Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14712 Dark Gold Mirror

This is also why Ling Xiao had previously placed Ji Mingkong's body in the Demon Needle Space for safekeeping... He was afraid that if he lost his mind, he might do something irreversible. His instinctive cherishing and protection prevented him from taking any risks.

Seeing the terrifying sword light approaching, the Mirror Spirit blinked, remaining calm and composed.

The next moment, he casually raised his small hand and lightly grasped the blade of the Xuan Snake Poison Heaven Sword, easily blocking Ling Xiao's all-out attack without moving an inch!

Upon seeing this, the members of the Sword Star Sanctuary in the distance were overjoyed, and their eyes were filled with renewed hope for life!

It's blocked!

At first, they thought this mirror spirit was an unreliable weird thing, but they didn't expect it to have such terrifying strength, easily catching Ling Xiao's deadly sword!

After blocking the sword, the Mirror Spirit did not retaliate. Instead, it sighed softly and waved its left hand, causing a gentle and clear golden halo to slowly spread out and softly envelop Ling Xiao.

Enveloped in this warm golden light, the raging blood flames, overwhelming ferocity, and frenzied battle intent surging around Ling Xiao gradually subsided and subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Witnessing this bizarre scene, all the powerful figures from the Sword Star Holy Hall were once again frozen in place, their faces filled with bewilderment and astonishment, completely unable to fathom the Mirror Spirit's intentions.

Under the soothing warmth of the golden light, the crimson turmoil in Ling Xiao's eyes slowly faded, and his unfocused pupils finally focused, regaining a moment of clarity.

The moment his consciousness returned, Ling Xiao's body stiffened abruptly, and the image of Ji Mingkong collapsing in his arms, her life completely extinguished, instantly flashed through his mind.

Ignoring the chaotic spiritual energy around him, he instantly sank into the space of the demon needle. When he saw the cold, pale, and lifeless body, his face twisted instantly, and overwhelming grief and hatred once again overwhelmed his sanity.

boom!

A violent crimson flame erupted from his body, and the demonic bloodline that had just been forcibly suppressed burned wildly again. The ferocious aura around him surged several times over, and the hard-won rationality was instantly consumed.

Seeing that he had lost control again, the Dark Gold Mirror Spirit quickly waved its little claws, and thousands of soft golden lights swept over again, firmly enveloping Ling Xiao and forcefully suppressing his soaring ferocity and killing intent once more.

As soon as a glimmer of clarity returned to Ling Xiao's eyes, the Mirror Spirit immediately moved close to him and spoke urgently:

"Have you gone mad? This girl isn't really dead! Did you give her some kind of heaven-defying treasure?"

"She appears to be dead at the moment, but in reality, her soul and the last vestige of her life force are locked deep within her body by a force, putting her in an extreme state of suspended animation!"

"If we don't provide timely help, and it drags on, that last bit of life will be exhausted, and the soul will truly be scattered, with no chance of recovery!"

Ling Xiao shuddered violently, his hoarse voice trembling with extreme disbelief: "You... what did you say? Mingkong... she's still alive?"

The Dark Gold Mirror Spirit rolled its eyes:

"I only said that she still has a sliver of hope, that she's not completely dead! I don't need to coax you. If you insist on your mad slaughter, you'll only be able to watch helplessly as that last bit of life is exhausted. Then it will truly be a permanent separation, and no one can save her!"

“Impossible…” Ling Xiao shook his head, his scarlet eyes filled with obsessive despair, but deep in his heart, a faint glimmer of hope arose uncontrollably.

He was about to charge out again, but as if by some strange twist of fate, just before he was about to move, he had a thought and gently sent Ji Mingkong's body out of the Demon Needle Space and handed it to the Dark Gold Mirror Spirit.

Even though he didn't believe it at all, the expectation hidden beneath his extreme hatred still led him to take this action.

With no more worries or concerns, the last trace of clarity in Ling Xiao's eyes vanished completely, transforming him into a thoroughly murderous Asura. With a flash, he charged into the crowd of Sword Star Holy Hall once again!

The Dark Gold Mirror Spirit watched his resolute retreating figure, sighed helplessly, then moved closer to Ji Mingkong, her fingertips brushing across her brow, murmuring to herself:

"As expected, this girl has a wisp of life-defying potential hidden within her body; her physical body and soul have not been completely extinguished."

"Consider yourself lucky. Apart from me, the Evil Spirit King, I'm afraid no one else in this world can save your life. In your current state, you are no different from a living dead, and you are only one step away from true death."

On the other side of the battlefield, Ling Xiao had already gone mad with ferocity.

At this moment, he is unstoppable and invincible!

The remaining powerful figures of the Sword Star Sanctuary were completely helpless before him. Their sword energy, fist power, and formations were all dissolved and absorbed by the Devouring Heaven Demon Art. They were like lambs to the slaughter, utterly powerless to resist.

In a sense, Ling Xiao's Devouring Heaven Demon Art is the natural nemesis of all martial artists.

Unless one's strength far surpasses his by several major realms, resulting in absolute realm dominance, all attacks in his presence are merely nourishment for him, leaving one completely at his mercy!

Just then, from the depths of the Sword Hall came Mu Yin's anxious and fierce roar once more, piercing through the chaos of battle and screams:

"What are you all standing there for! The foundation of my Sword Star Sanctuary is far more than just that broken mirror that betrayed its master! Use the second treasure of the sect. If you don't want to die, then use everything you have. Stop holding back!"

The second treasured item!

The purple-robed elder, who held the reins of the sect, hesitated no longer. His hands moved rapidly, forming profound sword techniques, and spiritual energy surged and poured into his body.

The next second, the ground behind him suddenly cracked open, and a dark coffin engraved with ancient sword patterns slowly floated out from the ground, its body surrounded by an eerie aura that intertwined deathly silence and boundless power.

This is the second treasure of the Sword Star Holy Hall!

The purple-robed old man glared fiercely at the dark gold mirror spirit that was looking after Ji Mingkong, his face turning ashen.

He never dreamed that the first treasure left by the patriarch would not become the savior of the sect, but instead turn against them and help the enemy save people!

The entire Sword Star Sanctuary was caught off guard by this sudden betrayal. But at this moment, they had no time to investigate further. Ling Xiao's slaughter continued, and with each swing of the Xuan Snake Poison Heaven Sword, a powerful figure fell, blood splattering everywhere.

This sword is arguably the most domineering and poisonous supreme demonic weapon in the current Silent Realm, apart from the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword!

In his current state of madness, Ling Xiao unleashed a single sword strike, and no one in the entire Sword Star Holy Hall could withstand it head-on!

The ancient black coffin slowly opened, and an aura that was vast, cold, and extremely powerful swept out from the coffin, instantly suppressing Lingxiao's overwhelming ferocity and enveloping the entire main peak's airspace.

The moment the aura burst forth, Ling Xiao's killing motion abruptly stopped, his scarlet eyes fixed on the ancient coffin, a rare hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

A beam of dark light shot out from the ancient coffin. When the light dissipated, a tall, middle-aged man in a black robe stood in mid-air.

His face was deathly pale, and an aura of deathly stillness and domineering power emanated from him. He gripped a jet-black longsword in his hand, and his eyes were as cold as knives. (End of Chapter)