Chapter 655: Recollection

In the midst of confusion, Ling Xiao did not know where he was, because he did not recognize the environment around him at all.
It was a white sea of ​​clouds, and he stood on the soft cloud.
Ling Xiao tried to take a few steps, and the soft cotton-like cloud could still support the weight of his body. He couldn’t bear the signs of falling down.
Looking up into the sky, Ling Xiao saw an empty blue sky, no clouds, no sun.
Ling Xiao looked at his feet again, what was under the clouds, but he could not see it at all.
"What the is this." Ling Xiao frowned, trying to use his own mental power to investigate the surrounding, but he reluctantly found that in this place, his spiritual strength can only spread to the range of about 100 meters.
Ling Xiao knows that he is now a "little ghost", and he doesn't know where to go anyway, so just stroll around.
Walking forward, Ling Xiao discovered that the scenery under his feet began to change. The foot that was originally covered by the cloud became transparent, allowing him to look down from the top.
The hill below is exactly where Ling Xiao’s last thought was after Wang Zhongbo’s fist, his childhood home.
Ling Xiao took a closer look, there are many people on the mountain that are fighting, and many people are besieging one person.
The man was holding the of the gods, and it was the father of Ling Xiao.
"Hey." Ling Xiao exclaimed, and wanted to rush down, only to find that his feet were not empty, but the clouds that covered him became transparent.
In his current state, he wants to break the clouds and go below. That is impossible.
Therefore, Ling Xiao can only stand here and hold his fist and watch.
Hundreds of gods and souls dressed in black and white costumes besieged Ling Feng, but they were blocked by Ling Feng’s knife and stalks for dozens of meters.
Ling Xiao recognized the costumes of these people. These guys were the minions brought by the old man who claimed to be his mother's father.
If Ling Xiao did not guess wrong, the situation at this time was exactly what he saw when he was in a coma.
Ling Xiao was taken away by his mother, and his father Ling Feng was responsible for the break.
It seems that now is the situation when my father was in the post.
"Here, I can see my past." Ling Xiao was not curious, although he knew that it was the past, but he still squeezed a sweat for his father.
"The old went to find Jinger." Ling Feng noticed that the old man was gone, and the murderousness began.
"You will give me all to die." Ling Feng shouted, and the of the gods was thrown out by him, spinning around, spinning around his body at a very fast speed, and then returning to him. Hands.
The trajectory that the gods have drawn has a layer of black light that spreads out like a water pattern, making a creaking sound.
Hey, after a stroke, Ling Feng spit out a large amount of blood, inserting the knife tip into the ground, holding the handle with both hands, and gasping with a big mouth.
It seems that this trick cost Ling Feng a lot of soul power, so he had to stop and rest and adjust.
The hundreds of guys who had been besieging Ling Feng just stopped in the same place. Everyone looked empty and empty, as if they were ignorant.
A little while, Ling Feng pulled out the of the gods from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and went to the direction where his wife had fled.
Behind him, the bodies of the hundreds of guys slanted down from the shoulders until a long mark appeared on the other side of the waist. The blood spurted out of the bloodstains and creaked. Like the water mist of a fountain.
After the blood spray was sprayed, half of the hundreds of guys slid down the blood mark and slammed on the ground, revealing their deadly wounds.
Every corpse is the same, the same place is smashed, the wound is smooth and smooth, as the most precise measurement, without any flaws.
The of the gods is indeed a perfect weapon for killing people.
Ling Xiao, who stood on the top of the transparent cloud, took a breath of air. The killing of the gods was not going to happen. It seems that this trick should be the father’s own creation of the gods.
Ling Feng disappeared into Ling Xiao’s line of sight. Ling Xiao wanted to know what happened next, so he quickly followed up.
In a short while, Ling Xiao came to the place where his memory was interrupted last time, and saw the figure of Ling Feng.
In front of his father Ling Feng, there is his mother, and the old chop that the mother called his father.
They have stopped fighting, and the old chopped staring at the mother who was weeping, and her face was indifferent.
At that time, he was lying in his mother's arms, and his breath and soul were full.
"How could this be the case, I actually died at that time." Ling Xiao from his mother looked at his sad and desperate look can be judged that at that time he was already dead.
Ling Xiao originally knew that he was the father of the of the soul of the soul to resurrect, but I did not expect that he was this kind of death.
The childhood cockroach looked extremely complete from the outside, but the bones of his body were broken, not to mention the extent to which the internal organs were damaged.
