Ling Xiao not only absorbed Chen Mo's energy essence, but also, during the devouring process, a strange light shone in his eyes, and began to grab some of Chen Mo's memories, trying to find more about Zhaixing Tower and the secrets of him this time.

"Damn!" Ling Xiao cursed in his heart, his face full of shock and resentment. "This Zhaixing Tower Master is trying to let me practice dual cultivation with her? Who is she? Could she be an ugly old woman with a terrifying and disgusting face? Otherwise, how could she use such despicable means to force me!"

When Ling Xiao thought of this, he felt a chill all over his body, as if millions of ants were crawling on his skin.

He kept shook his head and tried to throw this disgusting thought out of his mind. At this moment, in the Zhaixing Tower, which was full of dangers, he already knew that he was in danger and must get out of the predicament as soon as possible and must not fall into the clutches of the Zhaixing Tower.

Ling Xiao looked around, and after confirming that there was no one, he whispered to the Demon Spirit King in the Demon Needle Space: "Where is that secondary clone? Take this opportunity to find it." His voice was low and anxious, with a little unquestionable determination.

At this critical moment of life and death, every minute and every second are extremely precious. He urgently needs to use the power of the secondary clone of the Demon Spirit King to enhance his strength and deal with the many crises he may encounter in the future.

"Then!" The voice of the Demon Spirit King sounded in Ling Xiao's mind, and then a rich demon spirit aura surged out of the demon needle space.

This demonic aura quickly condensed in the air and turned into a ball of light emitting strange light, like a lively star, galloping in a certain direction. Seeing this, Ling Xiao followed without hesitation. His figure flashed through the dim corridor, leaving only a series of rapid footsteps.

Along the way, warriors from the Star Picking Tower kept coming to hear the sound. They held sharp blades in their hands, their eyes were filled with ferocity and vigilance, and they surrounded Ling Xiao. However, there was no fear in Ling Xiao's eyes, but instead they were burning with raging anger.

When he thought that the Zhaixing Tower where these people belonged was the culprit for killing his senior brother Chongruo, the murderous intent in his heart surged like a surging tide. "Today is the time for you to repay your blood debt!" Ling Xiao roared angrily, and his body shuttled through the crowd like a ghost.

Every time he made a move, he would carry a rush of mountains and seas, with the howling wind of fists and the shadows of the palms flying. The warriors of the Star Picking Tower fell down one after another like fragile ants in front of him. Ling Xiao had no sympathy. In his heart, these people were all unforgivable sinners. They would kill them if they should be killed and would never be ruthless.

Ling Xiao’s strength is no longer as good as before. Although he dare not speak out in this Zhaixing Tower City, except for those few top masters, the rest of the people are no match for him at all.

His steps were firm and confident, and he took every step calmly and powerfully. Wherever he went, the enemy was invincible. In this way, Ling Xiao killed all the way to the place guided by the Demon Spirit King.

What appeared in front of us was a tall and thick building, with the three big words "Arsenal" engraved on the plaque. This is the arsenal of Zhaixing Tower. However, this arsenal is just a place for ordinary warriors to choose weapons.

Ling Xiao walked into the arsenal and glanced at the dazzling array of weapons, but no sensation appeared in his heart. For him, these ordinary weapons were really worth little and could not be seen by his magic.

He was wondering why the secondary clone of the Demon Spirit King was hidden in such a place. At this moment, the Demon Spirit King's voice sounded again: "That's that!" Ling Xiao looked in the direction pointed by the Demon Spirit King, and saw a normal-style and inconspicuous long sword lying quietly on the shelf.

Ling Xiao walked forward and picked up the weapon. After careful examination, the sword had nothing special except a trace of demonic aura at the hilt of the sword. He took a deep breath, and then directly said to the Demonic Spirit King: "You can draw the secondary clone yourself."

The Demon Spirit King immediately responded, and a powerful suction force came from the long sword in Ling Xiao's hand. The secondary clone in the sword seemed to sense the danger and began to struggle desperately. The sword body trembled violently and made sharp screams, as if asking for help from the outside world.

However, all this was in vain. The power of the Demon Spirit King was too strong. Soon, the struggle gradually subsided. As the last trace of the demon spirit breath was sucked into the demon needle space, the Demon Spirit King successfully swallowed the secondary clone.

"Boy, I will spend some time to merge my clones next, don't disturb me." The voice of the Demon Spirit King sounded in Ling Xiao's mind, with a little fatigue and solemnity. Ling Xiao looked up and saw that the demon spirit aura around the Demon Spirit King surging, and his originally clear figure gradually became illusory.

The pair of eyes emitting faint light slowly closed at this moment, and then quickly penetrated into the demon needle space like a meteor, and in a flash, there was no movement.

Ling Xiao sighed helplessly and thought to himself: "This old guy originally wanted to rely on him to deal with Zhaixing Tower, but now it seems that the plan is about to fail." He shook his head slightly, and a trace of loss flashed across his face, but soon, his eyes became firm again. Since he could not rely on the Demon Spirit King, he could only rely on his own strength.

Ling Xiao calmed down and turned his eyes toward the Black Water Prison. He knew very well that his senior brother Resus was imprisoned there, and the situation was now critical, so he must rescue Resus as soon as possible.

The idea was settled, Ling Xiao lightly tapped his feet, and his body was like a black lightning, galloping towards the Black Water Prison. Along the way, the dim lights in the corridor swayed and flickered, as if indicating the coming crisis.

However, when Ling Xiao rushed to the Black Water Prison, the scene in front of him made his heart sink into the bottom of the valley in an instant. A strong bloody aura filled the Black Water Prison, and the blood spirit magic wisdom had disappeared. Its huge body collapsed in the corner, without any vitality.

Reopening, also lying quietly on the ground, had turned into a cold corpse. Ling Xiao slowly walked forward, squatted down, and reached out to touch Reopening's cheeks. The cold touch came from his fingertips, causing a tingling pain in his heart.

"What a pity." Ling Xiao whispered softly, his voice full of regret and unwillingness. "I wanted to save you, and then slaughter you with my own hands. Now, there is no chance of anything." He slowly stood up, his eyes swept over the resuspended corpse for the last time, and then turned around to leave.

At this moment, a strong and dangerous aura rushed from the entrance of the Black Water Prison like a surging undercurrent. Ling Xiao was instantly alert, and his muscles were tight, like a cheetah ready to go.
Chapter completed!