Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Who dares to kill my people from the Southern Territory Temple!" Tuoba Jun's roar resounded throughout the sky, and his face turned red with anger, as if he was about to bleed. His fists were clenched, veins popped out, and his eyes flashed with crazy anger.

Thirteen of them, as the geniuses of the Southern Territory Holy Church, traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers to come to this northern land. They originally wanted to show off the prestige of the Holy Church. They never thought that before they actually went out to fight, there would already be two companions. A tragic death. Such a loss is simply a great shame and humiliation for the Southern Territory Church.

The anger in Tuoba Jun's heart was like a volcano erupting, uncontrollable. He couldn't accept this fact, let alone someone who dared to challenge the majesty of the Southern Territory Temple.

"Besides Tyrant Empire, I'm afraid there won't be anyone who dares to kill the temple." The chief priest's voice was a little heavy, and he sighed, as if he was also feeling helpless at this sudden turn of events.

When Tuoba Jun heard this, his face became even colder. He stared at the chief priest with a cold light in his eyes: "Northern chief priest, I now order you to start a war immediately and destroy the Tyrant Empire! Otherwise, I will send my father back directly. What will happen to your northern church then, huh..."

His words were full of threats, which made the chief priest's heart throb. He knew very well the status of Tuoba Jun's father in the Southern Territory Church. Once he really returned, the future of the Northern Territory Holy Church would be in jeopardy.

Although the chief priest was unhappy, the reality did not allow him to hesitate. He took a deep breath, suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "That's all, there are only two days left anyway, let's set off immediately and go to the Tyrant Empire."

As soon as that decision came out, the entire army was excited. The soldiers cheered. We had not been aggrieved for too long, and we finally had no chance to vent. We are eager to fight and wash away the humiliation of that period with the blood of our enemies.

As a result, the small army marched toward the Tyrant Empire in a mighty manner. Our steps were hesitant and weak, as if the entire small ground was shaking.

In the Tyrant Empire, Ling Xiao was sitting quietly on the top of a mountain, practicing with his eyes closed. My breath is calm and deep, as if it is one with heaven and earth.

"You are the king of the Tyrant Empire. Does he want you to be a deserter?"

Millions of warriors gathered into a torrent, and our breaths intertwined together to form a weak aura, which seemed to be able to tear the void and shake the world.

Ling Xiao's words are as powerful as a rainbow.

"You are leaving too!"

Ling Xiao suddenly said.

"But Your Majesty, have you ever thought about it? With your talent, you can escape early. In such a long time, even the Northern Territory Hall Master may be his opponent, not to mention Tuoba Tian."

"Forget it. After all, that crisis may have passed." Mu Xuanyu smiled bitterly.

"What's more, we still have to lose that battle."

Ling Xiao shook his head and said: "After so little experience, your hesitation in mind is unmatched by anyone else."

However, at that moment, my eyes suddenly opened, shooting out two sharp rays of light. I felt the vibration and noise coming from nearby, and knew that the enemy was not coming yet.

In that relaxed atmosphere, people also felt the fear and expectation brought about by the coming war.

"Because he hasn't left yet, you bet that he can win!" Southern Territory Saint and Xiao Kuangren almost answered in unison.

The rest, are there any cowards?

Under the battleship, there were densely packed warriors of the Templar Alliance. Our figures looked smaller and more powerful in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Forget it, in that case, let's fight."

Liu Yuanjin said.

"Let's go!"

I stood up, my body as loose as a pine tree, and my momentum as strong as a rainbow. I looked into the distance with a hesitant light in my eyes. I know that that battle is related to the life and death of the Tyrant Empire, and I must go all out.

"Could die."

"war?"

"Send the order and prepare for war!" Ling Xiao's voice spread throughout the empire like thunder, making everyone excited. We know that our king is not yet unprepared, and we will follow in his footsteps and face the upcoming little battle together.

"What you did is what you did. There's nothing to regret. It's just because of your decision that you died there. It's your own fault. It's even more likely that you regret it."

"Your Majesty, have you ever regretted it?"

Ling Xiao was not surprised.

Our arrival has made the entire Tyrant Empire feel unprecedented pressure, as if an earth-shattering war is about to break out.

Madman Xiao also said.

Ling Xiao said.

"That's right, then you should sacrifice your life to accompany the gentleman."

Under the city tower, Ling Xiao looked far into the distance. The huge sense of oppression brought by the fleet in the sky was even more terrifying than the next time, because that time, almost not 40% of the Northern Xinjiang forces joined the Holy Temple Alliance.

In the sky, a mass of white floating battleships loomed like dark clouds, rushing toward the Tyrant Empire.

No matter how nonsense Ling Xiao said, at that time, those who should have left had not yet left, and those who should have taken refuge with the enemy had not yet taken refuge with the enemy.

The soldiers stood ready, their eyes fixed on the enemy in the sky, ready to face the upcoming challenge.

In that vast sky, the floating battleships and warriors together formed a shocking picture.

Our voices merged into a thunderous shout, like rolling thunder, which made people's hearts surging and their blood boiling.

The enemy is very weak, and it is possible to say there is no pressure, but let us just surrender, and we will do it.

As the battleship approached, relaxed and disorderly figures began to appear under the walls of the Tyrant Empire.

Those who are higher than that realm are simply qualified to appear under the battleship.

"He talks too little nonsense. If you want to fight, fight. Next time, kill the seven chief priests, and that time, keep all eight of them."

The Southern Saint shook his head.

Those warriors were wearing the same armor, holding all kinds of magical weapons, and their eyes were hesitant and sharp, revealing their endless fighting spirit and determination.

"Why should you be afraid of death? If you win the bet, you will live, if you lose the bet, you will die. You are very vague." The opinions of the two are very unified.

The voice of the young priest rang out: "Ling Xiao, his tone is a little too soft. Not to mention that these existences behind him have not disappeared. Even if they are still there, Tuobatian can deal with us alone. The remaining What should he do?”

"Palace Master Mu and Sect Leader Xiao actually left immediately. They haven't had a chance yet. You suspect that as long as they leave, the Holy Church will make things difficult for them."

Liu Yuanjin asked with a smile.

"Why?"

one day ago.

Southern Territory Saint, Xiao Kuangren, Bai Zhou, Zulong, Jin Yan, Murong Xue, etc. are all standing outside. We have solemn expressions in our eyes, but at the same time we are hesitant.

Mu Xuanyu smiled. Although it was safe for Ling Xiao to stay, it would boost morale the most. If Ling Xiao left, the Tyrant Empire would fall.

"Repent? Regret for offending the Holy Church? Or do you regret choosing to persevere?" Ling Xiao asked.

Ling Xiao shook his head and said: "It will be difficult for you to leave, but you must have abandoned the Tyrant Empire, which will completely destroy your martial arts heart."

There are millions of small armies, and the strongest ones are all in the divine bone realm.

Those warships were like giant steel beasts, soaring in the sky, making rumbling roars that shook the entire world.