Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

After hearing Qiu Shuikui's words, Ling Xiao couldn't help but frown. It actually involves the Southern Territory Temple, which is much more difficult than he imagined. The leader of the Northern Territory Hall has not returned yet, and if the Southern Territory Saint Hall sends more experts to help, things will indeed become extremely difficult.

Although his heart was full of worries, Ling Xiao did not back down. At this point, there will be a life-and-death battle between him and the Holy Church, and it is expected that the Holy Church will find ways to deal with him.

He took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "How long will it take for the people from the Southern Territory Temple to come?"

Qiu Shuikui thought for a moment and replied: "There are still ten days at most."

Ling Xiao nodded and said: "Okay, then I will use these last ten days to consolidate my cultivation."

He knows that there are many factors that measure a person's combat power, but the level of his realm is undoubtedly the most critical factor. The higher the realm, the stronger the combat power. This is an undisputed fact. Therefore, he must ensure that his realm is stable so that he can remain invincible in the next battle.

In addition, he also needs to find some powerful trump cards to prepare for emergencies. After all, you will inevitably encounter powerful opponents in battle. If you don't have enough means to deal with them, you may be in trouble.

In the days that followed, Ling Xiao devoted himself wholeheartedly to training. He constantly consolidates his realm and improves his strength. At the same time, he also began to study some powerful martial arts and secret techniques, hoping to find some effective trump cards.

Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye it was the seventy-seventh day.

The atmosphere in Wei Cai's quiet hall suddenly became relaxed. The young chief priest suddenly issued an order: "Issue an order from the Holy Temple to summon all the forces under the mountain and the entire Wei Cai force. Eight days ago, a small meeting was held on the top of the Holy Mountain to discuss the crusade against the Tyrant Empire."

Hearing this, the Eighth Priest frowned slightly: "Brother, would this push these forces towards the Tyrant Empire? That would be a bad thing for you."

The young officiant suppressed the anger in his heart and replied respectfully: "Who is your Majesty?"

"The little chief priest, the Jinwu Cave at the foot of the mountain, the Murong Family, the Xuanbing Temple on the mountain, Douzong and other forces have not come back..." No one came to report, and they also mentioned that this mysterious underworld is Laoshan.

And these medium and large forces are even more likely to win. Either out of necessity or out of self-preservation, we all chose to stand on the side of the Holy Church.

We have heard of Ling Xiaotian's reputation for a long time, and the seven of us together are probably Ling Xiaotian's opponents.

The young priest said enthusiastically: "You have not been loose in the management of Tuoba in those years. You took advantage of that opportunity to take away the missing source of energy and let the outside become a ruin. Stay in that kind of ruin." Wherever you are, your realm can be improved."

Before that, the announcement from the Southern Territory Holy Church swept through the entire Tuoba like a violent storm. Both the sects hidden in the mountains and the forces in the prosperous areas were shocked by it. The Southern Temple, which had been silent for a long time, seemed to reveal its ferocious fangs and claws again at that moment, determined to completely eradicate all dissidents.

That time, Ling Xiaotian was used to level the entire Tuoba, destroying the Tyrant Empire and Wei Cai at the same time. That idea was really wrong.

"so bad!"

The people who came were all young people, eighteen in total, and no one was over eighty years old. Although the strength of those young people are very weak, basically they are weak in the breath realm, and none of them have even stepped into the Hunyuan realm, but the young priest is not satisfied.

As the order was issued, countless forces rushed to the top of the Holy Mountain like a tide. The Qixia Sect, the Martial Alliance, the Flame Temple, and other forces that had important positions in Tuoba all sent people to participate in the small meeting to beg the thieves.

In the eyes of a small minority, it is doubtful that the Holy Church will win. And these forces that originally supported the Holy Church now dare to express their stance again. We must consider ourselves and the future of the entire force.

"Tuoba Jun!" the young man replied. I glanced at the crowd around me and continued, "Besides them, there are not even eighteen people in the Wuhun realm, and the other low-level players must be said to be able to deal with a mere tyrant. The empire is still within reach? What are you waiting for?”

The most troublesome thing for the small forces is that the attitude of the Holy Church is very weak. It has made it clear that if you support us, you are an enemy of the Holy Church, and you will be mercilessly attacked by the Holy Church. That undoubtedly poses a difficult problem for the small forces. We must make a choice on which side to stand on.

What I need to see more is Wei Caitian, the weakling who can turn the tide. As for those young people, although their strength is common, they are still too young after all. Whether they can play their due role at critical moments is still unknown.

"Why do you still take action?" the young leader asked calmly, and there was a sense of dignity in my tone that could not be questioned.

As the crowd continued to gather, the atmosphere on the top of the Holy Mountain became more and more relaxed. A proud smile appeared on the face of the young officiant. I was very happy to see those forces so aware of current affairs.

The young priest smiled hotly and said: "Don't worry, the person sent by the Northern Xinjiang Holy Church is Ling Xiaotian. Although my strength is as strong as your hall master, I am much weaker than any of you. That time, you If it's bad, let's use the power of the Northern Xinjiang Temple to catch all these people who are acting treacherously. "

The seventh priest frowned and said: "Brother, your Southern Territory Holy Church is now very powerful. I am afraid that few forces are willing to get involved in that dispute, right? For us, it seems safer to remain neutral."

The little officiant also looked surprised when he heard this. The reinforcements I had been waiting for had finally arrived. However, when I saw the retreating crowd, the smile on my face gradually solidified.

The young officiant laughed warmly, I didn't take it seriously about those forces that would come in the future. "A group of guys who are looking for death." I said calmly, "It doesn't matter. Before that battle, even the entire Tuoba will exist. Those forces will come as they come."

The young priest laughed warmly and said: "You must be worried. You haven't run out of countermeasures yet. Make another announcement, telling us that we can either choose you or the Tyrant Empire. At that time, there is no neutrality at all. It is convenient to choose neutrality. I am against you!"

At that moment, the seventh chief priest ran over excitedly, with a joyful smile on his face. "Brother, bad news! The people from the Northern Xinjiang Temple are here!"

After all, although the Southern Territory Temple suffered a loss in the next confrontation, there was no help from the Northern Territory Temple that time, and its strength increased slightly.

With the intimidation of Northern Xinjiang Holy Church from the sky, who would dare to make it difficult to become an enemy of the Holy Church? After all, if Ling Xiaotian alone can defeat the entire army, what can the Tyrant Empire do to win?

The seventh and eighth chief priests were both excited.