Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Huang Hai said in a deep voice: "Although there are rumors that the ancestor of the Ji family has passed away, those are just rumors after all and have not been confirmed. If he really exists and is willing to help, then the Ji family may still have a chance of survival. After all, the strength of the ancestor of the Ji family is far beyond Ji Tianyan. Although Jiang Xiruo is powerful, he may not be able to escape unscathed when facing him."

However, these words are naturally impossible for Jiang Xiruo, who is killing crazily. Even if he hears them, he probably won't pay attention, because he only has the idea of ​​killing at this time.

The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in her hand is still swinging and slashing. Every time it is slashed, it is accompanied by the wailing of the Ji family members and the collapse of the building. The entire Ji family mansion has become a hell on earth, full of blood and despair.

At this moment, Jiang Xiruo seems to be isolated from the world, and only the flames of hatred and revenge are burning in her heart.

She wants the Ji family to pay the price they deserve, and let those who have hurt her and her family experience the same pain and despair. And all this will end with the complete destruction of the Ji family mansion.

At this moment, an indescribable invisible pressure suddenly descended on the scene like a mountain. It spread silently and instantly solidified the air around it. This pressure contains an ancient and profound power, as if it can see into people's hearts and make people feel awe.

Jiang Xiruo was about to continue her killing, but suddenly felt the existence of this power. She paused, and the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in her hand stopped swinging and suspended in mid-air. You frowned slightly, your eyes penetrated through many obstacles and cast to the end of the nearby sky.

I saw a white-haired old man hurriedly stepping into the air outside. My steps were heavy and steady, and every step seemed to cross the boundaries of time and space. Although my face looked old, my eyes were sharp as usual, as if I could see through everything in the world.

This person was the Ji family in Ye Hui's legend, an existence that had not appeared for a long time, but made the entire Bai Ze Xiaolu tremble.

Seeing the appearance of the Ji family, the face of the old man of the Ji family instantly became solemn. You know that the strength of the Ji family is unfathomable. Although you have entered the path of magic, facing such a weak person, your chances of winning are still slim.

Then, under the sky, the originally peaceful blue curtain was suddenly torn apart, and a terrifying rain of fire poured up from this unknown crack. Each drop of flame was as big as a meteorite, dragging a long tail of fire, cutting through the sky, with destructive power, vowing to devour everything above.

A simple emotion surged in your heart, neither the ease and peace of the upcoming battle, nor the surprise and shock brought by the appearance of the Black Sky Sword Ancestor.

Your body seemed to be shaky under the pressure of a thousand pounds of burden, and every breath was accompanied by violent trembling. This was the endless joy brought by the backlash of the forbidden spell, like thousands of ants biting your heart, which was unbearable.

The words of the Black Sky Sword Ancestor were full of deep meaning. I seemed to have a little insight into the story and motives behind the old man of the Ji family.

Seeing this, the old man of the Ji family turned pale as paper in an instant, but there was no sign of retreat in his eyes, but hesitant.

That scene was both spectacular and terrifying, which made people feel awe and dared to look directly at it.

"Bang bang bang..." As the golden rain of fire and the white sword light collided, a deafening roar broke out between heaven and earth. Every collision seemed to be a union between heaven and earth, releasing the energy of destroying the world. The air was filled with the breath of scorching and destruction, and even the smallest rocks were turned into powder by that force.

Huang Hai witnessed that scene, and a playful smile appeared on his face. I said to myself in a deep voice: "That old guy is really dead, and he really came out. Then, that battle will be even more boring."

You took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in your body surged, turning into streams of white sword energy, circling around you, and finally gathered into a dense and breathable white sword light, like the night falling, covering the day.

Under the ground, the ancestral house of the ancestors, the ancient building that carried countless years and memories, was not spared at this moment.

The appearance of the golden flame only illuminated seven weeks, and it seemed to awaken some ancient power sleeping in the blood of the ancestors, making the surrounding air tremble, as if even time was speeding up at that moment.

You tightly grasped the Demon Lord Jiang Xiruo in your hand. The sword was all white, and there were strange dark patterns flowing under the sword body, as if it could devour all the children in the world.

I said in a heavy voice: "Ye Huijie, he is indeed a boring man. He is willing to consume his life to fight. That determination and courage are rare. It seems that his children have not found him yet and gave him enough motivation. The sword in his hand is also extraordinary. It should be one of the ten small swords of Bai Ze Xiaolu. Its appearance means that the Demon Sect has not yet stopped its restlessness."

The Demon Lord Jiang Xiruo, the legendary magic weapon, while giving you weak power, also brought you an unprecedented burden.

With amazing will and perseverance, the Ji family elder blocked all the overwhelming attacks from the Black Sky Sword Ancestor, but behind that feat was an indescribable price.

The raging fire raged like an angry dragon, turning everything into ashes, leaving only a desolate sea of ​​fire, which formed a sharp contrast with the still calm battle nearby, as if two worlds, one of life and one of death, intertwined together, telling of endless joys and sorrows.

Your face is no longer as rosy as before, but pale as paper, fine beads of sweat are constantly falling from your forehead, intertwined with the blood that accidentally overflows from the corners of your mouth, and you look miserable.

In the air, the eyes of the Black Sky Sword Ancestor swept across the Ji family elder, and my eyes revealed a bit of admiration and regret.

And Ye Huijie just stood here quietly, without answering, just responding to the gaze of the Black Sky Sword Ancestor with your hesitant eyes. You know that the next battle will be a life-and-death contest, but you are not prepared. No matter what the result is, you have to fight for your family.

In the endless confrontation, the sky seemed to be really blown out with shocking cracks, as if the punishment from heaven came, indicating a reversible disaster.

I quickly spread out my left hand, and a dazzling golden flame appeared under my palm. The flame seemed to contain fragments of stars, flashing an ancient and mysterious light, illuminating the surrounding air with a golden glow, like the dawn, but even more blazing and dazzling.

The voice of Black Sky Sword Ancestor was like an ancient bell, passing through the dust of time, echoing in every inch of air, with unquestionable majesty and power.

My tone did not express recognition of Black Sky Sword Ancestor's strength, nor did it express anticipation for the upcoming battle.