"Hehe, such a confused continuation and entanglement, if you can calculate how many percent...... The reincarnation of fate reappears again, and the will of heaven will finally be irreversible...... Huh?"

A whisper of emotion echoed all around, its voice was old and decayed, and it was originally full of ethereal and distant meanings. But at the end of the conversation, there was some confusion and surprise, and he immediately fell silent.

A teenager slowly stood up, his face covered in a mixture of blood red and stains, and his expression was speechless. The boy is like midnight, but it is not the same.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head slightly, bleeding without stopping but not caring, looking hideous and terrifying.

Ling Ye stood in place for a moment, and the blood flowing from his head gradually stopped.

Then he turned around with difficulty, and moved towards the little creature who had fallen not far away.

The little one had returned to his young form, and the narrow wound on his abdomen had not changed, except for a new penetrating wound on his left chest, from which a faint beating heart could be faintly seen.

Such a deep and near-death wound, but no blood flowed out, and there were very few traces of blood stains, which looked extremely strange.

A glimmer of hope rose in the young man's eyes, his face moved slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Elder Ling, is there any salvation?"

"Maybe, it depends on its luck. If this little guy is really the remnants of the bloodline of the demon clan, then these injuries are nothing, but it's a pity ......"

Ling Lao also appeared, his expression seemed to recall something, and he muttered, "The talent for manipulating objects, golden skin and iron bones, seriously injured and bloodless, although the strength is too weak, but it is still very similar." ”

"Just maybe?" Ling Ye picked up the little guy gently and carefully, and said angrily, "Couldn't the little guy be the demon clan you said? The boy's tone seemed childish and stubborn.

Not even the words of comfort he was expecting, and Ling Lao's reaction was even more indifferent.

"Hehe, even if you are full of dissatisfaction and resentment, what can you do? Whose fault is this? No matter how naïve and foolish you are, what are you talking about cultivating to become stronger?"

Hearing this, Elder Ling shook his head for a while, and then his expression was indifferent and frosty, and his tone was mean and sharp, and he reprimanded, "As for that clan, it has long been confirmed that it is dead, and there will be no descendants left. ”

Ling Ye was silent for a moment after hearing this, and he was on the verge of collapse and despair. However, looking at the young wolf who still had a trace of breath in his arms, the young man was reluctant to give up.

At this time, he remembered another master, and a glimmer of unrealistic hope suddenly arose in his heart.

Although that man has been playing tricks on himself all along, his ability should also be quite large, and he will definitely have a way!

Midnight was dejected and wanted to leave, but found that he didn't even know how to get out of this hellish place.

He tried his best to calm himself down, and after taking a few deep breaths, he looked at the old man floating in the air again, and said in a sincere and stable tone: "You probably want your disciples to remember the mistakes you made, but this lesson is profound enough, and I will never do it again in the future." The only thing the disciple wants now is to let the little one survive. ”

"What do you think was your biggest mistake?

It's not you who was careless and let this little guy slip away. Nor did you miscalculate the enemy and lead to this tragedy. ”

Ling Lao looked at the young man in front of him and guessed but didn't dare to speak, his expression became more and more indifferent, and he shouted a few times, "Weakness is your biggest original sin, that's all!"

"You're weak, so you're going to lose. You are not strong enough to protect all the people or things you hold dear. And even if you are so weak and win once, you will only end up with dry bones under the feet of others. ”

"As for praying to others, it is also meaningless. Although that person and I are your master, we will not be your nanny, let alone be by your side forever. In life, the only thing you can rely on is yourself. Everyone else only needs to exist as a footnote to your name, not as a savior. ”

Ling Ye was thoughtful, but soon returned to reality. He really didn't have any way to do it now, and the only thing he could do was to watch the little guy who had saved him so many times gradually fall into the abyss of death.

After another half, the boy knelt down in front of the little one and fell into complete silence.

Seeing that he was the second to enter the sect, it was very likely that he was still the only disciple who was crying and mourning, and his expression of despair and helplessness became more and more desperate, Ling Lao finally didn't make up his mind.

The old man sighed faintly, waved his blue sleeve robe, and saw a light silver light flying out, and the heaviness of the light was intertwined with the meaning of Zhong Ling. The mind is condensed within the square inch and does not leak the slightest, invisible but extremely spiritualized and vibrant.

