Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao frowned slightly when he heard the words of the Demon Soul King.

He did not refute directly, but calmly analyzed: "Shameless? But we must admit that war has never been about whether the means are noble or not. If the Holy Hall is really as weak as you said, then even if they use the so-called "shameless" means, how can they successfully destroy the Demon Sect? This itself is a reflection of their strength."

The Demon Soul King was choked speechless by Ling Xiao's words. He was silent for a moment, as if thinking about Ling Xiao's words. In the end, he sighed, nodded, and tacitly agreed with Ling Xiao's point of view.

He understood that although he was full of dissatisfaction and anger towards the Holy Hall in his heart, the facts were in front of him. The Holy Hall did have strength that could not be underestimated.

The Demon Soul King was silent for a while in silence, his eyes like torches, focusing on the charming woman in front of him. She seemed to be a fairy walking out of the dark night, exuding a mysterious and seductive aura.

The Demon Soul King took a deep breath, then he knelt deeply on the ground, his voice full of awe and loyalty: "Demon Lord, you have worked hard, I will rescue you now!"

However, the woman seemed to be frozen, without any reaction. She stood there quietly, with bright eyes and white teeth, and skin as white as jade. She looked like a living creature, but she seemed to be isolated from the world and ignored everything in the outside world.

Ling Xiao watched this scene from the side, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

He couldn't help but say: "Isn't she stupid? After all, this is just an avatar, and the consciousness it possesses is extremely unlimited. There must be no one communicating with you for a long time, so when that little bit of consciousness dissipates, you will become a pure walking corpse."

As soon as I finished speaking, the man suddenly spoke. Your voice is clear and pleasant, without the arrogance and indifference that I imagined, but reveals a bit of playfulness and tsundere: "He is the walking dead, his whole family is the walking dead!" The corners of your mouth slightly lowered, as if you were laughing at Ling Xiao's guess, and seemed to express your contempt for such ignorant remarks.

Hearing that, Ling Xiao's excitement was beyond words. I hurriedly bowed and said respectfully: "Junior, if you are willing to give the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword to me, I will be grateful!"

The man looked at Ling Xiao's cold and hesitant eyes, shook his head slightly, and sighed: "He underestimated himself too much, Wu Mei." There was a bit of blame and disappointment in your words, as if you didn't care about Ling Xiao's confidence.

I secretly rejoiced that the clone was sealed and could not move freely, otherwise the junior would definitely be really angry, and I'm afraid my fate would be unimaginable.

"Uh... Junior, you can speak, so... why did you pretend to be dumb afterwards?" Ling Xiao's voice revealed a hint of embarrassment. I scratched my head, trying to relieve the restrained atmosphere.

The Demon Soul King looked embarrassed. I bowed deeply and said respectfully: "Demon Lord, I am the leader of the Demon Soul Sect, Mo Li. Although you are just a clone now, you swear that no matter what the price, you will do your best to rescue you!"

The man nodded slightly, his eyes deep: "You are wrong, Demon Lord Wu Meichao is indeed outside your place. The reason why we didn't kill you directly, but imprisoned you here, is to find out the whereabouts of the sword, a group of old guys in the Holy Hall who claim to be righteous."

My real target is the legendary Demon Lord Wu Meichao. The sword is not only powerful, but also carries the glory and dignity of the demon cultivators. It is the main purpose of my trip.

The man didn't seem to care about Ling Xiao's surprise. You curled your lips and said in a bad tone, "Do you want to talk? Do you have to speak when you see them?" Your voice revealed a bit of arrogance.

After all, he is a demon cultivator, and the leader of the Demon Sect, one of the weakest demon cultivators. I have never heard of his hot temper.

"It doesn't make sense!"

"Why give it?" Wu Mei's voice was full of hesitation and submission. I asked back: "The junior has not yet stepped into the magic path, and he has mastered this powerful world-destroying magic needle. The future of the Demon Sect, whether it can rise again, whether it can defeat this humble holy hall, all depends on you. Could it be that, Demon Lord, you really hope that the Demon Sect will rise again? Do you hope that you will stand on the sun again?"

You said lightly: "Mo Li, you feel his loyalty. But he must be worried about you, and the demon soul of your clone is about to dissipate. This big kid is right. The reason why you can still maintain that clone is because you have been waiting for a predecessor who can inherit your magical powers. Now that they are here, they are not the most suitable candidates."

The man looked at the hesitant eyes of the Demon Soul King, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, but then he became fierce again.

I felt that I could actually refute it.

Ling Xiao raised his little finger.

"Junior, I dare to ask, is this legendary Demon Lord Wu Meichao with you?" Ling Xiao took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm, but he could hardly hide his excitement and expectation.

The Demon Soul King showed a hesitant expression on his face when he heard this. I gritted my teeth and said, "Demon Lord, even if that's the case, you can let you suffer here. You are your leader and the spiritual pillar of your Demon Soul Sect. As long as there is no hope, you will give up."

When the man said that, his eyes swept between Ling Xiao and the Demon Soul King, and his tone revealed a hint of relief. You continued, "If they are willing, you can pass on your magic skills to them. In this way, even if your clone disappears, your inheritance can continue."

After hearing this, the man waved his hand heavily and said calmly: "Mo Li, the ban was set by the old guys in the Holy Hall, and its power is ordinary. With the ability of his clone, there is indeed no way to unlock it. Moreover, even if he can do it, it will immediately attract the weak people from the Holy Hall headquarters to come, and then he and the big kid will be in safety."

In fact, I didn't have too little expectation for the inheritance of the Demon Lord's clone. After all, it was just a clone. How much true inheritance could it have?

"Does he know? The Demon Sect once had seven small treasures, each of which contained weak power, and the World-Destroying Demon Needle is just one of them." The man said anxiously, with a deep light flashing in his eyes.

"The seven treasures are all unique and of different ranks. As far as you know, the other eight treasures have not found their owners after a hundred years. These people are all geniuses and have made a great contribution to the path of magic." The man smiled heavily, with a playful light in his eyes: "Oh? Why does he think you will give him the sword?"