Chapter 445 This Must Be the Inheritor of the Soul Devouring Magic Skill

After a moment.

A rushing footsteps wrapped around the whistling spiritual power, rushing towards the cultivation room like a wave of waves.

The first thing to rush was the elders of Lingxiao Zong. They fluttered their clothes, and their spiritual power was full of light.

Immediately afterwards, the Lord's posture was healthy, and several of them went into the room, and there was a group of nervous disciples behind him.

When rushing here.

The crowd was shocked by the messy scene in front of them. The original and solemn cultivation room is now dying. The spirit crystal ore on the wall is broken, and the light is dim. Mang struggled in the ruins.

There was a pungent burnt and evil breath in the air, and the black fog was twisted in the corner.

However, everyone looked around, but did not see Ling Yu's figure. Only the spirit sword still inserted on the ground was erected there alone, and the blade was stained with strange black mist, which was slowly dissipating.

The disciples looked at each other, and their eyes were full of panic and doubts.

"Brother!"

There was a younger brother who was close to Ling Yu and couldn't help shouting, and his voice echoed indoors in the empty room, but he could not get any response.

The Lord frowned tightly, took a few steps in the front, leaned over to check the spirit sword, his face became more and more gloomy.

A elder raised his hand to disperse the remaining black mist around him, and said dignifiedly: "This breath is very different. It is by no means that Ling Yu should have it. Ling Yu may encounter it."

Another elder echoed: "Being able to rob the Tianjiao quietly in the hinterland of our Lingxiao Zong, the coming of the coming is unpredictable, and this matter must be thoroughly investigated!"

The master slowly got up, his eyes were as cold as an eagle, and he looked around, and finally saw a blood beach mixed with a black liquid.

His pupils trembled and stepped forward.

Everyone followed up.

The prince squatted down and stretched out his hand on the blood beach, for a moment.

A memory rushed out of his mind: "This is ....." Evil! "

His voice was hoarse with grief: "Xiao Yu is dead."

"Dead?!"

A elder asked incredible: "How do you know the prince?"

"because...."

He stood up and squeezed his blood fist: "This blood is the little feather."

Everyone: "!!!"

The Lord raised his head, took a deep breath, and choked: "This is the unique ability of swallowing the spiritual magic."

"Devouring flesh, spiritual pets, spirit stone, etc. can feed your own evil practice."

"After swallowing, some traces of swallowing things will remain and the evil spirits that swallow the spiritual magic."

"When I was still a disciple, I saw one person used, but the man was soon siege because he was too public."

"The technique of evil cultivation is also lost."

"Unexpectedly now .... It appeared again."

Evil Xiu, swallowing spiritual magic?

Everyone's face was pale.

This ... so scary?

Speaking of this, the prince sighed: "At this point, tell the alliance immediately to the alliance."

"The inheritor of the Demon Magic Gong appeared in modern times, which is not a trivial matter."

"yes!"

... ...

... ...

the next day.

Alliance headquarters.

Xuanfeng Pavilion, Xingyaozong, Taichuan Holy Land, Lingxiao Zong and other Zongmen gathered here.

Elder Huang Feng, the elder of Xuanfeng Pavilion, frowned and looked at the photo of the screen on the big screen: "This blood ... How do you be so familiar?"

Xingyao Zongzong Lord Qingfeng looked at it, his eyes suddenly: "Wait!"

He looked at Qin Luo, who was sitting at the main position of the conference table, and shocked: "Mr. Qin, how the blood looks like this beach is exactly the same as that of our missing Tianjiao!"

The words fall.

Qin Luo nodded and looked at the small subject sitting in the aircraft: "Lay that."

"good."

The next second, the photos of the seven disciples who died in Xing Yaozong were put out.

The six of them were traces of the hurricanes of the hurricane. There was only one disappearance, and only one beach was mixed with black liquid.

"This is this!"

Lingxiao Zongzong looked at Qin Luo, who was sitting at the table at the conference, and he suppressed the grief in his heart, saying: "The inheritor of the spiritual magic meritorious power."

