Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Wang Zhenshou and Zhao Heng both knew that this was a life-and-death contest, but they were willing to do their best for the future of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion and the safety of Long Yingtian.

The two figures quickly disappeared in the night, leaving only a quiet and tense atmosphere. They knew that the road ahead was full of unknowns and dangers, but they were ready to meet this challenge of fate.

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Not long after, from the moment Ling Xiao was suddenly swept away by the sudden white light, until this moment when his footsteps slowly stopped and the surroundings returned to tranquility, in fact, less than a cup of tea had passed.

However, this brief moment, for him, seemed to have experienced an adventure across life and death.

He took a breath lightly, his eyes slowly scanned the surroundings, trying to sort out this sudden change.

This is a deep valley, surrounded by five strange peaks of different shapes. These peaks are towering and steep, like huge sculptures deliberately carved by heaven and earth, revealing a palpitating sense of oppression.

Their outlines looked particularly eerie in the afterglow of the setting sun, like five evil ghosts with bared fangs and claws, ruthlessly shrouding the valley in a gloomy atmosphere.

The peaks were covered with mottled and strange patterns. These patterns were complex and mysterious, twisted and winding, or hideous and terrifying, as if they were the embodiment of some ancient power, exuding a chill that people could not look directly at.

Every inch of the pattern contained unspeakable weirdness and danger. Even if you watched from a distance, you would involuntarily feel a strong fear and uneasiness in your heart, as if you might be swallowed by the terrifying power contained in these peaks at any time.

Ling Xiao's face was solemn, he frowned, and his eyes flashed with solemnity and thought. The strange postures of these peaks and the frightening patterns on them all told about the danger and unusualness here.

"Five Ghosts Bloodthirsty Fierce Formation!" He murmured to himself, his voice low and firm, and finally read out the name of this fierce formation. As soon as the name came out, he seemed to touch some dusty memories, and the past experiences surged into his mind like a tide.

This formation was surprisingly similar to the bloodthirsty formation of the Five Ghosts on the Qilin Continent in his memory. They both had the same fierce reputation and power, but upon closer inspection, the operation methods and the holy pattern laws contained in them were completely different, as if they were two different evolutionary forms of the same formation.

Immediately, he suddenly released a powerful divine thought, which was like an invisible huge wave, instantly sweeping the surrounding space, taking every inch of land and every leaf into his perception.

Under the exploration of this divine thought, he was surprised to find that on these five peaks, there were actually many masters gathered densely, their auras were either strong or weak, but without exception, they all revealed danger and hostility.

His face instantly became as cold as frost, and a trace of solemnity and anxiety flashed in his eyes. He knew very well that the gathering of these masters was not accidental, but had some ulterior purpose.

He turned around suddenly and shouted with all his strength towards the direction of Chaos Demon City: "Don't come over, this is a trap!" His voice echoed in the valley like thunder, with an unquestionable determination and urgency.

However, what responded to him was a voice with a little helplessness and sigh: "You are a little late!" As the voice fell, a figure streaked across the sky like a meteor and landed steadily beside Ling Xiao.

This figure was Long Yingtian. His face was solemn, and his eyes revealed a trace of regret and helplessness. Although he heard Ling Xiao's reminder, he had no choice but to say that he had entered the range of the Five Ghosts Bloodthirsty Array, and it was too late to withdraw.

The range of this array was really astonishing. It was hundreds of miles in range, and even a huge city could be easily covered in it.

At this moment, the location of Ling Xiao and Long Yingtian was already in the center of this array, surrounded by thick clouds and strange aura, as if they were in a terrifying world isolated from the world.

"So their target is me, not you. You are just a bait." Long Yingtian shook his head gently, with a hint of self-mockery and helplessness in his tone. His eyes stayed on Ling Xiao for a moment, as if he was looking for some kind of answer.

Ling Xiao heard this, and a faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He shook his head slowly and retorted:

"That may not be the case. I think they are most likely trying to kill two birds with one stone. It would be best if they can kill both you and me.

After all, you are the strongest person in the Demon Suppression Mansion at present, and your strength and prestige are unmatched in the mansion; and I am the most talented person with unlimited potential and a promising future.

If both of us die, the Demon Suppression Mansion will lose its mainstay, and naturally there will be no need to worry."

Ling Xiao's words were filled with an unquestionable firmness, and his eyes flashed with wisdom, as if he had seen through everything. His analysis was clear and logical, and it was impossible to refute it.

After hearing this, Long Yingtian was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, with a hint of admiration and respect in his laughter.

He patted Ling Xiao on the shoulder and said, "Hahaha, kid, I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to analyze the problem so thoroughly. It seems that it is a blessing for me, Long Yingtian, to fight side by side with you today!"

Just as the two were talking, a man in a black robe suddenly appeared on a mountain peak. He was tall, with a cold face, and a pair of deep eyes as deep as a cold pond.

"Hun Wu Jue!" Long Yingtian looked at the black-robed man in front of him, his face so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out. This name is undoubtedly synonymous with the top powerhouse in the Soul Clan. Even Long Yingtian dare not underestimate his strength.

Hun Wu Jue sneered, and that smile was full of ridicule and disdain for Long Yingtian.

"Haha, you didn't expect it, Long Yingtian, it's just that you were too impulsive. For such a kid, you voluntarily entered the formation we set up. Now, you can't escape, just surrender obediently, maybe you can still leave a whole body."

Long Yingtian's eyes flashed with anger, but he did not lose his mind. He knew that he was in danger at the moment, and he might be doomed if he was not careful.

However, he did not take Hun Wu Jue's threat to heart, but cast his eyes to the other side. Although there was no one there, Long Yingtian could sense the presence of a strong man.

Their aura was completely different from Hun Wu Jue, but they were also dangerous and hostile.

"Come out, people from the Soul-Suppressing Mansion. Are you planning to kill me like the Soul Clan did?" Long Yingtian's voice was cold and firm, and his gaze pierced through the figures hiding in the darkness like a sharp sword.