Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, then turned to look at Mr. Qi and others, and said firmly: "You go to carry out the mission, I will go directly to the fortress!"

Mr. Qi and others nodded after hearing this, and their eyes also flashed with a firm light. They knew that this mission was of great importance and was related to the safety of the entire Demon Suppression Mansion.

Therefore, they must go all out and cannot slack off in the slightest.

Under Ling Xiao's gaze, they quietly sank into the dense forest, using special means to restrain their breath, as if they had become part of the forest, disappearing without a trace.

Those strong men, even those who stood at the top of the soul clan and had extraordinary detection capabilities, could not fully develop their spiritual consciousness all the time.

Because this approach consumes too much soul power, even they can hardly bear the long-term continuous consumption.

Every time the spiritual consciousness is developed, it is necessary to carefully control the range and intensity to avoid excessive consumption and affect subsequent battles and actions.

Therefore, in such an environment, it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to find them quietly.

Every slight movement may arouse their vigilance and expose their whereabouts. The appearance of Ling Xiao provided a turning point for the actions of Mr. Qi and others.

He deliberately made noises to distract the other party's attention, so that Mr. Qi and others could act more easily and reduce the risk of being discovered.

At this moment, Ling Xiao stood alone in front of the huge and gloomy fortress, and his figure looked particularly tall in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the courage and determination into his chest, and then suddenly his tongue burst into spring thunder, and a deafening roar resounded through the sky: "Cowards of the Soul Clan, come out and die!"

This roar not only shook every inch of air above the fortress, but also made the entire fortress seem to shake with the rhythm of the sound.

At that moment, Ling Xiao clearly felt that countless powerful divine consciousness swept across his body like a searchlight.

Among these divine consciousnesses, there are many high-level warriors in the Heavenly Realm, and their strength is strong enough to make any ordinary warrior feel terrified.

However, these high-level warriors in the Heavenly Realm, despite their powerful strength and overwhelming pressure, do not seem to intend to act easily. They know very well that the cursed land of the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery hides endless weirdness and danger.

Once they act here, they may not only suffer unknown backlash, but also break the delicate balance of this land, thus causing a greater disaster. Such a risk is an unbearable burden even for strong men like them.

In the distance, Bai Sha and others who were quietly moving, their originally light steps stopped involuntarily after hearing Ling Xiao's deafening roar.

Bai Sha's mouth twitched slightly, and a trace of astonishment and helplessness flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "Oh my god, isn't Brother Ling a little too arrogant? This is simply declaring war on the entire Soul Clan!"

When Master Qi heard this, a playful smile appeared on his lips. He gently patted Bai Sha's shoulder and laughed:

"Haha, this is called domineering! Brother Ling's character is really loved and hated. However, only people like him can carve out a world of their own in this chaotic world."

"Domineering..." Bai Sha repeated these two words, and a trace of complex emotions flashed in his eyes. He thought about it, and then continued:

"It seems so... Zhang Ruochen had come here alone to provoke the Soul Clan before, but was eventually defeated by Hun Wuxu. I don't know how Brother Ling will do this time... Can he successfully challenge the majesty of the Soul Clan, or... "

Speaking of this, Bai Sha's voice involuntarily lowered, and his eyes revealed a trace of worry.

Although he had great respect for Ling Xiao's strength and courage, even Ling Xiao might not be able to escape unscathed from such a behemoth as the Soul Clan. He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that Ling Xiao would be safe and complete this mission successfully.

The fortress wall seemed to be suddenly touched by an invisible force. In an instant, many figures emerged and filled the originally empty city wall.

Some of these figures were quite familiar to Ling Xiao. Hun Wuxu stood there in black clothes, like a ghost in the dark night. His eyes were as cold as a knife, as if he could see through all the falsehoods in the world.

Beside him, the soul wearing a mysterious mask stood quietly like an emotionless sculpture, but the dangerous aura that came from his bones made people dare not underestimate him.

In addition, there was the sister of the Rakshasa Twin Demons. Her eyes showed hatred for Ling Xiao, mixed with a hint of complex emotions, making it difficult to grasp.

Of course, in addition to these familiar faces, there were also some strange and fierce Soul Clan strongmen. They looked at Ling Xiao, their eyes full of greed and anger, as if they wanted to eat Ling Xiao alive.

Their bodies trembled slightly due to anger, and the stone slabs under their feet even trembled slightly due to their strength. They were ready to rush down the city wall and kill Ling Xiao, but they were stopped by Hun Wuxu's cold voice.

"What are you all going to do? Are you going to die?" Hun Wuxu's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, which could not be ignored.

He glanced at everyone coldly and continued, "He is the one who can defeat Hun Ling. If you think you are stronger than Hun Ling, you can go and try. But don't forget that Hun Ling's fate is a lesson for you."

Hun Wuxu's words were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the anger in everyone's hearts. They looked at each other, with a trace of unwillingness and helplessness in their eyes.

Raksha sister bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes showed both hatred for Ling Xiao and recognition of Hun Wuxu's words.

She knew that Hun Wuxu was telling the truth. Even Hun Ling was not Ling Xiao's opponent, so she was naturally not. So, she could only suppress the anger and unwillingness in her heart, standing aside silently, waiting for the next change.

Hun Ling's face was not good. Although he was wearing that mysterious mask, the slightly pursed corners of his lips and the slightly trembling corners of his mouth still revealed his inner emotional fluctuations, but these were cleverly covered by the mask, and outsiders could not see.

"I won't lose to him this time." The soul's voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable determination.

There was a cold light flashing in his eyes, which was a desire for victory and a deep reluctance to fail last time.