Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining a faint but curious smile, and was not eager to use his own strength to break this shackles.

Ling Xiao knew very well that since the other party did not hesitate to use such a precious talisman and take him away in such a troublesome way, there must be a deep meaning behind it.

He was eager to uncover this mysterious veil and explore the other party's purpose. This curiosity drove him to choose to wait for it to happen.

In the process of this rapid shuttle, Ling Xiao could feel the subtle changes in the surrounding space, which was profound and vast beyond his current understanding.

He secretly thought in his heart that this space shuttle technique was definitely not something that ordinary people could control. Even with his current strength, if he tried to escape from the protection of this white light, he would be greeted by endless space turbulence.

Those chaotic and disorderly forces of time and space are enough to tear any living thing into pieces, and even he cannot withstand the consequences.

This knowledge made Ling Xiao more cautious. He calmed down and focused all his attention on sensing the changes around him. At the same time, he silently evaluated his own strength and situation deep in his heart.

He knows that staying calm and rational in the face of the unknown is his most valuable asset. At this moment, he was like an explorer about to uncover the mystery of the treasure. He was both excited and alert, ready to face the upcoming unknown challenges.

At this moment, Ling Xiao seemed to be suddenly tugged at the heartstrings by an invisible force. He felt an extremely terrifying aura, like a dark cloud pressing down, slowly approaching from the distant sky, with a heart-stopping feeling. Feeling of oppression.

The source of this aura is obviously the Luanmo City, which is famous for its chaos and demonic energy.

The moment he sensed this aura, Ling Xiao felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart. Then, a name exploded in his mind - the Master of the Demon Suppressing Mansion, Long Yingtian.

This name is like thunder in the Demon Suppressing Mansion, and is the source of awe and fear in the hearts of countless people.

Ling Xiao once witnessed Long Yingtian single-handedly suppress several powerful masters by chance. His extraordinary strength and domineering aura are still in his memory. Lingering.

Therefore, Ling Xiao was naturally very familiar with Long Yingtian's unique and unforgettable aura.

Further away, Ling Xiao could vaguely catch two other auras, those of Wang Zhenshou and Zhao Heng.

Although the auras of these two strong men who were responsible for guarding the stronghold of Zhenmo Mansion were not as domineering and shocking as Long Yingtian, they still revealed a kind of power and majesty that should not be underestimated.

Ling Xiao couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart. These people were all here to save him.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao couldn't help but feel more confident. He knows that he is not fighting alone, but has strong backing and support.

Not to mention that he also holds the Demon Soul King in his hand, a truly terrifying trump card that can make the entire Baize Continent tremble. Even without this trump card, Long Yingtian alone is enough to make countless masters of the soul clan collapse and sink into despair. .

In the distance, Wang Zhenshou and Zhao Heng stood side by side, their eyes closely following the figure that was gradually disappearing in front of them - that was Long Yingtian, the master of Zhenmo Mansion, and the dazzling white light beside him, that white light There seemed to be some indescribable power in it, which gave both of them a sense of awe.

Although their footsteps never stopped, they couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in their hearts. They secretly lamented that there was still an insurmountable gap between their own strength and Long Yingtian. This gap made them feel frustrated and helpless.

"The Master is angry." Wang Zhenshou's voice was low and solemn, with a hint of unnoticeable worry in his words. He knew very well that once Long Yingtian became angry, the consequences would be disastrous and the entire Demon Suppression Mansion would be shaken.

When Zhao Heng heard this, he also sighed and said with emotion: "The Soul Clan is so bold this time, they dare to kidnap Ling Xiao under the eyes of Lord Fu Zun. They really don't know the consequences of Fu Zun's anger. I'm afraid , this time the soul clan will have to pay the price for their arrogance."

Wang Zhenshou frowned when he heard this, and a deeper worry surged in his heart:

"What I'm worried about now is that this may not be just a simple hijacking, but more likely a well-designed trap.

They knew that Lord Fu Zun was nearby and yet they dared to act so boldly. There must be an ulterior motive behind this. It is possible that the target this time is not Ling Xiao at all. Ling Xiao is just a cover, and the real person to be dealt with is the Lord of the Palace. "

Having said this, Wang Zhenshou's eyes became extremely solemn. He seemed to have seen the crisis hidden in the dark and was approaching Long Yingtian step by step.

But he himself could only stand here, unable to change anything. This feeling made him both angry and self-blame.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down the turmoil in his heart. He knew that at this critical moment, he must remain calm in order to provide the most powerful support to Long Yingtian.

"What should we do?" Zhao Heng's voice was filled with a hint of panic and helplessness, and his face instantly turned pale, as if he had seen the coming disaster.

He knew that even though Long Yingtian was extremely powerful, even he would have difficulty resisting the alliance between the Soul Clan and the rest of the Zhenhun Palace. This would undoubtedly be a very troublesome battle.

Wang Zhenshou clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with determination and determination.

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to gather all his courage at this moment: "No matter how strong Lord Fuzun is, as long as the Soul Clan and the rest of the Soul Zhenfu forces join forces, he will be no match for four hands. But we can't sit back and do nothing, he is our leader and our hope."

"Go after him!" Wang Zhenshou gritted his teeth, his voice full of unquestionable determination.

His eyes revealed a sense of tragedy and sacrifice, as if he had made the worst plan: "Sacrifice us, and don't let Lord Fuzun get into trouble, otherwise the Demon Zhenfu will really be finished. We are responsible for protecting the Demon Zhenfu and can't let it be destroyed in our hands."

His heart was full of worries about the future of the Demon Zhenfu and loyalty to Long Yingtian.

He knew very well that those people in the Demon Zhenfu Holy Hall only cared about their own interests and didn't care about the lives of the warriors in the Demon Zhenfu.

They only had resources in their eyes. As long as the Soul Clan could provide them with enough resources, they wouldn't care what the Demon Zhenfu would become. This indifference and selfishness made Wang Zhenshou angry and helpless.

"Let's go!" Zhao Heng nodded, his eyes became firm.

The two quickly chased after him. Their minds were no longer simply on rescuing Ling Xiao, but on how to rescue Long Yingtian from the enemy's trap.