Mo Xiqing walked over unhurriedly and looked down at Wu Song, who was lying on the ground with his vitality rapidly fading away. There was no trace of mercy in his eyes like stars and moons.
"I wish you a happy stay in Abi Prison..."
She held the Abi demon sword in her hand and pulled it out suddenly. A stream of light blue energy entered the demon sword in Mo Xiqing's hand along with the blood spurting out.
Seeing this scene, Wang Tiezhu's pupils shrank suddenly.
He was very familiar with the breath of light blue energy, it was Wu Song's soul!
"That demonic sword is indeed full of evil. It can really absorb the soul of the person it kills! And even the clones that I can't distinguish, it saw through instantly!"
Wang Tiezhu was horrified. He didn't expect such evil things to exist in the world!
And looking at Mo Xiqing's figure, Wang Tiezhu felt a vague sense of familiarity in his heart.
"It's so strange. I've obviously never seen her before, so why do I feel familiar to her?"
After thinking hard for a long time, Wang Tiezhu still couldn't figure out where this familiar feeling came from, so he put his doubts aside for the time being.
When he looked up again, he saw Mo Xiqing taking something out of his arms and throwing it on Wu Song's body, then quickly disappeared into the night sky on the Thunder-Eating Eagle.
The branches and leaves swayed, and Wang Tiezhu and Ye Huanxi both appeared.
They came to Wu Song, who had long since lost his breath. They saw Wu Song lying on the ground, his eyes wide open, as if he didn't believe that he had fallen into the hands of Mo Xiqing, who was of a lower level than him.
There was a blood hole in his chest. Next to the blood hole, there was a palm-sized stone tablet.
Wang Tiezhu picked it up and looked at it carefully in his hands.
One side of the stone tablet was engraved with a ferocious beast with no eyebrows or eyes, holding a short blade in its big mouth full of fangs. Judging from its appearance, it was the Abi Demon Sword used by Mo Xiqing just now.
"The vicious beast holds a knife..."
Wang Tiezhu turned the wooden sign over and saw four big characters engraved on it.
"Ling Yu Holy Cult? I remember when Mo Xiqing was talking to Wu Song just now, he said that he was from the Ling Yu tribe. Why does it say Ling Yu Sacred Cult?"
Hearing this, Ye Huanxi shook his head, "I don't know. I have never heard of the Lingyu tribe, but there are many foreign races in the southern region. It is normal for there to be tribes that I don't know about."
He pondered for a moment.
Wang Tiezhu put away the wooden sign, then looked at Wu Song's body and leaned over to search for him.
However, except for the Qiankun Bag, Wu Song had nothing else on him.
Since the owner was dead and the restrictions on the Qiankun Bag had also dissipated, Wang Tiezhu could easily penetrate his spiritual consciousness into it.
Surprisingly, there were only dozens of mid-grade spiritual stones and a jade slip inside.
Wang Tiezhu tried to penetrate his spiritual consciousness into it, but found that the jade slip was covered by a powerful layer of restriction, isolating his spiritual consciousness.
"No, this is at least a restriction set by the monks in the Extreme Sun Realm."
Ye Huanxi heard this and said: "Mo Xiqing just said that a total of thirty-five people came to Lingwu Valley with unknown intentions. Could this jade slip be related to the purpose of their trip?"
"Well, it's very possible, but these thirty-five people are probably in danger. Whether they are from the Lingyu Clan or the Lingyu Holy Sect, since Mo Xiqing's force has chosen to take the initiative, there must be many
Great certainty..."
After that, he took out a Lihuo Talisman, lit it with spiritual power, threw it on Wu Song's body, and watched him quickly turn into ashes.
"Let's go."
Ye Huanxi nodded and followed him back to Wu Mansion.
As soon as they returned to Wu Mansion, they bumped into Zhang Tingruo and the others.
"Brother Tiezhu, where did you go just now? We can't find you anywhere."
Wang Tiezhu and Ye Huanxi looked at each other, and then told Zhang Tingruo and the others about the situation they encountered.
After hearing their description, Wu Sili was shocked, "What?! Are there such forces in Yunshui City?!"
"Well, it shouldn't be a force permanently stationed in Yunshui City. From what Wu Song said, the Lingyu clan seems to have been destroyed for a long time, and the Lingyu Holy Sect where Mo Xiqing belongs should have only appeared recently."
"What's wrong? Tingruo, have you ever heard of this race?"
"That's not true, but I read in an ancient book introducing the Southern Territory that among the many races in the Southern Territory, there is one group that is born with the ability to communicate with monsters. However, that book only mentioned it briefly, so I also
I don’t know if they are from the Spirit Language Clan.”
"The ability to communicate with monsters?"
Wang Tiezhu rubbed his chin and thought secretly in his heart.
"Wu Song said that the Lingyu tribe has an innate powerful ability, and from Mo Xiqing's self-report and her relationship with the Thunder-eating Eagle, it can be seen that this ability is indeed related to monsters, so the Lingyu tribe
There is a high probability that his ability is to communicate with monsters, but..."
The scene of Wu Song commanding the giant spider and snake appeared in his mind.
"How did Wu Song obtain this ability? Innate abilities often exist in the blood and soul. Has the Spirit Witch Valley really found a way to separate this ability?"
While Wang Tiezhu was deep in thought, he heard Ye Huanxi say.
"Should we report this discovery to the sect? After all, according to what Mo Xiqing said, Lingwu Valley and the Demon Sect are still involved, and they have also done something unjust such as genocide. The other four of the five major sects know
After that, I won’t spare them anymore!”
"No." Wang Tiezhu shook his head.
"no?"
"Well, we just heard these things from Mo Xiqing. Now that Mo Xiqing has disappeared, we don't have any evidence to prove the authenticity of what she said.
You must know that reporting one of the five major sects to have an affair with the Demonic Cult is not a small crime. If you come forward rashly, you will not only bring disaster to yourself, but also have a great impact on the sect. Therefore, before there is definite evidence,
Don’t act rashly.”
"But……"
Ye Huanxi looked anxious and opened his mouth to speak, but did not continue. He frowned and sat there without saying a word.
Wang Tiezhu sighed secretly in his heart.
Although I am also angry and shocked by the behavior of Lingwu Valley joining forces with the Demon Sect to wipe out a race, but if I want to make the truth known to the public, I cannot rely on my will.
He looked at everyone's expressions, all of them looked gloomy, and whispered for a moment, "But it's not like we can't do anything now..."
Upon hearing this, the other four people raised their heads and looked at him.
"The disappearance of a race is definitely not a trivial matter. Although we don't understand this matter, it may be because we are too far away from the Southern Territory. If we want to find out the truth, we need to enter the Southern Territory. After all, such a big thing is impossible.
