Chapter 13438 I can help you

The phantom of the Demon King hurriedly explained: "Don't be so fierce, Ling Xiao, I just said that in the Demon Sect, the Demon General is a special existence.

The reason why they are called immortal is not because of their own strength, but because they have a close connection with the Demon Lord. As long as the Demon Lord is not dead, they can use the power of the Demon Lord to achieve immortality to a certain extent.

Of course, this is not absolute, but compared to other demon cultivators, they do have a stronger vitality. "

There was a hint of urgency and fear in the words of the Demon King. He obviously didn't want to dwell on this issue with Ling Xiao for too long. After all, Ling Xiao's anger had already reached its peak at this moment. If he wasn't careful, it could lead to a disaster that couldn't be rectified.

Hearing this, the anger in Ling Xiao's eyes subsided a little, but he still gritted his teeth and said in a low and firm voice: "I don't have the strength of the Demon Lord, and I can't use his power to achieve immortality."

"No additional conditions are required!" The phantom of the Demon King spoke with a hint of unquestionable confidence. He slowly said:

"Ling Xiao, you only need to help me fully recover, and I will be able to carefully create an immortal spirit for each of your thirteen demon generals. This spirit will serve as their true body and will permanently reside in this mysterious space.

What they show to the outside world is nothing more than their demonic bodies, which are the embodiment of their fighting and sacrifice. Once the demonic body dies in battle, the spirit body will be damaged, but it will never truly perish. "

The phantom of the Demon King paused for a moment, as if observing Ling Xiao's reaction, and then added:

"Of course, the premise of all this is that these spirits are closely connected to your soul. In other words, your life and death will be directly related to the survival of these spirits. If you unfortunately encounter an accident and your soul is annihilated, then these spirits will also dissipate and cease to exist."

When Ling Xiao heard this, a look of shock and excitement that was hard to conceal flashed in his eyes, and his breathing involuntarily became rapid, as if he had just heard of a miracle that could change everything.

"You mean... they, my brothers, still have a chance to be resurrected? Even after the destruction of their demonic bodies, their spirits can still remain, waiting for some form of rebirth?" Ling Xiao's voice trembled slightly, and every word revealed his deep concern and reluctance for his brothers.

"It can't be called a true resurrection, Ling Xiao, you have to thank this magical needle."

The phantom of the Demon King spoke with a hint of emotion. He explained, "It is this magic needle that has locked the souls of your brothers with its unique power, allowing them to transform into spirit forms. Otherwise, once the souls dissipate into the invisible, they will be completely finished and can never be saved."

There was a deep light in the eyes of the Demon King Phantom, as if emphasizing the extraordinary nature of the magic needle: "In short, in one word, if you can help me recover completely as soon as possible, I have the confidence and the means to revive your brothers in a brand new form."

Ling Xiao's eyes were fixed on the face of the Demon King's phantom, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions. He was not sure whether the Demon King's words were completely credible, but in this desperate moment, he was willing to hold on to even a glimmer of hope.

"You better not lie to me, Demon King!" Ling Xiao's voice was deep and powerful, and every word revealed his warning and expectation to the Demon King. He knew very well that if the Demon King was deceiving him, the consequences would be disastrous.

However, whether it was true or not, Ling Xiao had already made up his mind.

He slowly placed the bodies of the six deceased demon generals into the magic needle space.

This space seemed to possess a magical power that could prevent corpses from rotting, and even, through the tempering of demonic energy, make their bodies tougher and stronger when they were resurrected in the future.

Ling Xiao looked at the corpses lying quietly in the magic needle space and prayed silently in his heart: "Brothers, wait for me, I will definitely let you stand on this land again and fight side by side with me."

After making all these arrangements, Ling Xiao was still in a heavy mood. He took a deep breath and left the magic needle space again, as if he had returned to reality from a dream.

"Son, are you okay?" Jiang Xiruo saw Ling Xiao coming out of his contemplation and hurried over to him, her eyes full of concern and worry. She gently placed her hand on Ling Xiao's shoulder, trying to comfort him.

Ling Xiao looked up at his mother and forced a smile, trying to make himself look more relaxed. "Don't worry, Mom. I'm fine."

Although he knew that the Six Demons might be resurrected, it was just a possibility after all, and he couldn't be happy now.

Jiang Xiruo felt mixed emotions when she heard this. She gently patted the back of Ling Xiao's hand and said softly, "Son, I know what you are thinking. But no matter what, you must be strong, because you are the hope of the Ling family."

At this moment, Jiang Xiruo suddenly changed the subject and said, "Son, is your father's soul still with you? Give him to me, I want to take him to his hometown." There was a barely perceptible determination and sadness in her eyes.

Ling Xiao was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He had never thought that his mother would make such a request, and he didn't know where his father's hometown was. "My father's hometown? Isn't he from Northern Xinjiang?" He asked doubtfully, his eyes full of confusion.

Jiang Xiruo sighed softly, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

She explained slowly, "He is, and he isn't. He has lived in the Northern Frontier for hundreds of years and has deep feelings for this place. But he is indeed an outsider, an adopted son of the Ling family. It is precisely because of this identity that after he became the head of the family, some people were dissatisfied and plotted against him."

Speaking of this, Jiang Xiruo's voice was a little choked up, as if she was recalling the dusty past, the tragic story about her husband's identity and fate.

"But... my father's soul is not stable enough right now, is it really okay to do this?" Ling Xiao frowned, his eyes full of worry. He knew very well that the soul's state was fragile and delicate, and the slightest mistake could lead to irreversible consequences.

Jiang Xiruo gently patted the back of Ling Xiao's hand, conveying firmness and comfort with her eyes.

"Don't worry, child. I have a treasure that is specifically for storing souls. Moreover, your father's hometown is an extremely powerful place, with many magical means that are difficult for us to imagine. They must have a way to resurrect him." As she spoke, she slowly took out a talisman that was flickering with a faint light from her arms.