Yu Yi once said before that the inheritance of the Killing God is based on a mark.
Although this powerful man has long since fallen in the long river of time, even the Temple of Killing that he founded with his own hands has fallen into pieces.
But after Xia Chen obtained this mark, he was able to rebuild the Temple of Killing, and with only the cultivation level of God Emperor, he was followed by many strong men.
Therefore, Ling Xiao guessed that this mark was likely to be similar to the soul mark, which not only contained countless killings, but also might have retained the consciousness of many powerful warriors in the Killing Temple.
Of course, these are just Ling Xiao's guesses.
However, after learning that Chi Luo had returned to Yaochi Holy Land, Ling Xiao became more and more convinced of this idea.
Who is Qingyang?
A descendant of the Shadow Soul Palace who has been planning for decades to kill his best friend with his own hands in order to achieve his goal.
With his character, is it possible to let a woman who knows all his secrets return to the sect?
In a sense, Qingyang's character is somewhat similar to Lingxiao's.
The only slight difference is that Qingyang's layout still has flaws.
Ling Xiao, on the other hand, would never leave variables in the hands of others.
The reason why Chi Luo is still alive is definitely not because of love.
A woman who has betrayed her true love does not deserve to be loved at all.
Therefore, she must have the support that Qingyang dare not kill him.
Mark of the God of Death!
Qingyang tried his best to replace Xia Chen in order to gain the followers of the powerful man who killed the temple.
However, if he does not obtain the Mark of the God of Death, once he is exposed one day, he will completely lose the loyalty of this force.
Therefore, there is only one reason why Chi Luo is still alive, the mark of the God of Death is in her hands.
"I…"
The panic in Chi Luo's eyes flashed away, and then he nodded gently, "Yes, it's precisely because of the mark of the God of Death."
At this time, she felt more and more that Ling Xiao's character was really terrible.
This young man seems to have figured out all the causes and consequences.
In front of him, Chi Luo seemed to be a completely naked person with no privacy at all.
"I promised Xia Chen that I would take back the Temple of Death from Qingyang. Now that I have found his daughter, this mark...should be handed over to her."
At this time, Ling Xiao had no intention of discussing with Chi Luo, and Soul Search could indeed know all the answers.
However, since Qingyang didn't do this, it was obvious that Chi Luo had someone to rely on.
"Can I trust you?"
Chi Luo hesitated slightly. With the identity of the young master of the Ling clan in front of her, she didn't have the courage to disobey at all.
However, if his purpose is the same as Qingyang, just to seize the inheritance of the God of Death, then what is the difference between giving the Mark of the God of Death to him and giving it to Qingyang.
"You don't have to give me this mark, and you don't have to tell me where it is. I will help Xia Chen's daughter clear all obstacles. When the time comes, you only need to pass it on to her in front of everyone, and everything will fall into place naturally.
."
Ling Xiao said indifferently, his expression extremely calm.
joke.
Xia Zhimeng's soul sea had already been planted with a soul mark by Ling Xiao.
It makes no difference whether the Mark of the God of Death is given to her or to Ling Xiao.
What he wants is to truly control the power in his hands, not the false reputation of killing the temple master.
After all, this mortal world is not the end of the road to immortality at all.
Breaking the Jiutian chess game and escaping from the control of the ancient immortal clan is Ling Xiao's real plan in his heart.
"Why...why do you do this?"
Chi Luo stood up and looked at Ling Xiao solemnly.
You know, even with the ancient Ling clan's background, once the Realm Lord Palace is provoked, they will be in endless trouble.
Over the years, Chi Luo has seen enough of Er Yu in this immortal world, and does not believe that anyone would provoke the Realm Lord Hall for no reason.
What is this young master of the Ling clan planning?
"I, Ling Xiao, have never explained anything I have done in my life to others. If you don't believe me, why do you need to ask me?"
After saying this, Ling Xiao turned around without hesitation and wanted to leave.
If Chi Luo had no guilt in his heart, Ling Xiao would not waste so much time acting with her.
But unfortunately, this Yaochi saint has been guarding the ancestral hall alone for three hundred years, which shows that she feels regretful in her heart.
Ling Xiao didn't believe that she would let go of this opportunity to avenge Xia Chen.
"Little Lord!!"
really!!
Just when Ling Xiao walked to the palace gate, Chi Luo's shout suddenly came from behind.
"Please wait a moment, young master. Chi Luo is willing to believe the young master."
At this time, there was no hesitation on Chi Luo's face.
That's right, if she lets Ling Xiao leave today, depending on his intentions, she has no intention of letting it go.
In other words, with or without Chi Luo, he would have gone to Qingyao Mountain and slashed Qingyang with his own hands.
And although this matter has nothing to do with her, will the Realm Lord Palace believe it?
I'm afraid that in the end, the Yaochi Holy Land will still be hated, and even... she has unknowingly offended the Taikoo Ling Clan again.
Now, she can only choose one force to be able to protect the sect in this dispute.
She has completely given up on Qingyang.
However, the domineering and direct manner Ling Xiao showed today actually made her put aside many worries.
"good."
Ling Xiao nodded lightly and walked out of the ancestral hall, only to see Li Wantang waiting eagerly on the mountain road and never left.
"Hmm? Senior Sister Li?"
"Sir, how about...my senior sister..."
Li Wantang looked uneasy, obviously worried that Chi Luo's temper would offend the young master of the ancient tribe.
"It's okay, Saintess Chiluo has decided to follow me out of the mountain."
Ling Xiao smiled gently, his eyes clear and clear.
Calculating the time, Yu Yi and others may have already reached Qingyao Mountain.
And this chess game has finally come to an end.
Poor Xia Chen, even after a thousand chapters of death, he is still exerting his residual energy.
Respectable, deplorable!
"Ah? Senior sister, she..."
Li Wantang exclaimed, but saw the palace door in the distance suddenly opened.
I saw a graceful figure in green walking slowly, with long hair like a waterfall, and a delicate and haggard face, but inexplicably... it added a bit of fragile beauty.
Li Wantang's face suddenly became dull and his mouth opened slightly. It was obvious that he had never seen such a beautiful senior sister Chi Luo before.
Seeing this, Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly and turned around to look, his eyes also filled with surprise.
This Chi Luo is worthy of being the Saint of Yao Chi, the most beautiful woman in the human race before Gu Chaoci was born.
Even now, three hundred years later, it is still beautiful and moving, and I feel pity for it.
"Young Master, let's go."
Chi Luo's red lips were slightly cold, and her expression was a little flustered.
After leaving, she knew that she would probably never come back, but compared to lingering, dying would be a relief.
"Senior...Sister, where are you going?"
Li Wantang glanced at Ling Xiao curiously. It was said that the senior sister was trapped by love and was willing to sink.
But why is it that as soon as I see the young master today, I feel refreshed?
Is it possible…
"To atone for a sin."
Chi Luo's red lips were slightly raised, bright and bright.
"Wan Tang, from now on, this Yaochi Holy Land will be handed over to you. Go tell Master and say... Chi Luo will have nothing to do with the Yaochi Holy Land when he comes down from the mountain today."
"this…"
"Sir, I hope you can take care of Wan Tang more often in the future."
After finishing his words, Chi Luo bowed deeply to Ling Xiao. The moment he stepped out with his jade feet, mist seemed to spread all over his body.
And her figure walked resolutely towards the distant mountains.