Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

What was even more shocking was that the arm that had endured the old man's full-strength blow was shattered in front of everyone's eyes, turning into broken bones scattered all over the ground.

However, at this seemingly desperate moment, the white bone giant showed incredible vitality. It let out a deafening roar, which was full of pain and indomitable spirit, as if challenging fate.

As the roar sounded, the broken bones around it seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and gathered towards its broken arms.

These broken bones rotated and intertwined in the air, and finally reconstructed into two intact arms, which were exactly the same as the original ones, and even added a bit of hideousness and power.

This scene shocked everyone present.

The old man's face was even uglier. He never expected that his own puppet would show such a terrifying recovery ability at this critical moment, which was more than ten times stronger than before.

He felt an indescribable anger and frustration in his heart, as if fate had played a huge joke on him.

After the white-bone giant recovered, without any hesitation or stop, it rushed towards the old man again at an astonishing speed.

Every step made the ground tremble slightly, and every swing of its arms caused the surrounding air to fluctuate violently. Its eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if it wanted to completely defeat the old man to prove its existence value.

Seeing this, the old man's expression became more and more ugly.

The recovery ability of this white-bone giant suddenly became so terrifying, more than ten times stronger than before, which was not easy to deal with. He knew that he was now firmly entangled by this white-bone giant, and it was impossible to get away and chase Ling Xiao.

Soon, the fierce battle between the white-bone giant and the skeleton old man gradually faded away, isolated by the thick stone walls deep in Huangquan Bulao Mountain, leaving only faint echoes, wandering in the empty valley.

After a short period of dormancy, Ling Xiao's body finally appeared in front of this ancient and solemn hall.

The palace stood majestically, as if it was the heart of Huangquan Bulao Mountain. It was surrounded by an indescribable strange black mist. The mist seemed to have life, flowing slowly in the night, covering the palace with a mysterious veil.

Ling Xiao's steps were firm and steady, and every step seemed to be a silent contest with this strange environment. His eyes penetrated the heavy fog and looked directly at the gate of the palace, where the key to solving the mystery in his heart might be hidden.

However, just as he was about to step into the area shrouded in black fog, several black shadows appeared in front of him silently.

These black shadows were like ghosts in the night, blending into the surrounding darkness, and it was almost impossible to capture their traces with the naked eye.

But Ling Xiao could clearly feel the powerful soul power emanating from them, which was the unique breath of the Tongtian Realm strongman, deep and depressing.

Facing this sudden threat, Ling Xiao's expression did not change at all, and he still maintained his calmness and composure.

The image of the demon behind him seemed to be given life at this moment. The huge bloody mouth suddenly opened, releasing a heart-pounding devouring force. This force was so strong that it seemed to be able to devour everything in the world, including the seemingly invisible black shadows in front of him.

As the demon devoured crazily, the black shadows began to scream. They struggled hard, trying to escape from this terrible demon mouth.

But all efforts were in vain. The black shadows were sucked in one after another and finally disappeared in the vast darkness, leaving only twisted space cracks to prove their existence.

During the whole process, Ling Xiao did not make any sound or any extra movements. He just stood there quietly, letting the demon behind him solve all obstacles for him. In his eyes, there was both confidence in power and indifference to unknown challenges.

"What kind of monster are you!" A figure suddenly appeared in the black shadows. His figure was looming in the faint moonlight. It was the soul warrior who controlled countless black shadows.

His face was distorted, his eyes were full of disbelief and fear, and he was obviously shocked by Ling Xiao's incredible power.

Although this person's cultivation has not reached the legendary Tianhe Realm, he has already reached the peak of Tongtian Realm, which is enough to occupy a place in the Soul Clan.

His means of controlling the black shadows are so ingenious that it is amazing. Each black shadow seems to be an extension of his will, flexible and elusive. However, in front of Ling Xiao, who practices the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, these exquisite means seem so pale and powerless.

Facing the questioning of the Soul Clan warrior, Ling Xiao's eyes did not fluctuate at all. He was too lazy to answer any meaningless questions.

He saw his figure flashing, appearing in front of the warrior like a ghost, and the long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, instantly cutting through the night sky, bringing up a dazzling sword light.

With a light sound of puff, the body of the Soul Clan warrior turned into nothingness under the sword light, leaving only a faint smell of blood in the air and a gradually dissipating black mist.

Ling Xiao did not stop at all and continued to move forward, his steps firm and powerful.

Along the way, he met more than a dozen Soul Clan warriors, some of whom were hiding in the dark, some of whom were openly showing up. They were all good at soul arts and could control various spirits as means of attack.

However, in front of Ling Xiao's powerful strength, these soul arts and spirits seemed so fragile.

Every time they fought, Ling Xiao was the one-sided crusher.

He seemed like an invincible demon god. No matter how the opponent struggled, he could not escape the fate of being killed by him. In his eyes, these soul warriors were just some obstacles on the road to the hall. No need to say more, just one knife could easily solve them.

As the soul warriors fell one by one, Ling Xiao's figure became more and more lonely and powerful. He knew that there might be more challenges waiting for him ahead, but he also knew that only by moving forward could he find what he really wanted.

In this Huangquan Bulao Mountain shrouded in weirdness and danger, Ling Xiao wrote his own legend with his own strength.

Although everything is going very smoothly at present, Ling Xiao's eyebrows did not reveal the slightest relaxation and slackness.

He knew that the power and secrets hidden behind the ancient and mysterious Huangquan Bulao Mountain were not something that ordinary people could peek into.

Even the high-ranking Empress Palace and Fuzun Mansion chose to avoid its edge and were unwilling to confront it head-on, which was enough to prove its extraordinaryness.

As Ling Xiao approached the palace step by step, he could not help but feel an indescribable shock in his heart.

The palace's door was tightly closed, and it was covered with dense and intricate holy patterns. These holy patterns seemed to contain the truth of heaven and earth, and every stroke revealed an ancient and powerful aura.