Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao slowly raised his hand and waved his fingertips gently, as if performing an ancient ritual. A mysterious force surged out of his body, instantly sucking the body of the second protector and the soul floating in the air into a seemingly ordinary but mysterious magic needle space.

There, the second protector will no longer have freedom, his soul will be imprisoned forever, becoming a chess piece in Ling Xiao's hand, wandering in endless pain and torture day and night.

After completing all this, Ling Xiao's eyes turned to the direction of Xiao Lianzhu. His eyes softened instantly, but he still couldn't hide his worry and eagerness. He walked quickly to Xiao Lianzhu's side, squatted down, and carefully looked at this woman who haunted him.

Xiao Lianzhu still had her eyes closed at this moment, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was silently fighting against some power in her dream.

Her brows were tightly knitted and wrinkled from time to time, and fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead. It was obvious that she was experiencing an extremely terrible nightmare. Her face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, but even so, it could not conceal her innate beauty.

Ling Xiao gently stretched out his hand, wanting to smooth her frown, but was afraid of disturbing her dream, so he just hovered his hand in the air, his eyes full of heartache and pity. He secretly vowed that no matter how much it cost, he would rescue Xiao Lianzhu from this nightmare and let her bloom again.

"She is indeed not in danger of life, she is just poisoned by the soul. Don't worry, just leave it to me." In the magic needle space, the calm and confident voice of the Demon Soul King sounded slowly, like a warm current, instantly dispelling the haze in Ling Xiao's heart.

This voice contains endless wisdom and power, which makes Ling Xiao respect this senior even more.

"Thank you, senior!" Ling Xiao's voice was full of gratitude. He knew the thorniness and danger of soul poison, and the Demon Soul King, as a strong man in the soul field, was undoubtedly the best candidate to remove this poison. This trust and entrustment made Ling Xiao feel unprecedented peace of mind.

After confirming Xiao Lianzhu's safety, Ling Xiao did not hesitate at all and carefully sent her into the magic needle space and handed her over to the care of the Demon Soul King. At that moment, there was both reluctance and determination in his eyes. What he was reluctant about was the temporary separation from Xiao Lianzhu, and what was firm was the determination to take the next action.

Then, Ling Xiao's figure quickly shuttled through the depths of Huangquan Bulao Mountain and began his search journey. Every inch of land and every stone here may hide precious treasures or powerful exercises. Since he has stepped into this forbidden land, Ling Xiao will naturally not return empty-handed.

Search! This word aroused endless enthusiasm and passion in Ling Xiao's heart. He was like a greedy falcon, searching for prey on every inch of land in Huangquan Bulao Mountain, and his sharp eyes did not miss any flash of light.

Ling Xiao's figure shuttled through the ghost gate. His movements were swift and powerful. Every touch seemed to carry some mysterious magic, making the surrounding treasures involuntarily move closer to him.

Whether it was the ancient scabbard inlaid with exotic gems, or the rare herbs exuding a faint medicinal fragrance, or those carefully carved jade ornaments containing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, as long as he looked at it and thought it was valuable, he would take it.

As time went by, a wide variety of treasures gradually accumulated in Ling Xiao's magic needle space. They flashed their own unique light, set off each other, and formed a dazzling picture.

However, even so, Ling Xiao's plundering journey did not stop. He seemed to have endless desires and pursuits in his heart, driving him to move forward.

When the magic needle space was about to reach saturation, Ling Xiao's mouth curled up a smug smile. He still had a back-up - the world of mountains and rivers. This vast space seemed to be his most solid backing, and it could easily accommodate any number of treasures.

So, he used his magical powers again to transfer the remaining treasures and the exotic flowers and plants carefully cultivated by Huangquan Bulao Mountain to the world of mountains and rivers. Those flowers and plants are still full of vitality in the new environment, as if expressing their gratitude and expectations for Ling Xiao.

After doing all this, Ling Xiao finally stopped. He looked around and saw that the originally prosperous Huangquan Bulao Mountain had become empty and silent at this moment, as if it had been swept by a sudden storm. But Ling Xiao's heart was full of satisfaction and accomplishment. He knew that this trip was not in vain.

In the end, Ling Xiao took a deep breath, feeling the power and excitement surging in his body, and he chose to leave.

At this time, the effectiveness of Tianluo Magic Tool was quietly coming to an end. The power that had doubled his strength but also concealed the crisis of backlash, although it was less than before, still eroded his body like an undercurrent, bringing a sense of weakness that could not be ignored.

Ling Xiao knew that he should not stay for long at this moment, as the hidden danger was like a sword hanging over his head, which could fall at any time.

Especially considering that there were still two powerful people who had not appeared in the depths of Huangquan Bulao Mountain - the mountain master and the chief guardian. Their existence was like an invisible mountain, pressing on his heart, forcing him to act more cautiously.

Just as he was about to evacuate quietly, a sudden figure broke the silence around him, and Ling Xiao appeared near the ancient stone tablet like a ghost.

This scene instantly attracted the attention of everyone around him. Those who were originally hiding or peeping, now all gathered on him as if attracted by a magnet.

"He's not dead!" The whispers spread quietly among the crowd, with a bit of disbelief and shock. Then, the whispers gradually gathered into waves and turned into an uproar.

"Ling Xiao is not dead!" These four simple words exploded in everyone's heart like thunder, shaking everyone's soul. Their eyes flashed with complex emotions, with surprise, doubt, and even a bit of disbelief.

After all, in the eyes of everyone, being able to come out alive from the dangerous Huangquan Bulao Mountain is already a great miracle, not to mention that he seems to be unscathed and even calm.

"Could it be that he really succeeded in saving people?" Such thoughts flashed through the minds of many people, and they began to re-examine this young strong man, and they couldn't help but feel awe and admiration in their hearts.

After all, in a forbidden place like Huangquan Bulao Mountain, being able to not only save oneself but also successfully rescue others, such a feat is difficult to achieve even for those long-famous strong men.

Ling Xiao just stood there quietly, facing countless pairs of eyes around him that were either surprised or awed, his face always maintained a calm and composed look, as if everything he had just experienced was not enough to shake his inner determination and confidence.