Chapter 13891 Take Me There

Chapter 13891 Take me back
As Liu Che finished his words, bloody ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of his soul, as if a huge rock was thrown into a calm pool of stagnant water. The ripples spread layer by layer, carrying a mysterious and dangerous aura.

Alarm bells rang in Ling Xiao's heart, as if a string was instantly tightened.

He knew very well that the remnant soul in front of him was no ordinary creature. Even if only a wisp of soul was left, it still possessed unfathomable power and the ability to see into people's hearts.

However, he forced a smile on his face, trying to hide his inner nervousness: "Senior, you are joking. I am just a nameless junior in the martial arts world. How can I have any terrifying strength, let alone possessing a treasure. I am just lucky and picked up some scraps of copper and iron."

He deliberately spoke in a casual and light-hearted manner in an attempt to get away with it.

Before he could finish his words, Liu Che's soul suddenly swelled up, and dark mist surged out from his body, like an angry beast with bared fangs and claws.

Blood-colored runes were surging in the mist, each of which was engraved with an ancient and mysterious aura, as if it was a curse from ancient times.

Those runes flashed with strange light, as if containing endless power, making people afraid.

"No need to hide it! The Demon Sea is about to revive. Does the Dazhen Dynasty have any strong people in the Great Sun Realm now?" Liu Che's soul voice suddenly rose, with unquestionable majesty.

The voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting Ling Xiao's heart hard, making him feel unprecedented pressure.

Seeing Ling Xiao slowly shaking his head, Liu Che, who was trapped in the body of a remnant soul, suddenly let out a strange laugh.

The laughter echoed over the silent square, sharp and piercing, as if it was a roar from the depths of hell, or the desperate roar of a trapped beast before death.

Amid the laughter, emotions of madness and unwillingness spread wildly like a surging tide, and every note was like a sharp blade, cutting through this depressing space.

"Alas, in this case, who can protect the Dazhen Dynasty..." Liu Che's soul trembled violently in the blood-colored mist, and his voice was full of sadness and helplessness. "Think about how glorious our Dazhen Dynasty was in the past, and how powerful it was, but now it has fallen to such a state. It's a pity that only a remnant of my soul is left. I have great ambitions, but I can't do anything. My friend, can you bring my remnant of my soul back to the Dazhen Dynasty and give it to the current emperor? Although I am dead, there is still some attachment to the dynasty and the desire to protect it in my remnant of my soul. Perhaps I can still do my last bit of work for the dynasty."

There was a hint of pleading in his voice. The majesty he once possessed as Emperor Wu had now been worn away by the years and helplessness, leaving only a deep concern for the dynasty.

"Of course." Ling Xiao nodded decisively without any hesitation.

This was indeed not a difficult thing for him.

In his heart, the dispute between the Dazhen Dynasty and the Demon Sea is closely related to him. Now, being able to help the remnant soul of the Emperor Wu who once protected the dynasty is also a kind of responsibility and obligation.

Moreover, he also wanted to take this opportunity to gain a deeper understanding of the thousand-year-old feud between the Dazhen Dynasty and the Demon Sea, so as to prepare for the future fight against the Demon Sea.

"Thank you!" Liu Che's soul was slightly shaken, and the blood-colored mist seemed to become softer because of this thank you.

Then, he turned into a dazzling red light and shot towards Ling Xiao like a meteor.

Ling Xiao was not in a hurry. He circulated the spiritual power in his body to open the entrance to the magic needle space. The red light instantly sank into it and disappeared.

Ling Xiao did not completely believe in the former Emperor Wu of the Dazhen Dynasty.

After all, after a thousand years, people's hearts are easily changed, let alone when there is only a remnant soul left.

But even if the other party has bad intentions, there are the Demon King and the Green Spirit in the magic needle space.

The Demon Spirit King was a powerful being that once terrorized one side, with unfathomable strength and ruthless and decisive methods; the Green Spirit was meticulous and good at understanding people's hearts. With the two of them in charge, Liu Che's residual soul could not cause any trouble in the magic needle space.

"Collect!" Ling Xiao cast his gaze towards the twelve corpses imprisoned by chains, thinking to himself that if he could bring the remains of these ancestors back to the dynasty, perhaps he would be able to find a way to break the chains in the future, allowing them to see the light of day again and provide more help to the dynasty.

He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something, trying to put the twelve corpses into the magic needle space.

However, an invisible force was like an indestructible wall, bouncing back the spiritual power he released.

Just as Liu Che said, the chains on it are extraordinary. Each chain exudes a mysterious and powerful aura, as if it contains the supreme laws between heaven and earth. I am afraid that only a strong person in the Great Sun Realm can destroy it.

"Forget it. I'll have to bear with you for a while. Later, I will rescue you as soon as possible!" Ling Xiao looked at the twelve corpses, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

He knew very well that his current strength was still insufficient to break the powerful chains, but as long as he continued to practice hard and improve his strength, one day he would be able to solve this thousand-year-old mystery and let these ancestors rest in peace.

After saying this, Ling Xiao no longer hesitated, turned around and was about to leave.

His steps were light but swift, and every step seemed to be in the void. In an instant he had walked several feet away.

However, he did not notice that the moment he turned around, a dark shadow followed him quietly like a ghost.

The black shadow was close to the ground, and its movements were as light as a fallen leaf. It almost blended into his own shadow, without making any sound or leaking any breath.

It was like a ghost hidden in the darkness, following Ling Xiao silently, waiting for the best opportunity to attack.

Suddenly, the black shadow took advantage of Ling Xiao's full attention being focused on the faint sound of horse hooves coming from afar. The sound of horse hooves was dull and rapid, as if a large number of warriors were galloping towards this side, and the situation became extremely tense in an instant.

The black shadow suddenly pounced on the back of Ling Xiao's head like a black lightning.

Its speed was extremely fast, and it had already approached Ling Xiao in the blink of an eye. Its sharp claws flashed with cold light, as if it would pierce Ling Xiao's head in the next second...

In that flash of lightning, a cold and eerie black light flashed by like a meteor across the night sky at lightning speed.

In an instant, Ling Xiao felt as if the back of his head was hit hard by a giant hammer falling from the sky. The impact force instantly penetrated his skin and flesh and reached deep into his soul.

The severe pain came like a raging tide, as if ten thousand steel needles were piercing into his soul sea at the same time, each one carrying endless chill and stinging pain, causing him to groan involuntarily and his body to tremble slightly.

Under the attack of this severe pain, Ling Xiao's consciousness became dazed for a moment, and a series of broken and tragic memory scenes emerged before his eyes.

The picture shows a battlefield with blood flowing like a river. The blood is flowing freely on the ground like a gurgling stream, gathering into shocking pools of blood.