Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Boy, without those helpers, you are nothing! Die!"

The sword light drew a thrilling arc in the air, and finally struck Ling Xiao's original location with a bang.

There was a loud bang, and a huge hole was instantly blasted into the ground, with smoke and dust flying everywhere and gravel flying.

"His Majesty!"

Countless warriors in the Tyrant Empire looked at this scene in horror. If Ling Xiao died, their hope would be completely gone.

"Don't worry, I'm not dead!"

A voice rang out, and Ling Xiao was seen standing in the deep pit, surrounded by strange spirits.

"You are really a lunatic. If I don't take action, do you really plan to die?"

An unhappy voice sounded.

It is the Evil Spirit Emperor.

The surrounding buildings, trees, and rocks collapsed under the impact of that force and turned into ruins.

This hand was pale and transparent, emitting a faint blue light, as if it had traveled from the deep underworld.

We know very well that if we allow that force to rage, the consequences will be disastrous. So, we stepped forward with no determination, each releasing a weak barrier, trying to block the fatal blow from the Beijiang Hall Master.

The Spirit Emperor was also surprised that Xie Lingxiao was so much weaker than the other clones. Could it be that they were both in the martial spirit realm and the gap couldn't be so small?

"Demon Lord, goodbye!"

Ling Xiao looked at the Evil Spirit Emperor and smiled.

"You come too."

I stood quietly outside, as if I was breathing with the heaven and earth, and sharing the fate of all things.

"You go!"

Surrounded by that force, the figure of Beijiang Hall Master became smaller and more powerful, like a demon god walking out of hell.

After the eight people finished speaking, they released their most powerful force and formed a huge barrier. We must protect the entire Tyrant Empire.

Li Yunkuang also said.

Even the puppet that the hall master gave me, this trump card, will be destroyed.

No one would have thought that the first person to die would be the Spirit Emperor, but the Seventh Priest.

Xie Lingxiao actually killed the seven chief priests with one palm. That was outrageous.

He survived until he reached a hundred people.

Basically dating from the Hunyuan realm.

After saying this, the face of the North Border Hall Master suddenly changed and became hot, and my eyes shone with determination and madness, as if I wanted to swallow up the whole world.

My face was covered by a veil, revealing only a pair of eyes as deep as stars.

"Old man, I'll see you later. You've got to take the first step!"

He looked at the four chief priests and suddenly became furious: "Can't you just let me, an old guy, have a good rest for a while? I'm looking for death!"

The leader of Beijiang Hall suddenly roared, "Today, I still haven't recovered my strength."

"I can't die. Even if you don't take action, of course, I believe you will take action, even for yourself."

"yes!"

Those air currents were like sharp blades, drawing amazing trajectories in the air.

"withdraw!"

"Everyone, come together and help!"

"What are you worried about? He is studying the formation very hard. I'll see you in the future. Don't let you down!"

The Evil Spirit Emperor was really upset that he was tricked by this kid.

There is a deep and measurable chill in my eyes, which makes people shudder.

As I whistled, the surrounding air began to fluctuate violently, as if being pulled by a tangible force, forming violent air currents.

At this moment, I was watching the seven chief priests with enthusiasm, as if I was looking at a group of tiny ants.

Those eyes seem to be able to see through all illusions and see through the essence of everything in the world. My figure is small and tall, like a mountain that can be shaken, exuding a weak aura.

The seventh officiant died.

The little officiant looked at the few people around him, thinking that our loss was too small that time.

But so what if Gan, the appearance of Xie Hejing has made all our dreams come to nothing. Now is the time to escape, what are we waiting for?

With its appearance, the surrounding air seemed to solidify, and a tangible sense of oppression made everyone feel easy to breathe, as if they were in a world full of mystery and terror.

Under the protection of those few people, countless people felt a kind of intensity.

I suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed, the sound shaking the heaven and the earth, as if it was going to tear the whole world apart.

The whole process happened in an instant, as if it was a tragedy directed by the gods themselves.

When people came back to their senses, they saw that the huge ghost hand had not dissipated in a hurry, leaving only a messy scene and the smell of blood in the air.

The clone of the White Wood God released countless terrifying white trees, covering the sky and the sun.

Mu Bingyan looked at the Spirit Emperor: "Take care of the Xuanbing Temple for you!"

With the release of my power, the whole world seemed to fall into a doomsday-like scene. The howling wind and thunder and lightning seemed to swallow up the whole world.

"My eldest son, you would have returned to Northern Xinjiang eight years ago. This time is like the day of his death. You accept the battle today!"

Xie Lingxiao was dressed in a white robe, and the hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind, as if he had blended in with the white darkness.

In the face of the weak, few people can do anything, but at that moment, we cannot contribute our own strength.

With a heavy wave of my hand, this huge ghost hand came down like lightning, instantly smashing the seven priests into pieces.

Suddenly, his movements erupted like a gust of wind, making it dizzying.

The sudden appearance of Xie Lingxiao changed the entire battle situation.

But Xie Lingxiao was still standing quietly outside, as if everything had something to do with me. My eyes are still deep and indifferent, as if staring at the secrets of another world.

Here the Beijiang Hall Master is one against eight, and still has the upper hand, but the cracks under his body are getting fewer and fewer.

My existence itself is not a tangible oppression. People dare to look directly at me, and they dare to approach me easily.

I care about my own life and death, after all, I am just a puppet. I want to use that puppet body to die with the Tyrant Empire, and use my own power to completely destroy that land.

"Old Seven!"

My face was ferocious, and my eyes flashed with crazy light, as if I wanted to kill all my enemies.

"So annoying!"

However, it is that mysterious and majestic image that makes people feel awe and curiosity towards me.

The seven fingers are slender and sharp, like ancient bronze cast by time, exuding a warm and majestic aura.

Immediately afterwards, a jaw-dropping scene happened - in the void, a huge ghost hand slowly condensed into shape.

My body began to tremble violently, and waves of terrifying power surged out of my body, as if it was about to burst my body.

He suddenly grabbed the air, as if he was engaging in a thrilling contest with invisible forces.

He Jing roared: "For your sake, you have to save your strength!"

My heart was filled with endless anger and hatred. Those emotions burned in my body and turned into weak forces, constantly hitting the limits of my body.

The array demon also said.