Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao sighed.

If he wanted to gain an advantage over the weapon, he had to use the God-killing Sword Soul or the Bloodthirsty Sword Soul, but unfortunately, he didn't want to be exposed, so these two methods could not be used for the time being.

After all, many people know that Ling Xiao is skilled in swordsmanship.

Although simply using a knife might not expose him, Ling Xiao still wanted to avoid it as much as possible. There were too many people here, so it was better to be careful.

Of course, what's more important is that he has other means, and there is no need to rely on the sharpness of the weapon.

"Just try that move!"

Faced with another killing move from the young man in white, Ling Xiao showed a cold smile.

"Soul thorn!"

With an extremely powerful divine thought blooming.

Like a three-edged thorn condensed by divine thoughts, it instantly penetrated into the soul sea of ​​the young man in white.

"You go ahead and let the wind take its course. Just keep your last name and first name! That's a real low hand!"

It was already a headache for us, and we even had to dispatch Jiang Xianchu and Ye Lan's people, but Duan Yun actually solved it in such a nervous manner, which is simply incredible.

Piercing screams rang out outside the Douzong Gate, and everyone was stunned. The young man in white clearly had the advantage, holding the best imperial weapon, and was about to kill Ling Xiao, but suddenly he screamed, and the weapon in his hand became more powerful. It fell directly to the ground.

"Ahem, Master, you are a pretty boy after all, so you must have bad intentions when staring at you."

Those seven people are too rich to die.

Madman Xiao looked at Jiang Haochen and said, "Is that what you mean?"

Ye Jinghong shook his head.

Yaksha gate.

Ye Jinghong added.

The young man in white had no time to react.

Ling Xiao is too weak!

"Oh? Did you think he would be so straightforward?"

"Okay, I'm disturbing his practice. I'm going to do something for my master!"

"It really doesn't mean anything!"

…

"he!"

Duan Yunyi frowned and said: "This boy is too terrifying. Although I am willing to deny it, Jiang Xianchu and Ye Lan may not be my opponents... but my origin is too suspicious. How can such an outstanding person be so unlucky?" Are you even famous? It’s incredible!”

"What just happened?"

Ling Xiao replied casually.

"You know what he is going to say. The Holy Church seems to be planning to leave Northern Xinjiang. After leaving, we will search more crazily. By then, the entire Northern Xinjiang will become a purgatory."

"Master, you've whetted your appetite, but did you get any results?" Ling Xiao said something for a while.

I can't even make a sound anymore.

"Master, you are wise and mighty. Can you tell if you are honest? Besides, you can't bear to be honest to a pretty boy like you."

"Soul thorn!"

In the small hall of Douzong.

The most outrageous thing is that except for the top-grade imperial-grade white sword possessed by the young man in white, the other seven people also possess low-grade imperial-grade weapons.

You know it by looking at it, and you’re really shocked when you see it.

When Madman Xiao said those words, his face was very serious.

"Brother, the leader has been arrested. You have no grudge against me. What happened to Haochen is entirely your own fault. It's just that you were deceived by Haochen's words at the time, so your judgment was unclear."

Duan Yun was immediately overjoyed.

"Yes!"

Jian Qingyun also had a look of shock in his eyes: "This is the soul thorn outside Wanjuan Tower. You have seen it before. It requires extremely weak soul power to control."

In addition to the storage rings of seven people, the total number of high-grade spiritual stones alone is less than 700 billion.

I'm just shocked.

"There is no Douzong, but there are not many forces under the mountain. Although we have fallen now, our ancestors have all been developed, and there have even been low-level players in the martial spirit realm. Naturally, there will be no Jiangfeng domain. When he goes down the mountain in the future, if he searches carelessly, he might not find it."

The night terror didn't make any sense.

It's actually quite bad to use martial arts soul to cover up the martial soul.

There was a ruthless look in Kuangren Xiao's eyes.

Ling Xiao sat outside and pondered for a while, then shook his head and finished checking the storage rings of these people.

You must know that the awakening of the martial soul may be delayed due to something, but the concentration of the martial soul must be achieved before reaching the martial soul realm.

"About my identity, you probably haven't guessed it yet." Xiao Kuangren smiled and said: "Junior brother, you know he is still angry with me, but after all, I have no killing martial soul skills, and Duan Yunyi What you did to me is really worthy of death, he should understand, right? You haven't been merciful to martial arts yet."

"yes!"

"That's bad! The reason Douzong can last for thousands of years is not because of the division of the sect. You hope that things will happen without scheming against each other within the sect. I hope he can understand."

Madman Xiao sighed and said: "It's a pity that few of the people at the foot of the mountain are not the lackeys of the Holy Church. They are basically living alone. You can only rely on yourself."

"This also allows us to destroy Northern Xinjiang!"

Is that guy Ling Xiao in Xuanbing Temple? When did you come to Douzong?

"His eldest brother, tell me honestly, has he condensed his martial spirit?"

Jiang Haochen nodded and said: "Senior brother, that matter has been discussed for now, about the Holy Church..."

"You're vague!"

"Can we really avoid the disaster in Northern Xinjiang by relying on you?"

Because he has never seen this kind of soul attack before.

Ling Xiao coughed dryly.

Ye Jinghong smiled and said: "He condensed the martial spirit, and Duan Yunyi, right? Jiang Fengyu is an ordinary martial skill that cooperates with the martial spirit, so it can explode with weaker power than the already used martial arts."

Duan Yunyi said.

"ah……"

"Is there no Duan Yunyi in Douzong?"

Ye Jinghong suddenly asked.

Ling Xiao smiled.

Ling Xiao shook his head, stretched out his figure, came to the young man in white, picked up the black top-grade imperial weapon on the ground, and stabbed it into the young man's Dantian.

Smiling, Ye Jinghong started the conversation with extremely jumping words, then turned around and left.

"What a pity, you are still too young after all!"

At this moment, there were loud shouts and cheers, and everyone was excited. There was also a strong awe in the eyes looking at Ling Xiao.

Duan Yun paid attention, waved his hand, and all the storage rings of these people flew into my hand and flew away through the air.

"A flatterer is too much for a teacher to hate!"

Then, he whispered in the young man's ear: "No matter who you pretend to be, you should not pretend to be from the Tyrant Empire, because you are not the Tyrant Emperor Duan Yun!"

Ye Jinghong held his chin and looked at Ling Xiao with a smile.

The young man wanted to speak, but he couldn't say a single word. The primordial thorn had not yet hurt my soul, and it was a serious injury.

Lu Xiong looked at Jian Qingyun and asked, with a look of confusion on his face.

…

Jiang Haochen had a helpless look on his face: "The real low-hands of the Holy Church have never taken action. Even the head brother, there is only a small gap between him and the seventh-rate low-hands of the Holy Church."

Everyone sighed, but few people even knew Duan Yun's name.

A lie requires thousands of lies to cover up, so I am too lazy to be honest, because the truth has actually covered up very little.