Soul Devouring Sword Master

"Don't, don't kill me, I, I..."

"Don't tell him!"

The blue-clothed youth wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

"We got the news that the place where the real dragon appeared is 300,000 miles southeast of here, in a wasteland."

The purple-haired youth said hurriedly, otherwise, he would be the next to die.

Suddenly, the blue-haired youth looked ashen. If the purple-haired youth hadn't, one of them might have survived, but now, neither of them could survive.

"I'm done, I've told you everything I know, let me go, let me go."

The purple-haired youth begged.

"Let you go, have I ever let you go, let's meet your companions on the Yellow Spring Road."

Lin Xiao's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his fingers were like swords.

"No, you can't do this!"

The purple-haired youth screamed in horror, and the next moment, he stepped on his feet and turned around to flee.

However, the next moment, the sword energy slashed, and the purple-haired youth's head fell to the ground directly.

The young man in blue shook his head and sighed. The next moment, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He pointed to his Dantian, and his body swelled up rapidly. He rushed towards Lin Xiao, knowing that he could not escape, and wanted to perish together.

However, Lin Xiao punched out, and the opponent was directly destroyed.

After taking away the ring, Lin Xiao's figure flashed and flew to the southeast.

An hour later, Lin Xiao's expression suddenly changed. He felt that there were many spiritual fluctuations in front of him, and it seemed that many people were fighting.

Whoosh!

With a step, Lin Xiao quickly approached the front.

"That is-"

Suddenly, Lin Xiao's expression changed, and he found that there was a huge pit not far ahead. The diameter was thousands of feet, and it was extremely wide. It could be called a basin, a large basin.

Bang! Bang...

When Lin Xiao flew closer, he found that the basin was also very deep, at least several hundred feet. In the basin, there were figures flashing in all directions, fighting fiercely, and the energy spread like ripples, splashing everywhere, and the space fluctuated constantly.

"That is——"

Flying over the basin, Lin Xiao's eyes flashed, and he noticed that the people below seemed to be fighting for a piece of land.

Looking closely, at the bottom of the basin, there was a five-finger mark, similar to a palm print, emitting an icy aura, but it was very mysterious, even more mysterious than the artistic conception.

"Original mark, that is the breath of the origin!"

Lin Xiao's eyes lit up. He was too familiar with this mysterious feeling. It was the same mysterious feeling when Liu Zhengyang and the other four Yuanhai Realm opened the Blood Secret Realm before, and the feeling in this mark seemed to be clearer.

You know, this Blood Secret Realm has existed for a long time. It is rumored that there are Yuanying Realm masters and dragons fighting here. Obviously, this mark is produced by the fight, and naturally there is the breath of the masters left.

After so many years, the breath in this mark is still so clear, which shows that the strength of those masters is indeed very strong, worthy of being Yuanying Realm masters.

Obviously, most of the warriors in the basin had cultivated the Ice Realm, or similar Water Realm, Frost Realm, and they fought for the ownership of the mark.

However, although the origin mark was rare, it was useless to Lin Xiao, and he did not cultivate the Ice Realm.

Bang!

With a stomp of his feet, Lin Xiao flew over the basin. Not long after, he found another basin, and some people were fighting for the origin mark. This time it was the origin of gold, which was sharp and could break anything.

Without hesitation, Lin Xiao flashed and left again.

Afterwards, he passed through several basins in a row, but none of them had the origin breath that Lin Xiao needed, which made him feel helpless. Logically, the wind realm and thunder realm are two very common realms, so why is there none?

"Hmm? That's--"

Suddenly, Lin Xiao's expression changed, and he saw some black-robed figures sitting cross-legged in a basin not far ahead, surrounding a mark, concentrating and comprehending carefully.

"They are all people from the Demon Valley!"

"Dark Origin!"

Flying closer, Lin Xiao immediately recognized that the breath of this origin was very similar to the breath of the elder who led the Demon Valley before, and these black-robed people were also disciples of the Demon Valley.

Since they were all from the same lineage, they would naturally not kill each other. These disciples of the Demon Valley sat around the mark in an orderly manner, with one person sitting at a distance. Obviously, they were ranked according to their strength and status.

In the innermost, there were three people, who were closest to the dark mark, but there was also a distance of several dozen feet. If they were too close, they would be suppressed by the breath of the origin, which would be counterproductive.

There was a black mark on the eyebrows of the three people. At this moment, the black mark was glowing, as if it was confirming with the dark origin.

The auras of these three people were also very strong, which made Lin Xiao's expression slightly tense.

In the Demon Valley, nearly half of the disciples practiced the dark state of mind, a very special state of mind, and there were matching martial arts and techniques, but Lin Xiao had only heard of it.

Therefore, apart from the disciples of the Demon Valley, few people came to compete for the dark origin mark, so these people could feel at ease to comprehend here.

Swish!

Lin Xiao flashed and left here, while the three people frowned slightly, as if they sensed a trace of dangerous aura, but it was fleeting, so they returned to practicing Zheng