"This must be done by the inheritance of the spiritual magic merit."

The inheritor of the spiritual magic meritorious power?

Everyone at the scene looked at each other and saw shocked from their eyes.

This time, the Sanctuary of the Holy Land was the first righteous son of Feng Yutian, named Fengquan.

He looked at the photo and said coldly: "I have heard the righteous father talked about it, and the inheritor of the spiritual magic meritorious power will appear every other time."

"The means are cruel and concealed, and the promotion is extremely fast."

"It is an extremely difficult monster."

"If you don't find it out, I'm afraid our disciples will be stared at as prey."

After Fengquan said, the conference room fell into a dead silence.

The dignified atmosphere is like a lead block, and it is pressing on everyone's hearts.

For a long time, Qin Luo slowly spoke. He looked around and said, "Since it is determined to be the inheritor of the spiritual magic meritorious, he can't sit still."

"Continuous drag will only continue the casualties expand."

The Lord Lingxiao took a deep breath and sighed: "We are naturally clear."

"It's just that the inheritance of the spiritual magic meritorious power of the spiritual meritorious meritorious merit is hard to find. In the past, although we had the heart of encirclement, we always fluttered."

"That is, the inheritor of the swallowing magic merit that year was too stupid to expose early, which allowed us to destroy it before it was fully developed."

Having said that, his brows were locked, his fingers knocked unconsciously on the desktop, making a noise, revealing the anxiety of his heart.

"About this."

Qin Luo cough softly, saying: "Our alliance's technology can develop the instrument that tracks the owner of the black liquid in the blood."

"As long as you look for it through this special liquid, there is a great probability to find who is the inheritor of the magic power."

Once this says.

Everyone stunned: "Can this be?"

"Well, after all, it is a modern technology society."

I see.

Is this the power of technology? Intersection

Fengquan in the Taichung Holy Land hugged his arms and thought about it for a while: "I will go back to report the righteous father."

Speaking, he looked at Qin Luo and said seriously: "Also invited Mr. Qin to attack the inheritors of the inheritance of the demon, according to past experience."

"The attack of the inheritance of the spiritual magic power is regardless of the occasion and the crowd."

Qin Luo nodded, his eyes dignified: "Understand."

After a moment.

Everyone leaves.

".. "

"Oh."

Qin Luo's dignified expression gradually converged. He leaned on the back of the chair, and the corner of his mouth slightly evoked.

His eyes glanced at the shadow in the corner: "Are you used to this body?"

"T1's Ling Yu."

The words fall.

Guru ~~

Ling Yu came out of the shadow intact, and her body was still surrounded by the black mist that was not scattered.

The pair of normal eyes are now filled with black black, showing the cold and strange atmosphere of stocks.

After he stood, he lowered his head slightly, as if to adapt to this transformed body, and then he responded with a sullen voice: "It's okay."

Qin Luo looked at him, and the smile in the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious: "Very good, there will be more important tasks to you."

"Now the ancestors have aimed at the so -called inheritors of the so -called swallowing magic merit, and you play this role, make a move for them, and stir more muddy water."

"Um..."

"Three days later, there was an ancient site in Wangcheng. Do you understand what I mean?"

Ling Yu didn't hesitate at all, nodded: "Yes."

"But adults, I still don't understand one thing."

"Say."

Ling Yu: "......."

"What does T1 mean?"

Qin Luo heard his words, stood up, and walked towards Ling Yu. He patted Ling Yu's shoulder and laughed: "Then, use it, you are the destiny of T1."

"......?"

"Don't question the question, you will have more teammates like you afterwards."

"Okay, adults, and one more thing."

"Why are you so much, let's say."

Ling Yu paused, and then said carefully: "I want to find my brother Xiao Fei, I think he has not died."

Qin Luogu looked at the other party: "That must not die. How did he die? Otherwise, why do you think I come to you to turn you like this? Am I too boring?"

Ling Yu: "..."

Sometimes Ling Yu wants to say that you have turned me like this. Is it difficult to erase my feelings?