Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

”What are you afraid of!? Get him for me!”

The Martial Artists outside the house continued to roar.

Leng Mei stopped wasting words, her figure flashed, directly bypassing the few Martial Artists who rushed in, and killed the loudest one.

”You bunch of useless fools dare to lay hands on my master?

Overestimating your capabilities!”

Alan watched in astonishment, barely able to believe this was real.

”Let’s go, leave this place with us, this filthy place.”

Ling Xiao glanced at Alan, really unwilling to let such a pure Lianhua stay here to suffer.

”You all go, I still have family here, no matter what, I can’t leave. Seeing your strength so great, I am relieved.”

Alan smiled and said.

”Very well!”

Ling Xiao nodded, and then with Leng Mei broke through the air and left.

No one dared to stop them.

As for Alan.

It’s necessary for this girl to experience being falsely accused and persecuted by companions once; otherwise, she probably won’t wake up.

Just like Zhao Ci back then.

Kindness is a good thing, but being too kind becomes naive and foolish, sometimes even being used by others.

Anyway, they won’t go far, Alan still needs to be saved, but it’s not urgent.

Not long after they left, Alan was tied up and taken to see Wu Mu Tu Ying.

”A bunch of useless idiots, you can’t even watch over two young people, what’s the use of you, just know how to eat?”

Wu Mu Tu Ying was furious about Ling Xiao and Leng Mei’s escape.

Then, he stared at Alan, sneering: ”Luckily this bitch didn’t escape, otherwise I’d have no way to explain it to the Black Desert General.”

”Watch this bitch closely for me, and also keep an eye on her stupid brother.”

Wu Mu Tu Ying understood that the reason Alan didn’t choose to escape with Ling Xiao was mostly because of that stupid brother.

He was always displeased about it; the fact that his big brother was raising such a worthless person to freeload in the troupe.

If not for thinking that fool had some use, he would have resolved it long ago.

But Wu Mu Tu Ying never thought, although that fool indeed contributed nothing to the troupe, Alan had done more than any warrior in the troupe.

A girl, bringing benefits to the Golden Eagle Mercenary Corps, even more than he, the deputy leader.

The selfish never see the benefits of others; they only see the dark places.

Ling Xiao and Leng Mei did not go too far, they were actually near the sandcastle, and only when they saw Alan was okay did they find a quiet place to sit down.

The night in the Black Desert seemed darker than elsewhere.

The terrifying darkness and death aura continuously emanated from below ground.

If it were someone else, they would probably be restless, even severely injured.

However, Ling Xiao and Leng Mei were both quite special.

Ling Xiao cultivated the Mystery of the Shadow, mastering the Power of Darkness, and had Sky Demon Battle Intent within him.

Leng Mei, on the other hand, possessed a special ghostly Martial Soul, not only unafraid of the aura of death and darkness but even fond of it.

The two sat cross-legged there, allowing the aura of darkness and death to invade their bodies.

Those powers were originally rampant, attempting widespread destruction upon these two bodies.

Yet in the next moment, they discovered that these two bodies were actually two traps.

Once entered, the powers of darkness and death seemed trapped, rapidly being devoured and integrated.

Merely one shichen later, Ling Xiao discovered that his cultivation level had once again broken through.

This breakthrough made him overjoyed, much faster than he imagined.

Leng Mei’s cultivation level did not break through but was on the verge of a breakthrough.

And her Martial Soul was obviously much enhanced.

The originally ragged ghost now donned battle armor, looking much more imposing than before.

”Master, this Black Desert is strange, is there something underground? It’s greatly beneficial for our cultivation.”

Leng Mei opened her eyes, asking excitedly.

If she had discovered the benefits here earlier, she believed breaking through to the Yin-Yang Realm Cultivation would not be impossible.

”Not just the Black Desert, the closer to Black Crow City, the more terrifying the force becomes. So I suspect the source of this darkness is near Black Crow City.”

Ling Xiao analyzed.

”Master’s insight is indeed beyond mine. I thought it was just underground in the Black Desert.”

Leng Mei said.

”This time maybe going to Black Crow City will have unexpected gains.”

Ling Xiao couldn’t help being a little excited.

Yet upon thinking of that terrifying cultivation power of Feng Min Qishan, this joy instantly disappeared.

”Must continue to grow, can’t rely solely on Sister Moon’s protection.”

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth.

He realized as well, now being in Divine Phoenix Continent, Moon Lady and Wine Demon Sword could ensure his safety.

However, once going to White Tiger Continent, Cave Heaven Realm Martial Artists would be everywhere, and Yin-Yang Realm experts would abound.

Relying on Moon Lady and Wine Demon Sword to protect him, almost impossible.

His own strength is the most important.

”Carry on then.”

Ling Xiao looked at Leng Mei and said.

”Yes, but Master, I have a question, do you plan to take Alan?”

Leng Mei hesitated for a moment and said.

”That is a kind girl, it would be a waste for her to be tainted here in the Black Desert, moreover, she’s very familiar with this area. If we can utilize her, she would be very important for the Heavenly Dynasty Empire to control the Black Desert.”

Ling Xiao smiled and said.

”Master’s thought is indeed like Leng Mei’s.”

Leng Mei smiled, she doesn’t judge by beauty but on practical use.

Alan is someone useful to Ling Xiao, that’s her assessment.

”That’s enough, let’s not talk about this, make the most of the time for cultivation.”

Ling Xiao gently rubbed Leng Mei’s head, then closed his eyes to continue comprehending the power of darkness emanating from beneath the Black Desert.

The morning sun rose, the Black Desert wasn’t so scorching yet.

A team was galloping swiftly across the desert, with flying dust and killing intent, clearly heading to settle scores with someone.

In the sandcastle, Wu Mu Tu Ying sat on a lounger, sipping cold tea and tasting grapes.

Before him, on the city tower, hung two people.

One was Alan, and the other was Alan’s brother.

At this time, Alan’s face was pale, evidently having been hanging for a long time.

She looked at her brother beside her in despair, helplessly sighing.

If possible, she truly wished she could take all the pain for her brother.

”Wu Mu Tu Ying, this has nothing to do with my brother, why does he have to be punished too?”

Alan angrily shouted.

”A joke, now I’m the leader, if I say it has something to do with him, then it does. You teamed up to kill my big brother, this blood debt originally required blood repayment, but for the brothers of the sandcastle, I intend to present you as a gift to the Black Desert General.”