Chapter 1462: Just a Trace of Demonic Soul

"My Lord, the Palace Master is now summoning the masters of the West Palace to block the attack of the Laughing Lord with the strongest lineup, the most extreme means, and the most brutal tactics! Although this approach has caused a large number of casualties, the vast majority of the dead are still outside the range of the magic soul recovery..."

The short and fat man knelt in front of the Demon Lord and said in a heavy voice: "In other words, a large amount of soul power that was supposed to enter the altar has been lost and cannot be reunited at the altar... Please make the decision, my Lord."

The Black-clothed Demon Lord was silent for a moment, and said grimly: "Decide? How to decide? Tell me how to decide?"

"This..." The short and fat man was stunned when he heard it.

He thought, isn't this what you care about most? Do any person or thing have to give way in front of this matter?

Why do you act like nothing happened now?

The Black-clothed Demon Lord closed his eyes and said faintly: "Let the young palace master withdraw the people. Just say... I said it."

The short and fat man was stunned again when he heard it, and then hurriedly responded: "Yes!"

After saying that, he left quickly.

You looked helpless one moment, but the next moment, you immediately gave instructions... This... Why does it feel like you are talking to two people? No, it should be a conversation with a person with two different mindsets. Anyway, it's an abnormal feeling...

The short fat man rushed to the West Hall like a wisp of green smoke.

"Palace Master, the Lord said..."

"What did he say?" Zong Xingyu turned his head coldly.

"The master said... to ask you to temporarily stop the blocking action against Lord Xiao, let them in, and then block them. The current blocking location is not suitable, not..."

"Stop, I want to know, what identity is he using to order me?" Zong Xingyu said faintly: "Your master is the master of the Demon Soul Road, but the Demon Soul Road is not the West Palace, and the West Palace has only one voice, that is me! I am the master of the West Palace!"

"He has no position, and even less qualifications to order me." Zong Xingyu turned his head arrogantly, staring at the short and fat man in black, and said coldly: "So please go back and tell your master. If you want to say something, or want to achieve any purpose, do it yourself. Letting others act as a mouthpiece will not achieve his goal."

The short and fat man was stunned for a moment.

He never dreamed that Zong Xingyu's attitude would be so tough and so unyielding.

Before he came, he thought that there would be some obstacles in this trip, but as long as he spoke beautifully and analyzed the interests clearly, he could always achieve his goal. His goal was not to completely reject Zong Xingyu's strategy, but just to let him move his position to the effective range of the altar. In terms of the current situation, there would be a certain degree of loss, but it was not difficult.

However, he never expected that Zong Xingyu had no intention of talking to him at all, and directly refused, unusually tough!

Faced with such a tough Zong Xingyu, the short and fat man was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

No matter how disobedient Zong Xingyu was, he was still the master's son.

What can't be said between father and son? Can't be discussed?

Even if the fight was turned upside down, he couldn't say anything.

Seeing Zong Xingyu's cold and hard face and his expression that left no room for negotiation.

The short and fat man sighed and could only turn back.

After hearing the reply, the Black-clothed Demon Lord looked up for a long time, and after a while, he said lightly: "After all, it's just a wisp of demon soul!"

The short fat man blinked his eyes, obviously not understanding the meaning of the Black-clothed Demon Lord's words.

What are you talking about...?

But the Demon Lord had already waved his sleeves and stood up, and suddenly, he disappeared in an instant.

...

Zong Xingyu had a cold face, and his eyes were fixed on the battle situation in the distance.

There should be a battle there, and it is a continuous battle.

Although his eyesight is not enough to see the specific situation, his consciousness can still feel the general situation over there. At the other end of the battlefield, there are many spaces shaking almost every moment...

But although his eyes are cold and sharp, deep in his eyes, he is actually looking forward to something...

He did not focus all his attention on the battle in the distance.

Or it should be said that more than 90% of his attention is on another thing.

So that his eyes, movements, and body fell into a stiff state, abnormally disharmonious.

The wind whistled, and a cloud of black fog suddenly appeared at the top of the sky.

Zong Xingyu's body trembled suddenly, but he still stubbornly did not look back.

As a person with a high level of cultivation, he naturally knew that his father had arrived.

But at this moment, Zong Xingyu was like a stubborn child, sulking with his father. I know you are here, I know you have something to say, I know you are dissatisfied with me, but I just won't look back at you.

What can you do to me? !

The black fog condensed into a human shape.

Zong Xingyu was waiting.

