Soul Devouring Sword Master

"Quick, run the Spirit Swallowing Art with all your strength to suppress the will to kill!"

Almost at the same time, Bai Yuan shouted.

"ah!"

Lin Xiao roared, trying his best to maintain the last trace of consciousness, and immediately used the Spirit Swallowing Technique to the limit. Suddenly, the devouring power doubled, suppressing the increasingly violent will to kill.

Bang! !

As if a fire that was getting stronger and stronger was suddenly doused with cold water, the murderous intention on Lin Xiao suddenly disappeared and the bloody light dissipated.

Lin Xiao's whole body seemed to have been drained of strength in an instant, and he collapsed directly. At the same time, the unicorn jade also fell beside him.

"Huhu——"

Panting heavily, Lin Xiao was sweating profusely, and his whole body was shaking. Every muscle was trembling, and blood even oozed from some places. His internal organs were painful as if they were being torn apart, but his hands were holding on to the bloody handle tightly. The long sword was the reward he paid such a heavy price for.

After a while, Lin Xiao regained some strength and propped up his body. Han Zhao on the side hurried over and said, "Lin, Lin Xiao, you, are you okay?"

The terrifying power released from Lin Xiao's body just now made Han Zhao feel frightened. It was hard to imagine how terrifying power lurked in Lin Xiao's body.

"It's okay, deputy sect master, you can go heal your wounds. I was practicing just now."

Lin Xiao said casually, not intending to explain too much. This kind of thing could not be explained clearly at the moment.

"You...then take care of yourself."

After thinking for a moment, Han Zhao hesitated, but still didn't ask any more questions. Everyone had their own secrets, not to mention Lin Xiao, who was the son of fate. He could also see that Lin Xiao didn't want to know more.

After finishing, Han Zhao walked to the side and continued to perform exercises to heal his injuries.

Lin Xiao, on the other hand, lowered his head and looked at the bloody sword in his hand.

This long sword is more slender than ordinary swords. It glows with eye-catching blood. It is completely condensed by the will to kill and contains extremely terrifying energy.

"This...let's call it the Sword of Killing."

Lin Xiao whispered, touching his chest, his heart was still beating wildly, as if he had experienced a life and death decision. Not long ago, he felt that he was almost controlled by the will to kill. Fortunately, at the critical moment, he was able to save him in time. Suppress it.

"Yes, you succeeded in condensing the power of the will to kill. The power of this sword is enough to kill a first-level Holy Spirit Realm warrior and seriously injure a second-level Holy Spirit Realm warrior."

Bai Yuan said.

"So strong!"

Hearing this, Lin Xiao's heart trembled, but he was immediately relieved.

It's no wonder that the power of the will to kill is even higher than the original source, and he only used part of the power to condense it in a hurry. This power alone is already terrifying.

Thinking about the previous battle at Ice Spirit Palace, that battle, the power brought by the will to kill, the power of this killing sword, is indeed normal.

"However, it is too difficult to condense a killing sword!"

Lin Xiao wiped the sweat from his face and shook his head. He recalled the excruciating pain and heart-rending pain not long ago and couldn't help but shudder.

Condensing a killing sword was a torture to his body and mind, even a shadow, but fortunately, his body was strong enough, and he could recover from his injuries after taking some time.

"A single killing sword may not be enough..."

Putting the Sword of Killing into the Chaos Tower, Lin Xiao frowned. After a while, he gritted his teeth and made an extremely difficult decision.

By the time the clock ticked, half the time had passed before I knew it.

The old man in gray robe opened his eyes, and his complexion recovered a little. He came to the Soul-Eating Bell and was about to open it, but suddenly hesitated again.

He suddenly remembered what Cang Xuan said before leaving.

This Lin Xiao was the son of fate. He stayed in the fallen battlefield for half a year and killed many arrogant people. How could he not have some life-saving treasures on his body? Maybe he is not dead now.

After all, talent is always difficult to measure by common sense. Just like this Lin Xiao, he insisted on using the spiritual realm to injure him as a holy spirit realm. This in itself is extremely incredible, and the old man in gray robe also left some shadows in his heart. , I don’t dare to be careless anymore.

If he takes away the Soul-Eating Bell and Lin Xiao is not dead and takes the opportunity to escape, the situation will be bad.

To be on the safe side, after much thought, the gray-robed old man decided not to open the Soul-Eating Bell for now, and wait a few seconds. No matter what magic weapon Lin Xiao had, he would definitely be solved by the resentful spirit. He still had great confidence in the Soul-Eating Bell of Ten Thousand Ghosts. Yes, once, he relied on this magic weapon to trap and kill a Holy Spirit Realm whose strength was similar to his.

In the Holy Spirit Realm, no matter how strong you are, your soul is also your weak point. As long as a resentful spirit seizes the opportunity, you will definitely die.

"Third Queen, wait until my injury is fully recovered. Then, it won't be too late to open the Soul-Eating Bell!"

After making up his mind, the old man in gray robe walked aside and began to meditate again to heal his injuries.

Inside the clock.

After resting for half a time, with the help of a large amount of spiritual energy and elixirs, as well as the body's self-repair, and the Spirit Swallowing Art, Lin Xiao's injuries were basically healed.

His heart skipped a beat, he gritted his teeth, and Lin Xiao started again, using Qilin Jade to inspire the will to kill and condense the killing sword.

A few minutes later.

Lin Xiao was lying on the ground, panting and sweating profusely. Blood and sweat were mixed together. His entire face was twisted in pain, and his whole body was twitching.

In his hand, he held a killing sword.