Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

"wait……!"

The two were terrified, and before they could even speak...

puff-

The blade sliced ​​through with sharp light.

Two streams of blood gushed out, and two heads fell to the ground with a thud.

Linghu Qing's expression remained unchanged as he sheathed his black scythe, the blade dripping with blood.

The bloodstained blade transformed back into a pitch-black banner.

It is the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

The banner was eerily eerie, and its suction force suddenly erupted.

Two trembling black phantom images of primordial spirits slowly floated out from the two headless corpses.

black.

"As expected, they are from another race, Shadow Clan cultivators."

Linghu Qing looked at them with icy eyes.

Shadow Clan cultivators are naturally skilled at concealing themselves in the void, assassinating and tracking, and are ruthless in nature.

"Spare me... I can reveal who's behind this."

The remaining primordial spirit looked terrified and pleaded in a trembling voice.

Without pausing, Linghu Qing raised his hand and forcibly searched the soul.

A flood of memories rushed into my mind.

The soul search is over.

The two Shadow Clan primordial spirits were completely devoured by the Myriad Soul Banner, and their skeletal primordial spirits were annihilated without leaving a trace.

Linghu Qing stood still, his eyes slightly darkening, a hint of surprise rising in his heart.

These two were originally Shadow Clan spies hidden in Tianyuan City.

But today, someone secretly contacted them, saying they wanted to trade for the whereabouts of the Xuan Tian Treasure.

The other party offered 1 billion spirit stones, plus ten tasks for the Shadow Clan to complete for him.

One of them was ambushing him halfway through his journey.

When the two first heard about it, they also thought it was a scam, but they still left some room for doubt.

The two sides began to bargain.

The final agreement was reached: a deposit of 50 million spirit stones, plus three other things.

However, the other party asked the two of them to complete one task as a deposit first.

The two agreed.

Linghu Qing frowned slightly.

The message about the Mysterious Treasure.

Logically speaking, it would be impossible for a cultivator at the lower levels of the spirit realm to know its location.

Could it be that during the brief half-day when the treasure appeared three years ago, the other party was extremely close and managed to capture it through divination?

If they can do that, then they're not simple either!

Is it that prophetic demon race fusion powerhouse?

With this thought in mind, Linghu Qing no longer hesitated.

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of pure essence blood, which floated in front of him.

The blood and essence were flushed red, and the hexagram patterns flowed.

His divination skills were already highly developed.

Not to mention being unparalleled in the entire spirit realm, at least among human cultivators, absolutely no one can surpass him.

The essence and blood exploded, and the hexagram took shape.

Two messages clearly surfaced in my mind.

Firstly, the address is Tianyuan Hall.

Secondly, safety: this person poses no threat to me.

Linghu Qing's eyes grew increasingly puzzled.

His divination skills are generally accurate.

There is no threat; there are only two possibilities.

Either the other party has goodwill towards him;

Either the opponent's cultivation level is low and their strength is weak, and they only have hatred but cannot harm you in the slightest.

He could still feel the other person's hatred.

They were willing to spend huge sums of money and collude with foreign agents to kill him.

There is absolutely no goodwill involved.

That leaves only one possibility—this person is extremely weak.

Who is it?

Linghu Qing kept his doubts to himself, suppressed his thoughts for the time being, and decided to return to the city to investigate further.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the volcanic canyon.

The scorching wasteland is ravaged by raging fire.

Ling Meier stood alone in the wilderness, holding a crimson pill in her hand, a sinister and calculating smile flashing in her eyes.

She tossed the pill with her hand, and it landed precisely in the mouth of a lurking fire dragon below.

The pill entered the body, instantly unleashing a violent burst of fire-attribute spiritual power.

Roar--!

The fire dragon roared to the sky, its flames soaring upwards, its aura approaching the level of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

A smug smile appeared on Ling Meier's lips.

What happened next.

