The sharp sword flashed past him, and immediately he saw a head rising into the sky, with an endless look of unwillingness on his face.
He was a strong man who entered the late stage of Taoism, but he was killed by a spiritual source!
At the moment he died, he couldn't believe that he really died like this!
Seven or eight days ago, he had a comprehensive understanding of the combat power of Yuhong Academy and everyone in Ling Hao.
The reason why we brought Ling Hao to the Desolate Demon City was because we were absolutely sure that we would be able to capture Ling Hao this time and get the treasure in his body.
But he never expected that a spiritual source would suddenly appear in the opponent's camp, and his combat power was not inferior to his at all!
If he had known this, he would have stopped asking for help and should have transferred a group of people from the headquarters.
But, it's too late to say anything now!
"Have you always been in boy Ling's body?" At this time, Xi Lao came not far from Zi Ling.
"Except for the battle for a few days, I was not here the rest of the time!" Zi Ling replied honestly.
"What a boy, you actually deceived me!" Mr. Xi replied speechlessly.
After a brief pause, he continued to ask: "You were not in his body during that battle that day, so where were you?"
"I went to a fun place and accidentally overslept." Zi Ling said with a childlike expression.
"..." Xi Lao's mouth twitched slightly.
"However, even if I was in brother Ling Hao's body that day, nothing would change." Zi Ling continued.
"Why?" Xi Lao asked.
"Because at that time I was not the opponent of the old man just now!" Zi Ling shrugged his shoulders: "I have only become so powerful in the past few days!"
Mr. Xi: “…..”
He no longer wanted to continue chatting with Zi Ling, as he felt they were not on the same channel.
If he were to know that Zi Ling had devoured the source of the spiritual vein beneath the academy, I don't know what he would think.
Then, the two of them turned to look at the position of Leng Po, Lu Yue and others. All the one hundred or so people on the other side were lying on the ground, and except for Hu Heng, no one was alive.
The reason why Hu Heng is still breathing is naturally because Leng Po did it specially, otherwise he would have been dead long ago!
The five old men who had entered the Dao realm who besieged Bai Ling all fell from the air, losing their breath.
"Xi Lao, how should he deal with it?" When Xi Lao arrived, Leng Po pointed at Hu Heng and asked.
"The Hu family is really unlucky to have an unfilial son like you!" Mr. Xi strolled towards Hu Heng.
"Old Xi... I was wrong... Please, for the sake of the Hu family, give me a way to survive..." Hu Heng said with difficulty.
"Disciples from the outer courtyard, nearly two thousand people died because of you. If you are allowed to live, who will comfort their souls in heaven?" Mr. Xi responded coldly.
"Old Xi... The academy has taught us that people from the Hu family, even if they make mistakes, cannot... die at the hands of the academy people..." Hu Heng said again, with a lot of blood pouring out of his mouth.
puff!
Before he finished speaking, Xi Lao swept with the wind from his palm, and Hu Heng immediately turned into a ball of blood mist, leaving no residue behind.
Afterwards, Mr. Xi and others walked not far away from Ling Hao.
Then, several people looked around, and the corners of their mouths twitched several times.
I saw the old woman before, who looked neither human nor ghost, paralyzed on the ground, with no sign of life.
There were hundreds of bloody cuts on his body as if he had been stabbed. He looked like a standard bloody man with an extremely distorted expression.
It can be seen from her condition that she must have suffered inhuman torture before dying.
On the other hand, Ling Hao's face was expressionless and livid, but he was no longer in the crazy state before.
"Xiao Lingzi, have you asked where Yu Xin and Chen Xi are now?" Zhu Xiaoru asked.