People in Doupo: The beginning of the game intercepts the rich woman Xun'er

Although the Ten Thousand Souls Banner has devoured all the souls of the Eighth and Nine Heavenly Lords, it will still take some time to completely refine these two Eight-Star Dou Zuns into banner slaves who obey its orders.

Xiao Ling's eyes swept across the slightly trembling banner, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He waved his sleeves lightly, and a silver light wrapped around the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and in a moment it was put into his personal space.

After putting away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Xiao Ling's gaze turned to the corpses of the Eight and Nine Heavenly Lords.

The faint sunlight fell on it, reflecting that although the two bodies had no vitality, they still retained the pressure of the peak of the eight-star Dou Zun. Such a powerful body, if refined into a puppet and placed in the Xingyun Pavilion, can also play a significant role, Xiao Ling will naturally not waste it easily.

Both of them had their hearts pierced by the Heavenly Demon Puppet's attack. Apart from the hideous dark purple burn marks on their chests, there was no other damage to their bones, muscles and flesh. They were preserved perfectly intact.

Xiao Ling sneered, and his fingertips brushed across the waists of the two corpses. Two exquisite high-level storage rings fell lightly into his palms.

Then, he raised his hand and clenched it. The powerful force of space wrapped around the two corpses like a chain, and in the blink of an eye, he put them into his personal space.

When Xiao Ling had properly stored the bodies of the two eight-star Dou Zuns into his personal space, there was a sudden sound of breaking air. He raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look.

He saw the Heavenly Demon Puppet, which was secretly controlled by him, slowly walking towards him, carrying two broken figures.

The Black and White Lords looked like rotten cotton at this moment, with their bones twisted into strange angles and their luxurious robes stained with blood and mud. In the dark golden giant palm of the Heavenly Demon Puppet, they looked like two broken puppets.

"The pressure from this puppet... is so terrifying... what level exactly..." Bloody sobs escaped from the two men's throats, but before they could finish their words, the second half of their sentences were crushed by the tightened knuckles of the Heavenly Demon Puppet.

The two six-star Dou Zuns had previously attempted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but now in front of the Heavenly Demon Puppet that exuded the chill of the abyss, even the remaining strength to mobilize their Dou Qi was completely suppressed. They could only kick their legs in vain, their pupils reflecting Xiao Ling's indifferent expression, and only endless panic remained in their hearts.

Xiao Ling walked forward, and the crisp sound of his black boots crushing the dead branches on the ground startled the two men.

He lowered his eyes to look at the embarrassed pair of Soul Palace minions, and saw the fear surging in their eyes like a tide that overwhelmed the last bit of stubbornness, and suddenly chuckled.

The red fighting spirit at the fingertips suddenly condensed, piercing through the throats and hearts of the two men in an instant.

The shrill screams came to an abrupt end, and the warm blood mist evaporated into a strange blood rainbow under the sunlight. Before the Black and White Heavenly Lord's eyes closed, he was thrown away by the Heavenly Demon Puppet and turned into two corpses that gradually cooled down in the dust.

Xiao Ling twisted his fingertips lightly, and two dark purple souls twisted and struggled in the void like trapped beasts, but were forcibly dragged into the portable space by the invisible force of space.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner seemed to sense the arrival of new prey. Its buzzing sound caused ripples in the void. Thousands of soul patterns were like greedy leeches, instantly sucking the two souls into the vortex on the banner.

After dealing with the soul, he leaned over and reached for the waist of Black and White Heavenly Lord, and two storage rings slid silently into his palms.

Immediately afterwards, the vast fighting spirit transformed into an invisible giant hand, and it collected the two bodies that were still warm, as well as the Heavenly Demon Puppet that had been summoned earlier, into the storage ring.

"As for resources, we must make the best use of them." After packing everything up, Xiao Ling clapped his hands, with a smile on his lips.

Xiao Ling has always kept this good habit in mind from the Northwest Continent to Zhongzhou.

At this moment, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly tore through the silence around him. Xiao Ling looked back and saw a stream of light rushing towards him accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.

Rayquaza was like a bolt of lightning that cut through the night sky. Its slender and agile body drew an elegant arc in the air at an extremely fast speed.

When the Splitting Seat approached and just hovered beside Xiao Ling, before it could stabilize its body, a bright green light shot out from its back like an arrow.

Mu Qingluan was surrounded by a dazzling green light, her hair flying freely in the strong wind. Before she arrived, she heard the voice: "Senior Brother!"

Her voice was trembling with an obvious tremor, and the last note was accompanied by a whistling sound that broke through the air. "That earth-shattering fight just now scared me to death!"

