Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

"My lord! What my ghost clan cultivates is the way of the soul. If the soul is kept intact, it is possible to seize the body, and it is even possible to reshape the body with secret magic and immortality. But... there is only a wisp of soul consciousness left, this wisp of soul Consciousness will eventually dissipate with time.”

"Will it disappear in the end?"

Ling Xiao shook his head, "I don't believe it."

"Ok?"

Gui Wupo's expression froze, but he didn't dare to say more.

Lord, are you questioning my professional standards?

This soul consciousness is originally transformed by remnant thoughts, and generally the strong fall, mostly because of obsession to transform a wisp of soul consciousness into immortality.

But this strand of soul consciousness is not the source of the soul, it cannot be cultivated, and it is even very different from the remnant soul.

Remnant soul, as the name suggests, is a shattered soul that escaped by luck.

But the soul consciousness is completely destroyed by the soul, and it is transformed by obsession and thoughts.

In other words, the remnant soul can still be nourished and repaired. Although the process is difficult, there is still a glimmer of hope.

And obsession... poof.

My lord, if it wasn't for my fear of death, I... would have ridiculed you a few words.

"Oh? I don't know what advice the Lord has?"

Gui Wupo was disdainful in his heart, but his tone became more humble.

Ling Xiao is so aggressive, with deep scheming and no way of guessing.

Since he longed to return to the upper realm and waited for the opportunity, he must not show a trace of disobedience at this time.

"I see the scriptures of Yan Luo, which can swallow other people's souls to practice. Do you think this soul consciousness can practice this scriptures and become immortal?"

Ling Xiao seemed to be asking Gui Wupo, but in the end, he was just asking himself.

Xiong Huan is loyal, and the sun and the moon can learn from each other.

Especially in the ancestral land of the crocodile that day, Ling Xiao was a little moved by the awe shown by the former demon general.

What's more, with his strength, once he walks out of this world and is not suppressed by the law of heaven, his combat power will definitely be stronger.

In this way, how could Ling Xiao have the heart to abandon a loyal and capable subordinate so easily?

What Gui Wupo said is right, soul consciousness will eventually dissipate.

Especially now, Xiong Huan has been waiting for the return of the demon.

Presumably the obsession in his heart will be weakened because of this, and it may be difficult to last for three years.

And Ling Xiao's current soul state has entered the ninth rank, and he is already the strongest under the shackles of this world.

Therefore, the thousands of remnant souls in the Soul-thirsty Ghost Orb are not of much use to him now, so why not... hand them over to Xiong Huan?

"My lord, although you are extremely talented, you are a human being and not a ghost after all. I can tell you very clearly that even if you have cultivated the sacred scriptures of our clan, you cannot devour the soul for cultivation."

Gui Wupo sighed lightly, as if a little disappointed.

"That's right, the soul consciousness cannot devour the soul, but... you can."

A smile suddenly rose from the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth, and Gui Wupo's expression froze almost instantly.

I can?Of course I can!I am very good!

But, it's none of my business?

Could it be that the Lord is planning to tell me to take someone away and return to my body?

"My lord!!! Wupo must do his best to help you!!"

"No, what I mean is that the soul-thirsty ghost bead can devour the soul. If I place this bead in the body where the soul consciousness is, it will be able to devour the soul continuously. You can erase the distracting thoughts in these souls. Turning it into the purest soul power, and then nourishing the soul consciousness with it, wouldn't it be possible to keep this strand of soul consciousness immortal?"

Hearing this, Gui Wupo froze in place for an instant.

What he said makes sense.

It feels like...a leaky cup that will sooner or later drain the tea.

However, as long as water is continuously poured into this leaky cup, won't this cup...will always be full?

Suddenly, Gui Wupo felt a chill in his heart.

In front of his eyes, there seemed to be piles of corpses, a sea of ​​blood surging, and a strong bloody aura rushing towards his face. Even with his ghostly heart, he felt inexplicable fear at this moment.

For a ray of soul consciousness, kill hundreds of millions of living beings.

This young man has such a terrifying heart.

The most important thing is that this kind of killing can never stop, otherwise that wisp of soul consciousness will eventually dissipate.

"Xiong Huan."

Ling Xiao smiled softly, grinned in black, and looked out of this world.

At this time, there was no trace of magic coming out of him.

But he was standing there, but he was like a nine-day demon, domineering and an enemy of the world.

Who said demons are ruthless?I think this Ling Xiao is very affectionate!

Young master, you are righteous!

But, it seems that I... just a living being in his eyes?

Is it the kind that can be slaughtered at will?

Oops! !

It feels like it's getting cold! !

Chapter 803, Safe

"Lord."

Xiong Huan's figure descended from the sky and stood quietly in front of Ling Xiao.

In the domain, Ling Xiao's soul has countless strands of consciousness, and wherever he thinks, he is the majestic power of heaven.

