To put it more appropriately, that person is no longer a "person".
From a distance, it looks like a skeleton, a skeleton covered only by a dark skin. There seems to be no flesh and blood on the whole body, and it looks extremely tight.
To put it figuratively, it is like a piece of dried bacon.
The clothes wrapped around this "skeleton" have lost their original color due to the passage of time, or in other words, they were originally gray and linen, with damage everywhere and very tattered.
The skeletal arms, sternum, thighs and other parts were all wrapped with white cloths used to treat injuries, and there were faint signs of blood being dried by the years.
These strips of white cloth were exposed outside the tattered gray clothes, making the skeleton look a bit miserable, with a sense of vicissitudes left by the years.
The skeleton was leaning against the cliff in a sitting position, with its head slightly bowed, as if deep in thought.
The angular face is as sharp as a chisel, and the facial features are so thin that it makes people feel distressed to see them.
In the sunken eye sockets is a pair of empty and gray eyes, as if they were unique to a dying old man, dead silent.
But it is such a pair of eyes that are so deep that it makes people feel scared at first sight, as if they have a terrifying magic power. It can devour life to pieces.
This thin and bony figure just sat there in a thoughtful posture for who knows how many years. Judging from the degree of weathering of the black scabbard standing on its side, it was at least ten years and eighty years old. load.
Tang Yuan could not imagine that someone could stay motionless like this for so long.
And such a person is actually his own father.
If Bai Ju hadn't kept insisting that his father was still alive, Ling Tian would have thought that what he saw was a corpse.
But judging from the state of the "human" in front of him, he doesn't look like a living person at all.
But it doesn't look like a dead person who has been dead for a long time.
Bai Ju led Ling Tian to Ling Xiao, who was motionless. He took out three corpses from the container, shattered the clothes on the corpses, and then placed them one by one in front of the bones.
The movements are so skillful that it seems like this is not the first time.
Ling Tian knew that the three people who died were the members of the Sword Sect who participated in the encirclement and suppression of him before. Each one of them had the strength of three breaths or more in the Heavenly Soul Realm.
I just don’t understand Bai Ju’s purpose of killing these three people and bringing their bodies here?
Could it be that these people have a grudge against their fathers?
Soon, Ling Tian understood the reason.
The three corpses that were placed in front of his father suddenly emitted a faint green aura, which penetrated into the bones of his father's body.
This made Ling Tian greatly shocked.
Although he noticed that this strange phenomenon seemed to be caused by a strange aura emanating from his father, and he did it on his own initiative, he still couldn't help being frightened.
As the life essence remaining in the body was devoured, the three corpses seemed to change shape, decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into three mummies in the blink of an eye.
Instead, Ling Xiao's figure gradually became more human-like. Although it was still a dark skin wrapped around the bones, there seemed to be some signs of flesh and blood and spiritual energy flowing inside.
The most important thing is that there is a touch of human vitality that was not present before or was not so obvious.
Ling Tian felt the presence of this aura, and was convinced that the figure in front of him, his biological father, was indeed still alive.
However, this way of survival is too weird for him.
To put it bluntly, he actually wants to live by sucking the essence of corpses.
This was a little hard for him to accept for a while.
As the three corpses decomposed, Ling Xiao's empty eyes gradually gained a trace of sparkle.
Immediately afterwards, a huge shadow like a mountain appeared above his broken bones.
The phantom is the same as the green aura emanating from the three corpses before. At first glance, it looks like the remnant souls of the dead, with a heart-stopping shock.
Deterrence.
Feel the extremely powerful soul fluctuations filled in the shadow.
Ling Tian understood that this phantom should be the soul of his father.
Bai Ju looked at the appearance of the phantom, and his whole body became extremely solemn. His posture became a little more reserved, and he no longer had the heroic spirit that shocked all the major forces with his previous sword.
If he hadn't known each other, Ling Tian would have thought that he was just an ordinary old man with a broken arm.
And when the shadow disappeared into the jagged body.
Bai Ju's expression was even more solemn and solemn to the extreme, and he bowed slightly toward that figure, like an old servant welcoming his master out of seclusion, showing indescribable respect.
Ka~ga~ka~
As the figure stood up, the dull sound of bone crunching sounded frequently.
Ling Tian stared at this scene blankly, not knowing how to deal with it for a moment. He looked very dull and at a loss.
It's easy for him to kill someone, but it's somewhat difficult for him to recognize his father, who he has never been in contact with.
He didn't even know how to get along with his father, what words to say?
Ling Xiao stood up amidst the crunching sound of his bones. In his sunken eyes, his sharp gaze swept across Ling Tian's body, and then rested on the bud knife next to him.
Although it was only a glance, Ling Tian felt as if all his secrets had been seen through. The cold and stern look made him feel frightened, but it also contained a restrained sense of intimacy.
"very good!"
