Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao was not worried at all about what kind of trap it was. The other party had better not plot against him, otherwise, he would not mind letting the Houtu Temple disappear from the Central Continent.

He really does what he says.

The decoration inside the main hall is not luxurious, it can only be said to be quite satisfactory.

There were several people sitting inside, and their auras were a bit strong.

There is no doubt that these people should be high-level officials of the Houtu Temple. They gather here mostly to see Ling Xiao.

"Are you Ling Xiao?"

Sitting in the top position was a middle-aged man, about forty or fifty years old.

This person should be the master of Houtu Temple.

When he asked questions, he also showed an unconcealable domineering air.

His figure is as burly as a mountain, giving people a calm and powerful feeling.

The Lord of Houtu Hall is a weakling at the peak of Feitian Realm, and may not even have even stepped into the Breathing Realm.

A pair of deep eyes that seemed to be able to see into people's hearts, shining with sharp light. The bridge of his nose is high and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, exuding an aura of calmness and authority. Her black hair is as thick as ink and flutters in the wind, adding to her heroic aura.

His face is resolute and has clear lines, like a carved work of art.

Why bother with that evil star if something happens?

The pitiful Lord of the Houtu Hall had half a foot in the Breathing Realm, but was suppressed by the White Wood God's pendant. Facing Ling Xiao's attack, there was nothing he could do.

I really couldn't help but cry.

The moment the light bloomed, all the pressure of the Lord of the Earth Temple was shattered.

My words and deeds all revealed a calm and compulsive temperament, as if everything was under my control.

My face was pale and there were beads of sweat under my forehead. It was an experience I had never experienced before.

"He dares!"

At this moment, Ling Xiao knew that he could block it.

I felt a pressure as light as a mountain emanating from under the palace master, like a tangible giant hand, tightly holding my throat, making it easier for me to breathe.

I took a deep breath, weakly suppressed the fear and depression, and tried to restore the intensity in my heart.

Ling Xiao has always taken that pendant seriously after that, but now it seems that Bai Mu Shen still can't. Although he plotted against me, he gave me that kind of treasure and even promised to protect my Ba Tian Empire. Year.

At this moment, Ling Xiao felt as if the sky was about to collapse. This feeling of lightness made me very excited.

The Lord of the Houtu Temple feels aggrieved.

"Let you kneel down for him? Who is he? Now, he kneels down for you!"

Ling Xiao's sinister and hot breath made me really impatient.

boom!

I raised my head and met the palace master's gaze, with hesitation shining in my eyes.

At this moment, the Houtu Palace Master who was sitting under the seat was blasted up, lying on the ground, standing up from his feet.

"So annoying!"

"You are too lazy to talk to him now, just take out the Stone of the Dead, otherwise, you will destroy the Thick Earth Temple now."

He is much taller than ordinary people, like a majestic mountain peak, standing on the earth, which is intimidating.

The gap in cultivation is too small.

Ling Xiao stood behind the master of the Houtu Temple, his originally upright figure now looked less rickety.

The resentment that followed was all gone.

boom!

I walked over, stepped on the head of the Houtu Palace Master, and said hotly: "Give him face, right? I came there because it was the glory of their Houtu Palace. His disciples later tried to kill him." You, he wants me to kneel down again, believing that you destroyed his Earth Temple!"

I tried hard to straighten my back, but this force was like an invisible shackle, binding me tightly.

Ling Xiao sighed and was about to ask Li Yunkuang to help. At this moment, the pendant I was wearing under my neck burst into dazzling light.

But just like that, the Houtu Palace Master even spit out a mouthful of blood, looking less embarrassed.

He exuded a powerful aura that made people afraid to look directly at him. Whenever I perform my exercises, the air around me vibrates, as if even the space is trembling.

On top of that pressure, Ling Xiao felt as if his cultivation had become insignificant, and the confidence and strength I lacked were ruthlessly crushed by that force.

This person's aura is extremely powerful, as if a tiger is dormant in the forest, ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

Although my body was still bound by the pressure, my heart broke free.

My existence is the pillar of the Houtu Temple, and I am also a role model in the hearts of countless warriors.

The Master of Houtu Hall was stunned for a moment, thinking that Ling Xiao actually blocked his terrifying pressure.

I roared like a wild beast: "The Douzong he belongs to has not been targeted by the Holy Church. Once the Holy Church uses its real power, they will have no chance at all. Even though they know how he can burst out with such terrifying power, Pressure, but does he really think that just because of that, he can’t threaten your Earth Temple?”

"Huh?"

Ling Xiao suddenly looked at the Master of Houtu Hall, and a terrifying aura was released from my body.

The robes rustled in the wind, like the beating of war drums, urging people to retreat. There is a long sword hanging on my waist, the sword body flashes with cold light and exudes a sharp aura.

Ling Xiao said.

My heartbeat was speeding up and my blood was boiling, but I felt as if I was nailed to the ground by that force and I couldn't move.

The palace master's pressure was as fierce as a violent storm, as if it was about to swallow Ling Xiao's entire body.

If there had been no Bai Mu Shen, I would have had very little hard work.

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth and used all his strength to finally straighten his back against the pressure.

Suddenly, the Lord of the Houtu Temple released a weak pressure, like a special white snake, pressing towards Ling Xiao,

His skin was like steel that had been tempered for thousands of times, exuding a bronze luster and looking extremely hard.

I know that it is an opportunity for me to grow and to break through myself.

The master of the Houtu Temple is only a weak warrior, but also a wise man who is well versed in the ways of martial arts.

The pressure just now, if it is full force. That time, there was no mercy.

That power naturally belonged to Ling Xiao, but came from this strange pendant.

"It's wrong, you start with Ling Xiao!"

More majestic pressure was released.

Ling Xiao raised his hand and cut off an arm of the Houtu Hall Master without using a single blow.

I knew I could give in like that, and I had to withstand that pressure, otherwise I would never be able to surpass myself.

I felt that my soul was tempered by that pressure and became more resilient and resilient.

boom!

Ling Xiao's eyes were fixed on the palace master, with a light of resignation in his eyes.

"His bad courage!"

I was wearing a white robe with mysterious totems embroidered under the robe, which made me look solemn and mysterious.

Immediately, I laughed warmly and said, "Sir, if he kneels outside obediently, it will do no harm to him!"