Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Vice President Qingyu looked at Hu Ying in front of him, with a flash of ridicule in his eyes. He asked with a smile: "Vice President Hu Ying, what's wrong with you? Why are you calling for help in the cemetery?"

At this moment, Huying could no longer care about the grudge between him and Qingyu. He shouted at Qingyu: "Qingyu, the grudge between us is just a trivial matter. But if I die here today, you should know how much trouble it will cause! Huying The grievances between the clan and the Tianxiahui will be intensified. Can you afford the consequences? "

His voice was filled with fear and anger, and it was clear that it no longer had the power it once had. However, his words made everyone present feel a little uneasy.

The cooperation between the Tiger Clan and Tianxiahui has been going on for hundreds of years. If it is destroyed, the consequences will be disastrous.

Vice President Qingyu frowned. Although he had a deep hatred for Huying and even hoped that Huying could disappear forever, he also knew Huying's identity and status.

Huying is different from Hujing. If Hujing dies, the Hu clan may only experience slight fluctuations, but if Huying dies, the consequences will be disastrous.

As the overlord of the world, the Tiger Clan is so huge and influential that no force dares to underestimate it.

If Hu Ying is killed on the territory of Tianxiahui, the Hu clan will definitely come to hold him accountable. Although Tianxiahui is powerful, it will not be able to easily offend such a powerful ethnic group.

Qingyu sighed helplessly. He looked at Ling Xiao, with a trace of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes. He knew Ling Xiao's strength and methods, and also knew Lei Jie's hatred for Hu Ying. But I also know that Lei Jie must have really killed Hu Ying, which will bring endless trouble to Heaven.

"Lei Jie, no matter what happened, let's let Vice President Hu Ying go first." Vice President Qingyu said solemnly, "He must know that the next time he kills Hu Jing, he will bring trouble to Tao Tian. Woe. If he really killed Vice President Hu Ying that time, the trouble would be even smaller."

"Vice Principal Qingyu, the doubts and scrutiny in his eyes are like knives, which have completely hurt your young heart. He really thinks that you, a disciple at the peak of Feitian Realm, can kill Hun easily in that cemetery. Vice Dean Hu Ying of the seventh level of the Yuan Realm?"

Vice President Qingyu and the others looked at each other, and they all understood the fact: Shi Chen might just be a pawn in the conspiracy, but the real white hand behind the scenes was hiding in the dark, quietly observing everything.

Shichen looked at Vice President Qingyu, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes, as if he was playing with a carefully designed puzzle.

Before releasing this palm, your figure became looming again, and finally disappeared into the depths of the cemetery.

However, the okra did not stay long.

After a long period of training, you have not yet broken through the peak of the martial soul realm and entered a new realm. Your breath is weak and deep, as if it can swallow up all life.

Just when everyone was shocked by Shi Chen's words, a looming figure suddenly appeared deep in the cemetery.

When you raise your hand, it's not just a palm. Wherever the wind of your palm passes, the air seems to be torn apart. Vice Dean Hu Ying was instantly reduced to nothing in the face of that terrifying power, without even a chance to resist.

No one would have thought that a spiritual body in the cemetery was not so terrifying, and they would never think about it in the future.

That's why you dared to stay in there for too long.

This high altitude is something that a monk like this can easily overcome, and it is even more of a fatal threat to a ghost cultivator like you.

You need to return to the cemetery and continue your path of ghost cultivation, hoping that one day you will be able to truly control your own destiny.

That figure exuded a faint aura, as if it were a god coming out of the underworld, and it carried a terrifying power, which frightened the low-level masters in the upper court present.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. We looked at Lei Jie with surprise and understanding in our eyes. Yes, how could Shi Chen defeat Vice Dean Hu Ying who was at the seventh level of Hunyuan Realm? That's like a fantasy.

That figure was actually Qiu Shuikui. You were originally only a spirit body, but you were like a fish in water in that cemetery, ending your path of ghost cultivation.

I sighed, my voice full of strength and guilt: "Vice Dean, you also know that your strength is meager and you are only at the peak of Feitian Realm. Facing such a weak existence as Vice Dean Hu Ying, how dare you not do anything? Respect? Don’t even think about killing me. You don’t even have the courage to get close.”

It must be said that special monks do not have a 70% chance of survival when they overcome the tribulation, so for Qiu Shuikui, the survival rate at that time may not even be 10%.

Although you are not very old yet, the time you spend in it is shorter. Because you know that your own strength is still enough to support you to exist in that world for a long time.

I looked around, my eyes scanning under everyone's faces, as if looking for resonance. "The one who really wants to kill me is you. There seems to be a weak force hidden in the cemetery, and it is the white hand behind the scenes."

Now, you can only fight in the inner world for at least a quarter of an hour, and you must return to the depths of the cemetery, otherwise you will face Ling Xiao's annihilation.

Because the way of ghost cultivation goes against heaven, any lack of caution will lead to divine punishment. Qiu Shuikui knows very well that once she stays in the inner world for too long, she will suffer from this devastating Ling Xiao.

"You leave now, the other matters are none of your business." Lei Jie said, turning around to leave. My figure looks increasingly lonely and hesitant in the moonlight. And this Netherworld Divine Dragon, as if it had received an order, disappeared into the night in an instant.

The sound of the hour is high and mysterious, as if it is revealing a well-known secret.

After that, you were still able to barely support yourself in fighting in the inner world for a few hours. However, as your cultivation level improved and the power of ghost cultivators was exposed, you found that the connection between you and the world was getting weaker and weaker. The boundary time is also slightly shortened.

Everyone looked at that scene in shock, with fear and awe in their hearts. We never thought that there was such a terrifying power hidden in the cemetery.

My face was full of tears, but my eyes shone with a cunning light, and my voice was full of helplessness and guilt: "You guys, they have also seen it, and it is really none of your business. How dare you kill the deputy dean? Even if you want to kill, you have to be incapable of doing so. You almost died there."

And Shichen, at this moment, was still pretending to cry, as if he had been wronged by Tian Xiao.

"I disturbed your Qingxiu. I still want to live. Do they want to live less?" Qiu Shuikui's voice was hot and turbid, and every word seemed to be filled with cold murderous intent.

My words were filled with exhortations and warnings, and I hoped the time would cool down before making an impulsive decision. After all, although Shichen is extremely talented and weak in strength, the Heavenly Society is my own heaven, and I still need to consider the Heavenly Society.