Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao knew in his heart that this ruins was full of unknowns and dangers. Although they obtained many valuable items from it, the price they paid was also huge. He secretly decided that it would be better for no one to set foot in this place in the future, so as not to make the same mistake again.

When he stepped out of the Fire Lotus Battleship, the sight in front of him made him frown. The originally quiet battleship was now surrounded by a dense crowd, numbering in the tens of thousands. Ling Xiao's brows furrowed and anger surged in his heart.

He looked around and found that although they had a lot of people, they were still weak compared to the tens of thousands of people.

Fortunately, however, the warship they purchased had been carefully modified and its defense was extremely strong. Coupled with the fact that Tuobatian, a puppet at the peak of the martial spirit realm, was in charge, their team was able to withstand the opponent's attack and there were no casualties for the time being.

However, even so, Ling Xiao still felt angry. He knew very well that these besiegers obviously had an agenda. They not only wanted to snatch their trophies, but they were also more likely to pose a threat to their personal safety.

"President!"

Seeing Ling Xiao finally return, everyone seemed to have a big stone in their hearts. Their expressions gradually returned to calm after being nervous and uneasy before. Although there are many experts among them, compared with the tough opponents on the opposite side, their strength is still insufficient, and it will not benefit them to fight hard.

But they understand that only by waiting for Ling Xiao's arrival can they hope to leave safely.

Ling Xiao's eyes swept around Qi Zhou and noticed the flag hanging under the battleship on the opposite side. This is the symbol of the Holy Temple, a golden emblem that symbolizes power and majesty. A sharp killing intent flashed in my eyes, as if I wanted to tear the golden emblem under the flag apart.

"Is he a man from Shengtangtang?" Ling Xiao's voice was high and cold, as if it was filled with endless chills.

A warm smile filled Bu Yi's heart, and my eyes shone with cunning and indifference. I am not asking the people in the Holy Temple to retreat and die. That is my plan and my purpose.

However, just as the battleship was preparing to set sail, a figure suddenly appeared from behind. This is a disciple of Bu Yijiangtang. He is about eighty years younger than me. He has a hot face and a weak aura exuding from his body.

Even though these monsters took away a small amount of items, Ling Xiao didn't feel a pity at all. Because I know that with our current strength, there is no way we can compete with these monsters. Even if we don't have a weak guardian like the Xuanwu Demon Puppet in our hands, it is just a drop in the bucket against the siege of these green monsters, and it is difficult to change the final outcome.

Bu Yi frowned slightly. I had thought that someone from the Holy Temple would appear at that time. I stared at this Southern Territory Saint Disciple, a chill flashing in my eyes. Disciple Bu Yijiang obviously came to see him off, but he didn't do it intentionally.

Mu Qingping stood next to Ling Xiao. You vaguely felt the killing intent under Ling Xiao, so you quickly explained: "Yes, President. Because I knew you were outside, you didn't let us retreat. But But we didn’t pay attention to your Heavenly Society at all and planned to take action directly.”

Ling Xiao's eyes were full of indifference, and I felt a little sympathy for these holy people. We want to die, will I still stop us? What I want is not for us to reap the consequences and experience endless fear and despair.

The man's face sank, and he snorted, his voice full of doubtful majesty: "What nonsense, he just came out of this ruins, what did he take, please hand it over! Otherwise, he will never leave here today." Half a step!”

My cultivation level has reached the eighth level of the Hunyuan Realm. Although I am considered the top in the Holy Hall, in a place like the Lower Court of the Heavenly Assembly, I am definitely the weakest among the weak. You must know that Ou Luan, who is ranked seventh in the lower house of Tiantianhui, is only at the first level of Hunyuan realm.

"Helmsman, adjust the course, you go!" Ling Xiao's voice was hesitant but decisive, giving a clear order to the helmsman. When everyone under the battleship heard the order, they immediately stopped busy and prepared to set off.

"It's weird that we care." Ling Xiao laughed warmly, his tone full of disdain and ridicule. I continued: "The people in the Holy Church have always been so arrogant and arrogant. Outside our eyes, perhaps our own interests are the most important."

"Him!" The Southern Territory Saint Disciple's face turned red with anger at Ling Xiao's words. I may be used to being arrogant and domineering in Bu Yijiang Hall on weekdays, and I met many people who dared to offend me like that. At this moment, the anger in my heart was burning, and I could no longer hold it back. I took a step back suddenly, and a powerful aura burst out from under me.

"Understood!" Mu Qingping nodded, your eyes shining with wisdom. You are very vague about Ling Xiao's personality. I am definitely the kind of person who would easily let go of my enemies. Since I asked the other party to retreat, there must be a deep and unpredictable conspiracy hidden behind it.

"If he hadn't thought that heaven would start a war with the Holy Church, with his current attitude, he would have lived eight breaths."

It is certain that the Southern Territory Saint Disciple really dares to take action outside. This will undoubtedly break the balance and trigger an all-out conflict between the two sides.

Hearing this, the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth curled up with a hint of contempt. I glanced sideways at the Holy Disciple of the Southern Territory, with a cold light in my eyes, and said with a warm smile: "Huh, that's ridiculous. Don't say you took anything away from here. , even if you really take it, why is he threatening you?" My words were full of words, obviously taking the threat from the Bu Yijiang disciple.

And the Xuanwu Demon Puppet that saved my life just now in this ruins has not been taken out of that safe area by me at this moment. Losing that weak guardian, the people of the Saint Hall are now like snails that have lost their protective shells, exposed to the fangs of these green monsters.

"You haven't let them retreat yet, why are you still blocking behind your warships?" Ling Xiao's voice was icy and gentle. I stared at this disciple of Bu Yijiang with a hint of threat in my tone. I know that there has always been competition and contradiction between the Saint Hall and the Tianshang Society, but the two sides have always maintained a delicate balance.

I turned my head to look at everyone, and my voice was hesitant and weak: "It's bad, you go. Since we want to retreat, let us go. You haven't got what you want yet, so there is no need to entangle with us."

Therefore, Ling Xiao felt a pity in his heart. I looked at these Saint Hall people warmly, as if I was watching a tragedy that was about to be performed.

I vaguely knew that there were only these green monsters wandering inside the ruins. They were like demons crawling out of hell, bloodthirsty and cruel. These holy men, with their greed and arrogance, thought they could easily regain the treasure, but they knew that they were walking step by step towards the abyss of death.