Ling Xiao knows very well that the reason why artifacts are called artifacts is because they possess extraordinary power and spirituality.

It is not easy to truly refine it. What he needs to do is not just as simple as dripping blood, but more importantly, he must establish a deep connection with this sword and make it become a symbol of his body and soul.

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"Do you think it's easy?" Demon Soul King's voice echoed in Ling Xiao's mind, with a hint of depth and seriousness.

"If you are not a demon cultivator, if you do not have the boiling demon blood flowing in your body, if you do not have the world-destroying demon needle that can shake the world and devour all things as your foundation, if you have not received the supreme recognition and inheritance of the demon lord's clone, even if you will

This sword is soaked in your boiling blood, and it will not respond at all, let alone recognize you as its master."

When Ling Xiao heard this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe in his heart.

He knew very well that what the Demon Soul King said was true. Behind every artifact, there were endless mysteries and conditions, which could only be obtained by those who were destined, let alone be easily controlled.

He looked at the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand. The simple blade seemed to become more mysterious at this moment, as if it was waiting to establish a connection with him that transcended matter and reached directly to the soul.

"It makes sense!" Ling Xiao whispered to himself, with a light of enlightenment in his eyes. He realized that identifying the owner by dripping blood may seem simple, but in fact it is just a ritual link in the entire refining process, which really determines everything.

It's the complex and subtle fate and fit between him and this sword.

No longer hesitating, Ling Xiao took a deep breath to stabilize his mind, and then gently bit his fingertip. A drop of blood containing his cultivation and will slipped quietly, and accurately dropped on the tip of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

superior.

At that moment, the air seemed to be filled with a faint smell of blood and demonic aura, making people feel palpitating and full of expectation.

As the blood dripped, the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword seemed to be activated, suddenly bursting out with a dazzling black light.

The black light contained endless magic and majesty, as if it could swallow up all light and vitality. The black light circled around the sword, condensed, and finally turned into a small black light pillar, rushing directly towards Ling Xiao's eyebrows.

boom!

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from Ling Xiao's body, as if a sleeping dragon awakened, releasing a powerful and heart-stopping aura. This aura was like a violent wind and rain, sweeping across the entire space in an instant, making the surrounding air tremble.

It was as if even time had stood still.

Under the impact of this force, an illusory figure slowly condensed in front of Ling Xiao. It was blurry and difficult to distinguish at first, but it became clear in an instant. It was a man in black, and his figure was tall and tall.

Majesty, surrounded by a faint black aura, exuding a kind of supreme domineering, as if he is the master of this world.

Demon Lord!

This name rang in Ling Xiao's heart, like thunder across the night sky, and he couldn't help but be shocked. He knew that the man in front of him was the master of the Demon Sect, the strongest man in the Baize Continent in the past, a man who made all the monks

Everyone is frightened by the news.

"Why don't you kneel down when you see me?"

The Demon Lord's voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Ling Xiao's heart, making him feel unprecedented pressure. His eyes were like deep black holes, as if they could see into people's hearts, making it impossible to look directly.

However, facing the majesty of the Demon Lord, Ling Xiao did not flinch at all. He straightened his back, looked at the Demon Lord firmly, and asked: "Why do you kneel?"

These four words, although brief but powerful, reveal Ling Xiao's unyielding and stubbornness. He knows that as a disciple of the Demon Sect, he should respect the Demon Lord, but respect is not the same as blind obedience and kneeling. He has his own dignity and principles.

, unwilling to lose oneself because of identity or status.

"You are a disciple of the Demon Sect. You should kneel down and worship me when you see me. This is etiquette and a rule!" The Demon Lord's voice sounded again, this time more sternly, and the black energy in his body became more intense, as if it would burst out at any time.

Ling Xiao felt the powerful pressure emanating from the Demon Lord, but he did not waver.

He knew very well that true strength lies not only in strength, but also in inner firmness and unyieldingness. He straightened his body, his eyes were like a torch, and looked at the Demon Lord, as if he was silently telling his position and beliefs.

"You, a loser who ruined the Demon Sect, should kneel down and apologize to all Demon Sect disciples," Ling Xiao's voice did not tremble at all under the overwhelming pressure of the Demon Lord, but became more firm and powerful.

A sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, and an unyielding light shone in his eyes.

"You actually want me to kneel down for you. It's really ridiculous. How can you, a sinner of the Demon Sect, get such confidence?"

His words were like sharp blades, piercing the illusory figure of the Demon Lord, as if challenging the former strong man's bottom line.

However, there was no fear on Ling Xiao's face. There was only determination and determination in his eyes, as if no matter what difficulties and challenges he faced, he could move forward without fear.

"Besides, why are you so awesome in front of me?" Ling Xiao's tone contained a hint of sarcasm.

"It's just a phantom, what can you do to me? I won't kneel down, what can you do? Come and bite me! Or are you planning to take back your Black Sky Sword and stop me from using it? Hum,

If that is the case, I would like to see whether it is the power of your phantom that is stronger, or whether my will, Ling Xiao, is more tenacious."

"..."

After hearing the words, the Demon Lord was silent for a long time. The illusory figure seemed to tremble slightly under Ling Xiao's gaze, as if it was touched by Ling Xiao's words. The surrounding air seemed to solidify at this moment, and even time seemed to slow down.

pace.

Finally, the Demon Lord broke the silence. He looked up to the sky and laughed. There was both helplessness and relief in his laughter: "Hahahaha, you are indeed a demon cultivator. Your personality and stubbornness are completely consistent with the way of demon cultivation.

You are indeed the most suitable person for demonic cultivation. That’s right, if you don’t kneel down, what can I, a phantom, do to you?”

However, there seemed to be a trace of imperceptible disappointment hidden in the devil's laughter. He continued: "However, I am not happy either. If you can be more pious and lower your posture, maybe I can help you.

Refining the Black Sky Sword faster will bring your strength to a higher level. But now it seems that all this is a luxury."

At this point, Demon Lord's voice became a little deeper, and he shook his head slowly, seeming to feel sorry for Ling Xiao's choice.

"Oh, since you are so determined, then I will comply with your 'good intention' and hand over the Black Sky Sword to the so-called Holy Church." A playful sneer appeared at the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth, with a cunning light shining in his eyes.
Chapter completed!