A Demon’s Path

During the two days when the black flames were raging, Ling Xiao hid in his training room after learning that all the tower soul guards of gods and demons had been wiped out. Except for Long Yuxuan, no one knew what he was doing.

Although Long Yuxuan was very worried, she believed that Ling Xiao, this man who had been creating miracles all this time, would definitely create miracles again.

In Ling Xiao's room, Ling Xiao was sitting cross-legged on the ground at this moment, with his eyes closed tightly, and all kinds of weird handprints on his hands. In front of him, the black Tushen was placed on the ground, surrounded by a strange pattern, and Tushen was located in the center of the pattern.

The pattern is a large circle connecting seven circles, and Ling Xiao placed many amethyst stones on the positions of the seven circles.

If other people see so many amethyst stones, they might go crazy immediately. Because the value of these amethysts 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, the sacrifice to the god of slaughter.

Among the magic skills given to Ling Xiao by the master of the demon soul, there is a method of sacrificial weapon refining, which can make those weapons that have spirituality and are extremely difficult to control communicate with the master's consciousness, so that the master can temporarily use them with ease. As for being backlashed by weapons.

This skill called Demon Soul Sacrifice Art is just right for Ling Xiao to sacrifice to the God of Slaughter, and it just so happens that Ling Xiao has the conditions for cultivating the God of Slaughter - the resentful souls of 300,000 chained soul masters.

The souls of the divine soul masters who were killed by Ling Xiao with the green bamboo soul-destroying incense and the burning world black flame were all sucked into the god-devil token by Ling Xiao, and Ling Xiao was planning to do this.

He knew that with Yue Shanan's ability, if he didn't have Tu Shen in his hands, no one in Xihe City would be Yue Shanan's opponent.

And Ling Xiao heard the information from Shang Ziheng and knew that Yue Xianan had brought a magic weapon from the Heavenly Soul Realm, which was just enough to restrain the God of Slaughter, so Ling Xiao needed the power of the God of Slaughter even more, and it was the kind of power that transcended previous strength.

Even though this Demon Soul Sacrifice Art can only be used once, and it can only last for twelve hours at a time, and there is still the danger of suffering backlash if the sacrifice fails, Ling Xiao has no other choice.

The Patriarch of the Seven Demons and Min Tianqi have abided by the agreement, and the Patriarch of the Seven Demons has already helped out within ten days. If Ling Xiao hadn't taken care of the rest, then he would not have allowed the Patriarch of the Seven Demons and Min Tianqi to continue to cooperate with him of capital.

Therefore, Ling Xiao must deal with this God Slayer.

But seeing Ling Xiao's hands like lotuses, the handprints were knotted one by one, and engraved on Tushen's body.

Tu Shen seemed to have sensed that someone was breaking its seal. It was lying motionless on the ground and began to hum and tremble. Then, Tu Shen emitted a cloud of black air and quickly enveloped Ling Xiao. Come.

Ling Xiao immediately sacrificed the god demon token, and the golden light flashed on the token, and one after another, the resentful souls of the soul masters were injected into the slaughtering god.

As if the cat smelled a fishy smell, the cloud of black air immediately turned back and pounced towards the resentful souls of the spirit masters.

"Ah!" Those resentful souls were eroded by the black air, and they let out bursts of crying and howling, the kind of shrillness that could make people go crazy!

Fortunately, Ling Xiao is not an ordinary person. Having seen all kinds of tragic scenes, Ling Xiao has already become immune to this kind of misery, and will not be moved by the screams of these souls.

These people came to kill him, so why not sacrifice the souls of these enemies?

Of course, among them were the souls of many Haotianzong disciples, Ling Xiao had already placed them alone in another place, waiting for the right opportunity to find physical 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, and the speed of releasing the souls from the tokens of gods and demons became faster and faster, and more and more black air came out of the God Slaughter, frantically devouring these souls.

This devouring lasted for more than three hours, until none of the god-devil tokens attacked the soul of Xihe's soul master, the black air turned into a devil's face, belching with its mouth wide open.

"Seal!" Ling Xiao shouted anxiously, and a mark flew towards the devil's face, engraving a bright "seal" on the devil's face.

"Aww!" The devil's face roared wildly, its face distorted by pain opened its mouth wide towards Ling Xiao, as if it wanted to swallow Ling Xiao in one gulp.

But the word "seal" was deeply embedded in his face, making him unable to move forward at all. He could only grin his teeth in place and bounce up and down desperately in place.

Even so, Ling Xiao's seven souls were connected to that printed character, and he still received the impact of this devil's face, his whole body seemed to be knocked apart by something.

"Get angry with your Grandpa Ling!? There's no door!" Ling Xiao swallowed the blood that was about to be swallowed forcefully, staring fiercely at the devil's face: "No matter how arrogant you are, if you make your Grandpa Ling anxious, you will never be able to get out of here!" Sealed you and turned you into a piece of scrap iron!"

The devil face was not afraid of Ling Xiao's intimidation at all, and continued to jump up and down. Even if Ling Xiao supplemented his soul power with pills and desperately increased the power of the word "yin", he still couldn't get rid of this devil face. surrender.

