Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"What a powerful formation, it is worthy of the reputation of the Soul-Suppressing Palace Holy Hall." Long Yingtian stared at the holy patterns surrounding him with a sharp gaze.

These holy patterns are much more complicated than any holy patterns he has seen before, and each one contains unfathomable power, as if it is the most exquisite masterpiece between heaven and earth. He couldn't help but admire it secretly in his heart, and at the same time he understood more clearly how severe the challenge he faced was.

"You really took great pains to kill me." There was a hint of coldness in Long Yingtian's tone, and his eyes were full of doubt and disdain when he looked at the priests. Although these priests were wearing white robes, their identities made him doubtful.

"These priests should also be people of the Soul Clan, otherwise why would they spare no effort to deal with me?" He secretly speculated in his heart.

"This holy array has probably reached the realm of the seventh-grade upper grade. It is not easy for you to set up such an array." Long Yingtian's voice was low and powerful. His words were full of recognition of the strength of the priests, but at the same time, he also revealed his disdain and ridicule for them.

He knew that such a powerful array would undoubtedly be a huge consumption for the array setters, and it might even affect their cultivation.

"I'm afraid that the five of you have paid a big price for this battle. After this battle, your cultivation will probably regress a lot. Such a great sacrifice is really admirable."

There was a hint of sarcasm and contempt in Long Yingtian's tone, but his eyes flashed with an unyielding light. He knew that he was at the critical moment of life and death, but the pride and tenacity of the strong would never let him give in easily.

Not far away, the voice of Soul Clan leader Soul Huan was calm and deep, as if it carried the vicissitudes of a thousand years: "There is no way, your strength is extraordinary, we naturally dare not underestimate you. In this world where the strong are respected, if we are not absolutely sure, we dare not easily attack you. After all, every battle may be a contest between life and death."

Long Yingtian heard this and sneered, with both disdain and ridicule in that smile: "Hmph, then you try it! See if your so-called confidence can withstand the wrath of Long Yingtian!"

After speaking, Long Yingtian's eyes slowly closed, and his breathing became deep and powerful, as if at this moment, he had some mysterious resonance with the vitality between heaven and earth. The next moment, he slowly raised the huge Mo Dao with both hands, and the Mo Dao shone with cold light in the sun, as if it could cut off all obstacles in the world.

As Long Yingtian moved, the air around him began to tremble violently, as if even the space was shaken by his powerful force. Those colorful holy patterns seemed to become brighter as they trembled. They intertwined and collided in the air, making low roars.

Seeing this scene, Hun Huan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face became solemn and serious. He knew that Long Yingtian's attack was not something that ordinary people could resist.

The five priests of the temple not far away were even more nervous. They quickly chanted the spells, and the array plates and white jade staffs in their hands shone brightly, as if they wanted to inject all their strength into the mysterious holy pattern array.

Soon, mysterious and powerful forces appeared around Long Yingtian. These forces intertwined and swirled in the air, as if forming invisible barriers, trying to block Long Yingtian's unstoppable attack.

The whole world seemed to stop at this moment, just waiting for the final moment to see who would win in this contest of power.

At a certain moment, Long Yingtian suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a raging flame in his eyes. He shouted loudly, and his voice was as shocking as thunder: "Destroy!"

With this angry shout, the huge Mo Dao in his hand suddenly slashed down, and the knife light was like lightning, cutting through the sky, with the power of destroying the world.

Under this knife, the space around him began to annihilate, as if it was swallowed by some mysterious power, and everything became blurred and distorted. The strength of that power made everyone present feel depressed, as if the whole world collapsed at this moment.

Seeing this scene, the face of one of the priests of the temple suddenly turned pale as paper, and he shouted in horror: "Hun Huan, help us! This guy is more terrible than imagined, we can't stop him at all!"

There was a trace of despair and helplessness in the voice of this priest. Obviously, Long Yingtian's attack had exceeded their expectations and made them feel an unprecedented crisis.

The moment the priest's voice fell, Hun Huan's figure not far away moved, and he waved his right hand gently, as if he was calling for something. Then, a huge black monster emerged from the void, like a demon crawling out of the abyss, with endless fear and the breath of death.

This black monster looks like a giant dragon. Its body is huge, and strange black flames are burning on its black scales. Those flames seem to be able to devour everything, making the surrounding space twisted and dark.

Its eyes are like two cold stars in the abyss, revealing endless murderous intent and evil.

The appearance of this monster makes the atmosphere of the entire battlefield more oppressive and terrifying, as if even the air has solidified. Everyone held their breath and watched the final showdown that was about to break out.

The black monster was like a giant beast that had escaped from the abyss. Every attack was accompanied by the dimming and corrosion of space, as if even light could not escape the fate of being swallowed. The black flames on the monster became more vigorous with each swing, dyeing the surrounding space into a dark black, which was frightening.

At the same time, the space around Long Yingtian, which was originally rapidly annihilating, suddenly began to undergo strange changes.

Those spaces that were originally disappearing rapidly seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and began to condense layer by layer, like a compressed spring. Although the speed of annihilation dropped sharply, the destructive force did not dissipate, but became more restrained and deeper.

Hun Huan's eyes were solemn and deep. He looked at the five temple priests and said in a low and powerful voice: "Thank you five, speed up. We may have underestimated the strength of Long Yingtian. His strength has exceeded our expectations."

The five temple priests heard this and their faces became more solemn. The spells they chanted began to speed up at an astonishing speed, as if they were racing against time.

As the spell accelerated, the chains that trapped Long Yingtian began to make deafening vibrations. They intertwined and collided in the air, as if making final preparations for the upcoming decisive battle.