A Demon’s Path

In a daze, Ling Xiao didn't know where he was, because he didn't recognize the environment around him at all.

It was a sea of ​​white clouds and mist, and he stood on top of that soft cloud and mist.

Ling Xiao tried to walk up a few steps, and the cloud as soft as cotton could still support the weight of his body, and there was no sign of being unable to withstand the fall of Ling Xiao.

Looking up at the sky, Ling Xiao saw an empty blue sky without clouds or sun.

Ling Xiao looked down again, but she couldn't see anything under the clouds.

"What the hell kind of place is this?" Ling Xiao frowned, trying to use his mental power to search around, but he found helplessly that in this place, his mental power could only spread to a range of about 100 meters.

Ling Xiao knew that she was a "lonely ghost" now, and she didn't know where to go anyway, so she just wandered around.

Walking forward, Ling Xiao found that the scenery under his feet began to change. His feet, which were originally tightly covered by clouds and mist, became transparent, allowing him to look down from above.

The hill below was exactly the place Ling Xiao recalled after being punched in the head by Wang Zhongbo last time - his childhood home.

Ling Xiao took a closer look, and saw that many people were fighting fiercely on that mountain, and many people were besieging one person.

The man holding the God of Slaughter was Ling Xiao's father, Ling Feng!

"Father!" Ling Xiao exclaimed, and wanted to rush down, but found that his feet were not empty, but the cloud covering him had become transparent.

In his current state, it is impossible to break through the clouds and go down.

Therefore, Ling Xiao could only stand here and watch with her fists clenched.

Hundreds of spirit masters dressed in black and white costumes besieged Ling Feng alone, but Ling Feng blocked him for tens of meters with the light of the God-slaying Saber, unable to get close.

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's guess is correct, the situation at this time is exactly after what he saw when he was unconscious last time.

Ling Xiao was taken away by his mother, and his father Ling Feng was in charge of cutting off the queen.

It seems that now is the situation when his father is divorced.

"Here, I can see my past?" Ling Xiao was not without curiosity, although he knew it was the past, but he still sweated hard for his father.

"The old bastard actually went to look for Jing'er?" Ling Feng noticed that the old man had disappeared, and his murderous aura suddenly rose!

"You all go to hell!" Ling Feng yelled, and Tu Shen was thrown out by him. While spinning, he turned around his body at a very fast speed, and then returned to his body. hand.

Layers of black rays of light spread out like water ripples in the trajectory that Tushen passed, making a whistling sound.

puff! After one move, Ling Feng spit out a mouthful of blood heavily, and stuck the tip of the knife into the ground, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, panting heavily.

It seems that this move consumed a lot of Ling Feng's soul power, so he had to stop to rest and adjust.

And the hundreds of guys who were besieging Ling Feng just now stopped in place, their eyes were empty and lifeless, as if they were puppets without consciousness.

After a while, Ling Feng pulled out Tushen from the ground, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked in the direction where his wife had fled earlier.

Behind him, the bodies of those hundreds of guys slanted down from the shoulders until a long bloodstain appeared on the waist on the other side. Fresh blood spurted out from the bloodstains, making a hissing sound, just like the water mist of a fountain.

After the blood mist was sprayed, half of the bodies of these hundreds of guys slanted down along the bloodstain, and fell to the ground with a thump, revealing their fatal wounds.

Every corpse is the same, the same place has been cut, the wound is smooth and smooth, as if measured with the most precision, without any blemishes.

The God of Slaughter really deserves to be the perfect murder weapon!

Standing on top of the transparent cloud and watching the battle, Ling Xiao gasped, how could he not know Tu Shen's ultimate move? It seems that this move should be a god-slaying move created by the father himself.

Ling Feng disappeared from Ling Xiao's sight. Ling Xiao really wanted to know what happened next, so he quickly followed.

After a while, Ling Xiao came to the place where her memory was interrupted last time, and saw Ling Feng again.

In front of his father, Ling Feng, there was also his mother, and the old bastard that the mother called his father.

They had stopped fighting, and the old bastard looked at Ling Xiao's mother who was sobbing aside, with a look of indifference.

And at that time, I was lying in my mother's arms, with no breath or soul fluctuations!

"How could this be? I actually died at that time!?" Ling Xiao could tell from the sad and hopeless expression on her mother's face that she was already completely dead at that time!

Ling Xiao knew that she was resurrected by her father using a wisp of the soul of the Demon Soul Lord, but she didn't expect that she died in this way.

When Ling Xiao was a child, he looked extremely complete from the outside, but all the bones in his body were broken, not to mention the extent to which his internal organs were damaged.