Waiting and guessing, what would his father say to him when he took the initiative to find him for the first time in so many years?

He racked his brains to guess, and even guessed that his heart was sour and trembling.

Feeling his eyes, because of the sour wetness, tears filled his eyes, and he gradually couldn't control it.

However, what Zong Xingyu never dreamed of was that he would hear——

"Do you know what you are doing?" The voice of the Demon Lord was cold, still full of that kind of indifference.

"Of course I know what I'm doing." Zong Xingyu said angrily.

"I didn't ask you what you were doing, I just asked you, do you know what you are doing?!" Demon Lord's voice was calm and cold.

"Of course I know?" Zong Xingyu suddenly wanted to explode: "How could you not know? Father, since you..."

He could not continue what he said because he was interrupted by the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord stared at him with cold eyes: "Don't call me father!"

Zong Xingyu was stunned.

"You should call me Lord." Demon Lord looked at him coldly.

Zong Xingyu's eyes went straight.

"Demon Soul Road, what is a Demon Soul?" Demon Lord looked at him.

Zong Xingyu felt stars flashing in his head, everything was blurry. For a moment, he didn't know what he was thinking, what he was doing, or even where he was at this moment.

"The path of demon souls is countless demon souls!"

"Everyone who has practiced demonic arts and has been baptized by the Demon Lord is a demon soul." The Demon Lord looked at him without any emotion in his eyes: "In other words, you are too, and you are no exception."

"Me too!?" Zong Xingyu staggered, took three steps back, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the Demon Lord with disbelief: "You think I am too?! Me too..."

"Yes, so are you." Demon Lord said calmly: "You are just a wisp of demon soul, that's all."

Zong Xingyu's mind went blank.

"The so-called relationship between father and son has no relationship at all; father and son for more than 10,000 years? It's just a lie!" Demon Lord looked at him with some mockery: "Do you really think that love and justice are as important as you think? ?”

Zong Xingyu shouted in a broken voice: "Do you know what you are talking about? What is the blood relationship between father and son? There is no connection at all, and what does all this have to do with love and righteousness?"

"Isn't it just because of the so-called relationship between father and son that you dare to disobey orders?" Demon Lord said coldly: "You have the confidence to be arrogant and arrogant? The courage to go your own way? Do you think I will definitely not deal with you? So? How dare you ignore and disobey my orders!"

"In the final analysis, is it just because you are my son? Or, you were once my son?" Demon Lord's words were like the sharpest steel knives, piercing deeply into Zong Xingyu's heart. heart.

His heart was instantly filled with holes and dripping with blood.

"What is the past? What is the past?!" Zong Xingyu shouted almost insanely: "Have you forgotten all about the family's past? Have you really forgotten it?"

"It's true that we were a family back then, but after you were baptized by the Demon Lord, this connection no longer exists!"

The Demon Lord snorted coldly: "Since you are a demon, why do you need these ridiculous human emotions?"

"I'm warning you one last time. It's to remember that last bit, what you firmly believe...that ridiculous bit of father-son bond." The black-robed figure of the Demon Lord flew up: "Withdraw your people immediately!"

"If it really delayed my grand plan, even you would have only entered the altar one day earlier and become..."

"...Then I should have paid for it a long time ago, a wisp of demon soul!"

Before he finished speaking, the figure of the Demon Lord had disappeared without a trace.

Zong Xingyu stood there like a clay sculpture, motionless for a long time.

His lips were trembling unconsciously, blood was flowing out from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with deathly gray.

He stood blankly on the top of the zenith for a day and a night. The morning wind, rain and dew dyed his hair white. The originally long black hair turned completely gray when he started moving again.

Zong Xingyu, who has resumed his active state, seems to be as tall and straight as before, but it gives people the feeling that he is already a little rickety.

Something in my heart has collapsed.

Zong Xingyu strode back to the main hall of the West Palace, and then, with the strongest toughness, issued an order——

"All members of the West Palace are dispatched! Everyone arrives at the battlefield as soon as the order is conveyed! Defend the enemy three hundred miles away from the main summit of the West Palace. If you don't win, you will die!"

"If we are unable to stop the army of the Laughing Monarch, then everyone in the West Palace will be destroyed three hundred miles away!"

"This order is executed immediately!"

"Within half a quarter of an hour, those belonging to the West Hall who fail to gather on time will be killed without mercy!"

This order was immediately transmitted to every cultivator belonging to the West Hall.

Outside, a loud bell rang immediately.

Countless figures rushed over from all directions at an almost life-threatening speed.

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