Chapter 13647 Blood Spirit

Ling Xiao looked at the attack with disdain, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile. He raised his hand to block it calmly. In his opinion, Mo Zhi's attack was nothing more than that. However, the next moment, the situation suddenly changed.

The venomous snake that seemed to be attacking normally actually changed direction the moment it approached Ling Xiao, and bit Ling Xiao's neck at an extremely tricky angle. This sudden change made Ling Xiao's face instantly show a look of fear.

Ling Xiao looked at Mo Zhi in horror, his lips trembling as he spoke incoherently, "You...you..." He never expected that this attack would contain such a strange change. Before he could finish his words, his body fell backwards uncontrollably, and with a "thump", he fell heavily to the ground. Blood gushed out from the wound on his neck, and soon covered the ground, staining the surrounding land red.

"Hahahaha!" Mozhi burst into laughter upon seeing this, his laughter full of pride and arrogance. He put his hands on his hips, looked down at Ling Xiao, and said arrogantly: "No matter how cunning you are, you will still die in my hands." In his eyes, Ling Xiao was already a dead man, and he had already won this fight.

As he spoke, in order to ensure that there was no mistake, Mozhi launched several attacks in succession. Black rays of light rained down on Ling Xiao's body, blasting the surrounding ground into pits. After confirming that Ling Xiao was completely dead, and even the storage ring fell off Ling Xiao's finger, Mozhi walked over with confidence, ready to pick up the storage ring and reap the "fruits" of this victory.

However, just when he came near Ling Xiao's body, a powerful energy wave suddenly came. Ling Xiao, who was supposed to be dead, unexpectedly appeared from the void. His eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, and the long sword in his hand flashed with a cold light. Ling Xiao slashed Mo Zhi's neck without hesitation. This sword contained all his anger and strength, and the speed was so fast that Mo Zhi had no time to react.

With a "crack", Ling Xiao chopped off Mo Zhi's head, which rolled to the side. Although Mo Zhi's body was not completely dead and was still twitching slightly, it had completely lost the ability to escape.

He stared at Ling Xiao with eyes wide open, full of disbelief. He couldn't understand why Ling Xiao, who was clearly dead, suddenly resurrected and gave him such a fatal blow. At this moment, his heart was filled with regret and unwillingness, but he could only helplessly wait for death to come.

"Haha, this blood spirit clone is really useful." Ling Xiao raised a cold smile and said coldly. There was a hint of teasing in his eyes, as if he was laughing at Mo Zhi's stupidity. At this moment, he was standing in this messy place, surrounded by a bloody atmosphere, but he seemed particularly calm and composed.

Blood Spirit Clone is an extremely mysterious and powerful secret technique passed down to him by the Demon Spirit King. This secret technique is amazing, it can transform a corpse into its own blood spirit clone.

This is no ordinary clone. Although the combat power of the transformed blood spirit clone will not exceed that of the original body, it has unique advantages. It can be used as cannon fodder to confuse the enemy, and the effect is simply perfect.

After all, the Blood Spirit clone is fundamentally different from an ordinary clone. This thing really bleeds, and both its appearance and reaction after being injured are exactly the same as a real person. It is difficult for the enemy to distinguish the real from the fake.

The reason why he used the Blood Spirit clone to confuse Mo Zhi was not because he was inferior to Mo Zhi in strength. Ling Xiao's true strength was far beyond the easy guessing of Mo Zhi. He did this for a deeper consideration.

He knew that a shrewd man like Mozhi would definitely have some escape tricks. If he acted rashly and failed to kill him in one blow, and Mozhi escaped, it would be a big trouble. With Mozhi's insidiousness and cunningness, once he escaped, it would definitely bring endless troubles.

Now, with the help of the Blood Spirit clone, he successfully confused Mo Zhi, and with his unexpected fatal attack, Mo Zhi no longer had any hope of escaping. Ling Xiao looked at Mo Zhi, who was lying on the ground and dying, without a trace of pity in his heart.

"You cunning little thief, I never thought that after all my scheming, I still fell into your trap. Damn it, damn it!" Mozhi lay on the ground, his voice full of endless regret and anger. His eyes were wide open, full of resentment and resentment, staring at Ling Xiao, as if he wanted to cut Ling Xiao into pieces with his eyes.

"Sorry, the more you plot, the more flaws you will have! Since you have betrayed the Mo Tower, death is your best destination! You must be a spy of the Zhaixing Tower, right?" Ling Xiao looked cold and asked indifferently as he looked at Mo Zhi, whose life force was fading madly. His voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, without a trace of warmth, and every word was like a sharp blade, fiercely piercing Mo Zhi's heart.

"That's right. If you kill me today, you will be killed by the Zhaixing Tower tomorrow. The master of the Zhaixing Tower is an existence that even the Holy Hall fears. I'm waiting for you downstairs, hahahaha..." Although Mozhi's body had suffered serious injuries, he was still unyielding.

He laughed loudly, trying to threaten Ling Xiao with the name of Zhaixing Tower, but his laughter was full of despair and helplessness. He seemed to want to regain some of his last dignity through words, but the laughter echoed in this empty place, and it seemed extremely desolate.

But his laughter stopped abruptly, because Ling Xiao used his skills without hesitation the next moment, and a powerful suction force burst out from Ling Xiao, instantly enveloping Mo Zhi.

The essence of Mozhi's blood and qi surged towards Lingxiao like a tide, and even some of his memories were swallowed up by Lingxiao. In the face of this powerful force, Mozhi was completely powerless to resist, and could only watch his life being taken away bit by bit, and finally completely disappear from this world.

"Not enough... The energy is still too little, less than 30% has been accumulated, and it is still a long way to break through to the next realm." Ling Xiao frowned slightly, shook his head slowly, and a trace of solemnity and unwillingness appeared on his face. He stood quietly in place, feeling the flow of energy in his body, and the eagerness to break through surged in his heart.

After swallowing the essence of Mozhi's blood and qi, although his own energy increased, there was still a big gap from the breakthrough he expected. This made him realize that the road of cultivation is long, and every step is full of hardships and challenges.

Ling Xiao shook his head. Although there was no possibility of a breakthrough in his cultivation for the time being, he still got some interesting information from Mozhi's memory.