In a daze, Ling Xiao didn't know where he was because he didn't recognize the surrounding environment around him at all.
It was a vast white sea of clouds and mist, and he stood on the soft clouds and mist.
Ling Xiao tried to take a few steps, and the soft clouds and mist that were as soft as cotton could still support the weight of his body, and there was no sign of being unable to bear the sign of falling Ling Xiao down.
Looking up at the sky, Ling Xiao saw that it was an empty blue sky, with no clouds and no sun.
Ling Xiao looked down at his feet and saw that what was under the clouds and mist could not be seen at all.
"What the hell is this?" Ling Xiao frowned and tried to use his mental power to check the surroundings, but he was helpless to find that in this place, his mental power could only spread to a range of about a hundred meters.
Ling Xiao knew that he was a "silent ghost" now, and he didn't know where to go anyway, so just take a walk around.
As he walked forward, Ling Xiao found that the scenery under his feet began to change. His feet, which were originally covered by clouds, became transparent, allowing him to look from above.
The mountain below is exactly where Ling Xiao recalled after being punched by Wang Zhongbo in the head last time, his childhood home.
Ling Xiao looked closely and saw that there were many people fighting fiercely on the mountain, and many people besieging one.
The man held the God-Slaying God in his hand, and it was Ling Xiao's father Ling Feng.
"Dad." Ling Xiao exclaimed, trying to rush down, but found that his feet were not empty, but the clouds and mists that were lying on him became transparent.
It is impossible to break through the clouds and mists in his current state.
Therefore, Ling Xiao could only stand here and clench his fists and watch.
Hundreds of soul masters wearing black and white costumes besieged Ling Feng, but were blocked by Ling Feng with the sword light of the god-slaughtering gods for dozens of meters away, and could not get close to him.
Ling Xiao recognized the clothes of these people, and these guys were the minions brought by the old man who claimed to be his mother's father.
If Ling Xiao was right, the situation at this time was exactly what he saw when he was unconscious last time.
Ling Xiao was taken away by his mother, while his father Ling Feng was responsible for cutting off the rear.
It seems that now is the situation when my father was cut off.
"I can see my past here." Ling Xiao was not unaware of the curiosity. Although he knew it was the past, he still sweated hard for his father.
"That old bastard actually went to find Jing'er." Ling Feng noticed that the old man was missing and his murderous aura suddenly arose.
"You all die for me." Ling Feng shouted, and the God of Slaughter was thrown out by him. While rotating, he turned around his body at an extremely fast speed, and then returned to his On hand.
The trajectory that the gods drew by the gods, layers of black light spread out like water marks, making a soothing sound.
Puff, after one move, Ling Feng spat out a heavy mouthful of blood, inserted it into the ground with the tip of the knife, held the handle of the knife in both hands, and gasped in big mouthfuls.
It seems that this move consumed a lot of Ling Feng's soul power, forcing him to stop and rest and adjust.
The hundreds of guys who were besieging Ling Feng just now stopped in place, their eyes were empty and spiritless, as if they were puppets without consciousness.
After a moment, Ling Feng pulled out the God-Slaying God from the ground, wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, and walked towards the direction where his wife had escaped.
Behind him, the bodies of the hundreds of guys were obliquely down from their shoulders until a long blood mark appeared on the waist on the other side. Blood spurted out from the blood marks, making a sound. Like the mist of a fountain.
After the blood mist was sprayed, half of the hundreds of guys slid down the blood mark and fell to the ground, revealing their fatal wounds.
Each corpse is the same, and it has been cut in the same place, and the wound is smooth and smooth, as if it has been measured most accurately without any flaws.
Killing the God is indeed a perfect killing weapon.
Ling Xiao, who was watching the battle on the transparent clouds and mist, took a breath. Why didn’t he know how to kill God? It seems that this move should be a god-killing move created by his father.
Ling Feng disappeared from Ling Xiao's sight. Ling Xiao wanted to know what happened next, so he quickly followed.
After a while, Ling Xiao came to the place where his memory was interrupted last time and saw Ling Feng again.
In front of his father Ling Feng, there was his mother and the old miscellaneous mother whom he called her father.
They had stopped fighting, and the old bastard looked at Ling Xiao's mother sobbing beside her, with a look of indifference.
At that time, I was actually lying in my mother's arms, with no fluctuations in my breath and soul.
"How could this be the case? I actually died at that time." Ling Xiao could tell from his mother's sad and desperate look at him that he was already dead at that time.
Ling Xiao knew that he was his father who resurrected himself by using a wisp of the Demon Soul Lord's soul, but he did not expect that he would have died like this.
