Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Senior Demon Soul King, it seems it's time to ask you for help." Although Ling Xiao's voice was soft, it was filled with unquestionable determination. He looked up into the void, as if he was talking to some invisible existence, with trust and expectation shining in his eyes.

The Demon Soul King's voice sounded in Ling Xiao's heart, with a hint of solemnity: "You have to think clearly. If I help you solve these troubles, I will have to consume 30% of my energy reserves. This means that in the days to come, Here, I will only have 50% of my strength available, which is undoubtedly a huge sacrifice for us."

When Ling Xiao heard this, his heart sank slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He knew that at this critical moment of life and death, any hesitation would be fatal.

So, he nodded firmly and replied: "Senior, I understand. But please believe that this is not a rash move. The trump card is meant to turn things around at critical moments. If you don't use it because you are stingy, you will end up with nothing. The end result of personal death is the real joke."

As he spoke, Ling Xiao's eyes became extremely determined, as if he was ready to face any challenge.

"As long as you understand, then I will not hesitate and take action immediately." The Demon Soul King's voice echoed in Ling Xiao's heart, carrying an unquestionable sense of majesty and power. However, Ling Xiao did not immediately agree. His eyes were deep, as if he was calculating something.

"Senior, wait a minute. Since I have decided to rely on your power, I naturally want to use this help to the extreme." Ling Xiao smiled slightly, and the smile contained both anticipation for the upcoming battle and careful consideration of the strategic layout.

He waved his hand gently, and the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword turned into a stream of light and submerged into his body again, as if preparing for the next action.

Immediately afterwards, the five dragon souls above Ling Xiao's head were like awakened ancient gods, rising into the sky one after another, releasing their own unique momentum and power.

Among them, Houtu Shenlong and Qingmu Shenlong, as the two dragon souls that Ling Xiao relies on most, although they are slightly powerless when facing the death monster, their existence undoubtedly adds a bit of depth and vitality to this battle. .

In comparison, although the Flame Dragon Soul is not as powerful as the Green Wood Dragon Soul and the Thick Earth Dragon Soul, it is several times more effective when used to deal with dead creatures.

The flaming dragon soul is like a violent god of fire, its power is so powerful that it makes people feel heart-stopping. It roared angrily, and the flames around it boiled, turning into a sea of ​​fire that filled the sky, rushing towards the Underworld Immortality Formation that had not fully released its power.

Wherever the flames passed, death monsters wailed loudly. Their originally indestructible bodies quickly turned to ashes under the burning flames, and the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell.

Ling Xiao was not satisfied with this. With a thought, he controlled the Houtu Shenlong to transform into an indestructible barrier, enveloping the death monsters who were forced to flee in all directions by the flames.

This barrier seemed to be a huge furnace, imprisoning the flames and monsters together, making the flames burn more thoroughly and the monsters' struggles became more desperate.

In this world enveloped by the power of flames and dragon souls, Ling Xiao's figure looked particularly tall and resolute. There was no fear or flinching in his eyes, only a firm belief in victory and infinite expectations for unknown challenges. At this moment, he seemed to have become the master of this battlefield.

"Haha, this is the Huangquan Bulao Mountain Mountain Protection Formation that you are so proud of? In my opinion, it is just an illusion. If I am willing, I can make this so-called mountain protection formation come to nothing with my own strength. "

There was a bit of contempt and disdain in Ling Xiao's voice, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if in his eyes, this huge death army and complex formations were just an insignificant game.

When the Second Protector heard this, his eyes suddenly condensed, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He stared at Ling Xiao, as if he wanted to penetrate him with his eyes.

"You are too ignorant!" His voice was low and powerful, and every word struck people's hearts like a heavy hammer. "You have never seen the true horror of this mountain-protecting formation!"

As he finished speaking, the Second Protector lightly tapped his right foot. That seemingly ordinary stamp seemed to have touched some ancient and mysterious power.

In an instant, the ground of the entire Huangquan Bulao Mountain began to tremble violently, as if there were thousands of troops galloping underground. The cracks spread quickly like a spider web, spreading from the feet of the second guardian to all directions, bottomless, revealing a kind of heart-stopping gloom and weirdness.

Immediately afterwards, a thick breath of death surged out from the depths of the ground, accompanied by waves of low roars and wailings.

Countless armies of death were seen pouring out from those cracks like a tide. They had different shapes, some were wearing black robes, holding sharp blades, and their eyes were shining with green light;

Some are incomplete spiritual bodies, floating in the air and making shrill cries;

There are also those soulless puppets, their movements are stiff but extremely fast, their bodies are covered with black scales, and they exude a disgusting stench.

These death monsters quickly filled every corner of Huangquan Bulao Mountain. Their number was staggering, reaching an astonishing number of more than 100,000 in the blink of an eye. The entire space was enveloped in an atmosphere of depression and despair, as if even the air had solidified.

"No wonder Huangquan Bulao Mountain can be so leisurely and fearless of external disturbances. It turns out that the hidden power in this mountain is enough to make any strong man who dares to step into this place return in defeat. Even the strongest existence in the Demon Suppression Mansion may not be able to escape unscathed." Ling Xiao secretly exclaimed in his heart, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, but then he regained his calm and determination.

"Attack!" The roar of the second guardian exploded like thunder, full of unparalleled domineering and desire for victory.

With his order, the death army that had been ready for battle seemed to be injected with endless vitality. They roared and roared, like a black tide, overwhelming Ling Xiao, vowing to devour the young man who dared to challenge Huangquan Bulao Mountain.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao's spiritual power surged around him, ready to welcome this seemingly hopeless battle. However, at the moment when he was about to use his means to counterattack, something strange happened.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly became soft and elastic, and then, crystal clear yet extremely tough bones emerged from the ground like living things. They quickly wrapped around Ling Xiao's legs, waist, and even his entire body, binding him tightly and making him unable to move.

These bones seemed soft on the surface, but were actually as hard as iron. They seemed to have their own will and power, constantly tightening the restraints on Ling Xiao, making him feel an unprecedented sense of oppression and powerlessness.