Chapter 13128 Whoever stands in the way will be killed
What was even more shocking was that the arm that had endured the old man's full-strength attack was shattered in full view of everyone, turning into broken bones scattered all over the ground.
However, at this seemingly hopeless moment, the Skeleton Giant showed incredible vitality. It let out a deafening roar, the sound was full of pain and indomitable spirit, as if challenging fate.
As the roar sounded, the broken bones around it seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and gathered towards its broken arms.
These broken bones spun and intertwined in the air, and were eventually reconstructed into two intact arms, which were exactly the same as the original ones, and even added a bit of hideousness and power.
This scene shocked everyone present.
The old man's face was extremely ugly. He had never expected that his own puppet would show such terrifying recovery ability at this critical moment. It was more than ten times stronger than its previous strength.
An indescribable anger and frustration surged in his heart, as if fate was playing a huge joke on him.
After the bone giant recovered, without any hesitation or stop, it rushed towards the old man again at an astonishing speed.
Every step it took made the ground tremble slightly, and every swing of its arms caused the surrounding air to fluctuate violently. Its eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if it wanted to completely defeat the old man to prove the value of its existence.
Seeing this, the old man's expression became even uglier.
The recovery ability of this white-bone giant suddenly became so terrifying, more than ten times stronger than before, which was not easy to deal with. He knew very well that he was now firmly entangled by this white-bone giant, and it was impossible for him to get away and chase Ling Xiao.
Soon, the sounds of fierce battle between the white-bone giant and the skeleton old man gradually faded away, isolated by the thick stone walls deep in Huangquan Bulao Mountain. Only faint echoes were left lingering in the empty valley.
After a brief period of dormancy, Ling Xiao's real body finally appeared in front of this ancient and solemn hall.
The main hall stands tall and majestic, as if it is the heart of the Yellow Springs Bulao Mountain. It is surrounded by an indescribable strange black mist. The mist seems to have life, flowing slowly in the night, covering the palace with a mysterious veil.
Ling Xiao's steps were firm and steady, and every step seemed to be a silent struggle with this strange environment. His eyes penetrated the thick fog and looked directly at the gate of the palace. There, perhaps, was the key to solving the mystery in his heart.
However, just as he was about to step into the area shrouded in black fog, several dark shadows appeared silently in front of him.
These dark shadows are like ghosts in the night, blending into the surrounding darkness, making it almost impossible to capture their traces with the naked eye.
But Ling Xiao could clearly feel the powerful soul power emanating from them. It was the unique aura of a strong person in the Tongtian realm, deep and oppressive.
Faced with this sudden threat, Ling Xiao's expression did not change at all, he still remained calm and composed.
The demon god behind him seemed to be given life at this moment, and his huge bloody mouth suddenly opened, releasing a heart-pounding devouring force. This force was so strong that it seemed to be able to devour everything in the world, including these seemingly invisible shadows in front of him.
As the demon devoured madly, the dark shadows began to scream miserably. They struggled hard, trying to escape from this terrible devil's mouth.
But all efforts were in vain. The dark shadows were sucked in one after another and finally disappeared into the darkness, leaving only twisted space cracks to prove their existence.
During the whole process, Ling Xiao did not make any sound or any unnecessary movements. He just stood there quietly, allowing the demon behind him to solve all obstacles for him. His eyes showed both confidence in his strength and indifference to unknown challenges.
"What kind of monster are you!" A figure suddenly appeared in the darkness. His figure was looming in the faint moonlight. It was the Soul Clan warrior who controlled countless black shadows.
His face was distorted, his eyes were full of disbelief and fear, and he was obviously shocked by Ling Xiao's incredible power.
Although this person's cultivation has not reached the legendary Tianhe Realm, he has already reached the peak of the Tongtian Realm, which is enough for him to occupy a place in the Soul Clan.
His skill in controlling the shadows was breathtaking, and each shadow seemed to be an extension of his will, flexible and unpredictable. However, in front of Ling Xiao, who practiced the Heaven Devouring Magic Art, these exquisite methods seemed so pale and powerless.
Facing the questioning of the Soul Clan warriors, there was no fluctuation in Ling Xiao's eyes. He was too lazy to answer any meaningless questions.
He suddenly appeared in front of the warrior like a ghost. The long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, instantly cutting through the night sky and bringing up a dazzling sword light.
With a light "puff" sound, the body of the Soul Clan warrior turned into nothingness under the sword light, leaving only a faint smell of blood in the air and a gradually dissipating black mist.
Ling Xiao didn't stop at all and continued to move forward with firm and powerful steps.
Along the way, he met more than a dozen Soul Clan warriors. These people were either hiding in the dark or showing up in the open. They were all good at soul magic and could control various spirits as a means of attack.
However, in front of Ling Xiao's powerful strength, these soul techniques and spirits seemed so fragile.
In every confrontation, Ling Xiao was the one-sided crusher.
He seemed like an invincible demon god. No matter how the opponent struggled, they could not escape the fate of being killed by him. In his eyes, these Soul Clan warriors were just some obstacles on the road to the hall. No need to say anything, just one sword, they could be easily solved.
As the Soul Clan warriors fell one by one, Ling Xiao's figure became more and more lonely and powerful. He knew that there might be more challenges waiting for him ahead, but he also knew that only by moving forward could he find what he really wanted.
On the Huangquan Bulao Mountain shrouded in weirdness and danger, Ling Xiao is writing his own legend with his own strength.
Although everything is going exceptionally smoothly at the moment, Ling Xiao's expression does not reveal the slightest sign of relaxation or slackness.
He knew very well that the power and secrets hidden behind the ancient and mysterious Huangquan Bulao Mountain were beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Even the high and mighty Empress' Palace and the Mansion of the Supreme Lord chose to avoid its edge and were unwilling to engage in direct conflict with it easily. This was enough to prove its extraordinary nature.
As Ling Xiao approached the palace step by step, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable shock in his heart.
The gate of the palace was tightly closed, covered with dense and intricate holy patterns. These holy patterns seemed to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, and every stroke revealed an ancient and powerful aura.
(End of this chapter)
