Two days after the black flames burned, Ling Xiao hid in his training room after learning that all the soul guards of the Tower of Gods and Demons were destroyed. No one except Long Yuxuan knew what he was doing.
Although Long Yuxuan was very worried, she believed that Ling Xiao, a man who had always created miracles, would definitely create miracles again.
In Ling Xiao's room, Ling Xiao was sitting cross-legged on the ground at this time, with his eyes closed tightly and his hands making various weird handprints. In front of him, the black God of Slaughter was placed on the ground, with a strange figure drawn around it. pattern, and the God of Killing is located in the center of the circle in the middle of the pattern.
The pattern is a large circle connected with seven circles. On top of the seven circles, Ling Xiao placed many amethyst stones.
If other people saw so many amethyst stones, they might go crazy immediately, because the value of these amethyst stones is enough to buy all the cities of any sect in the three days and three places.
Ling Xiao doesn't care how much these amethyst stones are worth now, he just wants to complete this sacrifice to the God of Slaughter.
Among the magic skills given to Ling Xiao by the Lord of Demonic Souls, there is a method of refining weapons, which can connect those spiritual and extremely difficult-to-control weapons with the owner's consciousness, allowing the owner to temporarily use them without any trouble. As for the backlash from weapons.
This skill called Demon Soul Sacrifice Weaponry is just right for Ling Xiao to sacrifice to the God of Slaughter, and it just so happens that Ling Xiao has the conditions to sacrifice to the God of Slaughter, the resentful souls of three hundred thousand chain soul masters.
The souls of the soul masters who were killed by Ling Xiao using the Green Basket Soul-Seizing Incense and the World-Burning Black Flame were all sucked into the God-Demon Token by Ling Xiao. This was what Ling Xiao was planning to do.
He knew that with Yue Xianan's ability, if he didn't have the God of Slaughter, no one in Xihe City would be Yue Xianan's opponent.
And Ling Xiao heard the information from Shang Zi and found out that Yue Xianan had brought a magic weapon from the Heavenly Soul Realm, which could just restrain the God of Slaughter, so Ling Xiao needed the power of the God of Slaughter, and that kind of transcendence. previous strength.
Even though this demon soul sacrificial weaponry can only be used once and can only last for twelve hours at a time, and there is a risk of backlash due to failed sacrificial attempts, Ling Xiao has no other choice.
The Seven Demons Ancestor and Min Tianqi had already abided by their agreement, and the Seven Demons Ancestor had already come to help in less than ten days. If Ling Xiao had not done the rest by himself, then he would not have allowed the Seven Demons Ancestor and Min Tianqi to continue to cooperate with him. of capital.
Therefore, Ling Xiao must deal with this God-Slayer.
But I saw Ling Xiao's hand was like a lotus, and the handprints were knotted one by one, and they were carved on the body of Tu Shen.
The Butcher God seemed to sense that someone was undoing its seal. It was lying motionless on the ground and began to buzz and tremble. Then, a mass of black energy emitted from the Butcher God's body and quickly enveloped Ling Xiao. Come.
Ling Xiao immediately sacrificed the God and Demon Token, and the token flashed with golden light, and one after another the resentful souls of the Soul Masters were injected into the God of Slaughter.
The black gas seemed to have smelled the fishy smell, and it immediately turned back and pounced towards the resentful souls of the soul masters.
"Ah." Those resentful souls were eroded by the black energy, making bursts of ghostly cries and wolf howls, which were so shrill and shrill that they almost made people go crazy.
Fortunately, Ling Xiao is not an ordinary person. He has witnessed various tragic scenes. Ling Xiao has become immune to this kind of misery and will not be moved by the screams of these souls.
These people are here to kill him, so why not use the souls of these enemies as sacrifices?
Of course, many of the souls of Haotian Sect disciples had already been placed alone in another place by Ling Xiao, waiting for the appropriate opportunity to find bodies for them and allow them to be reborn.
He is the uncle of a disciple of the Haotian Sect, so naturally he would not use his nephew's soul to refine weapons.
The screams continued, the God and Demon Token released the souls faster and faster, and more and more black energy came out of the God Slaughter, devouring these souls crazily.
This kind of devouring lasted for more than three hours, until none of the gods and demon tokens attacked Xihe Soul Master's soul anymore, and the black energy turned into a demon's face, with its mouth wide open and belching.
"Seal." Ling Xiao shouted urgently, and a mark flew towards the demon's face, carving a bright word "seal" on the demon's face.
"Ouch..." Demon Face roared wildly, his face twisted in pain and he opened his mouth wide towards Ling Xiao, as if he wanted to swallow Ling Xiao in one gulp.
But the word "seal" was deeply embedded in his face, making it impossible for him to move forward at all. He could only stand in place, grinning, and jumping up and down desperately.
Even so, Ling Xiao's seven souls were connected to the seal, but they were still impacted by the demon's face, as if their bones were about to be knocked apart by something.
"There is no way to fight with you, Grandpa Ling." Ling Xiao forcefully swallowed the mouthful of blood and stared at the devil's face fiercely: "If you are arrogant again, I will offend you, Grandpa Ling, forever. I sealed you and turned you into a piece of scrap metal."
