"Today next year will be the death day of all the Lingzu!"
The gray sky was covered with blood. With the hoarse laughter, countless figures in black rushed towards the town. Soon, the peaceful town was on fire.
The shouts of killing and cursing came one after another, and the spiritual realm suddenly became a slaughterhouse that collapsed on one side.
A white haired young man was wearing a blood robe, his eyes were closed, a sword crossed the sky, dozens of black figures fell from the sky, apparently falling!
"Kill!"
In his voice, there was desolation and sadness. It was a three nation alliance.
On the premise that the spirit family was about to be exterminated by the spirit family, the Yan family and the Yao family stood on the wall, which made the white haired youth bite their teeth and listen to the surrounding spirit family members falling one by one, and a heart fell into the abyss.
His own brother who died in front of him, and the guard who blew himself up because of protecting the big formation of the spirit family, the young man took a deep breath, turned his sadness into murder, and galloped on the battlefield.
He waved a blood sword in his hand, and with the fighting spirit bursting out of his body, his figure gradually turned into a bloody lightning, and countless broken limbs and arms rushed into the sky with blood.
"The head of the spirit family has been killed. The number of the spirit family has gone from ten to eight, leaving you, the little head of the spirit family!"
A black meteor fell straight down towards the bloody lightning, and the young man opened his blank eyes and hit Cangxiong with his sword.
Suddenly, the blood billows!
The black figure was shocked, and then he sneered, "Even if you are the peak of the Nine Star Fight Saint, you will die today!"
The young man said nothing, but waved his blood sword mechanically.
The whine of the original spirit clan gradually became low and disappeared, and the youth suddenly burst out with a bloodthirsty roar.
The two men fought fiercely in the sky for dozens of rounds. The young man gritted his teeth and shook his blood sword.
"Hum, if you want to hurt the enemy, you will lose eight hundred." The other side sneered, and his hand was black.
The young man felt the bombardment that hit his legs. He took a deep breath of rusty air, stretched his right arm, and stabbed the blood sword into the other's heart.
"Unexpectedly lost to a blind man, hahahaha." The black figure laughed, laughing lower and lower.
With a wave of his hand, the black body fell from the air and fell into the fire.
Even the ancient ethnic groups that have always made friends with each other did not help this time. This ancient eight ethnic groups is a joke.
The Lingzu people have all disappeared now. I only hope that some Lingzu children can escape from the Holy Land and go to Zhongzhou to live in anonymity for a lifetime.
"The blood dripping method is killing him." The cold male voice resounded through the sky, and those black clad people of the Soul Clan rushed towards the young people as if they had beaten chicken blood.
Among them, those with the lowest morale are also the peak of Douzong. Usually, young people kill them casually, but now they fly to him and explode!
Boom! Boom!
The young man bowed his head and coughed up a mouthful of blood, holding the blood sword tightly in his right hand. Even if he was the peak of Dousheng, he suffered so many suicide attacks at one time, and his viscera were shaken.
His white hair was windless, and his dead black eyes earned a lot. He shouted hoarsely, "Holy Emperor, I know you are here, get out!"
The black fog rolled, and a black figure appeared behind the youth.
"I have already become the fighting emperor, but you are not."
A big dark hand inserted into the young man's back and burst out!
"Lingzu, at this moment, destroy the clan." The hoarse voice mocked.
The young man felt the loss of vitality in his body and looked up at the gray red sky, but he could not see anything.
His world is dark.
Now, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. There is really nothing to say.
What is the wrong step? Is it because I devote myself to practice that I don't have time to train my clan members? Or did you choose the wrong way at the beginning?
"There is only one way to fight against the Soul Clan. The genius of the Soul Clan is the leader of the minority clan." With a wave of his hand in the dark fog, the young man's body fell to the ground.
"Load the treasure house of the Lingzu and take it away. Next, we will kill the Guanglei clan."
The voice of Yin Tze Tze gradually faded away, and the young man who fell to the ground raised a piece of dust, and his body was then engulfed by the fire.
Sorry, I... Still too weak.
At the end of the day, the young man felt his body gradually disintegrating and closed his unwilling dark eyes.
。。。。。。
The teenager got up from the bed in an instant, and then fell off the bed.
"It's killing me..."
The boy opened his black eyes, but it was a pity that the world before him was still so vague and hard to see.
"I lost... I didn't expect that the Emperor of Soul could become the fighting emperor in such a short time... Tut, it's hard to do."
"In ancient times, the eight ethnic groups could not rely on each other. The alliance was just a joke."
The boy sighed.
"My speed of improvement is not slow... The forces that can win over have also won over. What can the Yan and Yao families do if they refuse to save their lives?"
The son of the head of the Ling clan, Ling Feixue stretched out.
He died, and then he was reborn, or returned to the past Lingfeixue.
"This is the third time. Let's take another road this time."
He has been reborn three times, all of which is inseparable from a celestial level skill in the great secret of the spiritual realm.
The method is incomplete. Only he can find it, or only he can practice it successfully.
The first generation lived a carefree life. He was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He himself had the peak strength of Douzong. He was a famous playboy in Zhongzhou. He passed through the flowers without touching his body, and then was killed by the Soul Clan in his half sleep.
The second, he never touched a drop of wine again, and vigorously supported the disciples of the Spirit Family. He signed a treaty with Yan Yao and put all his mind on cultivation. Even if he reached the peak of fighting saints, he still lost to the Soul Family.
This is his third life.
However, such an anti heaven skill naturally has a heavy price. Every time he is reborn, he will lose one of his five senses.
When the second was born again, he lost his sight.
"It should be the sense of smell or taste. Fortunately, I didn't become deaf." Lingfeixue muttered to herself.
Lingfeixue, who has three generations of memory, represents that he has all the skills he has learned since the third generation. This time, the speed of improvement is naturally faster than the last time.
This life will be different from the previous one. Ling Feixue stands up.
Perhaps, the only constant is his firm heart.
Maybe he is unwilling or regretful, but he has been trying and failed again. But he has the experience of the previous life, which means this life will be different.
Ling Feixue sighed deeply, the last life's unwilling, the last life's blood, finally turned into dust.
