Chi Luo hesitated to speak, his eyes were extremely complicated.
She knows Qingyang's methods better than anyone else.
And once Ling Xiao is defeated, it may be too late for them to leave.
"It's nothing to worry about. I told you, brother, you won't lose."
Bai Ling glanced at Chi Luo with a cold look. She didn't have any objections to this woman's past. She just didn't like people who doubted Ling Xiao.
Regardless of the past or the future, all regrets and expectations are all false.
Only my brother is fate, reincarnation, the end of cause and effect, the end of time... he will live up to his expectations.
If he loses, who else will be worth waiting for?
"Why."
In the end, Chi Luo sighed lightly and did not say another word.
At this time, she had secretly made up her mind that no matter what happened later, this time... she would protect Xia Chen's bloodline.
Three hundred years of regret have already exhausted her physically and mentally. To her, life and death are really not worth mentioning.
The reason why the Mark of the God of Death is in her hands is actually a back-up plan that Chi Luo prepared for herself.
Based on her understanding of Qingyang, she had already guessed that the latter would definitely take action against her after killing Xia Chen.
Therefore, long before she attacked Xia Chen, she deceived the Mark of the God of Death from him.
And because of this, the regret in Chi Luo's heart was like a maggot attached to her bones, tormenting her all the time for three hundred years.
I still remember that that day, Chi Luo personally asked Xia Chen who was more important between himself and the identity of the master of the Killing Temple.
Without any hesitation, Xia Chen handed the mark that represented the majesty of the God of Death into her hands.
But in the end, Chi Luo still chose the sect and betrayed Xia Chen.
Originally, she was just in pain and hated Qingyang, but she didn't feel any fault.
After all, Xia Chen's death cost her the sect thousands of lives, so she had no choice.
But now it seems that she still underestimated her feelings for Xia Chen.
Three hundred years have passed, and Chi Luo has been in pain all the time. If she had trusted Xia Chen more, just like the girl in front of her did to Ling Xiao, would there be other choices...?
He will not lose.
What kind of deep feelings and obsessions are contained in one sentence.
Great love, no words, only... believe him as his destiny.
"Buzz."
At this time, in the Zhenyuan Soul Realm, Ling Xiao looked at the world in front of him in surprise.
I saw that this place was no longer the top of Qingyao Mountain, but a desolate and ancient magical space.
The green sun stands tall in the sky, with a proud expression, and the aura rushing around him has suddenly reached the level of the eighth level of the Holy Realm.
Obviously, the mystery of this Shadow Soul Palace classic lies in this.
If you don't enter the soul world, you will have one soul transforming into nine bodies to fight against the enemy at the same time.
Once entering the Soul Realm, the cultivation of the people in the Bu Realm will merge the nine incarnations into one.
Just now, Ling Xiao swung his sword and killed an incarnation of Qingyang, so at this time, his realm was the eighth level of the holy realm.
Otherwise, he should be at the peak of the ninth rank now.
"Ling Xiao, Chi Luo should have told you my identity, right?"
Qingyang's figure descended from the sky, looking at the young man in front of him with cold eyes.
In the final analysis, there was no deep hatred between him and Ling Xiao, all the conflicts were with Xia Chen.
And just like Ling Xiao, Qingyang always firmly believes that there is nothing in this world that cannot be betrayed.
"Heir of Shadow Soul Palace?"
Ling Xiao nodded and chuckled, looking at the soul world in front of him casually.
At this time, he could feel that this space had completely blocked the fluctuations of spiritual power, and even the blood of his physical body seemed to be completely imprisoned by a strange force.
In other words, fighting here can only rely on the power of the soul.
"Young Master Ling Xiao, there is no deep hatred between you and me. Why do we have to fight to the death? Although I admire your justice and loyalty, sometimes... this kind of justice will harm you."
Qingyang smiled sinisterly, the threat in his tone not concealed at all.
In this Zhenyuan Soul Realm, he would dare to fight even the most powerful person, not to mention a young boy at the Venerable Realm.
only!!
Killing Ling Xiao would do a lot of harm to Qingyang but nothing good.
Even with the tyranny of the Ling clan, his fate may be extremely miserable.
If both of them can take a step back, today's farce will be completely over.
Chi Luo and Yu Yi actually dared to act recklessly in Qingyao Mountain. They simply did not know how to live or die.
Now that the Mark of the Killing God has appeared, Chi Luo has taken the lead in violating the Dao Heart Oath, so... there is nothing to worry about.
Not only will Chi Luo die, the entire Yaochi Holy Land will pay the price for her betrayal.
"Oh, what do you want to say?"
Ling Xiao nodded indifferently and finally set his sights on Qingyang.
At this time, he has completely understood the power of this soul world. It is impossible for a Qingyang with no luck to stir up any trouble again.
"Everyone knows that Young Master Ling Xiao is the only one in the world who is righteous. But if the Young Master loses today, no one will believe him anymore... Xia Chen is innocent, and the Young Master will be the one who protects the evil spirits. His reputation will be ruined in one day."
Qingyang looked regretful, but Ling Xiao suddenly smiled brightly and said, "Master Qingyang is worrying too much. I never care what the world thinks of me, and... I will not lose."
"You won't lose?"
Qingyang was extremely angry and laughed back, his holy power overwhelming the heaven and earth.
Around its body, countless soul patterns appear, outlining a picture of mountains and rivers and a map of stars in the sky.
"If you won't lose, then I will lose?"
"Master Qingyang Palace, I have a question, why did the Seventh Palace Master suddenly disappear from the world? The protector behind you should be on Qingyao Mountain, right?"
Facing Qingyang's soul oppression, Ling Xiao did not show any fear, but instead smiled playfully.
Seeing this, Qingyang frowned slightly, feeling suddenly uneasy in his heart.
only!!
This Zhenyuan Soul Realm is the inherited classic of his Shadow Soul Palace, and it is also the truly top technique in Qingcang Realm.
In this soul world, all spiritual power fluctuations and bloodline power will be completely imprisoned.
Even if Ling Xiao had some life-saving trump cards given to him by the powerful men of the Ling clan, he couldn't use them at all.
So, what on earth is he laughing at?
"Hmph! Ling Xiao, it's okay if you are still making excuses when you are about to die. Since you are stubborn, I will crush you here today and send you back to the Ling clan!"
Qingyang snorted coldly, and the moment he stepped out, the sea of stars above his head suddenly dropped.
In an instant, the entire soul world suddenly changed, and the situation was turbulent.
Thousands of stars rolled down from the sky, like meteors and a sea of fire, shrouding Ling Xiao's figure.
However, the moment a smile appeared on Qingyang's face, a strong sense of disbelief suddenly flashed in his eyes.
At this time, he seemed to feel that at the place where the stars fell, a vast and unparalleled supreme force surged.
This kind of fluctuation was so terrifying that the entire soul world emitted bursts of harsh buzzing.
Then, Qingyang was stunned to see a slightly slender figure slowly walking out of the sea of fire.
His body was filled with the most powerful aura, and every move he made seemed to imply the way of heaven, making the void boil.
"How...how is it possible?"
This breath...the supreme soul!!
A young man with a supreme level of cultivation actually possesses a supreme level soul.