When he was a child, Ling Xiao looked extremely complete from the outside, but the bones in his body were broken, not to mention how damaged the internal organs were.
The young corpse fell softly in his mother's arms, and his painful face was always on the verge of death. You can imagine how painful Ling Xiao was at that moment.
"Murrong Huatian, you old bastard, I'll give my son my life." Ling Feng's hair moved without wind, and his whole body was instantly shrouded in an extremely rich black gas. The god-slaying in his hand lit up and darkened, flashing The stunning darkness light.
"Murong Huatian, that old bastard is Murong Huatian." Ling Xiao's "heart" twitched suddenly. He wanted to make his stiff face move a few times, but he found all his expressions Functions have temporarily lost their function.
Ling Xiao never expected that his mother's father would be Murong Huatian, the Lord of Soul.
The mother is the daughter of Murong Huatian, the Lord of the Spirit, and the father is the son of Ling Mietian, the Lord of the Demon Soul. No wonder Murong Huatian obstructed Ling Xiao’s marriage with his mother in this way.
Who would want his daughter to marry the son of his enemy? What's more, Murong Huatian is not a broad-minded person.
Seeing Ling Feng so excited, Murong Huatian knew that fierce battles were inevitable.
Just as I was about to fight Ling Feng, Murong Huatian didn't know what happened, his face suddenly changed slightly, and he said hatefully: "Ling Feng, spare your life first, and wait until I resolve the matter over there, and then come to settle the score with you. .”
"Don't leave." Ling Feng, regardless of whether Murong Huatian was really in trouble or something, raised his hand and jumped high, slashed at Murong Huatian with a knife.
call.
A huge black sword light that was more than a hundred meters long slashed towards Murong Huatian. This was the first time Ling Xiao saw the tangible sword light that he had seen the god-slaughtering gods.
Murong Huatian was unconscious to fight, so he casually called out a golden shield to block it, and he took the opportunity to use his teleportation skills to leave here.
Boom.
The golden shield could not block the power of the god-slaying power and exploded in an instant.
After the shield was broken into countless golden spots of light, the sword light of the God-slaying God continued to slash down. Then, Ling Xiao in the sky saw the most horrifying scene in his life.
The sword light fell on the ground, smashing the soil on the ground into a 100-meter-high ground wave.
The powerful force was like a giant bulldozer, extending the 100-meter-high earth wave infinitely along the front of the knife light.
After the earth waves, Ling Xiao was shocked to see a bottomless crack that was like a black giant snake entrenched on the ground, with no head in front and no tail in the back.
Countless heat waves with magma Mars spurted out from the cracks that were more than ten meters wide. It seemed that Ling Feng's sword actually hit the center of the continent.
Ling Xiao finally let his face suck a few times this time, and kept muttering: "Dad, Dad, how could you be so fierce... As your son, I am so big. ah."
However, his fierce father could not do anything to the Lord of Soul Murong Huatian. Ling Xiao really couldn't imagine how terrible that guy was.
Gudong, just as Ling Xiao was imagining Murong Huatian's mightyness, his father Ling Feng suddenly fell to the ground and fell into a coma.
"Feng." Ling Xiao's mother hugged Xiao Lingxiao's body, hurriedly rushed to Ling Xiao's father Ling Feng, and burst into tears.
Within one day, the son died and the husband was seriously injured. Ling Xiao deeply felt the sadness of his mother.
"Mother, where are you now? If Xiao'er could see you, she would definitely not make you so sad again..." Looking at her mother's extremely haggard face, Ling Xiao burst into tears. He was so sad, but now he was in his soul body and could not shed tears at all.
However, what Ling Xiao didn't know was that his body lying in Xihe City was now covered with tears on his face.
"What will happen next?" Ling Xiao was very curious, but the transparent clouds carrying Ling Xiao suddenly turned into white again, making Ling Xiao unable to see what happened next .
"Damn it, what's going on?" Ling Xiao was so angry that he smashed the clouds with his fist, but he had no strength at all now, and the fist could not hit the white clouds with his fist.
"Boy, don't be impatient." A slightly familiar voice came from behind him. Ling Xiao turned around and saw someone he was very unexpected.
At this time, Ling Xiao had become a vast sea behind him, with the sea undulating, pushing up and down the ship that was not too big on the sea surface.
There was a man standing on the deck on the boat, and he didn't move, but the ups and downs of the sea made him look shaking up and down, which made Ling Xiao unable to help but feel the illusion that the man was also shaking.
"Why are you here?" Ling Xiao asked the man in surprise.
The old man with a dark face and a gray beard, who else could he be if he was not the old captain?