Chapter 13670 Get the Demon King's Secondary Clone

Ling Xiao not only absorbed the essence of Chen Mo's energy, but also, in the process of swallowing, his eyes glowed with a strange light, and he began to grab part of Chen Mo's memory, trying to find out more secrets about the Zhaixing Tower and his arrest.

"Damn it!" Ling Xiao cursed in his heart, his face full of astonishment and anger. "This Zhaixing Tower owner actually wanted me to practice dual cultivation with her? Who the hell is she? Is she an ugly old woman with a scary and disgusting face? Otherwise, why would she use such a despicable method to force me!"

When he thought of this, Ling Xiao felt a chill all over his body, as if millions of ants were crawling on his skin.

He kept shaking his head, trying to get rid of this disgusting thought from his mind. At this moment, in this dangerous Zhaixing Tower, he already knew that he was in a dangerous situation and had to get out of it as soon as possible and not fall into the clutches of the Zhaixing Tower owner.

Ling Xiao raised his eyes and looked around. After confirming that there was no one around, he whispered to the Demon Spirit King in the magic needle space: "Where is that secondary clone? Let's take this opportunity to find it." His voice was low and urgent, with a bit of unquestionable determination.

At this critical moment of life and death, every minute and every second is extremely precious. He urgently needs to use the power of the Demon King's secondary clone to enhance his own strength and deal with the many crises that may be encountered next.

"Over there!" The voice of the Demon King sounded in Ling Xiao's mind, and then a strong demonic energy surged out from the magic needle space.

This evil spirit quickly condensed in the air, turning into a ball of light emitting a strange glow, like a moving star, rushing towards a certain direction. Seeing this, Ling Xiao did not hesitate to catch up. His figure flashed in the dim corridor, leaving only a series of hurried footsteps.

Along the way, warriors from the Star Picking Tower kept rushing over after hearing the noise. Holding sharp blades, with fierce and vigilant eyes, they surrounded Ling Xiao. However, there was no fear in Ling Xiao's eyes, but instead a raging rage.

When he thought that the Zhaixing Tower to which these people belonged was the culprit who killed his senior brother Zhongruo, the murderous intent in his heart surged like a surging tide. "Today is the day for you to pay your blood debt!" Ling Xiao roared, and his figure shuttled through the crowd like a ghost.

Every time he attacked, he did it with overwhelming force, his fists whistled and his palms flew. The warriors of Zhaixing Tower fell down one after another like fragile ants in front of him. Ling Xiao had no mercy at all. In his heart, these people were all unforgivable sinners, and they should be killed without mercy.

Ling Xiao's strength is far different now. Although he still dares not claim to be invincible in this Zhaixing Tower City, except for a few top masters, the rest are no match for him.

His steps were firm and confident, and every step was steady and powerful. Wherever he went, the enemies were defeated. In this way, Ling Xiao killed his way to the place where the Demon King pointed.

What appeared in front of him was a tall and heavy building, with three large characters "Arsenal" engraved on the plaque. This was the armory of Zhaixing Tower, but this armory was just a place for ordinary warriors to choose weapons.

Ling Xiao walked into the armory, his eyes swept over the dazzling array of weapons, but his heart was not moved at all. To him, these ordinary weapons were really of little value and could not catch his eye.

He was wondering why the Demon King's secondary clone would hide in such a place. At this moment, the Demon King's voice sounded again: "That's it!" Ling Xiao looked in the direction the Demon King pointed, and saw an ordinary, inconspicuous long sword lying quietly on the shelf.

Ling Xiao walked forward and picked up the weapon. After a careful inspection, he found that the sword had nothing special except for a faint trace of demonic spirit at the hilt. He took a deep breath and then said directly to the Demon King: "You can extract the secondary clone yourself."

The Demon King responded immediately, and a strong suction force came from the long sword in Ling Xiao's hand. The secondary clone in the sword seemed to sense the danger and began to struggle desperately. The sword body trembled violently and made sharp cries, as if asking for help from the outside world.

However, all this was in vain. The power of the Demon King was too strong, and soon, the struggle gradually subsided. As the last trace of the demon spirit was sucked into the magic needle space, the Demon King successfully swallowed the secondary clone.

"Boy, I will need some time to merge my clones, don't disturb me." The voice of the Demon King sounded in Ling Xiao's mind, with a bit of fatigue and solemnity. Ling Xiao looked up and saw that the demon spirit energy around the Demon King was surging, and the originally clear figure gradually became illusory.

The pair of eyes emitting faint light slowly closed at this moment, and then, like a meteor, they quickly sank into the magic needle space. In a flash, there was no movement at all.

Ling Xiao sighed helplessly, thinking to himself: "This old guy, I originally wanted to rely on him to deal with Zhaixing Tower, now it seems that the plan will fail." He shook his head slightly, a trace of disappointment flashed across his face, but soon, his eyes became firm again. Since he could not rely on the Demon King, he could only rely on his own strength.

Ling Xiao calmed down and looked towards the Black Water Prison. He knew that his senior brother Chongxuan was imprisoned there, and the situation was critical, so he had to rescue Chongxuan as soon as possible.

Having made up his mind, Ling Xiao tapped his feet lightly, and rushed towards the Black Water Prison like a black lightning. Along the way, the dim lights in the corridor flickered, as if foreshadowing the impending crisis.

However, when Ling Xiao arrived at the Black Water Prison, the scene before him instantly made his heart sink to the bottom. The Black Water Prison was filled with a strong bloody smell, and the Blood Spirit Demon Intelligence had lost all its breath. Its huge body collapsed in the corner, without any vitality.

Chongxuan was lying quietly on the ground, having turned into a cold corpse. Ling Xiao slowly walked forward, squatted down, and reached out to gently touch Chongxuan's cheek. The cold touch from his fingertips made his heart ache.

"What a pity." Ling Xiao whispered softly, his voice full of regret and unwillingness. "I wanted to save you and then kill you myself, but now, there is no chance." He slowly stood up, glanced at the hanging body for the last time, and then turned around and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a strong and dangerous aura surged from the entrance of the Black Water Prison like a turbulent undercurrent. Ling Xiao was instantly alert, and his muscles tensed, like a cheetah ready to attack.

He turned around quickly and saw a man in a blood-red robe appearing at the entrance like a ghost.