Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao stabilized his figure in the air, turned around, and faced the third bishop of the Southern Territory Church. There was a hint of vigilance in his eyes, but more of it was calm and firm.

"Senior, what do you want from me?" Ling Xiao slightly cupped his hands and asked with a faint smile on his face.

The third bishop's face was stern, with a cold light in his eyes. He said coldly: "You know exactly what I am looking for you for. You killed thousands of disciples in my church, and you want to leave so easily?" There was a hint of laughter in his voice. Full of anger and resentment, as if it was about to swallow Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, and then said calmly: "This is strange. When I left, they were still fine. Now that so many of them have died, how can they blame me? Senior, there is no need to beat around the bush. Just tell me what you want to do. Well, there are no outsiders here."

His voice was calm and firm, revealing an unyielding temperament.

The third bishop sneered and glanced back and forth at Ling Xiao, as if he wanted to see through him.

He said slowly: "You are calm, kid. But, do you think you can escape from my clutches like this? As long as you hand over the treasures you got from the Heavenly Fire Secret Realm, I can spare your life." His words were full of emotion. In addition to greed and threats, it seems that Ling Xiao has become the prey in his eyes.

"Treasure? What treasure? I haven't seen any treasure before?" Ling Xiao frowned in confusion. Looking at the greedy three bishops in front of him, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart: "I'm afraid these so-called treasures are just your saints. It’s a lie made up by my cousin to shirk responsibility.”

"Is he being deceived by his disciples?" Ling Xiao deliberately probed, wanting to see the reaction of the eighth bishop.

The Eighth Bishop's face suddenly became clear, and I said warmly: "He has the final say and brings his Southern Saint over for you to investigate." My tone was full of doubtful majesty, as if Ling Ling had the final say. If Xiao follows, he will suffer gentle live words.

At that moment, the Eighth Bishop's face turned extremely pale. I never imagined that I would be defeated by Ling Xiao, that seemingly powerful young man. My eyes were full of shock and relief, but nothing could be undone.

Although a small number of Ling Xiao's valuable items are placed in the magic needle space and the mountain and river world of Tyrant Martial Spirit, although the items from the Southern Territory Saints are not as valuable as these two places, they are not too bad. The old guy looked greedy at first glance. He must have taken it, but the other party still took advantage of it and stole it?

However, the next scene surprised me. This huge white knife slashed towards my waist like lightning, and the speed was so slow that it was difficult to react. I just felt a huge force coming from me, and my body was cut in half involuntarily.

"he……"

"Goodbye...yes, farewell, old guy!" There was a hint of warmth in Ling Xiao's voice, and there was no trace of pity in my eyes. The storage ring puppet disappeared without a trace upon my summons, while the body of the Eight Bishops quickly fell apart due to the erosion of the demonic energy.

I held the Southern Territory Saint tightly, and a trace of warmth flashed in my eyes: "Old bastard, you wasted a precious basalt crystal. I hope his Southern Territory Saint will not have any bad things worthy of you to make up for your loss. "

The eight bishops gradually disappeared in desperate exclamations. My voice became stronger and stronger, and finally disappeared completely into the air. My body was completely swallowed up by the demonic energy, leaving only a Southern Territory Saint floating in the air with a powerful light.

However, Ling Xiao is not someone who gives in easily. I smiled and shook my head and agreed: "That's okay. You, the Holy Foreigner of the Southern Territory, don't have your personal belongings, and they are very important. How can you be cautious about letting him check them." Although my tone was calm, the lively words in it were It can be ignored.

Ling Xiao's eyes were like a torch, and as he raised his hand, a tangible force enveloped the Southern Territory Saint floating in the air, and pulled it steadily into my hand.

The Eighth Bishop was obviously shocked by that scene. I obviously didn't expect that Ling Xiao would dare to attack me. However, after all, I am the eighth bishop of the Xuanwu Demon Hall, possessing extremely low strength and majesty. Therefore, I slowly regained my enthusiasm, and there was a trace of disdain in my eyes.

That Southern Territory Saint was once a symbol of the eight bishops' status, but now it has become a witness to my tragic ending.

I, the eighth bishop of the Xuanwu Demon Hall, was easily cut off by Ling Xiao's attack without any defense? How is that possible? My eyes were full of doubts and relief, as if I was still trying to understand the sudden change.

"Huh? What's going on?" My heart was full of doubts, but Ling Xiao didn't give me any time to think.

"Ask him again and he reorganizes his words. Is it a give or a give?" The eighth bishop's voice echoed in the air, full of doubtful threats. My eyes were like cold swords, piercing Ling Xiao's heart.

At this moment, I felt the terrifying power of the Storage Ring Puppet, and I couldn't help but marvel at how weak its power was.

I laughed warmly and said, "Does he think that an attack of that level can hurt you? How naive." My voice was full of confidence, as if I hadn't seen the outcome of Ling Xiao's victory yet.

This sword was not a special slash, it contained the weakest demonic energy in Tao Jianling's body. Those demonic energies gathered under the blade into a destructive force, directly invading the Eighth Bishop's body, corroding my flesh, bones, and even my soul one by one.

The Eighth Bishop's voice was filled with astonishment and confusion. I stared blankly at my body that was being eroded and gradually separated by the white demonic energy, as if time had stopped at that moment. My face, which was once full of majesty and confidence, was now filled with disbelief and fear.

Before the voice fell, a terrifying breath suddenly condensed in the air. Then, a storage ring puppet wearing white armor appeared out of thin air, as if summoned from nothingness. It stood behind Ling Xiao, holding a huge white knife in its hand, flashing a hot light.

Just now, I used the storage ring puppet without hesitation, which was not a rash decision. At the moment of the battle, I analyzed the situation carefully and knew that all my other means could not kill the Eighth Bishop of the Xuanwu Demon Hall in a short time.

Therefore, I made a decisive decision to use the killer Tao Jianling puppet. The appearance of the storage ring puppet was like a flash of lightning in the dark, instantly tearing the air, and slashing at the Eighth Bishop with the power of destroying the world.

Facing the strong sense of oppression, Tao Jian's mouth curled up into a cynical smile. I looked up at the Eighth Bishop, with a provocative tone: "Give him... sister!"

I know that if the old guy escapes, there will be countless troubles and retaliation.

"Yes-yes-"

Ling Xiao would easily expose his property to such a risk.