"Hey, if you want to kill him, it may be difficult. Do you really not need me to take action?"
Ling Xiao sighed, the strong man took over the body, no matter how serious his injury was, he would have already recovered.
And with his skills in life, he is probably the one who can crush his peers.
The reason why Xia Chen did not kill Xiao Tu was that the true successor of the Demon Sect rarely went down the mountain to practice and spent most of his time practicing in the sect.
Secondly, he probably has enough confidence.
After all, after resurrecting his life, his purpose cannot be the current grudge, but the Qingyang God Emperor and Chi Luo Saint.
With Xiao Tu himself, it is difficult for him to be his opponent.
But fortunately, it is only the strong man who takes over the body, not the rebirth of the Immortal King.
If it was the latter, even Ling Xiao would have to face it with caution.
A person who can go through reincarnation, turn back time, and be reborn must have great fortune and be a peerless person who has perfected the Tao.
Their bodies after rebirth are still their own. In other words, their luck and other things have not changed.
Most importantly, it has the power to predict the future.
Even if he were to face Ling Xiao, I'm afraid he wouldn't be at any disadvantage.
After all, Ling Xiao only guessed the development of the plot based on experience, and could tell who was the destined person.
As for the reborn Immortal King, he has already experienced how he fell. How can he escape their eyes in the evolution of this world?
But even so, Xia Chen, the Holy Son of Yuanyue, will still be the most difficult opponent Ling Xiao has encountered so far.
It's not about his cultivation level.
How can the character of the God-Emperor be compared to that of these seventeen or eighteen-year-old sons of destiny?
"You don't have to trouble me, young master. I will avenge my clan's annihilation with my own hands even if I am shattered to pieces. If I...die on the battlefield...you please, young master, avenge me."
Xiao Tu took a deep breath and turned to bow to Ling Xiao.
"You won't die."
Ling Xiao shook his head, as if a magic light flickered in his eyes.
He liked Xiao Tu's temperament very much.
Once such a person takes revenge, he will definitely work for him wholeheartedly.
Neither the Wandao Demon Sect nor the Ling Clan can truly rely on Ling Xiao.
What he needs is a group of strong men who are completely loyal to him.
Then, give them some creation spiritual treasures, and let them develop their own power, blossom in full bloom, and build nets in many places.
By then, heaven and earth will not be at your fingertips!
"Young... Young Master!"
Xiao Tu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart was slightly shocked.
With this young man's temperament, he said that he would not die, and there was a 90% chance that he would not die.
The other 10% was mostly done by himself.
This sentence undoubtedly gave him a lot of confidence.
"Okay, there's still more than half a month left. Let's go and settle the matters here first. How are you doing with the Divine Soul Technique I gave you?"
"I have already reached the third level of the Spiral Seal, but the Soul Sword...is a little weird, and I can't focus on it yet."
Xiao Tu's face darkened, obviously feeling that he had failed Ling Xiao's expectations.
"It doesn't matter, that soul sword is not complete. You can practice it after I find some other techniques for you."
Ling Xiao smiled lightly and turned to look into the distance.
Under the white clouds and gray dogs, the outline of an ancient city gradually appeared.
At this time, the top of the city wall was filled with immortal disciples wearing white robes.
The leader among them is handsome and tall, with a majestic face, and a pair of sword eyes with a mighty celestial light. He is none other than the Holy Son of Yunshui, Jin Yang.
Under the city wall, a group of Qin disciples wearing long robes of various colors were polite and greeted the Yunshui disciples one by one.
Among them, Qin Wei, who was wearing a golden robe, stood behind the people, his body dazzling in the sun, faintly reflecting the scorching sun above his head.
It's just that the atmosphere between the two true disciples of these two great traditions seemed to be intense, but no one took the initiative to make a move.
All confrontations focus on the mouth.
Come to think of it, even though the two great traditions now seem to be on the same level.
But the scope of the battle is only with the vassal forces.
Once a war breaks out between these true descendants today, the foundation of the Taoist tradition will inevitably be involved.
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At that time, it will be considered as irreversible.
Jin Yang is not stupid, and Qin Wei is certainly not dumbfounded either.
No matter how many people die from the vassal forces, what does it have to do with them?
But once they take action, it will be a fight to the death.
"Is this Holy Son Yunmoo so old?"
Ling Xiao frowned and looked at the two parties who were quarreling fiercely, with a hint of surprise in his tone.
"Well, Jin Yang is known as the strongest saint son in Yunmao. He is the Taoist. He is now thirty-eight years old."
Xiao Tu glanced at Ling Xiao with a puzzled look, thirty-eight years old, how old is he?
The path to immortality is vast, cultivators can be hundreds of years old, and men in their thirties...isn't that the time to be a flower?
He is skilled in means, has a stable position, has little financial resources, and his combat power is reaching its peak.
Why does the young master look so weird right now?
"Well, no wonder he was able to kill the previous young master of my Demon Sect. His Taoism was so great that he was relatively strong among his peers."
Ling Xiao smiled calmly.
Two thousand fortunes, the way of wind, destroying the middle stage of delusion.
In comparison, Qin Wei, the descendant of the Qin clan, seems relatively mediocre.
He has no luck and has not understood the principles of Tao. Although he is still in the middle stage of breaking the delusion, it is obvious that he will definitely die if the two sides fight today.
An ancient genius like him was born to be stepped on.
But Jin Yang is a bit alluring.
Now that Ling Xiao has a fortune-plundering talisman in his hand, Jin Yang is a good choice.
As for the Holy Son of Yuanyue who will face him next, after all, he has to enter the Tianyuan Secret Realm, and Ling Xiao has plenty of time to accompany him.
"When we start to take action later, you first help Yunshui disciples to kill the people of the Qin clan. Did you see that Mr. Leng? Don't kill him. In the end, you are like this..."
Ling Xiao leaned over and whispered a few words into Xiao Tu's ear, then took out a human skin mask and a golden talisman from his arms.
After all, Qin Leng is lucky, Ling Xiao is ready to... follow the way of heaven and give him the best fortune!
"When the time comes, just retreat first and leave the rest to me."
Ling Xiao smiled sinisterly, the genius here is the foundation of the two great traditions, each one is tyrannical.
But there are only a few or two people who are in the middle stage of breaking the delusion.
Jin Yang will definitely face Qin Wei when the time comes, so if Xiao Tu takes action, the danger is not great.
"yes!"
Upon hearing what Ling Xiao said, Xiao Tu's eyes suddenly flashed with a dark light.
The young master's actions are indeed... not according to common sense.
"Come up here!!"
"Come up if you can!"
"Come down!"
"There's a chance that you lackeys will come down and fight us to the death!"
"Gan, you don't have the guts to scream. If you dare to come up, I guarantee that your father won't even recognize you."
"Bragging, if you come down here, I can kill you with one move!"
A group of Yunmao and Qin disciples screamed and cursed with angry expressions.
Those who didn't know it thought their relationship was already on a tear.
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The city wall is only a few feet high in total. Not to mention this group of clan monsters, even a phantom person can climb up with a slight jump.
But at this time, this city wall was like a natural chasm, blocking the bloody battle of this group of evildoers.
"Haha, it seems that I have to help them."
Ling Xiao grinned and motioned to Xiao Tu to calm down, but his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.