Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Jiang Xiruo felt the huge threat from the chief priest's attack, so he immediately looked at Ling Xiao and shouted: "Retreat!" There was unquestionable determination in his voice.

When Ling Xiao heard this, he didn't hesitate at all. His figure instantly retreated, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, and he retreated a hundred meters away. As soon as he stepped back, the space around Jiang Xiruo shattered, as if torn apart by an invisible force, making a deafening roar.

Ling Xiao stood in the distance, staring closely at the confrontation between Jiang Xiruo and the chief priest, and couldn't help but feel worried in his heart. He knew that although Jiang Xiruo was very powerful, he was obviously no match for the chief priest.

Although he currently possesses a certain amount of strength, it seems difficult to play a big role in a battle of this level.

Thinking of this, a trace of determination flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes. He turned around and looked around, only to see the black-robed priests preparing to move, trying to take the opportunity to launch an attack. With a sudden thought, he directly attacked the black-robed priests.

His figure shuttled through the crowd like a ghost, and every shot was precise and deadly. He must first cooperate with Long Yingtian to kill all the remaining black-robed priests. In this way, the pressure on the Demon Suppression Mansion will be much lighter.

"The will of the devil!" Ling Xiao's voice was low and full of power, like a call coming from the abyss, carrying an irresistible majesty.

The moment he rushed into the battlefield, Ling Xiao released the devil's will without hesitation.

This power seemed to be a call from another world, with endless majesty and oppression. The black-robed priests were immediately stunned on the spot. A trace of panic and despair flashed in their eyes, as if they had seen some indescribable horror. things.

If Ling Xiao did this before, it might not have any effect at all. After all, their strength is very different. But now, Ling Xiao's realm has been broken through, and his strength has made a qualitative leap.

At the same time, even the demon god in his body became much stronger, as if it resonated with Ling Xiao's growth. Therefore, when he used soul magic again, the power was naturally many times greater than before.

When Long Yingtian saw this, a hint of appreciation and excitement flashed in his eyes. He did not waste such a good opportunity. The Mo Dao in his hand swept out like lightning, killing several black-robed priests with just one strike.

The bodies of the black-robed priests exploded in the air and turned into black fragments, scattered in all directions.

The remaining black-robed priests finally reacted. They tried to escape in horror, but it was too late.

Ling Xiao and Long Yingtian had no intention of letting go of this excellent opportunity. The two of them joined forces and rushed towards the black-robed priests like tigers descending the mountain. Their attacks were as dense and violent as a violent storm, making it impossible for the black-robed priests to resist.

In the end, under the joint attack of Ling Xiao and Long Yingtian, the remaining black-robed priests were completely destroyed.

Their bodies turned into streaks of black smoke and dissipated in the air. The entire battlefield returned to calm again, but there was still an atmosphere of depression and tension in the air.

After Ling Xiao devoured the energy essence of those black-robed priests, he felt the power inside his body surge, as if there was an infinite force surging.

His realm has also broken through again, reaching the third level of Wuhun Realm, and his combat power has soared, which is equivalent to the ordinary ninth level of Ningzhen Realm. This breakthrough doubled his confidence, and his eyes shone with determination.

"Is that your mother?" Long Yingtian gasped at the side. The battle just now also took a lot of energy out of him.

He took out a precious elixir and swallowed it without hesitation to restore his strength. At the same time, his eyes turned to Jiang Xiruo, who was fighting fiercely with the chief priest in the distance, and a look of admiration flashed in his eyes.

Hearing this, Ling Xiao felt proud in his heart. He nodded, his voice slightly excited: "Yeah!"

These words were obviously made out of pride, even his tone showed pride.

Long Yingtian looked at Ling Xiao, a hint of appreciation and sympathy flashed in his eyes. He knew that Ling Xiao must be feeling very proud at the moment.

He patted Ling Xiao on the shoulder and said: "It would be great if there were more helpers like this... I will help, she alone is no match for the chief priest!"

After saying that, Long Yingtian roared and rose into the air, charging towards the battlefield like a ferocious beast.

His figure drew a series of afterimages in the air at an alarming speed. Although he knew that even if he went to help, he would not be able to defeat the powerful chief priest, but as long as he could relieve some pressure on Jiang Xiruo, he would be satisfied.

Ling Xiao knew very well that in this dangerous battlefield, improving his strength was his most urgent need at the moment. Therefore, he turned towards the group of holy sword knights without hesitation, his eyes shining with determination and coldness.

Joining forces with Long Chen and Master Lu, two equally powerful comrades in arms, Ling Xiao seemed to transform into the god of death on the battlefield. The three of them cooperated perfectly, and every shot was accurate and deadly.

Although the Holy Sword Knights were wearing heavy armor and holding holy swords, they were as fragile as paper in front of Ling Xiao and the others.

I saw Ling Xiao's figure like a ghost, moving freely among the Holy Sword Knights. Every attack was accompanied by a sharp sword light, and the Holy Sword Knights were killed in an instant.

Most of those Holy Sword Knights were only at the low level of the Ningzhen Realm. How could they withstand the attacks of powerful men like Ling Xiao? Their bodies exploded in the air and turned into pieces of blood mist, scattering in all directions.

In just a moment, only a dozen of the Holy Sword Knights were left. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair. Facing a strong man like Ling Xiao, they no longer had the slightest desire to fight.

At this time, Ling Xiao, due to swallowing a large amount of energy essence, had also climbed to the fourth level of the Wuhun Realm. His combat power soared straight up, comparable to the tenth level of the Condensation Realm. Although it was still a little worse than the peak state, it was basically able to compete with those top strong men.

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with madness and excitement, as if he had seen the dawn of victory. He waved the weapon in his hand, and every attack was as shocking as thunder.

The Holy Sword Knights fell one after another under his attack, and the Holy Hall Alliance suffered a large number of casualties.

After killing all the Holy Sword Knights, Ling Xiao did not stop at all. His figure was like a fallen leaf in the wind, and he suddenly pounced on the eighteen Condensation Realm strong men from the Zhenhun Mansion. Each of these strong men was very powerful, but in Ling Xiao's eyes, they were just lambs to be slaughtered.

The more people he killed, the less pressure he would have on his side, and the more secure he would be.

Ling Xiao knew that every minute and every second was crucial on this battlefield, and he didn't want to waste the excellent environment created by his mother Jiang Xiruo. (End of this chapter)