The grey fog continued to disperse, and the deathly aura continued to diminish. It could be said that because of the Silver Lightning Spear, even the surrounding deathly aura was affected. It was as if it had met its natural enemy, and it hid far away.
Very quickly, the gray mist on the undead spirit's body completely dissipated. The treasured sword formed by the stone tablet fell to the ground and shattered.
Under the corrosion of the deathly aura, the sword had already decayed. Now, because of the great battle, it was normal for it to shatter. On the other hand, the sword intent on the stone tablet would probably dissipate because of this and could not be retained.
The sword intent comprehension that remained in Xiao Yang's body was still incomplete after all.
Soon, Xiao Yang saw the original face of the grey fog's owner. It was a man who looked very strong. He stood there in a daze, and his expression did not change at all.
As expected, the soul of the dead spirit was from the Realm of the Gods.
At the same time, Xiao Yang felt that it was a pity. This fellow must have wanted to obtain all of the sword intent so much that he almost forgot himself. In addition to the influence of the deathly aura, his obsession had become even deeper than before. Therefore, in the endless years, he was constantly destroyed and eroded by the deathly aura.
Until now, there was only a little left of his soul. It was very weak and would not be able to hold on for long.
This person was a pitiful person. At the same time, he was also very sad. On the path of cultivation, sometimes, if there was a slight deviation, one would fall into a state of eternal damnation. One's soul would even scatter and be annihilated.
Soon, the remnant of the soul gradually regained some consciousness. There was some spirit in his eyes, but it was very weak. It was like a candle flame in the wind that could be extinguished at any time.
"This, what's going on?" The soul was slightly stunned and asked hesitantly.
Seeing that his opponent had finally returned to normal, Xiao Yang sighed helplessly. Now, he really couldn't bring himself to kill him. If it was a pure dead spirit, then the silver spear in Xiao Yang's hand would mercilessly shatter it, and it would never be able to reincarnate.
However, Xiao Yang could not be so ruthless. He even pitied the senior in front of him. Why did he have to suffer such a fate in the end? It really made people sigh.
"Who are you?" The remnant of the soul looked at the white-clothed man in front of him. He had never seen him before.
Xiao Yang shook his head and said, "I am Xiao Yang. I don't know when you entered the Tomb of the Gods, but I'm afraid it has been a long time. As for the reason, I may be able to explain it to you with my conjecture. "
Hearing this, the remnant of the soul's eyebrows s and his expression was full of doubt.
Soon after, Xiao Yang also began to voice his own conjecture. Although he did not see what happened before with his own eyes, he could still make a rough guess.
The remnant of the soul only felt that after he comprehended the sword intent, he fell into a deep sleep. He only woke up now, and he did not know what happened during this period.
However, as Xiao Yang's analysis continued to show the situation, the remnant of the soul also began to recall some details. The muddle-headed time was probably when he was eroded by the deathly aura. In the end, he completely lost his senses, and his soul had probably been completely eroded.
At this time, the deathly aura that was originally forced back by the thunderbolt power quietly spread again.
It could be said that the deathly aura was like the air in the outside world, pervasive and pervasive.
Previously, the deathly aura was stirred up only because of the relatively high-intensity collision. Now that it was calm, everything naturally returned to its usual state.
After listening to the analysis, the remnant of the soul smiled helplessly. He did not expect that a trace of obsession in his heart would turn him into a dead spirit that was neither human nor ghost.
"My name is Wu Xingliang. Thank you for waking me up. So, please continue to disperse my remnant of the soul. "The remnant of the soul smiled and said helplessly.
Now, the remnant of the soul also felt that the deathly aura was gathering towards him again. If his soul did not disperse, he would probably turn into a dead spirit again. At that time, he might even attack his own clan and harm his own descendants!
"I'll remember your name." After saying that, Xiao Yang closed his eyes and pointed the long spear in his hand. The remnant of the soul was annihilated and no longer existed.
This method could be said to be very helpless. Due to the erosion of the deathly aura, Wu Xingliang's soul was already very weak. Even if it was not affected, it would not take long for it to dissipate on its own. However, if he did not destroy it now, he would probably turn into a dead spirit due to the erosion of the deathly aura again.
Xiao Yang sighed helplessly and laid down on the ground, paralyzed.
There were too many strange places in the Tomb of the God of Sin. Although there were great opportunities here, it was also a land of death.
Presumably, the almighty beings of the God Realm were all born here. Presumably, it was under such desperate circumstances that they burst out with their potential. That was why it was like this.
However, just as Xiao Yang relaxed a little, he felt that the deathly aura had already invaded his body and wanted to corrode his physical body and soul.
Immediately, Xiao Yang did not dare to hesitate. He immediately formed a hand seal and the power in his body began to surge wildly, cleaning up the deathly aura.
As for the wounds, they were naturally nothing. They could be easily healed with a little trick.
A token suddenly appeared in Xiao Yang's hand. He was now thinking about whether he should leave this hellish place.
In this place, there was almost no spiritual energy at all. It was of no benefit to a cultivator, only endless harm.
If one really had to say why this place was worth coming, then there was only one point, and that was that in this place, there might be opportunities everywhere. If one's luck was good, one might be able to obtain an extremely precious technique. At that time, one would only need to cultivate a little to be able to increase one's strength.
Immediately, Xiao Yang got up, put away the token, and continued to move forward.
As the saying goes, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Now that there was a great opportunity, Xiao Yang was naturally willing to give it a try. Perhaps he could obtain some special opportunities this time.
How could he give up the opportunity that he had fought so hard for?
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