Douluo's pride

Chapter 124 Curse of the Remnant Soul
While Xue Xiaoran was watching the battle, his sensitive mental power seemed to have noticed something.

It was an evil thought.

When he was about to search for the source of the evil thoughts, he discovered that the cursed breath came from his ring.

He thought for a moment, and then came to a conclusion.

I didn't expect it to be a soul-devouring fierce blade. I didn't expect that cursed breath to erupt again in a few days. I can only say that it is indeed a carving knife created by the evil soul master.

Xue Xiaoran felt the extremely unpleasant breath coming from the ring, and couldn't help sighing.

"Captain, I'm not feeling well, can I leave early?" Xue Xiaoran raised her hand and said.

Ma Rulong glanced at Xue Xiaoran, nodded, "Yes, drink more hot water."

"Thank you."

After Xue Xiaoran thanked, Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen got up and left with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

He couldn't suppress it any longer. Was that force breaking through, as if it wanted to destroy his ring itself?

Originally, he planned to use his mental power to suppress the cursed blade, and then purify it after returning to the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, but it is obviously too late in the current situation.

Within a day, the aura of this cursed blade will completely destroy this ring, and the cold energy emitted may even hurt Xue Xiaoran.

Sure enough, it was the cursed blade, that aura already made Xue Xiaoran, who possessed the ultimate angel spirit, feel extremely uncomfortable.

Not long after, he returned to the hotel, stepped into his room, and closed the door firmly.

The Bingdi also woke up early and remained active in the sea of ​​consciousness. If she needs to take action, she will do it immediately.

On the table, there was a cursed blade carved with black patterns. In the black, there seemed to be a hint of scarlet, as if this blade had eaten blood.

"Sure enough, the power of evil."

Xue Xiaoran murmured, looking at the Soul Devouring Blade exuding negative aura and energy, the golden light in her eyes gathered bit by bit.

"Xiaoran, are you going to use the ultimate angel spirit?"

"Well, use Paradise Lost to purify all the negative energy in this dagger, and adjust it to the extent that I can use it."

Xue Xiaoran said so, and took off her shirt.

"You, what are you taking off!"

The Bingdi covered her eyes and said coquettishly, but the strong body had already been deeply reflected in her mind.

"Don't take off your clothes, what should you do when the wings grow out in a while?"

Xue Xiaoran said speechlessly, why was the Bingdi so startled.

"Okay...Okay, I got it, you should purify it quickly."

The Ice Emperor seemed to be shy, and urged in the sea of ​​consciousness, shaking his hands.

"Well, it's started."

Xue Xiaoran's body is not too thick or tall, but the muscles are evenly distributed on his body, which makes him extraordinarily attractive.

At this time, his beautiful icy hair gradually turned into silver hair, and his green pupils were completely replaced by a pair of golden pupils.

If the usual Xue Xiaoran's aura is breezy and unrestrained, then now it is full of an absolutely awe-inspiring sense of holiness.

It was as if he had a sense of mission in him.

Six pure white wings grew out from his back, and the wings were slightly retracted, surrounding him and the soul-devouring blade.

"Purify."

He held out a hand, and a soft white light quickly surged from that right hand.

The Devouring Blade floated up, as if attracted by something.

"Unwilling, Wraith?"

Xue Xiaoran's golden pupils blinked slowly, and he saw that there was a ray of resentment left by every master in his lifetime on this knife.

Using a carving knife is also overdrawing one's life. . .. . .

Xue Xiaoran sighed, the white light softly enveloped the Devouring Blade.

The original black pattern gradually disappeared as if it had faded.

At the same time, there were bloodstains on the carving knife floating in the air.

"This knife has absorbed too many lives."

Looking at the black mist on the knife that seemed to be fighting against the purifying light, the Bing Empress said in shock.

"That's why it's called the Devouring Blade..."

Xue Xiaoran murmured, "If this knife is used by its owner, one person will die. For a long time, this knife has absorbed too many lives, and these lives have become resentful spirits, and turned into the purest curse. Power."

"If this carving knife is photographed in the hands of those evil soul masters, then they will be able to absorb the power of the curse and use it for themselves."

The Bingdi breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Hearing what you said, it's really a blessing that there were no evil soul masters in the auction that day."

"Well, it's good if you don't get caught."

Xue Xiaoran chuckled, and the soft light in her hand became more and more intense.

"Ice Emperor, help me."

At this time, his mental power is running at high speed, urging his final angel. With the help of the Ice Empress, the effect will be even better, and a lot of time can be saved.

"it is good."

Bingdi also knows when to be joking and when to be serious. Hearing Xue Xiaoran's words, he knew that this cursed blade was still a bit reluctant for the current Xue Xiaoran to purify alone, so he immediately agreed and crossed his knees in the sea of ​​consciousness. Sit down and channel your spiritual power.

Xue Xiaoran felt her mental power cool down, and knowing that the Bingdi had begun to assist, he raised the other palm and stuck the black ominous blade on it.

Under the joint attack of Xue Xiaoran and Bingdi, the dark and ominous power of the curse became thinner and thinner. From the original thickness, it gradually turned into a faint black mist.

And the soul-devouring fierce blade that was originally pitch-black also radiated a jewel-like brilliance.

This shows that the original material used in this carving knife is not low.

Xue Xiaoran suddenly felt something, he finally discovered the source of that evil thought.

"So that's it. Is it the evil soul master who created this Soul Devouring Blade back then?"

At this time, his golden pupils reflected a metallic luster, which was the coercion from the top angel Wuhun.

"Whether it is evil or justice, it will be purified in Paradise Lost."

That is the power of purification without attributes, the nihilistic power that disappears all forms of energy attacks.

A ferocious face unexpectedly formed in the air, making a gesture of crazily roaring, as if fighting against Xue Xiaoran's purification power.

"A mere wisp of remnant soul, is that you?" Xue Xiaoran showed a cold smile, straightened her right palm, and slashed out obliquely with the palm, the golden light was wanton.

His sacred sense of compassion for heaven and man was gone, and his aura became sharper.

"kill!"

Xue Xiaoran gave a soft drink, and the golden palm instantly pierced through the roaring remnant soul.

(End of this chapter)