"This bead, you refine and fuse it, and place it in the sea of ​​souls."

Ling Xiao didn't say much, and directly handed the Soul-thirsty Ghost Bead into Xiong Huan's hands, "There is also this technique, you can visualize and practice."

As the words fell, Xiong Huan only felt that there seemed to be a soul light overflowing from the sea of ​​souls, which turned into thousands of runes, which were precisely the classics inherited from the ghost clan, the sacred scriptures of Xuanyin and Yama.

Although with Xiong Huan's current situation, it is difficult to devour the soul through exercises.

But the ghost bead is fine, as long as the soul enters the bead, and as the owner of the bead, he can use the soul power in it to cultivate.

Even if this kind of practice can't restore Xiong Huan's vitality, but at least...he won't fall completely because of his obsession.

Walking dead, although it is a tragic word, but for Xiong Huan, it is a kind of luck.

Finally, he was able to follow the Heavenly Demon again and conquer the Nine Heavens!

As for Gui Wupo, the reason why Ling Xiao never annihilated his divine consciousness was because he wanted to use his identity to conspire against the ghost clan.

Ling Xiao is good at disguising his identity and impersonating others, but the ghost race... really can't pretend.

After all, we are full of vigor and vitality, and the peak of our energy is visible to the naked eye. How can we pretend to be like Gui Wupo?

Of course, as long as Xiong Huan refines the ghost bead with magic, this ghost can only submit obediently. A mere soul has nothing to do except move its mouth.

"Master..."

Xiong Huan was obviously hesitant, he could naturally feel the power of the ghost bead.

Even the terrifying soul power fluctuating in it is even more shocking and mouth-watering.

In other words, for those who have practiced this Yan Luo classic, this ghost bead is the good fortune of heaven.

But, the Lord gave it to me like this?

Suddenly, Xiong Huan's eyes seemed to tremble slightly.

For hundreds of years, except for the moment when he saw Ling Xiao, there was no wave in his heart.

Awe is real, indifference is fake.

1000 years ago, when I saw you beheading an immortal, I knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.

But you told me that the devil has no tears.

So, I cultivated my arrogance, lost my lust, and devoted myself to cutting down the sky.

But today, inexplicably, the devil's heart was broken.

From now on, I will not fight for the devil, only for you.

"Thank you Lord!"

Xiong Huan knelt down on one knee, unable to get up for a long time.

When he looked up again, there was no peerless black dress in front of him.

In the land of southern Xinjiang, there are hundreds of thousands of mountains.

Among the undulating mountains, there are forests of spirit trees and clusters of fairy rhymes.

If it weren't for the fact that this place is adjacent to the sea and where demons are rampant, it would really be a treasured place for cultivation.

At this time Ling Xiao stood in front of a barren mountain, looking into the sky.

Everything in the domain is stable, everyone is retreating, and there is a thriving scene, but he doesn't need to worry about it.

Feng Ruge, to Ling Xiao, is not just an interesting soul with the same origin.

Her poisonous body is a deterrent.

And her scheming skills are top notch in this world.

What's more, this Daughter of Destiny has always thought that she is a set of villains, a group of dogs.

Therefore, she can't make chaos, but she can urge everyone to move forward.

The villain, wherever he goes, thousands of servants follow.

But in the end, why was he still trampled under by the fate and became a stepping stone on the way to immortality?

Too big, arrogant?

In the final analysis, it is not because of insufficient strength.

I take the destiny as my servant, the strong as my slave, and the righteousness of the world, the way of heaven...what can I do?

"Xiao Poor."

With a thought in Ling Xiao's mind, Xiao Poor's figure stepped out of the realm and appeared above the void.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

At this time, he was dressed in a black robe, dotted with red clouds, his face was covered with a ghostly face, and he let out a strange laugh.

If it wasn't for his good luck and that fat face that couldn't be concealed by the ghost's face, Ling Xiao would have thought... another great demon had come to the world in southern Xinjiang.

"Snapped!"

However, the moment Xiao Po's figure fell, Ling Xiao slapped the ghost face completely to pieces.

"You Jie Jie, where is your hammer?"

Gan!

I, Ling Xiao, the light of the righteous way, my righteousness is so thin, what is going on with a golem by my side?

With Xiao Po's way of appearing on the stage and his outfit, he might be seen standing in the crowd without making any moves.

"My lord... it's Miss Ruge... She said that in the future when we Demon Palace powerhouses appear on the stage, we will laugh like this... Said it is to cause oppression to the enemy!"

Xiao Po's face was full of grievances, and he lowered his head, but Ling Xiao sighed softly, "Let's go."

"My lord, where are we going now?"

"Go and meet this great demon from the southern border."

Ling Xiao's eyes were clear, with a faint flicker of coldness.