The young corpse fell softly in his mother's arms, and the painful face was hung before dying. Imagine how painful it was to get the moment.
"Murong Huatian, you old bastard, my son's life is coming." Ling Feng's hair is moving without wind, and the whole body is instantly shrouded in a group of extremely rich black gas. The of the hand is bright and dark, flashing A fascinating light of darkness.
"Mu Ronghuatian, that old miscellaneous is actually Murong Huatian." Ling Xiao's "heart" slammed a bit, he wanted to let his stiff face move a few times, but he found all his own expressions The function has temporarily lost its effect.
Ling Xiao did not expect that his mother's father, even the soul of the soul of Murong Huatian.
The mother is the daughter of Murong Huatian, the master of the soul, and the father is the son of the of the devil. It is no wonder that Murong Huatian will obstruct the marriage between his father and his mother.
Who would be willing to marry his daughter to the son of the enemy, not to mention that Murong Huatian was not a broad-minded person.
Seeing Ling Feng so excited, Murong Huatian knows that the war is inevitable.
Preparing to fight with Ling Feng, Murong Huatian did not know why, his face suddenly changed slightly, hateful: "Ling Feng, first spare you a life, wait for me to solve the problem over there, come to you again Calculate."
"Take off." Ling Feng can be regardless of Murong Huatian is really a thing or awkward, hand lifts the gods high jump, a knife toward Murong Huatian mammoth.
call.
A black giant knives with a length of more than 100 meters long smashed toward Murong Huatian. This is the tangible knife that Ling Xiao first saw the of the gods.
Murong Huatian had no intention of fighting, and he took out a golden shield and blocked it. He took the opportunity to use the teleportation skills to leave here.
Bang.
The golden shield couldn't stop the power of the gods, and it exploded.
After the shield broke into countless golden light spots, the sorcerer's knives continued to squat down. Then, the ridge above the sky saw the most horrifying scene in life.
Knife fell on the ground, and the soil on the ground was up a hundred meters high.
The powerful force is like a giant bulldozer, and the 100-meter-high soil wave extends infinitely along the front of the knife.
After the earth wave, Ling Xiao was shocked to see that a deep bottomless crack is like a black giant snake lying on the ground, without seeing the head before, and not seeing the tail.
Countless heat waves with magma Mars spurted from the cracks that were more than a dozen meters wide. It seems that Ling Feng’s knife was actually above the center of the continent.
This time, Ling Xiao finally let his face slam a few times, and the mouth kept smashing and chanting: "Daddy, old man, how can you be so fierce... As your son, I am really a big pear." what."
However, the old man who is so fierce is still unable to help the soul of the soul, Murong Huatian, the strength of the guy, in the end what is terrible, Ling Xiao really can not imagine.
Hey, just as Ling Xiao imagined the mightyness of Murong Huatian, his old Ling Feng suddenly fell to the ground and stunned.
"Maple." Ling Xiao's mother, holding Xiao Ling's body, hurriedly rushed to Ling Xiao's father, Ling Feng, and burst into tears.
Within one day, his son died and his husband was seriously injured. Ling Xiao deeply felt the grief of his mother.
"Mother, where are you now, if you can see you, you will not let you be so sad again..." Looking at the mother’s face that became extremely embarrassed because of crying, Ling Xiao has a tear. The sorrow and grief, but he is now a soul, and there is no tears.
However, what Ling Xiao didn't know was that his body lying in Xihe City is now full of tears.
"The next thing will look like it." Ling Xiao was very curious, but the transparent cloud carrying the scorpion suddenly turned into a white one, so Ling Xiao could not see what happened next. .
"Damn, what the is going on." Ling Xiaoqi slammed the cloud with his fist, but he didn't have any strength at all, and the fist couldn't move the white clouds.
"Kid, don't be embarrassed." A slightly familiar voice came from behind him. Ling Xiao turned and saw that he saw someone he was unexpected.
At this point, Ling Xiao’s body has become a sea of ​​hustle and bustle. The sea water is undulating, and the ship that is not too big to park on the sea is pushed down.
There was a person standing on the deck, he didn't move, but the ups and downs of the sea made him seem to be shaking up and down, so Ling Xiao couldn't help but create the illusion that the person was shaking.
"How come you are here." Ling Xiao asked the man in surprise.
The old man with dark face and white beard is not the old captain who can be.