When the graceful figure landed on the ground, Mu Qingluan had already grabbed Xiao Ling's sleeve, her almond eyes filled with worry, "If something happens to you, how can I explain to Master and the elders in the pavilion?"

As she spoke, she looked Xiao Ling up and down carefully. Seeing that his clothes were not damaged at all, she breathed a sigh of relief, but her tense shoulders still did not relax.

Xiao Ling raised the corners of his lips slightly, raised his hand and gently rubbed Mu Qingluan's messy hair, with a rare gentleness flashing in his eyes: "Don't worry, nothing will happen to me. I told you earlier that my skills are not for show."

He glanced at the energy aftermath that had not yet dissipated in the distance, and said with a somewhat nonchalant confidence, "These mere lackeys of the Soul Palace can't do anything to me, your senior brother."

Mu Qingluan looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, with a mixture of amazement and resentment in her eyes: "How could I have thought that Senior Brother could be so powerful!"

She stamped her feet lightly, and the golden bells in her hair rang softly. "When I saw the Eighth and Nine Heavenly Lords jointly performing the forbidden technique, the terrifying momentum almost made my heart jump into my throat! Who could have expected that in front of me, they would not even have the strength to fight back? What level of cultivation have you reached, brother!"

Xiao Ling's lips curled up into a faint smile, his eyes swept across the faintly visible runes on his palm: "It's just a little stronger than the Nine-Star Dou Zun, and I just completed a new round of Dou Qi compression. The road of cultivation is long, and I still have a long way to go."

During these days, Xiao Ling has never stopped practicing, but the more he delved into the "Nine Transformations to Sainthood" method, the more he realized its difficulty. Without a great opportunity, the compression and accumulation of this kind of fighting spirit can only be achieved through hard work over time.

Moreover, although the strength of the cultivator would change significantly each time the Dou Qi was compressed, Xiao Ling discovered that such compression of the Dou Qi could not trigger the opportunity to obtain system extraction opportunities.

If Xiao Ling wants to reach the moment when the system determines that he has broken through and thus obtains the opportunity to draw, it will probably only be possible when he breaks through to the Semi-Saint level.

However, cultivation is a long and arduous process. Since Xiao Ling has already embarked on this thorny road of cultivation, he will not dwell too much on this matter.

In his mind, whether it was a semi-saint, a fighting saint, or even the legendary fighting emperor realm, they were by no means unattainable illusions. Time was just a stepping stone on his way to the top.

When Mu Qingluan heard the words "compressed Dou Qi", her almond eyes instantly widened, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched the gold thread embroidery on her cuffs. "Brother! You have already broken through to the Nine Star Dou Zun and started compressing Dou Qi?" Her voice trembled slightly, with uncontrollable shock, "Looking at the entire Dou Qi Continent, I have never even heard of a genius who can compress Dou Qi at this age!"

The girl looked up at Xiao Ling standing with his hands behind his back, her eyes filled with admiration and amazement. "I think with your talent, you will definitely become a saint in the future! Not to mention a half-saint, even reaching the Dou Sheng realm is probably a matter of time for you!"

However, before she finished her words, Mu Qingluan seemed to have thought of something, her eyelashes suddenly trembled, and the curve of her lips froze for a moment.

A hint of gloom quietly crept up her eyebrows, her fingertips unconsciously twisted the ends of her hair, and the golden bells made tiny sounds with the slight movements.

The joyful look in her eyes was gradually covered with a layer of mist, which was the melancholy unique to practitioners. Although they were both geniuses, she knew very well that the gap between herself and the person in front of her was becoming wider with the passage of time.

Envy grew like a vine in her heart, and the thorns of inferiority also quietly wrapped around her, making her throat bitter. She didn't know what to say.

Although she had long understood that there was an insurmountable gap between herself and a peerless genius like her senior brother, when she learned that the gap was so huge, Mu Qingluan's heart sank suddenly.

She looked at Xiao Ling, only to find that the figure in front of her was becoming increasingly out of reach, like a mountain shrouded in clouds and mist. No matter how hard she tried to climb, she could not see any hope of catching up with, or even following, his figure.

As if he had sensed the fleeting sadness in Mu Qingluan's eyes, Xiao Ling was slightly stunned, then he raised the corners of his lips and said jokingly: "What are you thinking about, little girl? Yao Lao is a real Dou Sheng strongman. With his careful guidance, what does my breakthrough in cultivation mean? I can't lose his face!"