He deliberately lured the dragon into a frenzy, feigning being trapped in a dangerous situation and unable to escape.

At the most critical moment, Linghu Qing arrived in a flash, forcefully slaying the demon and saving the people.

A perfect hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress moment is enough to bring the two of them closer.

The honey trap is an old trick, but it works.

Facing the fire dragon's ferocious attack

Ling Mei'er deliberately concealed most of her cultivation and pretended to be panicked.

"Help! Help my captain!"

Ling Mei'er silently shuddered and crushed the communication jade talisman between her fingertips.

On Linghu Qing's side.

The distant sky trembled violently.

Towering lava burst through the clouds, and fiery waves swept across thousands of miles.

Linghu Qing looked over instantly, and two emergency distress lights lit up on the communication talisman in his hand.

The two cried for help.

Who should we save?

In the heart of the magma, in another scorching valley.

Yan Yan was charred black, his clothes were torn, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth. He looked extremely disheveled.

He felt a deep sense of frustration and helplessness, and smiled bitterly to himself.

Really outrageous.

Why is it that every time I go on a mission, I'm the one who always runs into danger?

He had previously patrolled this area and noticed that the earth fire spiritual energy here was unusually rich, concealing a hidden mystery.

Based on his research on fire-attribute spiritual lands, he concluded that this place must have unique opportunities.

Upon further investigation, it indeed lived up to expectations.

Deep within the valley lies a sacred land, its spiritual energy so rich it could support a powerful clan or sect at the Void Refinement level.

That's just bad news.

This sacred land already has an owner.

A lava frog is perched here, at a crucial juncture in its breakthrough to the Void Refinement stage.

Yan Yan's rash intrusion completely enraged the monster.

Boom!

The lava frog is as big as a small mountain, its entire body is red and covered with scalding lava, and its eyes are full of ferocity.

A gigantic tongue, hundreds of meters long and wreathed in endless flames, lashed out at incredible speed.

Too fast.

Yan Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The shadow of death loomed over him, his heart turned cold, and he believed that he was doomed this time.

At this critical moment.

A dazzling sword light tore through the sea of ​​fire and hurtled through the air.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

With a flash of sword light, the battle came to an end.

The ferocious lava frog was instantly split in two, its life force completely extinguished, and its massive body crashed to the ground.

Linghu Qing appeared in mid-air, sheathing his sword.

"Are you alright?"

"Captain, Captain!"

"No, it's nothing."

Yan Yan looked up blankly at the aloof figure before him, his heart filled with shame and gratitude.

In a short period of time, this was the second time the captain had come to his rescue.

It made him lose face completely.

Linghu Qing waved his hand and put away the lava frog's corpse.

Although this beast has not completely broken through to the Void Refinement stage, it is still a considerable gain.

the other side.

This completely shattered Mei'er's composure.

She was eagerly anticipating the perfect hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress scenario.

For realism.

She even deliberately let the dragon graz her body several times, suffering several burns and ending up covered in wounds and in a sorry state.

All for the sake of successfully orchestrating this honey trap.

But no matter how long they waited, Linghu Qing never appeared.

Seeing the reinforcements arrive so late, Mei'er felt a surge of anger.

Damn it! Why aren't you here yet?!

Her patience was wearing thin, and she was extremely agitated. She had already decided to stop acting and get rid of this beast as soon as possible.

Otherwise, I would really be in danger.

But right now.

In the distance, a white streak of light appeared on the horizon.

Ling Meier's eyes lit up, and she let the fiery dragon crash into her, sending her flying.

A large mouthful of blood gushed out.

What was originally a deliberately created minor injury instantly turned into a real serious injury.

She fell awkwardly onto the scorching ground, her hair disheveled, her clothes torn, and her body covered in blood, all traces of her gentle and charming demeanor gone.

At this time.

The sword light fell.

Linghu Qingshan arrived late, but swiftly and cleanly slew the fire dragon.