Chapter 13612 Swear by the Soul

Chongxuan slowly turned his head and glanced at Mosha calmly, his eyes seemed to be looking at an ignorant child: "Of course I know his plan. However, I have carefully investigated that kid. He is very protective of his shortcomings and loyal to the people he cares about. This time, if he doesn't take action, we will stay put for the time being. If he can take advantage of the chaos to save people, we can take advantage of the chaos to kill the enemy!"

The corners of Chongxuan's mouth slightly lifted up, revealing an imperceptible sneer, as if he had already seen the day when Zhengqitang would collapse and be destroyed under their planning.

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Outside the Zhaixing Tower, the autumn wind was weeping and whistling, carrying a hint of chill. The withered yellow leaves were like butterflies with broken wings, spinning helplessly in the wind, and then fluttering and falling aimlessly on the dry and cracked land.

This desolate land already exudes a desolate atmosphere, and now it is even more desolate and lonely. Luo Jia and his group gathered here again. They stood quietly in the empty wasteland. The air around them seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, solidified and airtight, and a sense of oppression came over them.

After a period of careful nursing, their aura gradually became stronger, and their former fighting power also quietly revived.

As high-level masters of the Bao Yuan Realm, their physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary people, and their recovery ability is even more amazing. Coupled with the help of precious healing pills, the injuries in their bodies healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, their spirit became more and more full, and their bodies exuded the unique fierce momentum of the masters.

"Haha, Luo Jia, are you satisfied now?" A thin man with a stern face sneered in the crowd, and the mocking arc at the corner of his mouth was like a sharp dagger. He hugged his arms tightly in front of his chest, and the dissatisfaction and accusations in his eyes were like sharp blades, stabbing straight at Luo Jia.

"The treasure was taken away by the Holy Envoy of the Holy Temple. We put in so much effort and hard work, but in the end, it was all in vain. How are you going to explain to your master when you return?" The man's words were like cold stones, stirring up layers of chills in this silent wasteland.

Luo Jia's face turned ashen in an instant, like the gloomy sky before a storm.

He stood up suddenly, and his aura suddenly erupted like a volcano. The powerful spiritual power wave spread out from him, causing the surrounding air to vibrate and distort, making a "buzzing" sound. His eyes seemed to be burning with two clusters of blazing flames, and the blazing flames seemed to burn everything in front of him.

"I'm going to kill my way back to Zhengqi Hall!" Luo Jia roared, his voice as deafening as a bell, echoing for a long time in the open wilderness, "No matter what the cost, the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword must be brought back! If you are willing to help me, when I get the sword, I will definitely not keep it for myself, but hand it over directly to the master, and then we will share the reward equally!"

Every word he spoke seemed to be wrapped in endless anger and determination, echoing in the air, making everyone present feel his determination.

"How can I trust you?" A short and stocky man looked suspicious, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a vigilant light flashed in his eyes, like a wild animal that smelled danger. He walked slowly around Luo Jia, looking him up and down, as if he was examining a stranger with bad intentions, "For this kind of thing, empty words won't work."

"I, Lorjia, swear on my soul!" Lorjia looked solemn, with his head held high and his back straight, like a pine tree that would not fall. His voice was firm and loud, and every word seemed to burst out from the depths of his soul. "If I break my oath, my soul will be shattered and I will die without a burial place!"

The soul oath must be engraved into the soul sea. Once violated, the soul will be punished by heaven and there is no redemption. Luo Jia's resolute action is enough to prove that he is completely ignited by anger and has made up his mind.

"But we are no match for the Righteousness Hall and the Holy Envoy." Although everyone believed Luo Jia's oath, when they thought of the terrifying power of the Righteousness Hall and the unfathomable cultivation of the Holy Envoy, they couldn't help but show fear on their faces and said with difficulty.

"That Saint Envoy is an invincible existence in the Bao Yuan Realm, and you, although you are the strongest among us, are only at the peak of the Bao Yuan Realm." Everyone spoke one after another, their words full of worry and hesitation. Although they were unwilling in their hearts, facing such a powerful enemy, they really did not dare to take the step to Zhengqi Hall easily.

Just when everyone was in a stalemate, a strange light suddenly flashed in the sky. That light was like a sharp sword, instantly cutting through the depressing sky.

Then, a mysterious holy pattern of teleportation appeared out of thin air. The runes on the holy pattern flickered, emitting a strange and brilliant light, as if connecting to another mysterious world. Along with the flickering light, a figure slowly stepped out of the holy pattern of teleportation.

"Everyone, now is a chance for you to take revenge." The man put his hands behind his back, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, his expression was calm, as if everything was under his control. His voice was not loud, but it seemed to contain a special magic that was clearly heard by everyone present, "It depends on whether you dare to seize it!"

"Ling Xiao!"

"It turned out to be you!"

"You also know that the treasure was taken away by the Blood Chaser of the Holy Temple?" After Luo Jia and others saw who was coming, they all showed surprise on their faces, their eyes full of confusion and curiosity. They couldn't help but frowned and blurted out a series of questions.

"This kind of thing has spread throughout the entire Zhaixing Tower City like wildfire. Who wouldn't know about it?" Ling Xiao looked calm and composed, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. His tone was as normal as if he was talking about the spring breeze and the morning dew.

He raised his head slightly, looking leisurely into the distance. His eyes were so deep that they seemed to be able to see through all the secrets of the world, as if nothing in this world could escape his eyes.

"Are you planning to use us to help you take back the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword?" Luo Jia's brows were twisted into a knot, and his eyes instantly flashed with vigilance like a cheetah sensing danger.

He took a heavy step forward and crossed his arms over his chest. His broad chest seemed like an indestructible shield, and his whole body naturally exuded a chilling sense of oppression.

He stared at Ling Xiao intently, his sharp eyes like a pair of sharp daggers, as if trying to dig out even the slightest flaw from every subtle expression of Ling Xiao and see through his true thoughts deep in his heart.

In an instant, Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly changed, like a snowstorm that suddenly descended on a cold night, gloomy and cold. His whole body seemed to be covered by a layer of frost from the polar regions, the chill was overflowing, and it made people shudder.