Chapter 312

Buzz!

The Golden Lotus swallowing the sky is gorgeous, with a trace of golden haze. It binds those souls, and has a trace of mysterious power, and begins to extract the memory from the soul.

Ordinary people, even the strong ones in the realm of kings, condense the original God of martial arts and dare not absorb the memory in other people's souls at will. It is easy to make their original god impure and affect the road of martial arts and Taoism in the future.

But Lingxiao doesn't have such concerns. Swallowing the Golden Lotus and refining everything can eliminate the original mark in the soul. Therefore, although Lingxiao is checking the memory of Mo Wuji and others, it will not affect his Yuanshen purity.

The soul memories of those assassins, like scenes, slowly emerge in Lingxiao's mind, which can be clearly seen from their birth, cultivation of martial arts, marriage and children... Even the moment before their death.

"Is this underground place so mysterious?"

Ling Xiao's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He saw that although these gold medal assassins in the master's realm, even the heaven level assassins in the heaven and human realm, were absorbed into the underground, they just accepted the task, obtained Commission revenge, and would be controlled by the underground with secret methods, but they didn't know the origin of the underground.

Although their soul memory is cumbersome, there is little useful information about the underworld.

Click!

The souls of those assassins, after being extracted by Lingxiao, were swept by the Golden Lotus swallowing the sky. They were broken in an instant and turned into strands of the most pure energy. They were refined by the Golden Lotus swallowing the sky, integrated into the yuan God of Lingxiao and slowly strengthened.

Lingxiao's eyes finally fell on Mo Wuji's soul.

The soul body is a very illusory existence, which can not be seen by the naked eye. Only when it is condensed into a yuan God can it become a tangible substance.

Therefore, Mo Wuji's soul can only be perceived by Lingxiao's martial god. It is a black illusory figure with a ferocious face. It is mo Wuji's appearance. Looking at Lingxiao, his eyes are full of resentment.

But the power of the soul is too weak to break free from the bondage of the Golden Lotus swallowing the sky.

Buzz!

A trace of the power of the original God like Jinxia fell and began to extract Mo Wuji's soul memory, trying to find out the real secret of the hell.

Lingxiao had a hunch in his heart that the hell government dared to fight the idea of eight wasteland dragon veins. It must be a big plan. The hidden power behind it should be amazing.

But when Lingxiao drew Mo Wuji's memory, a vast and powerful force suddenly awakened from Mo Wuji's soul.

Boom!

Mo Wuji's soul exploded into pieces in an instant. In the endless void, it seemed that a terrible figure appeared. His eyes were as bright as electricity, and his whole body emitted a surge of ghost gas, as if he were the ghost king from Jiuyou hell.

"Who dares to kill my Youming sect disciple?"

The cold voice sounded. The figure was transformed by the power of the yuan God. It came across the sky and shot at Lingxiao's eyebrows. With a cold killing opportunity, it wanted to kill Lingxiao's yuan God.

"Just a mark of Yuanshen, dare to be wild with me?"

Lingxiao's eyes flashed, and he knew the martial arts yuan God in the sea, sitting in the void, shining on the heaven and earth. A vast and unparalleled force came towards the figure.

Boom!

Although the figure is strong, it is the brand of a strong yuan God. If the general soul will be crushed by it, but he didn't expect that Lingxiao condensed the Wu Yuan God.

Suddenly, Lingxiao's sea awareness trembled slightly, and the figure was suppressed in an instant, and the Golden Lotus swallowing the sky emerged and swallowed up the figure.

"The cultivation of the master's realm has condensed the original God of martial arts? How is this possible? Who are you?"

The figure heard an extremely shocked voice, but Lingxiao didn't give him a chance. The powerful swallowing power of swallowing tianjinlian broke out and swallowed the figure in an instant.

"Is it the netherworld sect?"

Lingxiao's eyes showed a dignified color.

This is the second time he has heard of Youming sect. Youming sect is one of the five martial arts holy places in the eight wasteland region and the most mysterious martial arts holy land. Previously, he had plotted against the great Xuannv emperor Ji Feixuan in the fierce beast mountain, and launched a rebellion in the ancient great Xuanguo.

"Unexpectedly, the real identity of the underworld is the Youming sect! The underworld and Youming really come down in one continuous line. So it seems that they must have a major conspiracy to plan the great wilderness dragon vein. The rebellion launched by the Youming sect in the great Xuan ancient country may also be for the great Xuan dragon vein..."

Lingxiao felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

Mo Wuji should be an important figure in the netherworld sect, otherwise there could not be a strong king of the Marquis who left the original God brand in his soul.

Although he knew that the underworld was the netherworld sect, it was still a mystery what they planned the dragon vein for. Lingxiao vaguely felt that this was a very important thing and must be clarified.

……

Far away from the great wilderness, there is a huge mountain range shrouded in yellow mist all year round.

There are many black palaces in the mountains. Even the ghost slave army and skeleton army come out of the mountains and train in line.

It is surrounded by black rocks, and there is a yellow great lake, which emits a mysterious atmosphere in the middle of the mountains.

At the moment, an old man in a black robe slowly floated up from the Yellow Lake, emitting a towering breath all over.

The old man looked very strange. He was full of ghost gas. He had a ferocious mask on his face and sunken eyes, as if there was a ghost fire beating. People shuddered after watching it.

"Mo Wuji... Dead..."

The old and hoarse voice sounded, diffuse with a strange fluctuation.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, dozens of figures in black robes came in the air. The black robes were embroidered with the shape of skeletons, which was gloomy and terrible.

Dozens of people in black robes have strong breath and can't see their faces clearly, but their eyes are indifferent and have no emotional color. At the same time, they stand on the edge of the Yellow Lake and worship the masked old man.

"See the Supreme Master!"

The masked old man suddenly emitted a terrible black light, and his eyes seemed to have black anger to burn the void.

"Mo Wuji is my descendant! I want to see who dares to harm my good deeds. This time, I want everyone in the great wilderness to pay for his life!"

The masked old man stood up, his whole body was full of ghost gas, as if there were countless sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling, and a terrible smell sweeping the world filled the air.

On a mountain in the distance, the black palace was magnificent. A very strange young man slowly opened his eyes, with brilliant light flowing in his eyes.

"Mo Wuji, is that loser dead? Another threat is missing, and the place will be opened. When my divine skill is great, I will crush the eight wasteland Tianjiao and completely become the master of the nether world! The sun god, the moon god, the Dragon son, the saint of yaochi... I can't wait..."

The cold and ethereal voice echoed in the palace, and the ghost spirit surged around the strange youth, as if several ghost kings were slowly integrated into his body!