"Xiao Ling, let me do it." A golden light flew out from the Slaughter God, and quickly merged into the devil's face.

The originally arrogant demon face suddenly shrunk, turning into a cloud of extremely smooth black air, which gently penetrated into Ling Xiao's Yintang.

In an instant, Ling Xiao immediately sensed the connection between him and Tushen. Now, as long as he has a thought, Tushen will exert the strongest power to help him.

At the same time, Ling Xiao also felt a group of extremely soft and familiar chaotic soul power once again merged into his seven souls, quickly nourishing the damage to the seven souls that he suffered just now because of forcibly suppressing the God Slayer.

"Uncle Xiao..." Ling Xiao softly called Xiao Beimin, the elder who had turned into a soul and wanted to help him to the end, with hot tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes.

"Xiao Ling, don't cry. This time, it was Uncle Xiao who communicated with you for the last time. Uncle Xiao didn't have much time, so you have to listen carefully, understand?" Xiao Beimin couldn't even form a phantom now, only him That gentle voice remained.

"Understood." Ling Xiao nodded, and used her soul power to dry the tears on her face: "Uncle Xiao, tell me. If you have any unfulfilled wishes, I will definitely fulfill them for you."

"Hehe, Uncle Xiao is very pleased that Xiao Ling can grow up so quickly. As long as Xiao Ling lives well is Uncle Xiao's greatest wish." Xiao Beimin said gently: "This is what Uncle Xiao promised to your father. You have to fulfill your promise for the rest of your life. In the future, when you see your father Ling Feng, you can tell him that Xiao Beimin has done what he promised, and you are not ashamed of being a friend to him."

"En." Ling Xiao promised, feeling very confused. He admired Xiao Beimin for keeping his promise, and at the same time, he couldn't help feeling a bit of resentment towards his father.

It's obviously something you, a father, should do, but why do you let your friends sacrifice their lives to do it?

"Why did you promise my father?" Ling Xiao couldn't help asking curiously: "Is it just because he helped you realize the ideal of protecting Yaotian Continent?"

Xiao Beimin laughed and said: "Yes. For me, this ideal is very important. When I was a child, my family was extremely poor, and I was raised with the help of my neighbors. So I vowed to become an excellent soul master, Have the power to help all those in need."

"You know what happened later, so I don't need to say more. Xiao Ling, if I have any wishes, then I will say a few words to you at the end: First, find a quiet place , help me bury my junior sister Mu Xiaoyun's body properly, and don't let anyone disturb her; second, no matter what happens to you in the future, you have to remember that you are always yourself, not anyone's substitute, and you don't need to Live for anyone, or die for anyone, even if that person is your closest relative..."

After saying these two sentences, Xiao Beimin's soul completely faded, turning into the chaotic soul power in Ling Xiao's body.

From then on, there was no such person as Xiao Beimin in the world, and even Xiao Beimin's soul no longer existed.

Ling Xiao sat on the ground in a daze, speechless for a while.

In his mind, he was always thinking about the past between himself and Uncle Xiao. This man who used his life to fulfill his promise never harmed him, so Ling Xiao always believed that his last words were also for himself. For the sake of.

As for the first of Xiao Beimin's last two sentences, Ling Xiao can understand it, it's human nature. Ling Xiao also planned to fulfill her promise to Wang Zeyuan and bury Wang Ke properly, just right.

But Ling Xiao really didn't understand why Xiao Beimin said the last sentence.

Who is your closest relative? Those women with whom he was related? Uncle Xiao doesn't seem to mean that!

Who is this closest person referring to?

Without a doubt, of course it was Ling Xiao's father!

If Xiao Beimin was referring to Ling Xiao's mother, Ling Xiao naturally wouldn't believe it, because Xiao Beimin didn'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? What is he reminding me of?" Ling Xiao frowned, thinking of many possibilities, but still couldn't figure it out.

Most likely, what Xiao Beimin meant was that his father needed him to be his substitute, and then asked him to live and die for his father Ling Feng?

How can this be!

Ling Xiao always remembered the back figure that turned away when he was six years old, with endless helplessness and the glistening tears under the sun, Ling Xiao could deeply feel it.

This figure will kill him? Even if Ling Xiao was killed, Ling Xiao would not believe it.

Unless Ling Xiao really saw this scene with his own eyes, he could believe it was true!

Since he couldn't figure it out, Ling Xiao didn't think about it. Anyway, Ling Xiao didn't know when he would see that figure from behind.

What's the use of thinking about it now? Why don't you just ask him yourself then?

Putting away these chaotic thoughts, with a thought, Ling Xiao took Tushen into the space, and slowly opened the door of the training room.

Outside the door, Long Yuxuan was anxiously waiting for Ling Xiao. As soon as the door opened, Long Yuxuan greeted her, with a bit of unconcealable joy in her tone: "Successful?"

Ling Xiao nodded and smiled at Long Yuxuan: "Yes, it worked. Now, let's go to Longzhen. In two days, he will be our main force."