Flas burned fiercely.
The arrogant Demonfla Celestial, notorious for his reign of terror with the Death Dark Fla, ultimately t his end by being burnt alive. It really was a case of poetic justice.
Huh?
Among the ashes of the Demonfla Celestial, surprisingly, a glowing bone remained unburned.
"This must be the Wisdom Bone, right? Interesting. It seems that it’s not that the Wisdom Bone was ineffective; rather, the Demonfla Celestial was too incompetent to utilize such a powerful object."
He collected the Wisdom Bone, intending to personally hand it over to Master Baiyun when he returned to the Heavenly Dragon Continent.
This was his promise to Master Baiyun.
Once he made a promise to soone, he naturally had to keep it.
He was indeed such a trustworthy and good man.
"Xiao Die, let’s go."
Having finished the task at hand, Ling Xiao leaped into the air, heading in the direction that Leng i had taken.
He was still worried that sothing might happen to Leng i. To be on the safe side, he wanted to catch up and check on her.
Monts later, about a mile from Qingxu College, he stopped.
On a tree nearby sat a young girl, black energy violently emanating from her. The girl was desperately fighting against excruciating pain.
"Sigh, just as I thought."
Ling Xiao sighed.
As the Butterfly Girl had said, Leng i had made a contract with so creature, and though she could use that creature’s energy, she suffered imnse pain as a consequence.
As for any other side effects, that remained unknown.
A terrifying chill rushed at him.
A dreadful killing intent was more unsettling than the cold itself.
In that instant, Ling Xiao almost reacted defensively, as if the tangible death energy was about to kill him.
If one paid close attention, they would see that all living things within two to three ters of Leng i had lost their lives, and even the tree branches had completely withered.
What a terrifying aura of death.
And what was most horrifying was that around Leng i, veiled in black mist, one could faintly see many grueso skeleton spirits issuing piercing screams.
Leng i’s long black hair had turned gray, as lifeless as colorless vitality itself.
"Leng i, what in the world happened to you?"
Ling Xiao was shocked as he lunged toward Leng i.
What did danger matter, and what did death?
For Ling Xiao, Leng i’s words, "I would rather turn into a Fierce Ghost to protect my master," were worth risking his very life.
Such a woman deserved his every effort to protect her.
If he were to let Leng i die like this, he would never have peace for the rest of his life.
As he approached within two ters of Leng i, an even more terrifying killing intent congealed into a ghastly visage with a Blood Bowl gaping mouth, trying to devour Ling Xiao.
Boom!
Unable to avoid it, Ling Xiao was forced to deploy the Crimson Sun Feather Robe, which provided him with a bit of relief.
"Master, no! Don’t co any closer!"
Leng i recognized him as Ling Xiao was not wearing his mask.
Leng i’s voice was weak, and with every word spoken, her body trembled uncontrollably as if tornted by sothing.
Seeing this, Ling Xiao’s heart felt like it was shattering, and the pain was more severe than any injury he had ever suffered.
"Nonsense, look at the state you’re in. If I don’t help, who else can save you?"
Ling Xiao wasn’t just acting on impulse.
He was so resolute not only because he genuinely wanted to help Leng i.
But also because he possessed the Mountain and River Martial Soul and the Immortal Pot, which could absorb any soul.
Whatever it took, it might be possible to help Leng i, even if there was only the slightest chance, he was willing to try.
The ominous aura enveloped his body, fiercer and more ferocious than before, causing his Crimson Sun Feather Robe to actually extinguish.
The eerie feeling pierced directly through his soul, making his entire body tremble with it.
However.
His body was trembling, but his will remained as resolute as ever.
Without flinching, without pausing, he still took firm steps, moving toward Leng i step by step.
Finally, his hand touched Leng i.
Boom!
In his mind, an image of a terrifying woman appeared, a woman whose eyes had been gouged out and legs chopped off, her blood continuously flowing from the empty eye sockets.
The terrifying aura of killing intent was released from her body.
In that instant, Ling Xiao knew everything.
This woman, Leng i’s second Martial Soul, must have been brutally treated while alive, which was why she harbored such trendous anger and murderous intent; she wanted revenge, she wanted to slaughter everything alive.
"Don’t!"
Leng i cried out in horror, as she felt the murderous aura within her begin to surge uncontrollably toward Ling Xiao, seemingly about to completely destroy him.
Seeing her master like this, Leng i’s heart ached more than ever before.
"You little silly, you’ve called master for so long, willing to transform into a Fierce Ghost for my sake, what’s it to to help you? Do you really want your master to beco a heartless and ungrateful person?"
Ling Xiao gently stroked Leng i’s hair, his heartache tinged with anger.
"Xiao Die, I need your help to protect us, don’t let anyone disturb us."
Ling Xiao summoned the Butterfly Girl, then gently embraced Leng i, no longer concealing anything, as the vast will of the Mountain and River Martial Soul surged forth.
The Power of the Human King, which he had always been reluctant to use, was also now activated.
At last, his body didn’t feel so terrible anymore.
The strong murderous aura even receded for a mont.
Tears blurred Leng i’s eyes, dampening the front of her clothes.
She followed Ling Xiao, protected him, not for any other reason, but simply because Ling Xiao once saved her.
But after all, she was a woman.
Which girl does not harbour sentints?
How could she not be moved by Ling Xiao’s treatnt?
How could she not be touched?
"Thank you, Master!"
Thousands of words condensed into one sentence, though few in words, yet deep in sentint.
"Close your eyes, leave it to ."
Ling Xiao smiled slightly, with an Immortal Pot appearing above his head.
"Monster, I know of your misery, but if you seek to harm Leng i, I will not spare you!"
The Immortal Pot opened, a powerful suction force bursting forth.
The soul let out a piercing scream, struggling not to be sucked away.
"Quite tenacious indeed!"
Ling Xiao snorted coldly, his Soul Power pouring into the Immortal Pot, making the suction force even stronger.
"No——!"
The soul continued to scream pitifully, and despite its desperate resistance, it had no choice but to be gradually absorbed into the Immortal Pot.
The energy within Leng i, now uncontrolled by the soul, beca restless and erratic, rampaging within Leng i’s body.
"Don’t worry, today I will transform this energy completely into yours!"
Ling Xiao took a deep breath.
The Mountain and River Martial Soul already wrapped around Leng i, countless inscriptions flickering incessantly in the sky.
"Phew!"
The murderous aura, no longer controlled by a soul, was too horrific and actually injured Ling Xiao, causing him to spew a mouthful of fresh blood, significantly weakening him.
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