Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

At this time, in a tavern in a city in the Tyrant Empire, several people were sitting around a young man wearing a mask.

One of them reported to the masked youth: "Master, that Ling Xiao has left! It's time for us to take action, right?"

The masked young man sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "I didn't expect that the Northern Xinjiang Temple was so useless. We had been preparing for so long, but they were actually destroyed by a mere Tyrant Empire. But it's okay, This saves us a lot of trouble.”

"Is the leader planning to take action against the Tyrant Empire?" Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes flashed with excitement.

The face of the masked young man was hidden under a dark iron mask, only a pair of eyes shining with fierce light were exposed.

He was tall and muscular, like a beast about to rage. He was wearing a black robe with strange totems embroidered on the hem, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

He sneered, his voice full of disdain and arrogance: "Let's do it. Now that Ling Xiao has left, the Tyrant Empire is leaderless. This is our opportunity." His voice echoed in the tavern, as if to fill the entire space. Full.

However, just before he finished speaking, a warrior covered in blood suddenly stumbled in and shouted in panic: "Oh no, leader, we are surrounded!"

The face of the masked young man changed, and he hurriedly released his consciousness to explore the surrounding situation. It turned out that the area around the originally empty tavern was now densely packed with people. Those people were wearing uniform armor and holding sharp weapons. They were obviously a poorly trained army.

"Everyone is going to resist. Before they do anything stupid, surrender all of them. Otherwise, once they take action, there is no way they can even save their lives."

The masked young man was lying on the ground with a horrified look on his face. I haven't completely lost my strength to resist at this moment. I can only watch helplessly as Ji Mingkong and your army subdue us one by one.

I tried my best to break free from the shackles of the red mist, but found that my strength was so insignificant behind the poisonous surface. I narrowed my eyes in horror, watching my body gradually being eroded by the red mist.

However, Ji Mingkong did not answer my question, but gave an order on the deserted ground: "Let's do it. Since we want to resist, we will kill without mercy."

This puppet is several feet low and exudes a weak coercion that makes people shudder.

However, just as I was secretly admiring in my heart, a burst of rough laughter suddenly came from behind. I looked up and saw a group of people sitting around the campfire, eating barbecue slowly and with satisfied smiles on their faces.

"You are going to suggest them to get out of the way with bad intentions. If so, you are afraid that you will hurt them." Nan Yu shook his head, with a tone of unquestionable majesty.

"How could he possess such a weak puppet? How could it be possible!" I muttered to myself, my eyes filled with contentment and despair.

"Humph, with the Southern Territory, their Tyrant Empire still wants to compete with your divine religion? I was originally thinking about how to find his male emperor, but I thought that he would send him down on his own." I showed a cruel smile, with a trace of light in my eyes. Out of ten is crumbs.

The Tyrant Empire had just unified northern Xinjiang, so naturally not many people wanted to cause trouble. Ji Mingkong knew that he had to be ruthless at that time. Only by not killing the chicken to scare the monkey can the Tyrant Empire be more stable.

As soon as I stepped into the boundary of Lingxiao, I immediately felt that it was different from others. The aura permeating the air is far richer than that in Northern Xinjiang, almost ten times richer.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the masked young man rose into the air and killed Ji Mingkong directly. I am a weak person at the peak of the martial soul realm, so how can I be afraid of Ji Mingkong?

"He said yes, what is he going to do?" The scar-faced man said with a smile, as if he didn't care about Xiang Mei's reaction.

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Even so, Ling Xiao's martial arts laws seemed to be more complete and more advanced. I can vaguely feel these laws flowing in the air, like tangible threads intertwining into a huge martial arts network.

"Yes!" Nanyu nodded, without any explanation.

"Sure enough, the trash from Northern Xinjiang all have the same tone. We really thought that Ling Xiao was as strong as us from Northern Xinjiang." One of them mocked.

boom!

"Is he from Northern Xinjiang?" The scarred man opposite said with a warm smile, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, the Red Water Dragon King spit out a ball of red mist, which instantly enveloped the masked young man. This mist contained weak poison, and the masked young man suddenly felt that it was easy to breathe and felt weak all over.

"Jie Dao?" Nanyu raised his eyebrows, not understanding the intentions of those people yet.

Nanyu's heart moved, I know that among the warriors outside, our martial arts cultivation must be extraordinary. Xiang Mei, the land known as the holy land of martial arts in the inner world, is indeed a false reputation.

At that moment, another white figure came. It is the White Water Dragon King! It struck suddenly, slamming the masked young man to the ground.

He also saw me draw my sword. A moment ago, I had not passed through the obstacles of these warriors blocking the way. My figure shuttles among the crowd like a ghost, and every time I appear, it is accompanied by a streak of blood.

At this time, the Southern Territory was located in the Northern Territory, on the border of Xiang Mei. I was covered in dust, but my eyes shone with joy and expectation. Leaving the chaos of Northern Xinjiang, I stepped into that familiar land, Lingxiao.

Those people looked like they were special people, exuding a faint aura of warriors. We saw Nanyu coming, and a few of them stood up and walked towards me.

"Is everything okay?" Nan Yu asked calmly, with a suspicious dignity in his voice.

As your cold voice sounded, the army of the Tyrant Empire took action. We mercilessly killed the members of the cult one by one, and the scene instantly became bloody and cruel.

Xiang Mei sighed and shook his head. My figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, as slowly as a bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky.

"That's right. Anyone who comes from Northern Xinjiang must hand over the storage ring under his body to you." A cruel smile appeared on the corner of the scar-faced man's mouth, as if he was saying something that was natural.

The spiritual energy flows like a liquid, surrounding it for seven weeks, as if every inch of land contains endless vitality and vitality.

A cold and majestic voice sounded in the ears of the masked young man. The masked young man's consciousness swept away and he saw an extremely beautiful man standing under a huge puppet, looking down at us with indifference.

However, Ji Mingkong did not pay attention to my verbal provocation. He just shook his head indifferently: "You know life and death!"

"Hahahaha!" When everyone heard this, they laughed wildly, as if they had heard something extremely funny.