Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

But in fact, as a member of the Soul Clan, Hun Wuxu's soul is as powerful as an ancient beast in the abyss. Even if ordinary people want to attack his soul, it is simply a dream, and they don't even have the qualifications to tickle him.

But Ling Xiao is an exception. Ling Xiao's soul attack is just like a star falling from the sky, with the momentum of destroying everything, it's too terrible!

If Hun Wuxu hadn't relied on his keen intuition to choose to leave his body in time to avoid Ling Xiao's soul attack, which was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, he would have become a dead soul under Ling Xiao's soul attack at this moment, and he would definitely be hit, and he couldn't avoid it even if he wanted to.

"Hehe, I know a lot more. Although your condensed true body is powerful, it is not omnipotent. Do you really think that you can walk sideways on this battlefield and be invincible with this thing?"

Ling Xiao raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and there was a bit of teasing and ridicule in that smile, as if telling Hun Wuxu that you are still a little naive.

In the distance, Hun Huan's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out. He stared at Ling Xiao with his eyes, muttering to himself: "This demon cultivator not only looks like a battle maniac, but is also good at soul magic. What kind of monster is this? He is simply an all-round player! Now, Hun Wuxu will have a headache."

Long Yingtian was also stunned, and his shrewd eyes flashed with incredible light.

Originally, he thought that Ling Xiao would be like an ant trying to shake a tree when facing Hun Wuxu, and there was no chance of winning. But now, he was like being illuminated by the warm spring sun, and suddenly a green field of hope was born in his heart. Maybe Ling Xiao can really give him a shocking reversal and knock Hun Wuxu to the ground!

"Hahaha, Hun Huan, look, look! Your Hun Wuxu is not an invincible iron plate!" Long Yingtian laughed, and the laughter was like thunder in summer, resounding through the sky, with a bit of pride and joy.

Hun Huan smiled coldly, and that smile seemed to hide countless sharp ice blades, which made people feel scared.

"Really? Then you, Long Yingtian, should open your eyes and watch carefully! Don't think that Ling Xiao knows a little about soul arts, so he can take advantage of Hun Wuxu, the pride of our soul clan. You must understand that in the world of soul arts, our soul clan is the king who is high above, and no one can defeat it!"

After saying that, Hun Huan's eyes were cast towards the battlefield in the distance again, and there was both expectation and disdain in his eyes, as if he had seen through all of Ling Xiao's tricks.

Of course, he did not forget his own job, and continued to maintain the holy pattern formation, firmly suppressing Long Yingtian in place, not giving him the opportunity to move at all.

Although this battle seemed to be a duel between Ling Xiao and Hun Wuxu on the surface, in fact, each of them was fighting for their own race and their own beliefs.

Below, Hun Wuxu began to walk slowly towards Ling Xiao, and every step he took made the ground tremble slightly, as if even the earth was shaking for his arrival. He held his right hand behind his back, tightly clenched, as if in that palm, there was a power that could overturn the world.

A terrifying state of mind appeared out of thin air like a sleeping giant beast. This state of mind was so strong that it was like a volcano that had accumulated for thousands of years and accumulated endless power. It suddenly erupted at a certain moment, and the gushing magma instantly swallowed up the surrounding space.

As soon as it appeared, the surrounding space was directly ups and downs, as if it was pulled by this state of mind, and even the air became heavy and oppressive.

And every time Hun Wuxu took a step forward, this state of mind would become stronger, as if every step he took was on the heartstrings of all living beings, making everyone's heart beat with his steps.

"Concentrate the true soul!" In the holy pattern formation, Long Yingtian suddenly whispered, these four words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with a hint of disbelief and deep shock. His expression became more and more solemn, as if he was facing an unprecedented crisis.

"Haha, Long Yingtian, you finally understand." Hun Huan laughed triumphantly, and that smile was full of ridicule and provocation.

"The soul meaning of Condensation Realm that can only be comprehended by the Condensation Realm, our Hun Wuxu has also mastered it. This is extremely terrifying. In other words, although Hun Wuxu has not yet reached the Condensation Realm, he already has the strength of the Condensation Realm, and it is more terrifying than those low-level Condensation Realm! You, Long Yingtian, are going to fall down this time."

After saying that, Hun Huan's eyes were cast on the battlefield again, and his eyes were full of expectation and excitement, as if he had seen the moment when Hun Wuxu stepped on Ling Xiao.

This Hun Wuxu is simply a demon descending from the nine heavens, and people can't help but retreat when they see him! His existence is like the most dazzling star in the night sky, which cannot be ignored, but is out of reach.

Long Yingtian's eyes fell on Ling Xiao inadvertently, and there was both worry and a trace of indescribable helplessness in his eyes.

He sighed in his heart: Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao, you are indeed a genius, very outstanding, just like a child of destiny who jumped out of a crack in a stone, full of talent. But unfortunately, you were born in this era where evildoers are rampant!

Being born in the same era as an evildoer like Hun Wuxu is undoubtedly a tragedy for those equally talented geniuses. It's like when a hundred flowers are in full bloom, they suddenly encounter a violent storm. How can those delicate flowers withstand it?

Long Yingtian thought so in his heart, and his eyes turned to the battlefield again. I saw that the space around Ling Xiao had begun to be shattered by Hun Wuxu's terrible condensed true soul, just like pieces of fragile glass, shattered under the wind.

And the condensed true soul was like an invisible giant net, tightly enveloping Ling Xiao, making him almost unable to breathe at this moment, as if even his soul was about to be swallowed by this power.

"You are really a monster!" Ling Xiao suddenly understood something, and a flash of realization flashed in his eyes, "Simply in terms of the degree of monster, you may be more terrifying than Bai Yan and Tianhun Saint. Although they are strong, they always feel like they are relying on external forces, while you, you have reached this point completely relying on your monster talent."

"You understand it a little late, so, lose!" Hun Wuxu's voice was like the cold wind in an ice cellar, cold and ruthless, and there was no ripple on his face, as if he had already seen through all of Ling Xiao's struggles and efforts.

The condensed true soul was released like a tide, and every strand contained a force that could shake the heavens and the earth. The terrifying aura made everyone present hold their breath involuntarily.

At this critical moment, Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly became extremely firm. He seemed to have made up his mind and decisively released his five-element dragon soul.