The young corpse fell limply in his mother's arms, with a painful expression on his face before he died, one can imagine how painful Ling Xiao was at that moment.

"Murong Huatian, you old bastard, pay back my son's life!" The hair on Ling Feng's body fluttered without any wind, and his whole body was instantly enveloped in a cloud of extremely thick black air. With the breathtaking light of darkness!

"Murong Huatian?! That old bastard turned out to be Murong Huatian!" Ling Xiao's "heart" twitched violently. He wanted to move his stiff face a few times, but he found that all his expressions Functions are temporarily disabled.

It never occurred to Ling Xiao that her mother's father was Murong Huatian, the master of spirit and soul!

The mother is the daughter of Murong Huatian, the lord of spirits and souls, and the father is the son of Ling Mietian, the lord of demon souls. No wonder Murong Huatian obstructs the marriage between Ling Xiao's father and mother in this way.

Who would want their daughter to marry the enemy's son? What's more, Murong Huatian was not a broad-minded person.

Seeing Ling Feng so excited, Murong Huatian knew that a fierce battle was inevitable.

Just as he was preparing to fight Ling Feng, Murong Huatian didn't know why, his face suddenly changed slightly, and he said bitterly: "Ling Feng, spare your life first, and I will settle the score with you after I settle the matter over there." !"

"Don't go!" Ling Feng didn't care whether Murong Huatian was really up to something or something else, he jumped up high with his butcher in his hand, and slashed down towards Murong Huatian with his saber.

call!

A huge black sword light with a length of more than a hundred meters cut towards Murong Huatian. This was the first time Ling Xiao saw Tushen's tangible sword light.

Murong Huatian didn't want to fight, so he pulled out a golden shield to block it, and he took the opportunity to use his teleportation skills to leave here.

Boom!

That golden shield couldn't block the power of slaughtering the gods at all, and it exploded in an instant.

After the shield was shattered into countless golden spots of light, the light of Tushen's sword continued to cut downwards. Afterwards, Ling Xiao in the sky saw the most horrifying scene in his life.

The knife glow fell on the ground, and the soil on the ground was smashed into a turf 100 meters high.

That powerful force is like a giant bulldozer, extending the 100-meter-high dirt wave infinitely along the front of the knife light.

After the earth slang passed, Ling Xiao saw in astonishment that a bottomless crack was like a giant black snake entrenched on the ground, with no head in front and tail behind.

Countless hot waves with magma and sparks erupted from the cracks more than ten meters wide. It seems that Ling Feng's knife hit the center of the continent!

Ling Xiao was finally able to twitch her face a few times this time, and kept muttering: "Dad, dad, how can you be so fierce... As your son, I am so big ah!"

However, his father who is so fierce can't help Murong Huatian, the master of spirit and soul. How terrifying is that guy's strength? Ling Xiao really didn't dare to imagine.

Gudong! Just when Ling Xiao was imagining the might of Murong Huatian, his father Ling Feng suddenly fell to the ground and passed out.

"Feng!" Ling Xiao's mother hugged the little Ling Xiao's body, and rushed to Ling Xiao's father Ling Feng, crying loudly.

Within a day, her son died and her husband was seriously injured. Ling Xiao deeply felt her mother's grief.

"Mother, where are you now? If Xiao'er can still see you, she will definitely not make you so sad..." Looking at her mother's face that was extremely emaciated due to crying, Ling Xiao felt like shedding tears. sour. However, he is now a soul body, and he can't shed tears at all.

However, what Ling Xiao didn't know was that his body lying in Xihe City was now covered with tears.

"What will happen next?" Ling Xiao was very curious, but the transparent cloud that carried Ling Xiao suddenly turned into a vast expanse of whiteness again, making it impossible for Ling Xiao to see what happened next. .

"Damn it, what the hell is going on!" Ling Xiao was so angry that he hit the cloud with his fist, but he had no strength at all now, his fist couldn't hit the white cloud at all.

"Boy, stay safe and don't be impatient." Ling Xiao's slightly familiar voice came from behind him, and Ling Xiao turned around to look, and unexpectedly saw a person he was very unexpected.

At this time, Ling Xiao's back had turned into a vast sea, and the sea was choppy, and the boat that was not too big was pushed up and down on the sea.

There was a person on the boat standing on the deck, he didn't move, but the ups and downs of the sea made him seem to be shaking up and down, Ling Xiao couldn't help but have the illusion that that person was shaking too.

"Why are you here?" Ling Xiao asked the man in surprise.

That old man with dark complexion and gray beard, who else could he be if not the old captain?