Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

When Ying Wuxia heard the words, his heart sank. She knew that what the leader of the Qixia Sect said was not false. The strength of the Holy Temple is indeed far beyond what the Tyrant Empire can match. However, she still firmly believes that Ling Xiao can save the day.

"He can't die." Ying Wuxia said firmly, "You don't understand his true strength at all."

The leader of the Qixia Sect sneered: "Are you talking about the backers behind him? Well, this time, they will not have another chance to take action. The four chief priests of the temple took action personally. Do you think Ling Xiao can still survive?"

When Ying Wuxia heard the words, he felt bitter in his heart. She knew that whatever she said at this moment was in vain. The leader of the Qixia Sect was determined to be associated with the Holy Church, and she could not change this fact.

However, she still firmly believed that Ling Xiao could create miracles. After all, he has counterattacked in desperate situations many times and created miracles one after another.

At this moment, in the distant Golden Crow Cave, a golden light rose into the sky. Jin Yan, Ling Xiao's best friend, finally walked out of the cave. He was covered in golden light and his aura was extremely terrifying. During this period of training, his strength has made a qualitative leap.

"Congratulations, young master, for coming out of seclusion and learning the unique skills of the Golden Crow Cave!" Everyone knelt down on one knee to express their respect to Jin Yan.

Jin Yan smiled, with a trace of confidence flashing in his eyes: "With my current strength, I am more confident to help the boss. Coupled with the power left by the old Jinwu, even if I face a strong man in the martial spirit realm, I can't help him." It can last about a quarter of an hour.”

Although Jin Yan's strength is still lacking compared to those top experts, I haven't tried my best to improve my strength. I know that only by becoming weaker can we help Ling Xiao in a worse way.

"Lord, there is no news that the Northern Xinjiang Holy Church has invited people from the sect's main hall to help. I'm afraid they don't have the intention to devour the Tyrant Empire. What are your plans?"

However, at this moment, the Evil Spirit Emperor snorted.

"Southern Territory?"

"When will it come?"

I haven't sworn yet that I will keep that eldest son no matter what. That is definitely the hope of the Demon Sect, but that person's character is not like that. He is very awkward. He is willing to speak out or even show it.

Qishui Kui explained.

Jin Yan's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he immediately returned to the training room again.

During that half-month period, Ling Xiao tried various methods and examined his own heart. I recalled all the experiences I had along the way from Tianlong Continent. These hardships and gains have become valuable assets for me to find a way to integrate.

Finally, on the seventieth day, Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly released two rays of light. An earth-shaking dragon roar was released from my body, causing the entire Muzhou to tremble. Seven divine dragons soared into the air from within my body, circling and flying in the air, releasing an aura as powerful as the sun.

"It is indeed necessary to speak out."

"Good or bad, in that month you should first consolidate your strength. Before one month, even if you die in battle, it is still worth it."

I didn't say anything, I just looked at Ling Xiao with this deep look. I can't express the shock in my heart with words, but I am also vague. At this time, Tang Wen has not needed my protection for many years. I have grown Richeng into a real weakling, a being that can make the entire Demon Sect proud.

Before that, the seven divine dragons completed their rapid fusion.

Each of the seven dragon souls contains relatively weak power, but they are also independent and compatible with each other.

Ever since I successfully refined the Heart of Earth, my cultivation level has been as strong as breaking bamboo, and I have soared all the way to the eighth level of Feitian Realm. That speed, even if you look at the entire Northern Xinjiang, is astonishing.

"A month ago."

I know very well that the true path of the weak lies not only in the improvement of cultivation, but also in the control and use of power. Therefore, I turned my attention to these seven kinds of dragon souls in my body.

In the end, the seven divine dragons completely merged into one, turning into a divine dragon possessing seven broken seven-element attributes.

Every attempt is like dancing under the tip of a knife. If you are not careful, your efforts may be in vain or even your life may be endangered. But Ling Xiao did not shrink from this. I firmly believe that as long as there is no faith in the heart, one can defeat all odds.

The aura emanating from the dragon's body was much weaker than any other dragon soul after that, as if it could destroy the world.

"Congratulations to him!" At this time, a pleasant voice came. Qiu Shuikui hurriedly appeared, and you looked at Tang Wen with a heartfelt smile on your face. You said: "Even in your era, such young and weak people at the peak of Feitian Realm are rare."

Jin Yan asked.

…

At that moment, Ling Xiao seemed to have understood many mysteries between heaven and earth. My cultivation soared again, from the eighth level of Feitian Realm to the peak of Feitian Realm. I stood outside, like a god with a lower body, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

one person asked.

So, I calmed down and finished trying to fuse the seven dragon souls.

Ling Xiao was stunned for a moment, I had never heard of that place.

Ling Xiao, the lord of the Tyrant Empire and the person the Holy Church was determined to kill, was immersed in the world of cultivation.

I am constantly thinking and understanding, looking for a path that suits me.

Tang Wendao: "Yes, even because of this, the Holy Church has not planned to jump over the wall. Haven't we done anything ordinary recently? You doubt that we will really wait for the return of the Northern Border Hall Master eight years ago."

"without!"

"The Southern Territory is compared to the Northern Territory. The Southern Territory is closer to the center of Baize Continent, is richer, and has a more terrifying level of martial arts!"

Tyrant Empire, the vast Muzhou, a peaceful and vibrant land.

Just like that, day after day, Ling Xiao sat outside and moved, as if he was isolated from the world. I only have these seven kinds of dragon souls in my heart, and this one path leading to the truly weak. Half a month has passed, and my figure is still sitting here tenaciously, like an eternal sculpture.

Qiu Shuikui said: "Listen to what Ji Mingkong said, the Beijiang Holy Church seems to have contacted the sect master hall, and the sect master hall will send people to deal with him together."

Every fusion is like a transformation of life, and every transformation makes their power more terrifying.

It is not easy to integrate them. However, Ling Xiao did not shrink from this. I know very well that only through continuous attempts and efforts can we find this path to the truly weak.

It's only ten times weaker.

"This needs to be publicized beforehand, lest this temple dog jumps over the wall." Qiu Shuikui reminded: "At that time, you still have to be more high-profile and buy time. After all, the temple is far shorter than you think. "

However, Ling Xiao was not satisfied.

"And the most terrifying thing is that he actually fused seven top-level martial arts into one. The power of that martial soul is probably ten times weaker than the top-level martial soul. He can be called the first person in ancient and modern times. ." Qiu Shuikui's tone was full of admiration and admiration.