Chapter 655

In a daze, Ling Xiao didn't know where he was, because he didn't know the environment around him at all.

It was a sea of white clouds, and he stood on the soft clouds.

Ling Xiao tried to take a few steps. The soft clouds like cotton could still support the weight of his body. There was no sign that he couldn't bear to drop Ling Xiao.

Looking up at the sky, Ling Xiao saw an empty blue sky, no clouds and no sun.

Ling Xiao looked at her feet again, but she couldn't see what was under the clouds.

"What the hell is this place?" Ling Xiao frowned and tried to use his spiritual power to check around, but he reluctantly found that his spiritual power could only spread to about 100 meters in this place.

Ling Xiao knows that now she is a "lonely ghost". Anyway, she doesn't know where to go. Let's go for a stroll.

Walking forward, Ling Xiao found that the scenery under her feet began to change. Originally covered by clouds, his feet became transparent so that he could look down from above.

The mountain below is the place Ling Xiao recalled after he was punched in the head by Wang Zhongbo last time - his childhood home.

Ling Xiao took a closer look at the mountain. Now there are many people fighting hard and many people are besieging one person.

The man holding the butcher God is Ling Xiao's father, Ling Feng!

"Dad!" Ling Xiao exclaimed. He wanted to rush down, but he found that his feet were not empty, but the clouds that covered him became transparent.

In his current state, it is impossible to break through the clouds and go down.

Therefore, Ling Xiao can only stand here and watch with his fist clenched.

Hundreds of ghost masters dressed in black and white besieged Ling Feng, but Ling Feng blocked him for tens of meters with the blade of killing God.

Ling Xiao knew the clothes of these people. These guys were the minions brought by the old man who claimed to be his mother's father.

If Ling Xiao guessed right, the situation at this time was just after what he saw when he was unconscious last time.

Ling Xiao was taken away by his mother, and his father Ling Feng was responsible for the post-mortem.

It seems that now is the situation when his father is dead.

"Here, I can see my past?" Ling Xiao was curious. Although he knew it was the past, he still squeezed a sweat for his father.

"The old bastard went to find jing'er?" Ling Feng noticed that the old man was gone and his murderous spirit suddenly rose!

"You all die for me!" Ling Feng shouted. Tu Shen was thrown out by him, rotating around his body at a very fast speed, and then returned to his hand.

The track drawn by Tu Shen, layers of black light spread out like water lines, making a wheezing sound.

Poof! After the move, Ling Feng spit out a big mouthful of blood, insert the tip of the knife into the ground, hold the handle with both hands, and gasp for breath.

It seems that this move cost Ling Feng a lot of soul power, so he had to stop to rest and adjust.

The hundreds of guys who had just besieged Ling Feng stopped where they were, with empty eyes, as if they were unconscious puppets.

After a while, Ling Feng took Tu Shen out of the ground, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and walked in the direction his wife had fled.

Behind him, the bodies of the hundreds of guys leaned down from their shoulders until a long blood mark appeared on the other side of their waist. Blood puffed out of the bloodstain, hissing like the fog of a fountain.

After the blood mist was sprayed, half of the bodies of the hundreds of guys fell obliquely along the blood mark, and fell to the ground, revealing their fatal wounds.

Every body was the same. It was cut at the same place. The wound was flat and smooth, like the most precise measurement, without any defects.

Tu Shen is really worthy of being a perfect killing weapon!

Ling Xiao, who was standing on the transparent cloud to watch the war, took a breath of air-conditioning. Why couldn't he kill Tu Shen? It seems that this move should be the God killing move created by my father.

Ling Feng disappeared in Ling Xiao's sight. Ling Xiao wanted to know what happened later, so he quickly followed up.

After a while, Ling Xiao came to the place where her memory was interrupted last time and saw Ling Feng again.

In front of his father Ling Feng, there was his mother and the old bastard whose mother called his father.

They had stopped fighting. The old bastard looked at Ling Xiao's mother sobbing and looked indifferent.

At that time, I was lying in my mother's arms, and there was no fluctuation of breath and soul!

"How could it be like this? I died at that time!" Ling Xiao could judge from her mother's sad and desperate look that she was dead at that time!

Ling Xiao knew that he was his father who raised himself with a wisp of soul of the Lord of the devil, but unexpectedly, he was such a way to die.

