Chapter 14217 Strong Enemy

Chapter 14217 Strong Enemy
puff!
Its body, like a falling meteorite, crashed violently onto the hard and cold surface of the pale bone nest.

In an instant, his already decaying and riddled-with-holes body could no longer withstand the combined destructive force from within and without.

It was like a tattered sac filled with pus and blood being ruthlessly punctured and bursting open with a bang under the enormous impact!
Dark purple filthy blood gushed out like a gushing spring, carrying a pungent, putrid stench, and mingled with broken bone fragments, scattering everywhere.

The filthy blood and broken bones, like evil bullets, shot out in all directions, staining the pale bone nest with a nauseating filth. The once pure white bone nest was now mottled and exuded an aura of death and depravity.

A ghostly green soul, formed from pure death and curse energy, escaped from the shattered wreckage in terror and distortion.

This soul was like a frightened wild beast, frantically fleeing in the darkness. Its shape kept changing, sometimes like a ferocious demon, sometimes like a curled-up baby, emitting sharp and miserable screams.

It tried to merge into the enormous bone nest, as if the bone nest were its last refuge, a sacred place that could save it from fire and water.

"Trying to run?" Nightshade's icy voice was like a death-reaping cry from the deepest hell, carrying an irresistible majesty and ruthlessness.

The sound seemed to penetrate the soul, causing the eerie green soul to tremble.

hum!
A sharp light flashed, and the God-Slaying Sword arrived first despite being behind.

With an even more precise will to devour, it was like an invisible shackle, or a huge and tight net, instantly piercing through the eerie green soul that was trying to escape!

Mysterious and powerful runes flickered on the God-Slaying Sword. These runes seemed to have a life of their own, flowing and flashing on the sword, releasing powerful energy that tightly bound the soul.

"Ugh—!" The soul let out an extremely shrill scream, a sound that seemed to tear one's eardrums apart and sent chills down one's spine.

Its soul was firmly locked by the sword light of the God-Slaying Sword, like a sinner nailed to a cross, unable to break free.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, its soul became thin and dim, and its original rich, dark green gradually faded, replaced by a weak and desperate gray.

Its origins were frantically drained away, like a lake that had been drained, leaving only a dried-up riverbed.

Ling Xiao's figure appeared in front of the soul body as if by teleportation.

He stood tall and straight, like an unshakeable mountain, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

He looked down at the soul that was pierced by the God-Slaying Sword and was struggling in pain. His face was expressionless, and his deep eyes held only a cold indifference, as if the struggling soul was nothing more than the most insignificant speck of dust in the world.

"The wind was too strong just now, I didn't hear you clearly." Ling Xiao's voice was flat and cold, like the cold wind in winter, blowing over the remnant body of the soul, making it shiver.

"You say... who is the lowly blasphemer?" This simple question struck the soul like a heavy hammer, filling it with an unprecedented fear and despair.

Ling Xiao remained calm, his slender fingers gently twirling the object with an elegant and composed gesture, as if he were merely picking up a light feather.

Although the old man was already dead, the storage ring on his finger, still warm, slid smoothly off his finger as if guided by an invisible hand, and slowly slipped into Ling Xiao's wide sleeve.

The moment Ling Xiao held the storage ring, he could clearly feel a faint trace of spiritual energy fluctuations remaining on it, as if it were telling the story of the old man's past.

Then, Ling Xiao slightly raised his head and leisurely cast his gaze toward the enormous round wheel that stood majestically suspended in the sky in the distance.

The wheel was enormous, resembling a mysterious giant city suspended in the air, exuding an awe-inspiring aura of majesty.

On its surface, countless mysterious runes flicker and fade, like stars twinkling in the night sky, or like mysterious incantations recorded in ancient scriptures.

As the runes flickered, an ancient, mysterious power seemed to flow endlessly. That power was profound and vast, as if it contained the chaotic power of the beginning of heaven and earth, making people feel awe.

"This item must be taken away." Ling Xiao's gaze was firm, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable resolve.

This wheel is clearly a rare treasure. If the power contained within it can be used, it will greatly benefit one's cultivation path.

Ling Bi stood to the side, her brows furrowing slightly, a hint of worry on her face. She said softly, "This thing is too big. I'm afraid it will be difficult to take it away."

She knew all too well the size and mystery of this wheel. Such a huge object could not be contained by ordinary storage magic treasures, and taking it away would be no easy task.

Ling Xiao smiled slightly, a smile that was confident and composed, as if all the problems in front of him were nothing more than trivial matters.

He slowly turned his palm over, and in an instant, a huge crack appeared in the void.

The crack resembled a dark maw, exuding a profound and mysterious aura, with its edges shimmering with a ghostly blue light, as if it were an entrance to another world.

This was the entrance to the Demon Needle Space. The moment the crack opened, an indescribable devouring power surged forth, like a raging tide, sweeping towards the giant ship.

Faced with this powerful devouring force, the giant ship began to shake violently, as if being pulled by an invisible hand.

The tremor was like an earthquake, causing ripples in the surrounding air.

Immediately, the giant ship transformed into an incomparably thick, dark torrent, which, like a black dragon, with a world-destroying momentum, plunged into the crack.

In the blink of an eye, the giant ship that had been hovering majestically in the sky disappeared without a trace, leaving only an empty sky.

Even a storage ring might have difficulty taking that thing away, given its limited space and numerous restrictions.

But the Magic Needle Space has no such limitations. It is like an independent little world with endless capacity. Taking away this giant wheel would be a fairly easy thing.

As the wheel closed, Ling Xiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn and leave to explore the other mysteries of this mysterious place.

However, at that moment, a sharp, teeth-grinding tearing sound suddenly came from the space behind them!

The sound was sharp and piercing, as if space itself had been ripped apart by an incredibly sharp blade, sending chills down one's spine.

Ling Xiao frowned suddenly, inwardly realizing that a powerful enemy was approaching.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and slashed horizontally with his sword.

That sword strike was as fast as lightning, its light as sharp as a shattered moon, carrying an extremely fierce sword aura, directly slashing at the source of the crack.