Before he finished speaking, he leaned over and gently rubbed Mu Qingluan's head. His bony fingers pinched her slightly hot face and said jokingly, "Don't forget, you are my most precious little sister. When my brother reaches the top of the continent one day, how can you be left out of the delicious food and spicy drinks?"

The fingertips brought with them a subtle warmth, which gradually dispelled the haze in the girl's eyes. Silver bells rang gently in her hair, and the crisp sounds mixed with the breeze blew away the remaining solemnity in the air.

Being teased so intimately by Xiao Ling, Mu Qingluan's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, and the haze in her eyes dissipated like morning mist meeting the sun.

She returned to her usual mischievous look, and slapped Xiao Ling's hand away with a coquettish look. The golden bells in her hair jingled as she moved: "Brother, don't lie to me! Even if you become a powerful figure who is famous all over the continent in the future, you must not forget me, your little sister!"

Although the girl spoke in a half-joking tone, her light blue pupils were filled with tiny starlight. The light of expectation was like a spark, striking straight into Xiao Ling's heart.

He looked at Mu Qingluan's red ears, and suddenly stretched out his arms to hold her up. When their eyes met, the girl panicked like a frightened deer, and subconsciously grabbed his clothes with both hands.

"Don't worry, you will always be my junior sister." Xiao Ling's voice was low and firm, and his warm breath brushed across her hair. "Since I have agreed, I will never break my promise."

The person in his arms hummed softly, and then, as if all the strength had been released, she buried her face in Xiao Ling's shoulder as docilely as a little bird.

After a while, the body in his arms gradually became soft, and the sound of even breathing gently brushed over his neck. Unknowingly, Mu Qingluan had fallen into a deep sleep.

The girl's eyelashes cast butterfly-wing-like shadows under her eyes, her pale cheeks were stained with a faint blush due to deep sleep, and the tense expression just now completely disappeared.

Perhaps it was because he had witnessed a thrilling fight before, and his mood fluctuated greatly between fear and relief, or perhaps it was because the fatigue from running around for days had already accumulated to a critical point.

At this moment, the taut string suddenly relaxed, and she let go of all her defenses, like a wandering baby bird finally finding its home nest. She curled up in the warm embrace with peace of mind, allowing herself to be completely overwhelmed by sleepiness.

Xiao Ling looked at Mu Qingluan sleeping peacefully in his arms, and a gentle arc rose unconsciously at the corner of his lips. He sighed softly, as if helpless, but also as if doting, and then he hugged the girl and jumped lightly, and his figure landed on the broad back of the Split Sky Seat as light as a flowing cloud.

Xiao Ling bent over and sat cross-legged on the back of the Split Sky Seat, carefully adjusting his posture. He leaned back slightly so that the girl could rest her head more comfortably in his arms.

His fingertips accidentally brushed across her flushed cheek, the touch was delicate and warm, as if he could feel the steady heartbeat through his fingertips.

At this moment, the moon rose and the sun set, and the stars in the sky were reflected in his eyes. The person in his arms was sleeping quietly, and Xiao Ling also felt a sense of peace in his heart unconsciously.

After receiving Xiao Ling's command, Likongzuo's slender and agile body swung like an arrow, and its four claws cut through the void, bringing up streaks of brilliant light.

But in an instant, this huge figure turned into a faint light in the sky and disappeared into the depths of the dark night...

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At the same time, in the Beast Territory of Zhongzhou, inside an ancient ruin entangled by vines and ancient trees.

The originally silent atmosphere was suddenly broken by a surge of fighting spirit.

The woman in green sitting cross-legged on the jade platform slowly opened her eyes, and three enchanting green flowers spun rapidly in her pupils, and the air around them seemed to be slightly distorted wherever they passed.

The strange light made the surrounding environment flicker, and even the mottled runes on the stone wall were faintly visible under the light.

Then, after the woman let out a long breath, the light gradually dissipated, and the strange vision in her eyes gradually converged, and her eyes turned back to green.

At this time, beside the woman in green, a woman in a white dress walked over and said, "Qinglin, how did you deal with the soul of the ancient sky snake? Did it have any impact on you?"

Her eyes fell on Qinglin's pale but calm face with concern, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Don't worry, Sister Xian'er. Although the soul of this ancient sky snake has not been completely subdued by me, it has been bound by the Green Snake's Three Flower Pupils. As long as I don't let my guard down, it won't have any impact on me."

Qinglin smiled, met the gaze of the Little Medical Fairy, and said,
"After we return to Xingyun Pavilion, we can ask the young master or the master to take a look. With their means, it shouldn't be difficult to completely deal with the soul of the ancient sky snake."

(End of this chapter)