Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 12868 The Fallen Black Forest
The Demon Soul King nodded slightly, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Boy, you know that the treasures in this world all have their spirituality and destiny. The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword is the sword of the ancient Demon Lord. It is powerful, but it also carries endless murderous aura. If you don't have enough strength to control it, then it will only become your shackles and put you in endless trouble."

"What you said is absolutely right, senior, but I think that a sword is given to a hero. If I can get this sword, it will definitely help me improve my combat power and better protect myself and those around me." Although Ling Xiao was respectful, there was a firm light in his eyes.

The Demon Soul King sighed, shook his head and said, "Boy, you know the principle of 'holding a treasure is a crime', right? If you don't have enough strength, but hold such a treasure, then everyone in the world will covet you. At that time, you will not only face the pursuit from the enemy, but also the betrayal from your friends and companions. The Black Sky Sword may increase your combat power, but it will also bring you endless disasters of death."

Ling Xiao smiled disdainfully, and then asked loudly: "Senior Demon Soul King, which one do you think is better, the World-Destroying Demon Needle or the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword?"

The Demon Soul King nodded slightly, his voice carrying a sense of heaviness that comes from the accumulation of years: "There is really no comparison between the two. The Devil Needle of Destruction is a legendary artifact that can shake the heavens and the earth and change the destiny of the world. It may be the most top-notch treasure in the entire Bai Ze Continent, containing endless mysteries and power."

"Although the Black Sky Sword is powerful, it can never compare to this heaven-defying treasure!"

Hearing this, Ling Xiao smiled faintly and said, "If that's the case, then what should I be afraid of? I already have a peerless treasure like the World-Destroying Magic Needle in my hand. Even if I get another one that's not as good as it, how much trouble can it cause me?"

His words are full of expectations and confidence for the future.

The Demon Soul King was stunned when he saw Ling Xiao's fighting spirit. He had never thought about this kind of thing. Ling Xiao already had the World-Destroying Demon Needle, so why didn't he dare to possess the Black Sky Sword?

Sure enough, he was worrying too much.

He was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, I am convinced by your words. Since you have made up your mind, I will not say anything more. The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword should be not far ahead. You must be careful and cautious on this trip and do not underestimate the enemy."

Ling Xiao nodded, a determined smile on his face: "Thank you for the reminder, senior. I will be careful."

Ling Xiao steadily controlled the airship, like an experienced captain, and found a suitable land in the vast universe. Finally, the airship slowly descended and landed steadily in a dark forest.

The forest was dark and deep, as if it had swallowed up all the light. The dark treetops blocked out the sun, making it difficult for even the sun to penetrate. The air was filled with an indescribable smell of corruption and depravity, which made people feel depressed and uneasy.

As soon as Ling Xiao stepped into the forest, he felt something was wrong with his body. He felt an invisible force eroding his body, as if dragging him into the abyss of darkness. His body became extremely heavy, and every step he took was like dragging a heavy burden.

However, Ling Xiao did not panic. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and felt the erosion of this corrupted power. At the same time, he silently recited the formula of the Tyrant Martial Spirit in his heart, preparing to release this powerful force.

When Ling Xiao opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with a determined light. He waved his hand violently, and a powerful energy burst out from his body. It was his Tyrant Martial Spirit. This power was like a blazing flame, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness and instantly devouring the corrupted power.

The power of corruption quickly disappeared under the devouring of Tyrant Martial Spirit, as if it was purified by this powerful force. And the power that originally eroded Ling Xiao's body now became energy to nourish his body and cultivation. He felt that his body gradually became lighter and stronger under the nourishment of this energy.

"Sure enough... With the Tyrant Spirit, this dangerous place is not that dangerous for me anymore." Ling Xiao secretly rejoiced in his heart, and at the same time, he also had a deeper understanding of his own strength. He knew that in this forest full of unknowns, he could only survive by relying on his own strength.

Ling Xiao's mouth curled up in a subtle arc, which was his unique smile, with a bit of calmness and composure. His deep eyes looked straight ahead, as if he could penetrate the heavy fog ahead, and continued to walk firmly inside.

This cursed land is filled with the breath of corrupt power, making the already ferocious beasts even more violent. They are corrupted by this power, their bodies twisted and deformed, their eyes flashing evil red light, their fangs exposed, and they are chilling.

Compared with ordinary monsters, these fallen beasts seem like creatures from another dimension. Their strength and speed are far beyond the ordinary, giving people an irresistible sense of oppression.

However, in Ling Xiao's eyes, these fallen beasts were just small obstacles on his way forward. He was agile, and every step he took was steady and powerful. The weapon in his hand flashed with cold light, and every swing was full of thunderous force.

Those fallen beasts seemed to have lost their former majesty in front of him. They were easily killed by him one by one and fell in a pool of blood.

Ling Xiao walked forward, with the corpses of fallen monsters piled up like a mountain behind him. The smell of blood on his body became stronger and stronger, but there was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if he had long been accustomed to such killing. In his body, the bloodthirsty sword soul was frantically devouring the blood of these fallen monsters.

Every time it devours, it becomes more violent and powerful.

Ling Xiao discovered that the blood of these fallen monsters was a great tonic for the bloodthirsty sword soul. Their power and evil aura were absorbed by the sword soul one by one and transformed into its own power.

When he finally reached the end of the dark forest, a huge fallen tree appeared before him. The tree was dozens of feet tall, with a canopy that blocked out the sun, and its trunk was covered with twisted lines, as if recording the vicissitudes of countless years.

And around it, there is an even stronger smell of decadence, which makes people feel suffocated.

When he reached the end of the Black Forest, the sight before him shocked him. A huge fallen tree stood there, its branches twisted and huge, as if it had carried countless years of vicissitudes and darkness.

The leaves were as black as ink, emitting a strange and cold aura, as if they could swallow up all light. Around this tree, the air was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression, as if some indescribable power was quietly surging.