Chapter 1308： First successor

"Om!!"

Xiang Yun's soul palm came out and turned into a river of souls out of thin air, sweeping the world.

There seem to be thousands of stars paved with endless soul light.

It's just that, Ling Xiao didn't have the slightest wave on his face, and the dragon sword was tightly held in his palm, and the whole body seemed to be shining brightly.

Immediately after that, on the dragon sword, the runes surged, and the rhyme of Taoism was born, like a golden dragon, wrapped around Ling Xiao's arm.

And as Ling Xiao raised his palm, he heard a loud dragon roar immediately resounding, like Huang Zhongda Lu, unparalleled, as if it could shatter the world.

"Wow."

The originally rushing Soul Sea Star River was directly torn apart by this sword force! !

The entire mountain road is disconnected from it, and a faint brilliance is spilled from the gap in the kendo.

Xiang Yun's complexion changed drastically, but before she had the slightest reaction, she saw that the sword suddenly fell, which was many times more powerful than just before.

Cut out the void, the brilliance is exhausted.

even! !

At this moment, Xiang Yun only saw a ray of golden brilliance disappear in a flash, but her body was cut directly at the waist, without a trace of defense at all.

"Punch!!"

But at this time, her vitality has not been extinguished, blood is flowing all over the place, and her eyes are full of panic.

How can it be? !

She has obviously received the master's gift, transforming her soul arm, with unparalleled power, how can she not resist even a ray of sword power? !

"If you don't show up again, your servant will have no chance."

On the mountain road, suddenly there was a low sound of footsteps.

Seeing Ling Xiao stepping slowly, he raised his foot and stepped Xiang Yun's head under his feet.

A girl of luck who had been planted with a soul mark was of no use to her at all.

She is still alive, but just a bait.

"Master...Save me..."

Xiangyun was in a hurry and was panicked to the extreme.

"Humph!!"

On the altar, the ghost fog is raging.

I saw a ray of soul power quietly condensing, turning into a hundred-zhang soul blade out of thin air, piercing through the world, and coming horizontally.

Ling Xiao's eyes condensed slightly, especially the weird divine pattern pervading the soul blade, which made him feel a heavy pressure.

"Finally are you willing to show up?"

"Om!"

Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden buzzing sound.

Suddenly, above Ling Xiao's head, there was a magnificent fairy palace standing upright.

The upper road pattern overflows, evolving into a mysterious yellow sun and moon.

As Ling Xiao lifted his palm lightly, the gate of the fairy palace suddenly opened wide.

Ten ancient swords with shining celestial glory appeared in the air, and each handle was engraved with the Holy Will of Ten Thousand Ways, and the power of the sky came into being.

Time was still, and the void stagnated, but the ten ancient swords suddenly fell down, like a river of sword energy, tearing through the sea, cutting through the cycle of reincarnation.

Thousands of miles of void, sword intent rushed, as if a galaxy emerged, violently colliding with that soul blade.

"Rumble."

Suddenly, the entire mountain road collapsed and shattered, and smoke was everywhere.

And that Baizhang Soul Blade was directly torn and shattered by Ten Swords, dissipating invisible.

But at this time, Ling Xiao did not hesitate anymore, and with a thought, he saw ten swords trembling from the sky, and slashed down!

"act recklessly!!"

The ghost mist rises and sinks, and a figure appears to be coming out of it.

Then, he saw him pushing horizontally with both hands, crushing the world and violently colliding with the ten swords.

"Humph."

Accompanied by a muffled hum, the ghost mist that originally hovered on the altar suddenly waved for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the ten swords fell, the vast and incomparable sword intent swept the eight wastes, reversed the yin and yang, and directly smashed the altar to pieces.

The ghost mist in the sky quietly condensed, then slowly dissipated.

Ling Xiao stood with his hand held, his eyes clear and clear at the place where the ghost mist had receded.

At this moment, he seemed to see one of the slender and graceful figures gradually revealing his true face.

only! !

Before he could see the appearance of this person thoroughly, the figure disappeared with the ghost mist.

"A soul consciousness?"

Ling Xiao's eyes condensed slightly, and he looked at the black gate exposed above the altar indifferently.

At this time, he could see that above the gate, the **** pattern was turbulent, sealing the eternal ages.

And behind that gate, a slender figure stood quietly.

It was a woman with black dress and long hair, tall and fair.

At this moment, although her face was enveloped by a layer of fairy radiance, the eyes exposed outside were a strange ice blue color.

Different from Gu Chaoci, this woman also has an unparalleled hegemony.

But she... is really too thin, she looks weak and windy, with a slender jade neck, two bones exposed outside the black dress, crystal clear and straight, stunning and inexplicable.

It is hard to imagine that these two completely different temperaments are so perfectly presented in one person.

Only at this time, her eyes were extremely cold, and her soul pattern was undulating, like a nine-day immortal god, overlooking the mundane world.

Obviously, looking at the sentiment in this woman's eyes, it is not that she does not want to break the void.

It was the power of the ban on this altar, which was so terrifying that she couldn't easily pass through it.

But, this is true. A single strand of soul consciousness has a combat power comparable to that of the Holy Realm. This woman's body is probably enough to kill the contemporary sequence.

Moreover, depending on her age, she should be about the same size as Xiang Yun, so it seems that this should be a...Ghost evildoer.

"Who are you?"

Ling Xiao raised his head and asked calmly.

He didn't have much prejudice against the ghost race.

The enemy of the enemy is somewhat of value for use.

After all, most of the human forces in this Qingcang are running dogs of the immortal race and the main hall of the realm.

But anyone with a bit of spine will either be killed by the leader of the world, or be expelled to the bitter cold land just like the Xuanyuan clan.

Therefore, there is no harm in Ling Xiao to the chaos of the four extreme forces.

This was also the reason why he would let Huang Luoyi leave at the beginning.

"Who are you?"

The woman in the black dress has long hair hanging down her hips and fluttering.

Her voice, like her eyes, was cold and clear, it was a clean and clear bitterness.

only! !

Perhaps because the ban on the altar was too weird, Ling Xiao couldn't even notice her cultivation realm and...

"Human, I remember you."

The woman in the black dress snorted coldly, raised her hand lightly, and wanted to turn around and leave.

"Hey."

However, just when the ghost mist was all around her and the figure was about to disappear, Ling Xiao suddenly opened her mouth and called out softly.

"Um?"

The woman in the black dress has light eyebrows, her slender body faintly, "Do you have any last words to say?"

"The first descendant of the ghost clan is indeed domineering."

Ling Xiao's eyes were clear, and the soul veins were lingering, like a great abyss, which was difficult to predict.

Ghost clan evildoer, invincible posture.

Looking at Qing Cang, there are only a handful of contemporary people who can bring a little pressure to Ling Xiao.

And the girl with ice eyes in front of her is absolutely impossible to be unfamiliar.

From the memory of ghosts and souls, Ling Xiao knew that there were three descendants of the ghost clan.

And the most mysterious of them is the first descendant of the ghost clan, Naia.

Everyone knows that Naia is extremely talented and has the power to predict the future.

However, the whole ghost clan, no one has ever seen Naia Zhenrong.