MTL - A Demon’s Path-Chapter 892 The truth of the resurrection

"Boom...Boom..."

As this basketball-sized spar energy ran down to the night magic star, the night magic star rose up a group of large and small purple mushroom clouds.

Every bombardment can always blow up to a hundred or two nights of the Mozu people. They make a scream, and countless or green, or blue blood bursts around.

The nightmare warriors were sent to the Sun and Moon Galaxy. The left-night demons who stayed here have combat power, but they are just ordinary fighters. How can they have enough ability to face so many powerful bombers? Counterattack.

For the night demon, this is a red-naked massacre.

Whether it is the elderly, children, or women of any kind of resistance, they all turned into blood fog under this gunfire.

"what,."

The night demon people made angry and desperate arrogance, they did not understand why their night magic stars would suffer this bad luck.

They are just sunrises on the night magic star every day, ordinary people who have sunsets, these do not know where the armor comes from, why should they be so deceived.

A night demon woman still hugged her son tightly the moment before, and the next moment, she was bombed with her son.

His husband rushed up frantically, and was bombarded by the shells of the shells. His body was blown up in half, leaving only the upper body mourning and crawling on the ground.

"Cruel." Seeing this scene, even watching Ling Xiao, quite a playful smile.

Ling Xiao shrugged his shoulders: "No way, if we don't kill them now, it will be that we have suffered this kind of misfortune in a period of time. There is no cruelty or cruelty."

In exchange for the previous Ling Xiao, he will never shoot against an unarmed person.

However, now he has changed.

After seeing the terrible reproduction and regenerative power of the night magic star family, Ling Xiao was afraid.

The royal powers of the ancient gods and the night demons are not killed. If these guys are turned into those strong ones, then everything that they have to work hard to protect must not be turned into nothing.

Ling Xiao can't believe that when the soul world is over, the soul world will be better.

"Kill it, even if it becomes a murderer, it is better for someone to be killed by others." Ling Xiao walked to the hatch and calmly looked at the nightmare civilians who were slaughtered.

At this moment, Ling Xiao felt like a ruthless big devil, not cold-blooded.

For what is cherished in my heart, how to change my own principles, how to become a magic.

After a day of bombing, the whole night magic star completely turned into a waste star.

On the ground, occasionally some incomplete pieces of the body fell, and you could not see any complete body.

However, compared with the deadness on the ground at this time, the sky above the night magic star is shrouded in an extremely rich and rich source of soul power.

"Ling Wei, **** these forces into your magical space, bring them back, and practice well, you will reach the peak of the seven-purple purple." Lien Chan pointed to the huge cloud of green clouds.

This was originally the purpose of Ling Xiaolai's coming here. He naturally wouldn't be polite with him. He directly applied his own soul-sucking function to copy the magic token and began to absorb this green cloud.

This large cloud, so that Ling Xiao absorbed ten days and ten nights before smoking.

Even the 18 people were accompanied by Ling Xiao, and they waited until Ling Xiao absorbed the soul of these sources, and this took Ling Xiaofei away from the night magic star.

From this day on, in addition to those who are under the control of the Demon Tower, there are no more nights in this universe.

"Well, Ling Xiao, you can go back now." Going back to the tower of the gods and devils in the heavenly continent, even the gentleman smiled gently toward Ling Xiao, and shook hands with Ling Xiao: "Thank you. Your help this time, I hope that you will be able to serve us for the future, and also hold this solar and galaxies for yourself."

"Are you going back to where you came from?" Ling Xiao asked, knowing that these so-called ancient gods came from a distant planet, and they estimated that they were homesick.

Even nodded, and shook his head again: "Actually, our blue planet has been ruined because of the civil war. We are going back now, and at most we only look at it. Then we will continue our interstellar trip."

"Of course, the premise is that we have arranged the things here first." Even the gentle and elegant, it does not seem like a god, it is like a scholar in the secular world: "These things are done by us, you are despite Go back."

"Yeah." Ling Xiao nodded and turned to the Haixing River and said: "The sea predecessors, can you take me back to the time when I left the heavenly world?"

"Oh." There was a sly smile on the face of Haixinghe: "Boy, it seems that you don't know how you lived in the end. It won't be a good time, but you can only do it, although you only have two years left. It’s time, you can go back and look at it, it won’t take you much time.”

"Thank you." Ling Xiao was very solemnly bowed to the old captain: "Let's leave."