The demon face was not afraid of Ling Xiao's intimidation at all, and continued to jump up and down. Even if Ling Xiao replenished his soul power with pills and desperately increased the power of the word "seal", he still couldn't remove this demon face. surrender.
"Xiao Ling, let me do it." A golden light flew out from the God of Slaughter and quickly merged into the demon's face.
The devilish face that was originally very arrogant suddenly shrank and turned into a ball of extremely supple black energy, which gently penetrated into Ling Xiao's Yintang.
In an instant, Ling Xiao immediately sensed the mental connection between him and the Butcher God. Now, as long as he thinks about it, the Butcher God will exert its strongest power to help him.
At the same time, Ling Xiao also felt an extremely soft and familiar chaotic soul force integrated into his seven souls again, quickly nourishing the damage he had suffered from the seven souls just because he forcibly suppressed the God-Slaughter.
"Uncle Xiao..." Ling Xiao gently called Xiao Beimin, the elder who had turned into a spirit and still wanted to help him to the end. Two lines of hot tears could not help but roll down the corners of his eyes.
"Xiao Ling, don't cry. This time, it's Uncle Xiao who communicates with you for the last time. Uncle Xiao doesn't have much time, so you have to listen carefully, understand." Xiao Beimin can't even form a shadow now, only him That gentle voice remains the same.
"Understood." Ling Xiao nodded and used his soul power to evaporate the tears on his face: "Uncle Xiao, tell me if you have any unfulfilled wishes, I will definitely fulfill them for you."
"Haha, Uncle Xiao is very pleased that Xiao Ling can grow up so quickly. As long as Xiao Ling lives well, that is Uncle Xiao's biggest wish." Xiao Beimin said in a gentle voice: "This is what Uncle Xiao promised your father, naturally. You have to fulfill your promise for the rest of your life, and when you see your father Ling Feng in the future, you can tell him that Xiao Beimin has done what he promised him, and he is worthy of his friend."
"Yes." Ling Xiao agreed, feeling very confused. He admired Xiao Beimin for keeping his promise. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards his father.
It's obviously what you, as a father, should do, but why do you let your friends risk their lives to do it?
"Why did you agree to my father?" Ling Xiao couldn't help but asked curiously: "Is it just because he helped you realize your ideal of protecting Yaotian Continent?"
Xiao Beimin chuckled and said: "Yes, this ideal is very important to me. When I was a child, my family was very poor, and I relied on the help of my neighbors to raise me, so I vowed to become an excellent soul master. Have the power to help all those in need."
"You also know what happened later, so I don't need to say more. Xiaoling, if I have any other wishes, then I will say two final words to you: First, find a quiet place. , help me bury the body of my junior sister Mu Xiaoyun properly, and don’t let anyone disturb her; secondly, no matter what situation you encounter in the future, you must remember that you are always yourself, not anyone else’s substitute, you don’t need Live for anyone, or die for anyone, even if that person is your dearest person..."
After saying these two sentences, Xiao Beimin's soul completely faded and turned into the chaotic soul power in Ling Xiao's body.
From then on, Xiao Beimin no longer existed in the world, and even Xiao Beimin's soul no longer existed.
Ling Xiao sat on the ground in a daze, speechless for a long time.
In his mind, he was always thinking about every detail of his past with Uncle Xiao. This man who used his own life to fulfill his promise had never harmed him, so Ling Xiao always believed that his last words were also for him. Think about it.
As for the first of Xiao Beimin's last two sentences, Ling Xiao can understand it. This is human nature. Ling Xiao also intends to fulfill his promise to Wang Zeyuan and bury Wang Ke properly, which is just right.
But Ling Xiao really didn't understand why Xiao Beimin said the last sentence.
Who are the people he is closest to, the women who are related to him? Uncle Xiao doesn't seem to mean this.
So who does this closest person refer to?
There is no doubt that he is Ling Xiao's father.
If Xiao Beimin refers to Ling Xiao's mother, Ling Xiao naturally doesn't believe it, because Xiao Beimin doesn't know Ling Xiao's mother at all.
The only possibility is naturally Ling Xiao's father Ling Feng.
"Why did Uncle Xiao say that? He was reminding me of something." Ling Xiao frowned and thought about many possibilities, but still couldn't figure it out.
Most likely, Xiao Beimin was referring to his father who needed him to be his substitute, and then asked him to live and die for his father Ling Feng.
How is this possible.
Ling Xiao always remembers the figure who turned away when he was six years old. Ling Xiao could feel it deeply with the endless helplessness and the glistening tears in the sun.
This figure will make him die. Even if he kills Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao will not believe it.
Unless Ling Xiao really sees this scene with his own eyes, he can believe it is true.
Since he couldn't figure it out, Ling Xiao didn't want to think about it. Anyway, Ling Xiao himself didn't know when he would see that figure from behind.
What's the use of thinking about it now? I can just ask him personally when the time comes.
Putting away these chaotic thoughts, Ling Xiao made a thought, put the God of Killing into the space, and slowly opened the door of the training room.
Outside the door, Long Yuxuan was waiting anxiously for Ling Xiao. As soon as the door opened, Long Yuxuan came forward and said with a bit of unconcealable joy in her voice: "It's successful."
Ling Xiao nodded, smiled at Long Yuxuan and said: "Yes, it was successful. Now, let's go find Long Zhen. In two days, he will be our main force."