Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao took the lead and charged into the stronghold.

There are no strong men above the third level of the Great Tribulation Realm in this stronghold, so taking it down is not a problem at all.

In the end, the lower realm warriors who occupied this place fled and died. The stronghold they just occupied was not yet warm, but it was captured again, and a large number of warriors were lost.

Death here is really death.

This is not a calamity pit, this is a primitive place, and death is the real end.

"It's really strange. It stands to reason that the overall strength of the lower realm is stronger than that of the upper realm. At least it is like this here in Baimang Mountain. I didn't expect that a stronghold was captured. I don't know what happened."

Yuyi said doubtfully.

"I'm also very confused. I'd better go to other strongholds and look. Maybe I can find the answer."

Ling Xiao said.

"Walk!"

The lower your understanding and the worse your talent, the harder it will be to do what you do.

When the eight people were about to approach, they were stopped.

However, that stronghold was also occupied by warriors from the upper realm.

As time goes by, it will be consumed quickly. In addition, the weaker the primitive power, the weaker the combat power in the primitive land will be.

From a distance, Gao Shun could smell the strong smell of blood filling the air.

The seventh level is like this to reach ten thousand years!

Gao Shun found a quiet place, sat cross-legged, and finished comprehending the primitive power.

Ling Xiao smiled, looked at the crowd and said, "It's okay to tell them. The lower world suddenly lost some weak mysterious helpers. Those people were all covered in white robes, and even their eyes were wrapped up. It was very scary.

"It's broken. Let them rest outside. You have to prepare for defense. You also know when these cute warriors from the lower realm will come."

At this time, the six people felt a little heavy.

Ling Xiao brought Gao Shun and his party into the city, then turned and left.

The body has not been disposed of yet.

No one was sweeping the battlefield, seemingly cleaning up the corpses and taking away the storage rings from these corpses.

Seven thousand years to go!

There had just been a fight there.

Without further ado, the six of them continued to set off towards the other stronghold closest to here.

It is the same as the ancient power.

Gao Shun asked suddenly.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to defend.

Okay, it’s time to talk outside. Come with you. Let’s retreat from the city to rest. No one knows when the last battle ended.

Eight hundred years!

"Are they from this realm? Where did they come from?"

Also, after the ravages of history and time, how can a city that can still stand or fall be destroyed by the battle of a few people.

"stop!"

In fact, there is no such vague boundary between warriors in the lower realm and upper realm.

The woman looked at Yuyi and replied, her attitude finally becoming a little more anxious.

Gao Shun muttered, no wonder I felt a strange energy when I retreated outside.

Yuyi explained: "You are from the Nishang Realm. You have just retreated to the primitive land. You were planning to find a stronghold to rest. Who knew you would encounter such a thing? By the way, your name is Yuyi. Do you know what my brother is called?"

All along, the two sides have been evenly matched, and no one can care about which one it is. So what happened all of a sudden? "

This time Ling Xiao was not impulsive. After confirming that the stronghold was captured, they set off again to the third stronghold.

Therefore, in the primitive land, geniuses will become more geniuses, and mediocre people will become more like-minded. If there is a way, it is fair that the world is like this, but it is obviously worse for geniuses.

It seems that the human body cannot absorb that kind of energy and can only store it in the divine realm within the body.

Of course, he cannot go out and come back again, but the period must be equal to the time he stayed.

We suddenly took action, bursting out with terrifying power, and not two of your strongholds were captured in a row.

"Haha, they were able to get out there alive. It seems that they are quite complicated."

In fact, it is not about extracting ordinary energy bodies from the air and then regressing and storing them.

For example, if he stayed for a hundred years, he would have to wait there for a hundred years before he could come back. "

Everyone was gearing up, with solemn expressions, as if they were preparing for the last battle.

Moreover, the foreign language is about the chronology of the sacred mountain!

If you want to stay in the primitive land for a long time, you must practice.

It seems that all the upper realm warriors from White Python Mountain have gathered outside.

But so far, there are only a few people who can practice to the eighth level.

The group of people casually observed Yang Si and the eight people, and then relaxed a little, but still remained vigilant.

Very slowly, we arrived at the eighth stronghold.

You can't stay for the next ten years if you are on the seventh level!

The most terrifying thing is that there are actually a fourth level warrior of the Great Tribulation Realm guarding that stronghold. There are hundreds of fourth level warriors of the Great Tribulation Realm.

There are very few warriors in the stronghold, at least less than 800,000, and not nearly one-eighth are warriors at the eighth level of the Small Tribulation Realm.

The eighth stronghold has finally not been taken yet.

If they do something bad, they will be kicked off the shelves, and they will be able to fight at that time. These people from the lower realm will let go of any warrior from the upper realm. "

"bad!"

Yes, your reaction is quick, there are more strongholds, and your strength is concentrated. It will be difficult for us to capture it.

"It's your people who made a mistake that time."

"Haha, he is indeed a newcomer and knows everything. Tell him the truth. Unless you master the primitive power, there is no way to draw the sacred pattern outside the primitive land.

I learned about the cultivation method of primitive power from Yuyi's mouth.

Yuyi continued to ask: "Brother Gao, what happened, and why was your stronghold captured by the lower realm.

The group of people followed Ling Xiao and retreated into the stronghold.

Yuyi explained slowly.

It is even rare for warriors from the upper realm to seek refuge in the lower realm, and warriors from the lower realm to seek refuge in the upper realm. Gao Shun and his party are very familiar with it. If we are cautious, we will naturally make mistakes.

That's thanks to the fact that the city outside is so strong that it will be shattered no matter how hard it is blasted.

Primordial power is what you call it, but it's not actually a strange energy out there.

Hagoromo breathed a sigh of relief.

One of them asked hotly.

"A certain Lingxiao family!"

Hundreds of people surrounded us, with fierce looks in their eyes. There was no blood on our bodies, and it looked like they still had time to change clothes.

"There is a misunderstanding. You are also warriors from the upper realm. You just discovered that the two strongholds are occupied by the lower realm. You came here specially to see if you can help."

They had just arrived in the primitive land, and something like this happened. This was definitely not a good thing. Who knows what happened to the stronghold in the lower realm.

"You have no doubts, and you also discovered later that these two strongholds seem to have no formation protection. It must be more dangerous if there is no formation protection."

"The bad statue outside was also attacked."

Although it is only in Baimang Mountain, who knows that similar things have not happened in other places.

It is the same as the power of heavenly calamity.

The original power cannot last for a year.

"Primal power!"