Chapter Seventy-Five: Soul Devouring Mark (6) "This situation has not appeared in the Doudi Continent for too long, too long. Qing Haoran tapped his fingers on the tabletop, as if he was recalling something.

Haven't been around in a long time? So, it once appeared? Qing Haoran said this, he should know some of the situation.

Xiao Yao and Xiao Yan were overjoyed at the same time, two pairs of fiery eyes staring at Qing Haoran, waiting for the next step with anticipation.

Qing Haoran let out a long breath and said with a wry smile: "Don't look at me like this, it's because I haven't appeared for too long, so I'm not sure." ”

"Hopefully it's not what I thought, otherwise, the situation would be really serious." Qing Haoran's face was bitter, he reached out and grabbed Xiao Yao's arm, infused his fighting energy, and probed in detail.

Everyone present had never seen Qing Haoran so serious, they all put down their wine glasses, silently waiting for Qing Haoran to speak, even Qing Mu'er didn't dare to make a sound, and sat obediently on the chair, looking at her brother and Xiao Yao with her cheeks up.

The autumn wind blows into the house at night, with a sense of depression.

Qing Haoran's face became more and more gloomy like water, and a pair of sword eyebrows lost their previous arrogance and locked tightly.

Everyone's mood continued to fall little by little, Xiao Yao was already desperate, Xiao Yan reached over and wanted to pat Xiao Yao's shoulder to show comfort, but he fell weakly in mid-air.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Soul Eater Mark." After a long time, Qing Haoran finally spoke, with an angry sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Soul Eater Sign?"

Everyone was extremely at a loss, and it seemed that they had never heard of it on the Doudi Continent.

The expression on Qing Haoran's face became solemn, "This is the technique of my demon clan in ancient times, and it has been extinct for many years, but I didn't expect it to appear again." ”

"Brother, how do you know?" Qing Mu'er asked puzzled. "I also learned about the existence of this kind of exercise from a record when I was sorting out the secret history of the clan." Qing Haoran shook his head, his face was full of bitterness, "The record is very short, and it is not detailed, it just says that there is such a kind of exercise, which can plant a kind of mark on a person's body, called the Soul Devouring Mark, and the middle one did not have much discomfort at that time, and then the skill continued to decline slowly day by day, and Zuihou would fall below the one-star Dou Emperor This is very in line with Patriarch Xiao's current situation, so, I guess Patriarch Xiao may have been hit by this kind of mark." Listening to Qing Haoran's narration, there was a chill on everyone's body, and then it slowly seeped into the bone marrow, and they couldn't help but shiver a little.

For a person who has cultivated for countless years to reach a certain height, the feeling of powerlessness that looks at the regression of his skills every day but is helpless is probably more terrifying than killing him directly, and that kind of wordless torture can make a person with a very strong will eventually collapse. This kind of exercise is simply vicious to the extreme.

"And," Qing Haoran sighed and was silent for a moment, as if hesitating whether to say it or not.

"And what? Big brother might as well say it directly. Xiao Yan asked.

"There is no solution to this mark." Qing Haoran still said it.

There is no solution to this mark!

Xiao Yao suddenly heard these five words, like a residual candle in the wind, silently extinguished, slumped on the chair, the wine glass in his hand slipped to the ground, shattered into pieces, and was never complete again, just like Xiao Yao's mood at this time. Hearing the crisp sound of Xiao Yao's wine glass falling to the ground, the expressions of everyone present darkened.

Xiao Yan's palm tightened slightly, and he left five deep finger marks on the wine table, and he only kept muttering in his mouth: "Soul devouring imprint, no solution; Soul Devouring Mark, no solution" Zhen Ni walked over lightly, her hand on Xiao Yan's back, silent, not knowing how to speak.

Listening to Xiao Yan's muttering, Qing Haoran also muttered along: "Soul Devouring Mark Soul Devouring Mark Soul Devouring Soul"

"Mu'er, do you remember the imperial precepts that the Ancestor Emperor left for us on the Blood Demon Ring?" Qing Haoran suddenly remembered something and asked Qing Mu'er.