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1037. Lingxuan Moyun
For a Dou Sheng level expert, even if their body is damaged, the impact is not that great. As long as they find the right pills and have enough time, they can always recover.
However, Ling Xuanmo's situation was completely different. Despite exerting all his strength, he was directly severed from his body by that stunning sword strike. This meant that the destructive power of that sword strike had completely severed his life force.
Ling Xuanmo's expression remained ferocious, a mixture of extreme pain and resentment. The fighting spirit within him had not yet been extinguished; in fact, he still had the strength to clutch his lower body with his blood-stained hands, attempting to piece his two halves back together.
Xiao Yan felt a sense of unease as he witnessed the bloody and cruel scene. It wasn't because he was soft-hearted, but because he disliked such sights. He always believed that even his opponents, unless they were truly wicked, should not be deliberately tortured or humiliated. Giving them a swift and merciful end was the respect due to a strong person.
Zi Yan was exhausted, so Xiao Yan told her to rest where she was and flew directly to Ling Xuanmo.
Xiao Yan's tone was calm and cold: "Back in the battle at the Pill Tower, your punch almost destroyed all my life force. Now that you've fallen under my sword, let me send you on your final journey and end it all!"
Ling Xuanmo looked at Xiao Yan and listened to Xiao Yan's calm words. A ripple actually stirred in his heart. His original thought of forcibly piecing his two bodies back together was as if it had been doused with cold water.
Instead, a different emotion arises: a sense of relief and liberation.
If I die at his hands, then I can be free.
Thinking of this, Ling Xuanmo actually breathed a sigh of relief.
The Eight Desolate Annihilation Flame appeared in Xiao Yan's hand, quickly covering his entire left hand. Xiao Yan's palm was like a knife, aimed at Ling Xuanmo's head, and chopped down without hesitation!
Just before Xiao Yan's palm strike landed, Ling Xuanmo managed to cast a difficult glance at Ling Yuan.
He was his best friend, his closest brother. They had helped and supported each other for countless years. All the words he wanted to say ultimately amounted to a silent sigh.
"Sorry, bro..."
As Xiao Yan's attack landed, the destructive power of the Eight Desolate Annihilation Flame took effect. Ling Xuanmo's body, already damaged by the purple-gold sword's strike, was now severely injured and shattered. His flesh and soul were completely destroyed, and he no longer had to suffer any pain.
In such a battlefield, Xiao Yan dared not hold back in the slightest. He had no intention of trapping Ling Xuanmo's soul and then using it. Instead, he directly destroyed Ling Xuanmo's body and soul together.
The deputy patriarch of the Spirit Clan, a peak four-star Dou Sheng expert, Ling Xuanmo, has fallen!
When Xiao Yan attacked him, Ling Yuan was already close to going mad. He used all his skills to try to rescue his brother.
In the end, the combined power of the Pill Tower Ancestor and Qing Lin was unleashed, and Ling Yuan's two internal injuries greatly affected his performance. He was unable to reach his brother and could only watch helplessly as he fell.
The excruciating pain almost filled Ling Yuan's entire mind. At this moment, he even put aside his important task of commanding the Spirit Clan and had only one thought: to find Xiao Yan and take revenge!
At all costs, we will tear Xiao Yan to pieces!
However, in the next moment, soul power suddenly gathered, like an invisible net, silently converging from all directions in an instant. Ling Yuan felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, losing all five senses!
"Heavenly Rank Soul Skill: Soul Seal and Consciousness Sealing!"
At this moment, the one who can use this soul skill and control a soul like Lingyuan's, which is in the late stage of the Heavenly Realm, is naturally Yao Lao, whose soul power has reached the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Realm.
Despite facing Soul Mang, a Soul Clan expert at the peak of the four-star Dou Sheng level, he still managed to find a sliver of an opportunity and, at this crucial moment, managed to control the emotionally unstable Ling Yuan.
"Now!"
The old man's voice transmission reached Qinglin's ears before his actions. The latter barely paused, his fighting spirit was pushed to its limit, and a deep blue cold light gathered from the inside out with great agility, eventually converging into a single point!
That was a sharp blade formed by Qinglin using the cold energy possessed by the Nine Netherworld Python, concentrating on one point to attack its weak point!
puff-
The crisp sound of flesh being torn apart by a sharp weapon rang out immediately, and the blade in Qing Lin's hand pierced straight through Ling Yuan's chest. Visible deep blue frost spread wildly from the heart to Ling Yuan's limbs and bones, freezing half of Ling Yuan's body.
The excruciating pain and the sense of impending death awakened Ling Yuan. His soul had already reached the late stage of the Heavenly Realm and possessed the Spirit Fusion ability. There were no major flaws in his soul. Even though Yao Lao controlled it with the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Realm, he only managed to seize that one opportunity.
After regaining consciousness, Ling Yuan immediately used his remaining, unfrozen left hand to slam his palm down on Qing Lin, who was standing nearby. Even if Qing Lin wanted to do something, Ling Yuan was a star higher than her, and a direct confrontation was not something she could withstand.
Qinglin was immediately forced back, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Seizing the opportunity, the two seven-colored Sky-Devouring Pythons spewed out colorful mists, attempting to erode and melt Ling Yuan. However, a bloodthirsty glint flashed in Ling Yuan's eyes. He swung his fists twice, the force of which produced a piercing explosion, instantly shattering the souls of the two seven-colored Sky-Devouring Pythons with his spiritual fusion power.
With lightning speed, Ling Yuan slammed his palm against his injured chest, and with a bang, the ice crystals shattered rapidly under the force.
This attack was fatal even for a Dou Sheng. Just as he had expelled the chilling energy that had invaded his body, Ling Yuan could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Old Ancestor of Danta would not give him a chance to breathe. His jade flute transformed into a sword, and his figure moved like a ghost as he slashed down towards Danta's head.
"roll!"
Ling Yuan's mouth was full of blood, but his eyes gleamed with an unwavering determination, and his aura grew increasingly ferocious. He clasped his hands together, forcefully blocking the sword strike with his bare body, and then delivered a solid kick to the chest of the Pill Tower Ancestor, sending him flying.
Ling Yuan repelled his opponents one after another, and his every move seemed unaffected, but in fact, the situation had deteriorated to an extreme degree.
As if things weren't going to go wrong, the clan mark on Ling Yuan's forehead also began to dim, and the power activated by the clan mark was gradually reaching its limit.
The three wounds on his body were getting worse with each one, and the pain was constant. However, Ling Yuan's will was extremely strong. He absolutely could not fall down now!