xiao, I just said that in the Demon Sect, the Demon General is a special kind of existence.
The reason why they are called immortal does not mean how powerful they are, but because they are inextricably linked to the Demon Lord. As long as the Demon Lord does not die, they can use the Demon Lord to help them.
The power of respect can achieve immortality to a certain extent.
Of course, this is not absolute, but compared to other demon cultivators, they do have more tenacious vitality."
There was a hint of urgency and fear in the Demon King's words. He obviously didn't want to struggle with Ling Xiao on this issue for too long. After all, Ling Xiao's anger at this moment had burned to the extreme. A slight mistake could lead to an irresponsible situation.
Cleaning up the disaster.
Hearing this, the anger in Ling Xiao's eyes calmed down a little, but he still gritted his teeth tightly and said in a low and firm voice: "I don't have the strength of the Demon Lord, and I can't use his power to achieve immortality.
Immortal."
"No additional conditions are required!" The phantom of the Demon King said slowly with a trace of unquestionable confidence in his tone:
"Ling Xiao, you only need to help me recover completely, and I will have a way to carefully create an immortal spirit body for each of your thirteen demon generals. This spirit body will serve as their true body.
, permanently inhabiting this mysterious space.
And what they show to the outside world is nothing more than their demon body, which is the embodiment of their battle and sacrifice. Once the demon body falls in the battle, although the spirit body will be depleted, it will never truly die."
The phantom of the Demon Spirit King paused slightly, as if observing Ling Xiao's reaction, and then added:
"Of course, the premise of all this is that these spiritual bodies are closely connected with your soul. In other words, your life and death will be directly related to the survival of these spiritual bodies. If unfortunately something unexpected happens and your soul is annihilated, then these spiritual bodies will be destroyed.
The body will also dissipate and cease to exist.”
Hearing this, Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with shock and excitement that could not be concealed, and his breathing involuntarily became rapid, as if he had just heard a miracle that could change all fate.
"You mean... they, my brothers, still have a chance to be resurrected? Even after the destruction of the demon body, their spirit bodies can still remain, waiting for some form of rebirth?" Ling Xiao's voice trembled slightly,
Every word reveals his deep concern and reluctance for his brothers.
"There's no real resurrection, Ling Xiao, you have to thank this magical needle."
There was a hint of emotion in the Phantom King's tone as he explained: "It is this magic needle that has locked the souls of your brothers with its unique power, allowing them to transform into spiritual forms. Otherwise,
Once the soul dissipates into the invisible, then they are truly finished and can never be recovered."
There was a deep light shining in the eyes of Demon King Phantom, which seemed to emphasize the extraordinary nature of the magic needle: "In short, if you can help me completely recover as soon as possible, I will be confident that I will have a way to revive you."
Brothers are resurrected with a new attitude."
Ling Xiao's eyes were locked on the phantom face of the Demon Spirit King, and his heart was filled with complex emotions. He was not sure whether the Demon Spirit King's words were completely credible, but in this desperate moment, even if there was a glimmer of hope, he
I am also willing to hold on tightly.
"You better not lie to me, Demon Spirit King!" Ling Xiao's voice was low and powerful, and every word revealed his warning and expectations for the Demon Spirit King. He knew very well that once the Demon Spirit King was deceiving him,
Then the consequences will be disastrous.
However, whether it was true or false, Ling Xiao had already made up his mind.
He slowly placed the bodies of the six deceased demon generals into the magic needle space.
This space seems to have a magical power that can prevent the corpses from decaying, and can even be tempered by the demonic energy to make their bodies stronger and stronger when they are resurrected in the future.
Ling Xiao looked at the corpses lying quietly in the magic needle space and prayed silently in his heart: "Brothers, wait for me, I will definitely let you stand on this land again and fight side by side with me."
After making all these arrangements, Ling Xiao's heart was still heavy. He took a deep breath and left the magic needle space again, as if he had returned to reality from a dream.
"Son, are you okay?" Jiang Xiruo saw Ling Xiao coming out of his deep thoughts and hurriedly greeted him, her eyes full of concern and worry. She gently put her hand on Ling Xiao's shoulder, trying to give him some comfort.
Ling Xiao looked up at his mother and forced a smile, trying to make his mood appear lighter. "Don't worry, Mom, I'm fine."
Although he knew that the Six Demons would be resurrected, this was only a possibility after all, and he was not happy yet.
Hearing this, Jiang Xiruo felt mixed emotions in her heart. She patted the back of Ling Xiao's hand gently and said softly: "Son, mother knows what you are thinking. But no matter what, you must be strong, because you are a member of the Ling family
hope."
At this moment, Jiang Xiruo suddenly changed the subject and said: "Son, is your father's soul still there with you? Give him to me, I will take him to his hometown." Her eyes flashed.
Through a trace of imperceptible determination and sadness.
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When Ling Xiao heard this, he was stunned for a moment. He never thought that his mother would make such a request, let alone where his father's hometown is. "My father's hometown? Isn't he from Northern Xinjiang?" he wondered.
He asked, his eyes full of confusion.
Jiang Xiruo sighed softly, with a trace of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.
She slowly explained: "He is and is not. He has lived in Northern Xinjiang for hundreds of years and has deep feelings for this place. But he is indeed an outsider and an adopted son adopted by the Ling family. It is precisely because of this identity that
After he became the head of the family, some people were dissatisfied and plotted against him."
Speaking of this, Jiang Xiruo's voice was choked with sobs, and she seemed to recall that dusty past, that tragic story about her husband's identity and fate.
"But... my father's soul is not stable enough right now. Is it really okay to do this?" Ling Xiao's brows were furrowed and his eyes were full of worry. He knew very well that the fragility and subtlety of the soul's state could lead to serious consequences if he was not careful.
It may cause irreparable consequences.
Jiang Xiruo gently patted the back of Ling Xiao's hand, conveying firmness and comfort with his eyes.
"Don't worry, child, I have a treasure specifically for storing souls. Moreover, your father's hometown is an extremely powerful place with many magical means that we can't imagine. They will definitely have a way to resurrect him." As she said that, she lifted him from her arms.
He slowly took out a spiritual talisman that shone faintly.