Ling Xiao looked very complete from the outside when he was a child, but the bones of his whole body had been broken, let alone the extent to which his internal organs had been damaged.

The young body fell softly into his mother's arms. Before he died, his painful face hung all the time. You can imagine how painful Ling Xiao was at that moment.

"Murong Huatian, you old bastard, give back my son's life!" Ling Feng's hair moved without wind, and his whole body was shrouded in an extremely strong black air. The butcher God in his hand was bright and dark, flashing a soul grabbing dark light!

"Murong Huatian?! that old bastard is Murong Huatian!" Ling Xiao's "heart" jerked. He wanted to move his stiff face, but he found that all his expression functions had temporarily lost their function.

Ling Xiao never thought that his mother's father was Murong Huatian, the Lord of the soul!

The mother is the daughter of Murong Huatian, the Lord of the divine soul, and the father is the son of Ling mietian, the Lord of the demon soul. No wonder Murong Huatian will obstruct the marriage between Ling Xiao's father and mother.

Who would want his daughter to marry the enemy's son? What's more, Murong Huatian is not a broad-minded person.

Seeing Ling Feng so excited, Murong Huatian knew that a fierce battle was inevitable again.

He was preparing to fight Ling Feng. Murong Huatian didn't know what was wrong. His face suddenly changed slightly and he said, "Ling Feng, spare your life first. When I solve the problem over there, I'll settle it with you!"

"Don't go!" Ling Feng jumped up with the butcher God in his hand and chopped down at Murong Huatian with a knife, regardless of whether Murong Huatian had something or what.

Hoo!

A huge black dagger with a length of more than 100 meters cut towards Murong Huatian. This was the first time Ling Xiao saw the tangible dagger of Tu God.

Murong Huatian was not in love with the war. He immediately summoned a golden shield to block it. He took the opportunity to use the blink skill to leave here.

Boom!

The golden shield could not stop the power of the butcher God at all, and burst out at once.

After the shield was broken into countless golden spots, the butcher's blade continued to cut down. Then, Ling Xiao in the sky saw the most frightening scene in her life.

The knife awn fell on the ground and smashed the soil on the ground into a soil wave 100 meters high.

The powerful force, like a giant bulldozer, extends the 100 meter high soil waves infinitely along the front of the blade.

After the earth wave, Ling Xiao was stunned to see that a deep crack was like a black giant snake entrenched on the ground, with no head in front and no tail in back.

Countless heat waves with magma and Mars sprayed from the cracks more than ten meters wide. It seems that Ling Feng's knife hit the center of the continent!

Ling Xiao could finally make his face jerk a few times this time, and kept saying, "Dad, Dad, how can you be so fierce... As your son, I'm really big!"

However, he is so fierce that he can't help Murong Huatian, the Lord of the soul. How terrible is that guy's strength? Ling Xiao really can't imagine.

Gudong! Just as Ling Xiao imagined the power of Murong Huatian, his father Ling Feng suddenly fell to the ground and fainted.

"Maple!" Ling Xiao's mother held little Ling Xiao's body, rushed to Ling Xiao's father Ling Feng and burst into tears.

Within one day, her son died and her husband was seriously injured. Ling Xiao deeply realized her mother's grief.

"Mom, where are you now? Xiao'er would never make you so sad if she could see you again..." looking at her mother's face, which became extremely haggard because of crying, Ling Xiao felt a kind of tears. However, he is now a soul body and can't shed tears at all.

However, what Ling Xiao didn't know was that his flesh lying in Xihe city was now covered with tears.

"What will the next thing look like?" Ling Xiao was very curious, but the transparent cloud carrying Ling Xiao suddenly turned into a vast expanse of white, so that Ling Xiao couldn't see what happened next.

"Damn it, what's the matter!" Ling Xiao was so angry that he hit the cloud with his fist, but he didn't have any strength now. The fist couldn't hit the white clouds at all.

"Boy, don't be impatient." a familiar voice came from behind him. Ling Xiao turned around and saw a man he didn't expect.

At this time, Ling Xiao's back has become a vast sea. The sea waves rise and fall, pushing up and down the ship that is not too big on the sea.

There was a man standing on the deck. He didn't move, but the ups and downs of the sea made him look like he was shaking up and down, which made Ling Xiao feel that he was shaking too.

"Why are you here?" Ling Xiao asked the man in surprise.

Who else could that dark old man with white beard be if he wasn't the old captain?