Ling Xiao's textured bone hand suddenly drew towards the knife, and the knife instantly jumped into his hand like an obedient fish, making a slight trembling sound, as if expressing the joy of meeting again after a long separation.
It's just that Ling Xiao's low and hoarse word "very good" with a voice like dirt in his throat, but he doesn't know if he is praising the Buddao for being as good as before, or praising Bai Ju's contribution to this trip.
Or maybe it was because Ling Tian was now an adult and was very pleased with him.
In short, after hearing Ling Xiao's "very good", the two of them couldn't help but feel happy.
Bai Ju felt relieved because he had lived up to his trust and completed his mission.
Ling Tian felt a sense of recognition that he had never experienced before because of these words. This was the first time in his life that this kind of emotion appeared.
It seems that I can vaguely understand the mood of those children who performed well in childhood memories and were praised and praised by their parents.
"You guys, be careful with this sword!"
Without too many words, without any hint of the reunion of father and son, Ling Xiao walked to the open space on one side with the Bud knife in hand.
The next moment, the faint red soul fire flowing with the holy essence covered the blade, making the entire Bud Sword look extremely coquettish and beautiful.
In the horrified gazes of the two people, Ling Xiao gently waved the long knife in his hand towards the sky above the cliff behind him.
With one stroke of the knife, the cliff was instantly cut in half like tofu, and the cross section was as smooth and flat as a horizontal plane.
The sword light shot straight into the sky, similar to the sword that Bai Ju used to severely injure Yong Ye, and also cut open the clouds above.
But the difference is that Ling Xiao's sword, both in terms of power and momentum, far exceeds Bai Ju's sword several times.
Although the clouds that were cut in the sky were also a long opening, Bai Ju's knife quickly returned to calm, and Ling Xiao's knife at this moment seemed to have really split the sky. It's been a long time. Restoration of movement.
The coquettish red soul fire was vented by the light of the sword, and it seemed like a long dragon in the sea of fire was drawn in the sky.
The originally compact clouds didn't seem to be cut, but more like they were being torn apart, destroying their original appearance. The steam seemed to be rolling toward both sides, as if they were running for their lives.
With one strike, the sky was torn into two sides, which lasted for a long time.
Suddenly, the torn clouds began to flow backwards like a river, submerging crazily into the cracked knife mark from both sides, as if trying to fill and annihilate the sea of fire.
Dark clouds roll around the wings of the sea of fire
Rolling and surging, thunder and roar burst out from time to time, making the sky dark and dazzling.
Looking from below, it is indescribably majestic.
With one strike, the sky and the earth lose their color, and everything becomes silent, as if the dust has been washed away at the end of the world, and the world will be destroyed in one fell swoop.
LingTian was once again shocked on the spot. Deep in his heart, before he could fully comprehend the feelings brought about by Bai Ju's sword, he once again fell into a new round. In the midst of his different feelings, he firmly remembered this shocking sword.
From this sword, what he saw was obviously different from Bai Ju's sword. He began to no longer be limited to the shape of this sword, but was more immersed in the meaning emanating from this sword.
From this sword strike, he felt an aura of supreme domineering power, the courage to move forward, the fear of death, and the ability to kill everything in the world with one strike, as if nothing in the world could be stopped by this sword strike.
From the familiar movement of this sword, he also recognized that it was the sword technique that he had known since childhood - "Demon Sword Art", but it was completely different from what he knew, which made him feel... I had the illusion that the Demon Sword Technique that I had endured so much painstaking practice over the years seemed to be just the foundation and introduction to this sword.
It was as if the last level of the Demonic Sword Technique that he had practiced was just the starting position of this complete set of sword techniques.
Bai Ju stood on one side, his eyes also full of the supreme elegance of Ling Xiao's sword.
Like Ling Tian, he also froze on the spot, falling into a subtle trance, comprehending the mystery of this sword.
He knew that Ling Xiao's sword was not only passed down to the professor's son, but also fulfilling the commission given to him back then, and helping him improve the realm of swordsmanship that had been restricted for many years as promised.
It can be said that this sword contains Ling Xiao's lifelong understanding of the art of swordsmanship. It is difficult for him to understand it all easily.
But even if it's just a tiny bit, it's already a huge improvement for him.
The impact of Ling Xiao's sword was far more than just the two of them. Even Lu Feng and his party, who were far apart, all felt the light of the sword that shot straight into the sky, and felt the unrivaled domineering power of the sword. artistic conception.
For a time, almost all the humans and soul beasts in the triangle area were stunned by the sword, and all the beasts were dormant and did not dare to neigh.
Tissot and the others were almost leaving the Triangle Area, but they were still shocked by the aura of the sword.
Feeling the holy meaning contained in the sky, no one had any doubts about the news that Demon Sword Lord Nightmare was still alive.
However, what people didn't expect was...
This sword was the last one that Ling Xiao tried his best to make.
After one stab.
There is no more Demon Sword Nightmare Lord in this world!
