After entering the book, he played the cannon fodder villain and got out of his way

"come over……"

There was a voice calling him all the time.

"Come find me..."

"Who are you?" Ling Chenxiao asked confusedly.

"Follow your heart and come to me..."

"Who are you? Come out!"

Ling Chenxiao suddenly sat up in shock, his body already wet with sweat.

It was that dream again. In this empty world, a vague voice was calling him.

Who is it?

After the Xianmen Conference ended, Ling Chenxiao had been living in Baicao Peak. Luo Sheng told him that his senior brother had gone out for training and would come to find him when he came back.

It doesn't matter, he can wait.

Uncle Miao was very good to him, and he didn't want to live here for nothing, so he learned some medical skills so that he could help.

But I don't know when it started. Lingchen Xiao often had nightmares.

The content of the nightmare is always the same, but it lasts longer and longer. Sometimes Ling Chenxiao knows it is a nightmare but just can't wake up.

The small bedroom was terrifying. He seemed to be able to hear only his own heartbeat.

In the dream just now, he seemed to see a person.

This was also the first time he saw someone in his dream in so many times, but before he could see clearly, the person disappeared.

The man seemed to be holding a sword in his hand.

Looks familiar, like Blood Abyss...

Thinking of this, Ling Chenxiao got out of bed and took out the Blood Abyss that he had kept in the box.

Ever since his meridians were destroyed, the blood abyss has never returned to his body.

But in his heart, Xueyuan was never his. It was his senior brother's sword and he was just keeping it for safekeeping.

He looked at the blood abyss, and the voice in his mind could not be shaken off even though he had woken up now.

"Who is that person? Why did Naoichi appear in my dream, holding my brother's sword?"

Ling Chenxiao stroked the blood abyss and fell into deep thought.

When he first saw the Blood Abyss, he felt that the Blood Abyss was calling him. Now he dreamed of a man holding the Blood Abyss.

Could it be Li Huachen?

He thought of the founder of Huachen Sect, Li Huachen who had already ascended to heaven, because Xueyuan was originally Li Huachen's sword.

Looking at the current sky, Ling Chenxiao decided not to think about those things anymore.

Just when he was about to put away the Blood Abyss, there was a sudden flash of sword light, Ling Chenxiao's hand was accidentally scratched, and a trace of blood was sucked into the sword.

A barely visible red light flashed through his eyes, and he gently stroked the blood abyss, with a strange smile on his face:

"Xueyuan, my old friend, long time no see."

…………

"Junior Brother Ling? Where are you going?"

A disciple from Baicao Peak looked at Ling Chenxiao carrying Xue Yuan on his back and walking out of Baicao Peak, and asked curiously.

Ling Chenxiao paused, looked back at him, his eyes were as cold as ice.

"I'm just asking because I'm a little worried..."

The disciple got goose bumps when he was looked at.

Ling Chenxiao has lived in Baicao Peak for almost a few months. He is usually a man of few words, and he has become even more silent since that incident. They have hardly spoken to each other.

Ling Chenxiao glanced at him and then looked away, with a smile on his face.

"Return to Wuxiang Peak."

The voice was icy cold.

The disciple was frightened and didn't know why Ling Chenxiao, who was now a useless person without any spiritual power, could scare him.

"It's getting late, Junior Brother Ling, please go early and come back early!"

The disciple quickly replied and turned around to walk towards Baicao Peak. He even regretted talking to Ling Chenxiao.

Ling Chenxiao curled up a strange smile at the corner of his mouth and turned into the darkness.

…………

"You are finally here, Ling Chenxiao..."

In a cave at Qianshou Peak, the Blood Abyss in Ling Chenxiao's hand was dripping with bright red blood.

A huge spirit snake fell in a pool of blood, its body cut into several sections.

Ling Chenxiao wiped the blood off the sword with his sleeve, breathing slightly heavily.

In this body, the meridians are broken and there is not a trace of spiritual power. If it weren't for the Blood Abyss, it might not be possible to kill the spirit snake.

"I'm here to get my own stuff back!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the air and a small blood-red bead was held in his palm.

It was the last magic soul bead that Shen Yibai had never obtained.

"Why is there only so much power? Where is the rest?"

Ling Chenxiao placed the Demon Soul Pearl between his eyebrows, and the pearl unexpectedly merged into his sea of ​​consciousness out of thin air.

Ling Chenxiao closed his eyes and seemed to be enjoying the feeling of fusion.

A thick blood-red mist slowly rose up around his body and was absorbed by him bit by bit.

Even the dead spirit snakes on the ground were completely absorbed by him, leaving only pieces of shriveled snake skin.

He opened his eyes, and they turned a strange black and red. He clenched his fists lightly:

"Ling Mingxiao, it's not enough, you are still too weak!"

"I really don't know how you got yourself into this state, but it doesn't matter. I will help you become stronger, and no one can bully us anymore."

The color in his eyes returned to normal, and he chuckled:

"Thousand Beast Peak is really a great place!"

…………

The next day.

"Master! Master! It's bad! All the spirit beasts raised in the back mountain are dead, and their deaths are very strange!"

The master of Qianshou Peak immediately stood up from his chair after hearing this.

"Take me there quickly!"

When the master of Thousand Beasts Peak arrived at the back mountain, he was dumbfounded.

All the spiritual beasts and ferocious beasts in the entire back mountain were sucked dry, leaving only their skins.

"not good!"

As if he suddenly thought of something, he left his disciples behind and went straight into the snake's cave. The whole cave was filled with the smell of blood.

The spirit snake is dead, and the magic soul bead is gone.

"Little snake~"

The leader of Thousand Beasts Peak wailed, held the shriveled snake head and began to wipe his tears.

His little snake! He had raised it for so many years! Which damn beast had killed his little snake!

It was all my fault for not moving the Demon Soul Orb to another place. I was so smart that I thought others would think that the Demon Soul Orb had been moved long ago and would not have thought that it was still in Thousand Beasts Peak.

"Master, Master!"

As soon as the disciples following behind entered the cave, they saw their master holding a huge, shriveled snake head:

"Master, all the spirit beasts in the entire peak are dead. Should we notify the sect master?"

"Come on, follow me to the main peak to see the sect master!"

The master of Thousand Beasts Peak said this as he picked up the snake head and flew towards the main peak. In one night, he could kill all the spiritual beasts in the Thousand Beasts Peak without anyone noticing.

The way these spiritual beasts died is so strange.

He also stole the last magic soul bead.

Who else could have done this if not the Demonic Cult!

This matter is of great importance, so we should inform the Sect Master immediately.