The silver light went straight into the young wolf's body in the young man's arms, and there was no obvious change for a while, but the young man still had a sense of hope, and raised his head to stare at the elder.

"This wisp of thought can keep it safe for three days, and after three days, whether it can survive in the end can only depend on its creation. Ling Lao's floating figure dimmed to the extent that it was invisible to the naked eye, but his expression remained unchanged.

Seeing the young man's refreshing smile appearing, the old man said coldly, "Don't be too happy, since you made an exception this time, you can only balance it from your future experience." ”

Ling Ye didn't listen to the old man's words at all, only remembered that the little guy was finally saved. Patronizing the excited and joyful young man, he didn't know that at this moment, Ling Lao secretly added a few more strokes to his training plan, and his future would be much bleaker and miserable......

The boy regained his composure, and finally remembered that he should leave this ghost realm as soon as possible. Staying longer is not beneficial, but can lead to disaster.

He was about to ask Ling Lao about the way to leave, but he caught a glimpse of the corpse in another place, and suddenly became troubled.

"Elder Ling, let's burn this person before leaving, but it's a pity that the disciple can only make ice, and he doesn't have some fire oil in his hands......" Ling Ye walked to the body that was shot in the head, and did not show any discomfort. He just said in a relaxed and rather regretful tone, "By the way, can the Extreme Flame you showed that time burn things?" he asked, his eyes lit up slightly.

"No, are you really an old man who can do anything, and can conjure anything?" the old man also floated over leisurely, and said angrily.

Then Ling Lao still patiently explained a few times, "As for the void fire that is reborn from the cathode, it has the form of fire but no inner substance, but it can be transformed into formless but has a chill. However, in essence, it is still just a dark and cold air. If you can practice to perfection in the future, you can freeze everything into powder, and eliminate the souls of others into intangible, and then you can use it to kill people and destroy traces. ”

Ling Ye heard it with longing, but he still couldn't avoid the reality that he was just a mortal at the moment. After deeply experiencing the powerlessness of running into walls everywhere without strength, the young man gradually believed in Ling Lao's theory of respecting the strong, and his desire to become stronger became more and more firm and eager.

"But what now, are there man-eating ghosts nearby?" Ling Ye asked with a frown.

Ling Lao saw that his disciple's ideas were becoming more and more extreme, so he had to shake his head lightly helplessly, and said, "Where did you come up with these strange ideas, this kid?"

After speaking, the old man waved his long sleeves again, and the corpse on the ground disappeared.

"Oh yes, your old man still has such a big space, so you don't need to worry about it in the future!" Ling Ye dodged the old man's big hand that wanted to hit him, and at the same time bent down with his free left hand to pick up the long sword that had not been included in the Qiankun Pearl.

He held the young wolf in one hand and Qingfeng in the other, and exclaimed in a similar manner, "Good sword, good sword!"

"Although it is still a mortal product, it is refined by the disciples of Yantian Sect after all, and it is much stronger than many scrap iron in the mortal world. You put it away, but be careful not to take it out in front of the people of the Yantian Sect. The old man said indifferently, "A mere disciple of an outside sect, as long as you don't make a big fuss, presumably those guys won't make a big fuss." ”

Ling Ye only realized at this time that the person had a sect background that didn't sound easy to mess with, and although he didn't regret killing him, he also felt that the sword in his hand began to get a little hot.

The young man wanted to let Ling Lao also help him collect it in the pearl, but there was always a bit of luck and unwillingness in his heart. Eventually, greed prevailed, and he decided to be cautious and talk about it later.

"It's decided, then let's leave first, haven't you been talking about it a few times?" Ling Lao looked at the young man with a smile and mocked knowingly.

Without waiting for Ling Ye to answer, the old man waved his sleeves lightly. Seeing the silver light emerge, they teleported away.

......

The boy left the realm, and there was no one around.

It was only less than half a minute after they left that the silent street was restored, and a cold snort suddenly added.

"Humph!"

The sound faded away, but the owner of the voice that followed it was a terrible roar that shook off in the distance. The sorrow gradually merged into one, making this gloomy place also give birth to a bit of noise out of thin air......