mad warrior emperor

Chapter 239 The Pain of the Soul

"Master, hurry up and save Second Miss!"

In a pavilion, a servant girl knelt on the ground and cried.

"Get up!"

Ling Jingtang yelled, then went around and walked to the bed next to her, Lingqian stood there, shouting helplessly: "Father, think of a way."

"Spirit!"

Ling Jingtang came to the bedside, flustered, helpless, could only watch, Lingxin was lying on the bed, his face was convulsed, his face was pale and bloodless, as if he was enduring some great pain, his body was constantly writhing.

However, he didn't make a sound and seemed very strong. This kind of strength moved everyone.

"Father, I'm fine, don't worry!"

Lingxin endured the severe pain, but instead comforted the bewildered Ling Jingtang.

"Heart!"

At this moment, Ling Jingtang couldn't bear it any longer, his suppressed emotions burst out, and in front of everyone, he shrugged his shoulders and burst into tears!

Not only him, even all the maids couldn't help crying.

"what happened?"

Henry Zhang stood aside, watching the scene where everyone was crying bitterly, frowned, and came to the bed, but saw the pain of Lingxin so much that a small face was distorted and convulsed.

This kind of pain, even if it is cut by a thousand cuts, is not an exaggeration!

"Let me see!" Henry Zhang stepped forward.

"Who told you to watch it, you leave here immediately." Immediately, Lingqian stood in front of Henry Zhang and scolded.

"Go away!"

Henry Zhang is also furious, this woman is simply disgusting, the younger sister is suffering, but she still has the mind to target him.

bang!
Henry Zhang directly pulled Lingqian away, stepped forward anxiously, and said, "Patriarch Ling, let me have a look."

"Young Master Xiao, take a quick look, don't let her suffer any longer, as long as you can save him, I, Ling Jingtang, will repay you even if I go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire." Ling Jingtang secretly wiped away the tears from his eyes.

Feeling this kind of fatherly love, Henry Zhang was moved, and before he had time to think about it, he stretched out his hand, and his powerful spiritual consciousness scanned Lingxin's whole body, and immediately his face changed, and he turned his head to look at Lingjingtang.

Ling Jingtang understood the meaning in Henry Zhang's eyes, and immediately scolded the people next to him: "You all leave here and wait outside."

Hearing this, the maids all got up, wiped away their tears, walked out of the room, and silently prayed for the second young lady.

"You go out too!" Seeing Lingqian standing beside, Lingjingtang also shouted, hearing this, Lingqian gave Henry Zhang a surprised look, walked out of the room, and closed the door.

"Patriarch, what's going on?" Henry Zhang asked.

"Young Master Xiao, do you have a way, can you temporarily stop her pain?" Ling Jingtang asked anxiously without further explanation.

"Let me try!"

Said, Henry Zhang put his hand on Lingxin's hand again, his eyes flashed with nine-colored divine light, and the nine-colored soul power was conveyed towards Lingxin, and then gathered towards the heart of Lingxin.

After searching with his spiritual sense just now, Henry Zhang discovered a shocking fact, that is, there is a blood sword stuck in Lingxin's heart!
Just ask, who wouldn't feel pain if a blood sword was stuck in the heart!
That kind of pain is unbearable even for some strong-minded people, let alone a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl!
Henry Zhang's spiritual consciousness locked the position of the heart, and he saw a trace of spiritual consciousness attached to the blood sword. It was the effect of these spiritual consciousness that caused the pain of the soul.

Therefore, Henry Zhang did not move in vain, but cleared all these consciousnesses.

Just at this time, in a large hall, a figure sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the void, and looked at the Ling family.

In the room, Henry Zhang didn't know this, and after getting rid of his spiritual consciousness, he began to mobilize the nine-color soul power to repair the heart of Lingxin.

The nine-colored soul power possesses miraculous healing powers, and when continuously gathered, it is very effective. The pain on Lingxin's face eased a lot, and soon afterward, she calmed down.

However, this inhuman pain also tortured the soul to the point of fainting.

"call!"

Henry Zhang's consciousness also retreated.

"How is it?" Ling Jingtang asked anxiously.

"It's just a temporary relief!" Henry Zhang said with a dark brow.

"Master Xiao, I, Ling Jingtang, beg you to save Lingxin, I will kneel down for you." Seeing that the pain on Lingxin's face eased, Lingjingtang was also relieved, and immediately knelt down towards Henry Zhang, In his opinion, Henry Zhang must have a way.

"Patriarch Ling, you can't do it!" Henry Zhang hurriedly grabbed Ling Jingtang who was about to kneel down, and motioned him to sit down first.

After sitting down in the Lingjing Hall, Henry Zhang asked straight to the point: "Master Ling, tell me first what happened to the blood sword on Lingxin's heart?"

"Blood Sword!"

At the mention of two words, Ling Jingtang's fists were clenched, his eyes were completely red, and endless hatred erupted in his eyes!

Then he slowly revealed a fact!
The story started when Lingxin was ten years old. At that time, Lingxin unintentionally awakened a strange physique, an ethereal body.

This kind of physique is extremely special, possessing an ethereal heart.

The ethereal heart is very miraculous, it can make the host's cultivation level skyrocket, and it can also allow other warriors to enter the supreme ethereal realm of cultivation, allowing the warrior's cultivation base to increase rapidly.

Of course, it also has another function, that is, the host!
It was the special physique of the latter that led to the later ending, until a month after the awakening of the soul, a mysterious young man suddenly came, very powerful, and defeated Ling Jingtang with one move.

At the same time, he stabbed a fierce killing sword into the heart of Lingxin, and used powerful means to prevent Lingxin from dying.

The purpose of doing this is to treat the spiritual heart as a sword slave, raise the sword with the ethereal heart, and promise to come and get the sword after four years!
After that, every three or four months, there would be a divine sense to probe here. At this time, the blood sword would tremble, and the soul would also suffer from pain. For four full years, from the initial crying to faint , until now I am holding my teeth...

"Raise a sword!"

Hearing this, Henry Zhang's eyes were also full of hostility, and his murderous intent rose to the extreme.

"Piercing a bloody sword into a little girl's heart forcibly, so as to raise the sword, and as long as the sword is pulled out, the soul will surely die. Damn beast, so vicious!"

The anger in Henry Zhang's heart could not stop bursting out.

Lingxin is not just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, kind and innocent, and someone treats her so cruelly, not to mention Henry Zhang, even a stranger will be angry if he hears it.

"When will he come?" After a long silence, Henry Zhang raised his head and asked Ling Jingtang.

"Soon, this period of time should come, but I can't do anything about it." Ling Jingtang was about to burst into tears, thinking of the tragedy that was about to happen, he was mad with hatred!
"How strong is he?" Henry Zhang also had a gloomy face, and continued to ask.

"How strong?" Ling Jingtang murmured, thinking of the fear of that person, he felt a sense of powerlessness, and said dejectedly: "I don't know now, but four years ago, he was the first-rank Wu Gang, and I, Wu Gang Tier [-], defeated by him with one move."

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