"Thank you, senior, for your advice!" Ling Xiao nodded respectfully, his tone full of gratitude and awe. He understood that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a critical moment that could greatly increase his strength and even change his destiny.
Immediately, he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, and began to concentrate on manipulating his body to practice the magical skills taught by the ancestor of the demon soul beast.
I saw that under Ling Xiao's control, the outer body began to slowly operate a set of complex and mysterious techniques. Every movement contained endless power and mystery.
As the practice deepens, the aura outside the body becomes more and more powerful, as if it is resonating with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, constantly absorbing the essence of heaven and earth to strengthen itself.
This magical skill is called the "Ancestral Divine Skill", and it is a supreme secret method inherited from the ancestors of the demon soul beasts.
After practicing, you can condense the power of the ancestors, which is a kind of power originating from ancient times, full of wildness and violence, which can greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of warriors, making them more powerful and invincible in battle.
What's even more amazing is that once the condensation is successful, the warrior can even transform into the ancestral demon soul beast, possessing the powerful abilities and majesty of such ancient creatures.
However, such a powerful magical skill naturally has its flaws. The use of the power of the ancestor is like a double-edged sword. Although it can bring powerful power, it cannot be sustained for a long time.
If abused without restraint, the violent power may backfire on its owner, seriously affecting the soul of the cultivator, gradually getting lost in the wild nature of the ancestor, and eventually turning into a real beast, completely losing his mind, and becoming a mere beast.
A puppet who knows how to kill.
Of course, this is not an insurmountable problem for Ling Xiao. Because it is his outer body, not his true body, that uses the ancestral magic. Although his outer body is connected to his soul, it is independent of him.
Existence outside of ontology.
Therefore, even if the outer body is affected by the power of the ancestor during the cultivation process, it will never affect his body, let alone cause any harm to his soul.
Ling Xiao knew this very well, so he didn't have the slightest hesitation or fear when practicing the Ancestral Divine Art.
He devoted himself wholeheartedly to his cultivation, feeling that his body gradually became stronger and more violent under the nourishment of the ancestor's power.
His heart was full of expectations and confidence. He knew that as long as he could master this magical skill, his body would become the sharpest sword in his hand, cutting off all obstacles for him and reaching the top.
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Outside, Lie Yong and Jin Yan were like two sculptures, staring at the closed door of the secret room, their eyes full of anxiety and helplessness.
They knew that with their own strength, they would not be able to enter the mysterious chamber, let alone provide any substantial help to Ling Xiao.
At this time, all they could do, besides waiting, was to pray that Ling Xiao would be safe and get through this difficulty smoothly.
At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps broke the silence around them, and a group of people suddenly came from not far away. Their steps were neat and powerful, and they were obviously not ordinary people. Lie Yong and Jin Yan's nerves were tense instantly, and they were vigilant.
He turned around and looked at the group of people with burning eyes.
Lie Yong's brows suddenly frowned, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. When he saw the face of the visitor clearly, the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger.
The leader is an old man. He wears a large black robe with complicated magic patterns embroidered on it, making him look mysterious and unpredictable. The old man's eyes are cold and deep, as if he can see into people's hearts. The person who comes is not good, and he is obviously not a good person.
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"Ancestor of the Wen family!" Lie Yong exclaimed secretly in his heart. He quickly adjusted his emotions, bowed slightly and saluted, and shouted in a low and respectful voice.
He knew very well that this old man was the ancestor of the Wen family, one of the two old monsters in Demon Soul Village. His strength was unfathomable and he was definitely not something they could easily provoke.
Lie Yong's eyes swept through the crowd behind the old man, and he noticed that there were some familiar faces among them.
Wen Yu before and the old Wen who had fought with him were all members of the Wen family. Their appearance undoubtedly made Lie Yong's uneasiness even more intense.
Lie Yong glanced at the old man, with a bit of complexity and helplessness in his eyes, then gave a slight salute and whispered: "Wen Zu!" Although his voice was soft, it revealed an indescribable determination.
Wen Zu glanced at Lie Yong coldly, his wrinkled eyes revealing unquestionable majesty and indifference.
He spoke in a bad tone: "I heard that you let the human who killed my Wen family and hurt my heirs enter the secret room?" Every word was like an ice pick, chilling people's hearts.
Lie Yong took a deep breath and nodded with a solemn expression: "Yes, but this person's identity..." He tried to explain, but before he could finish his words, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Wen Zu.
"That's enough!" Wen Zu's voice was like thunder, echoing in the air. His face was full of anger and disdain, "You want to give the treasure of my Demon Soul Beast clan to a human being? Do you know what that treasure means to me?
What does clan mean?" His tone was full of doubts and anger about Lie Yong's behavior.
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Lie Yong was about to speak, wanting to further elaborate on his position and considerations, but Wen Zu had lost his patience.
He suddenly shouted angrily: "Are you crazy? Or have you been deceived by that cunning human? I really doubt whether you are the village chief of my Demon Soul Beast or a human spy!"
Wen Zu's words were like sharp blades, piercing Lieyong's heart. His eyes were filled with a crisis of trust and deep disappointment for Lieyong.
As he spoke, Wen Zu swayed and led the group of people behind him towards the closed door of the secret room like a violent storm. Their speed was extremely fast, like black lightning, and they arrived in front of the secret room in an instant.
However, the barrier of the secret room was like an indestructible barrier, and Wen Zu and his party were suddenly ejected. They were like kites with broken strings, drawing arcs in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground.
Wen Zu's face instantly became extremely gloomy, and his eyes revealed unconcealable anger and unwillingness. He clenched his fists tightly, as if he wanted to crush the invisible barrier.
"Wen Zu, it's better not to waste your time." Upon seeing this, Lie Yong said unhappily, "This secret room opened the barrier on its own, and now no one can enter." There was a hint of helplessness in his tone.
and tried to calm down Wen Zu's anger.
However, Wen Zu seemed not to have heard Lie Yong's words, and his eyes were still burning with raging anger. He knew that the purpose of his trip had not been achieved, and the unwillingness and anger in his heart surged like a tidal wave.
At this time, Lie Yong also felt a little unhappy. As the village chief of the Demon Soul Beast clan, he has always been highly respected and trusted.