Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Wang Zhenshou nodded, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. There was a bit of relief in that smile, but there was also a hint of depth hidden in it that was not easy to detect.

"Don't worry!" His tone was firm, as if he was using these words to build a solid line of defense for Zhao Heng's doubts.

"Think about it, with Fu Zun's arrogant and unyielding temperament, how could he bother to rob a child's treasure? That is not his style. Besides, Fu Zun is as clear as a mirror in his heart.

If those treasures were really easy to obtain, they would probably have fallen into the hands of others long ago. How could they fall into the hands of that kid so coincidentally?

There is no doubt that there are experts secretly helping behind this. The Palace Master is not stupid, and he will not ask for trouble by provoking a powerful enemy whose strength is unknown. That is undoubtedly asking for trouble. "

At this point, Wang Zhenshou's expression suddenly became solemn, and his brows were furrowed, as if he had thought of something worrying.

"Although the Master has no intention of snatching the treasure, people's hearts are unpredictable." He sighed and continued.

"I'm afraid that some people will be greedy, ignore the overall situation, act first and then act without authorization. In this way, not only may it ruin important things, but it may also involve our entire Demon Suppression Mansion in unnecessary disputes. By then , but it’s really troublesome.”

Zhao Heng's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "How dare they?" His eyes flashed with anger and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that someone in this world dared to be so bold. .

Wang Zhenshou sighed softly, his voice low and gentle: "In their opinion, Lord Fu Zun will not do it for someone who is dying.

After all, in their view, a dead genius has no value, do you understand? In their eyes, life is just a game. The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit. If you die, you are dead, and there will never be a chance to stand up again. "

When Zhao Heng heard this, a trace of unwillingness and stubbornness flashed in his eyes. He shook his head violently and retorted:

"That's not necessarily the case! The Palace Lord may not care, but the Young Lord will definitely take revenge. With the Lord's love for the Young Lord, if he learns of this, he will definitely come forward to seek justice for Ling Xiao."

His tone was full of trust in the young master and admiration for the master.

When Wang Zhenshou heard this, he smiled bitterly, with a hint of helplessness and sadness in his smile:

"Having said that, those people don't know that the Young Lord and Ling Xiao are brothers in life and death. In their eyes, the Young Lord and Ling Xiao are just two young people who have nothing to do with each other.

They would never have thought that the young lord would cause a bloody storm because of the death of a friend. This is the indifference and ignorance of people. "

Zhao Heng fell silent, his eyes becoming deep and complicated. He understood that although Wang Zhenshou's words were cruel, they were true. In this world where the strong are respected, the weak often have no choice but to be slaughtered by others, without the power to resist.

Wang Zhenshou gently patted Zhao Heng on the shoulder. That action contained a kind of care from an elder to a younger generation, but also contained a heavy trust and expectation.

"Go," he said earnestly, with determination and encouragement in his eyes, "protect Ling Xiao well, he is the future of our Demon Suppressing Mansion, there is no room for loss. But remember, don't take action easily, just follow him secretly.

After all, although that boy Ling Xiao is young, he has extraordinary strength and has many adventures, so ordinary people cannot pose a real threat to him. All you can do is make sure he's safe and sound. "

Zhao Heng nodded slightly, his eyes shining with perseverance and determination. He knew that he had a heavy responsibility, but he was also full of confidence and admiration for Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao's monster talent and extraordinary experience have long been a legend in the Demon Suppressing Mansion. As Ling Xiao's senior, he has the responsibility to protect such monsters.

…

The stronghold of the Soul Clan, that place shrouded in countless darkness and evil, lurks quietly at the other end of the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery.

Ling Xiao and his party went through hardships and obstacles, crossing the vast wilderness and steep mountains, and walked for seven days and seven nights before finally seeing a heart-stopping huge fortress on this cursed land.

This fortress is completely different from the majesty and solemnity of Zhenmo Mansion. It exudes an indescribable exotic style, but within this style, there is a bit of creepy weirdness.

The walls of the fortress are made of huge black stones. These black stones seem to absorb all the surrounding light, making the entire fortress look particularly eerie in the afterglow of the setting sun.

On the fortress, there are various strange patterns carved on it, including twisted human faces, monsters with claws and teeth, and strange runes. Each pattern seems to contain some kind of evil power, which makes people just look at it. At the last glance, a chill could not help but rise in my heart, and my hair stood on end.

On both sides of the fortress are two huge mountains. They stand there quietly like two patron saints.

These two mountains tower into the clouds and can be seen as far as the eye can see. The mountains are covered with snow all year round, and they are completely white, as if they are a world sealed by ice and snow.

And in the snow-capped mountains, monsters were rampant. They roared or hissed, and their voices echoed in the valley, which was terrifying.

Each of these monsters has unimaginable power. If an ordinary warrior dares to step into this area, he will probably be torn into pieces by these monsters in an instant.

Even if you are a strong person in the Heavenly Realm, if you do not have enough preparation and strength, you will suffer a loss if you go up, and you may even never be able to come down again.

Therefore, this fortress standing in the cemetery of all demons naturally became the only passage to the Soul-Suppressing Mansion.

For the warriors of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion, it is simply a foolish dream to want to walk out of this cursed land and travel to the vast world outside without passing through this fortress.

The existence of the fortress is like an insurmountable natural barrier that separates the Demon-Suppressing Mansion from the outside world.

In a sense, this move by the Soul Clan is undoubtedly a blockade of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion.

They not only blocked the open road of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion, but also blocked the road to advancement of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion, as if they wanted to lock the Demon-Suppressing Mansion in this fixed space, so that the warriors of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion will never be able to contact the outside world and see a wider world.

This blockade is undoubtedly a suppression and restriction on the warriors of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion, so that they can only survive on this cursed land and cannot spread their wings and fly high.

Ling Xiao stood at the front of the team, staring at the gloomy fortress in front of him, with an unconcealable excitement in his eyes.

For him, this fortress was not only a difficult obstacle, but also a challenge, an opportunity to prove himself.