The starfish river pointed to the tower of the demon, and looked sullen: "You stupid, will not understand until now, in fact, this tower is a time-space transmission array."

Ling Xiao rolled his eyes and saw that he had only entered the tower of the gods and devils. I don’t know if the function of this tower is completely normal. What is despised?

"Well, don't tease you." Haixing River took out his dinghy and slammed it on the back of Ling Xiao: "Go."

Ling Xiao only felt that his body was not his own, and the body could not help but fly to the top of the tower of the Devil's Tower.

Hey.

Ling Xiao’s body just touched the spire of the tower of the demon, and the black and white heavenly force immediately involved Ling Xiao into it, making Ling Xiao disappear immediately in front of everyone.

"Well, the kid is gone, let's start playing the dice, to decide who stays here as the guardian of the Three Realms." Even the thief looked at the starfish river with a smile, and everyone's eyes on the starfish were quite "no." Good intentions."

The Starfish River also learned howling and shrugged his shoulders: "Forget it, since the kid saw me in later generations, it must be that I lost, not to play, so as not to lose again, I stayed, I will wait for him later. I took over my position and I will go to you."

"Haha, Hai Ge is really loyal." Lian 曦 patted the shoulders of Hai Xinghe, continued the thief smiled: "In this case, the reconstruction work here is also handed over to you, let's go first."

The guys walked away and drove their giant spaceship to the void.

The starfish river looked at the space flying ship that quickly turned into a small spot above the sky, muttering: "Brothers, treasure."

When Ling Xiao opened his eyes the next time, he found himself back to Beibei City.

At this time, Beibei City was exactly the same as Beibei City in its own memory. Even the people living in Beibei City did not change at that time.

Ling Xiao knows where he should go now. In that place, he is familiar and can no longer be familiar with it.

The broken wooden house in Beibei City, that is the "property" that he left for him in Beibei City.

It was there that Ling Xiao met the seven devil ancestors and began the road of the strong soul of his own soul teacher.

If you want to know something, go to the small broken wooden house.

Ling Xiao quickly came to the cabin where he had lived for more than ten years, and he saw his father.

Also, he himself, childhood.

There is a miniature array outside the cabin. Although it is not subtle, it is more than enough to stop the interference of people in the realm of life.

His father, Ling Feng, had white hair and faced his childhood corpse. His tears fell.

"Hey, in order to save your mother, you can only sacrifice you." Ling Feng touched his son's face with his hand, and the tears ticking on the child's body: "Anyway, you are dead." ""

"Hey, this is what I want to do." Ling Xiao looked at his father with curiosity. He knew that he would raise him up.

I saw Ling Feng put his son's body in front of him, and then he took out the magic token on the corpse of Ling Xiao.

"Son, you have already lost your mind. If you want to resurrect you, you can only do this." Ling Feng flashed a glimpse of his eyes, and after taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes.

I saw that Ling Feng separated his soul from his body and integrated it into the magic token.

In an instant, the demon token exudes a faint black and white ray, flickering.

This state lasted for about five minutes, and the two souls flew out of the magic token.

One soul flew back to Ling Feng, and the other soul naturally flew into Ling Xiao's body.

Ling Xiao’s heart was awkward, and he finally understood how he was resurrected.

The soul that just flew into his childhood body was actually the father's separation from his own mind, about the memory of Ling Xiao’s six years old.

In other words, Ling Xiao’s memory is not his own, but his father’s memory.

Ling Feng went to the soul world, and obtained a trace of the immortal soul of the inheritance of the Lord of the Soul from Ling Tiantian, plus Ling Feng’s own memory, through the function of the magic token, processed into a Lingxiao soul.

It can be said that Ling Xiao is just a memory of his father.

"Artificial man, man-made person, haha..." Tears slid down from the corner of the eye.

Even if it was after a lot of big winds and waves, seeing this situation at this time, finally failed to hold back his tears.

There is nothing more crazy about knowing that you are not yourself, but your father's memory.

It’s no wonder that his father’s mastery is clear, and it’s the same.

Over the years, he has never left his father's line of sight. All of his own in these years is his operation.

The death of Xiao Beizhen is the best proof.

"Hey, I am really just your marionette, is it, you just use me as a tool to resurrect the mother, is it, haha..." Ling Xiao laughed, and the laughter was full of enthusiasm. Madness.