Chapter 13068 It's you who should kneel down

Ling Xiao knew that the reason why artifacts were called artifacts was because they possessed extraordinary power and spirituality. It was not easy to truly refine them. What he needed to do was not just to drip blood, but more importantly, to establish a deep connection with the sword and make it a part of his body and soul. "Do you think it's easy?" The voice of the Demon Soul King echoed in Ling Xiao's mind, with a bit of depth and seriousness. "If you are not a demon cultivator, and the boiling demon blood does not flow in your body, if you do not have the world-destroying demon needle that can shake the heaven and earth and devour everything as a foundation, if you have not received the supreme recognition and inheritance of the Demon Lord's clone, even if you soak this sword in your boiling blood, it will not respond at all, let alone recognize you as its master." Ling Xiao heard this, and a sense of awe surged in his heart. He knew that what the Demon Soul King said was true. Behind every artifact, there are endless mysteries and conditions. It is not available to those who are destined, and it is not easy to control. He looked at the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand. The ancient sword body seemed to become more mysterious at this moment, as if it was waiting to establish a connection with him that transcended the material and reached the soul. "That makes sense!" Ling Xiao whispered to himself, with a glimmer of enlightenment in his eyes. He realized that dripping blood to recognize the master seemed simple, but in fact it was just a ritual link in the entire refining process, and what really determined everything was the complex and subtle fate and fit between him and the sword. Without hesitation, Ling Xiao took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and then gently bit his fingertips. A drop of blood containing his cultivation and will quietly slipped down and dripped accurately on the tip of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. At that moment, the air seemed to be filled with a faint smell of blood and demonic energy, which made people palpitate and full of expectations. As the blood dripped, the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword seemed to be activated, and suddenly burst out a dazzling black light. The black light contained endless demonic nature and majesty, as if it could devour all light and vitality. The black light swirled and condensed around the sword, and finally turned into a small black beam of light, rushing directly to Ling Xiao's brow. Boom! A deafening roar suddenly erupted from Ling Xiao's body, as if a sleeping dragon awakened, releasing a powerful breath that made people's heart palpitate. This breath was like a violent storm, sweeping across the entire space in an instant, causing the surrounding air to tremble, as if even time had stopped. Under the impact of this force, an illusory figure slowly condensed in front of Ling Xiao. At first it was blurry and difficult to distinguish, but it became clear in an instant. It was a man in black clothes. His figure was upright and majestic, surrounded by a faint black air, revealing a supreme domineering aura, as if he was the master of this world. Demon Lord! This name rang in Ling Xiao's heart, like thunder across the night sky, which shocked him. He knew very well that the man in front of him was the master of the Demon Sect, the strongest man in the Bai Ze Continent in the past, an existence that all cultivators were terrified of. "Why don't you kneel when you see me?" The voice of the Demon Lord was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to hit Ling Xiao's heart like a heavy hammer, making him feel unprecedented pressure. His eyes were like deep black holes, as if he could see into people's hearts and make people unable to look directly at him. However, facing the majesty of the Demon Lord, Ling Xiao did not retreat at all. He straightened his back, looked at the Demon Lord with a firm gaze, and asked back: "Why do you kneel?" These four words, although short but powerful, revealed Ling Xiao's unyielding and stubbornness. He knew very well that as a disciple of the Demon Sect, he should respect the Demon Lord, but respect is not the same as blindly following and kneeling. He has his own dignity and principles, and he is unwilling to lose himself because of his identity or status. "You are a disciple of the Demon Sect, you should kneel when you see me. This is etiquette and rules!" The voice of the Demon Lord sounded again, this time more severe, and the black air all over his body became more dense, as if it would burst out at any time. Ling Xiao felt the powerful pressure emanating from the Demon Lord, but he was not shaken by it. He knew very well that a true strong man is not only powerful in strength, but also in his inner firmness and unyielding. He stood up straight, his eyes were like torches, and he stared at the Demon Lord, as if silently telling his position and beliefs. "You are a loser who ruined the Demon Sect. You should kneel down and apologize to all the disciples of the Demon Sect." Ling Xiao's voice did not tremble at all under the overwhelming pressure of the Demon Lord, but became more firm and powerful. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with an unyielding light. "You actually want me to kneel down for you. It's really ridiculous. You, a sinner of the Demon Sect, where do you get such confidence?" His words were like a sharp blade, piercing the illusory figure of the Demon Lord, as if challenging the bottom line of this former strong man. However, there was no fear on Ling Xiao's face. There was only determination and determination in his eyes, as if he could move forward fearlessly no matter what difficulties and challenges he faced. "Besides, why are you so arrogant in front of me?" Ling Xiao's tone was full of sarcasm. "It's just an illusion, what can you do to me? I won't kneel, what can you do? Come and bite me! Or are you going to take back your Black Sky Sword and stop me from using it? Humph, if that's the case, I want to see whether your illusion is more powerful or my will is more tenacious." "..." The Demon Lord was silent for a long time after hearing this. The illusory figure seemed to tremble slightly under Ling Xiao's gaze, as if it was touched by Ling Xiao's words. The air around them seemed to solidify at this moment, and even time seemed to slow down.

Finally, the Demon Lord broke the silence. He laughed up to the sky, and there was both helplessness and relief in his laughter: "Hahahaha, you are indeed a demon cultivator. Your personality and stubbornness are exactly in line with the way of demon cultivation. You are indeed the most suitable person for demon cultivation. That's right, if you don't kneel, what can I, a phantom, do to you?" However,

The Demon Lord's laughter seemed to hide a trace of imperceptible loss. He continued: "But I am not happy. If you can be more pious and lower your attitude, perhaps I can help you refine the Black Sky Sword faster and make your strength reach a higher level. But now it seems that all this is wishful thinking." At this point, the Demon Lord's voice became a little low, and he shook his head slowly, as if he felt sorry for Ling Xiao's choice. “Oh, since you are so determined, I will comply with your ‘good intentions’ and hand over the Black Sky Sword to the so-called Holy Temple.” Ling Xiao raised his lips with a playful sneer, his eyes flashing with a cunning light, as if he had already seen through the bottom line of the Demon Lord Phantom.