What was even more shocking was that the arm that had withstood the old man's full blow was shattered into pieces in full view of everyone, turning into broken bones and scattered all over the ground.

However, at this seemingly desperate moment, the Bone Giant showed incredible vitality. It let out a deafening roar, the voice was full of pain and unyielding, as if it was challenging fate.

As the roar rang out, the surrounding broken bones seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and converged towards its broken arms.

These broken bones rotated and intertwined in the air, and were finally reconstructed into two intact arms, which were exactly the same as the original ones, and even added a bit of ferocity and strength.

This scene shocked everyone present.

The old man's face was even more ugly. He never expected that his own puppet would show such terrifying recovery ability at this critical moment, which was more than ten times stronger than before.

There was an indescribable anger and frustration in his heart, as if fate had played a huge joke.

After the white-bone giant recovered, without any hesitation or pause, it once again rushed towards the old man at an astonishing speed.

Every step made the ground tremble slightly, and every wave of its arms caused the surrounding air to fluctuate violently. Its eyes were full of determination and determination, as if it wanted to completely defeat the old man to prove the value of its existence.

When the old man saw this, his expression became even more ugly.

The recovery ability of this bone giant suddenly became so terrifying, it was more than ten times stronger than before, which was not easy to deal with. He knew very well that he was now tightly entangled by this bone giant, and he wanted to escape and chase him.

Ling Xiao is no longer possible.

Soon, the sound of the fierce battle between the white-bone giant and the skeletal old man gradually faded away and was isolated by the thick stone walls deep in the Huangquan Bulao Mountain, leaving only a faint echo lingering in the empty valley.

Ling Xiao's true body finally appeared in front of this ancient and solemn hall after a short period of dormancy.

The main hall stands majestically, as if it is the heart of Huangquan Everlasting Mountain. It is surrounded by an indescribable and strange black mist. The mist seems to be alive, flowing slowly in the night, covering the palace with a mysterious veil.

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Ling Xiao's steps were firm and steady, and every step seemed to be in a silent contest with this strange environment. His eyes penetrated the heavy fog and looked directly at the gate of the palace. There might be a secret to solve the mystery in his heart.

The key.

However, just as he was about to step into the realm shrouded in black mist, several black shadows appeared silently in front of him.

These black shadows are like ghosts in the night, blending into the surrounding darkness, making it almost impossible to catch their traces with the naked eye.

But Ling Xiao could clearly feel the powerful soul power emanating from them. It was a breath unique to those in the Tongtian realm, deep and depressing.

Faced with this sudden threat, Ling Xiao's expression did not change at all. He still maintained his calmness and calmness.

The image of the demon behind him seemed to be given life at this moment. The huge bloody mouth suddenly opened, releasing a heart-stopping devouring force. This force was so strong that it seemed to be able to swallow everything in the world, including the one in front of him.

These seemingly invisible shadows.

As the demon god devoured it crazily, the black shadows began to let out bursts of shrill screams. They struggled hard, trying to escape from this terrible demon's mouth.

But all efforts were in vain. Those black shadows were sucked in one after another, and finally disappeared into the vast darkness, leaving only twisted space cracks, proving their former existence.

During the whole process, Ling Xiao didn't make any sound or make any unnecessary movements. He just stood there quietly, letting the demon behind him solve all obstacles for him. In his eyes, there was a desire for power.

Confidence and indifference to unknown challenges.

"What kind of monster are you!" A figure suddenly appeared in the black shadow. His figure was looming under the weak moonlight. It was the soul warrior who controlled countless black shadows.

His face was distorted, and his eyes were full of disbelief and fear. He was obviously shocked by Ling Xiao's incredible power.

Although this person's cultivation level has not reached the legendary Tianhe Realm, he is still at the peak of the Tongtian Realm, enough to occupy a place in the Soul Clan.

The ingenuity of his methods of controlling black shadows is breathtaking. Each black shadow seems to be an extension of his will, flexible and unpredictable. However, in front of Ling Xiao, who practices the sky-swallowing demonic skill, these exquisite methods are

Seems so pale and feeble.

Facing the questions from the Soul Clan warriors, Ling Xiao's eyes did not waver at all, and he was too lazy to answer any meaningless questions.

I saw him flashing, appearing in front of the warrior like a ghost. The long sword in his hand flashed with cold light and instantly cut through the night sky, bringing up a bright sword light.

With a soft pop, the soul warrior's body turned into nothingness under the light of the sword, leaving only the faint smell of blood in the air and the gradually dissipating black mist.

Ling Xiao didn't stop at all and continued to walk forward with firm and powerful steps.

Along the way, he met more than a dozen soul warriors. These people either hid in the darkness or appeared openly. They were all good at soul arts and could control various spiritual bodies as means of attack.

However, in the face of Ling Xiao's powerful strength, these soul skills and spiritual bodies seemed so fragile.

Every confrontation was a unilateral crushing by Ling Xiao.

He is like an invincible demon. No matter how hard the opponent struggles, they cannot escape the fate of being killed by him. In his eyes, these soul warriors are just some obstacles on the road to the hall. Needless to say, just one knife is enough to kill them.

It can be solved easily.

As the Soul Clan warriors fell one after another, Ling Xiao's figure became more and more lonely and powerful. He knew that there might be more challenges waiting for him ahead, but he also knew that only by keeping moving forward could he succeed.

Find what he really wants.

In this Everlasting Mountain of Huangquan, shrouded in strangeness and danger, Ling Xiao single-handedly writes his own legend.

Even though everything was going extremely smoothly so far, Ling Xiao's brows did not show any signs of relaxation or slackness.

He knew very well that the power and secrets hidden behind the ancient and mysterious existence of Huangquan Bulao Mountain were definitely not something that ordinary people could pry into.

Even the high-ranking Empress Palace and Fu Zunfu chose to avoid his edge and were unwilling to conflict with him head-on. This is enough to prove his extraordinary character.

As Ling Xiao approached the palace step by step, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable shock in his heart.

The gate of the palace is tightly closed, and it is covered with dense and intricate sacred patterns. These sacred patterns seem to contain the principles of heaven and earth, and each stroke reveals an ancient and powerful atmosphere.
Chapter completed!