Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Thank you for your teachings, senior!" Ling Xiao nodded respectfully, his tone full of gratitude and awe. He understood that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a critical moment that would greatly increase his strength and even rewrite his fate.

Immediately, he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, and began to concentrate on controlling the body outside his body to practice the magic skills taught by the ancestor of the Demon Soul Beast.

Under Ling Xiao's control, the body outside his body began to slowly operate a set of complex and mysterious skills, and each movement contained endless power and mystery.

As the practice deepened, the breath of the body outside his body became stronger and stronger, as if it was resonating with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, constantly absorbing the essence of heaven and earth to strengthen itself.

This magic skill, called "The Ancestral Magic Skill", is the supreme secret method passed down from the ancestor of the Demon Soul Beast.

After practicing, one can condense the power of the ancestor, which is a kind of power that comes from ancient times, full of wildness and violence. It can greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of warriors, making people more powerful and invincible in battle.

What is even more amazing is that once the condensation is successful, the warrior can even transform into the ancestor demon soul beast, possessing the powerful ability and majesty of such ancient creatures.

However, such a powerful magic skill naturally has its flaws. The use of the power of the ancestor is like a double-edged sword. Although it can bring powerful power, it cannot last for a long time.

If it is abused without restraint, the violent power may backfire on its master, causing the soul of the practitioner to be seriously affected, gradually lost in the wildness of the ancestor, and finally become a real beast, completely losing his mind, and becoming a puppet who only knows how to kill.

Of course, this is not an insurmountable problem for Ling Xiao. Because the one who uses the ancestor's magic skill is his outer body, not his body. Although the outer body is connected to his mind, it exists independently of his body.

Therefore, even if the outer body was affected by the power of the ancestor during the practice, it would never affect his original body, let alone cause any harm to his soul.

Ling Xiao knew this very well, so when practicing the ancestor's magic, he did not hesitate or fear at all.

He devoted himself to the practice, feeling that the outer body gradually became stronger and more violent under the nourishment of the ancestor's power.

His heart was full of expectations and confidence. He knew that as long as he could master this magic skill, his outer body would become the sharpest sword in his hand, cutting off all obstacles for him and reaching the peak.

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Outside, Lie Yong and Jin Yan were like two sculptures, staring at the closed door of the secret room, their eyes full of anxiety and helplessness.

They knew that with their own strength, they could not enter the mysterious secret room at all, let alone provide any substantial help to Ling Xiao.

At this time, all they could do was wait and pray, praying that Ling Xiao would be safe and sound and pass this difficult time smoothly.

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence around them. A group of people suddenly came from not far away. Their steps were neat and powerful, and they were obviously not ordinary people. Lie Yong and Jin Yan's nerves were instantly tense. They turned around vigilantly and looked at the group of people with sharp eyes.

Lie Yong's brows suddenly frowned, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. When he saw the face of the person coming, the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger.

The leader was an old man. He was wearing a loose black robe with complicated magic patterns embroidered on it, which made him look mysterious. The old man's eyes were cold and deep, as if he could see through people's hearts. The person who came was not kind, and it was obviously not a good thing.

"Ancestor of the Wen family!" Lie Yong exclaimed in his heart. He quickly adjusted his emotions, bowed slightly, and shouted in a low and respectful voice.

He knew very well that this old man was the ancestor of the Wen family, one of the two old monsters in the Demon Soul Village. His strength was unfathomable and they could not easily provoke him.

Lieyong's eyes swept through the crowd behind the old man, and he noticed that there were some familiar faces among them.

Wen Yu before, and the old man Wen who had fought with him before, were all from the Wen family. Their appearance undoubtedly made Lieyong's uneasiness even stronger.

Lieyong glanced at the old man, with a bit of complexity and helplessness in his eyes, and then bowed slightly and whispered: "Wen Zu!" Although his voice was light, it revealed an indescribable firmness.

Wen Zu glanced at Lieyong coldly, and his wrinkled eyes revealed unquestionable majesty and indifference.

He said in a bad tone: "I heard that you let the human who killed my Wen family and hurt my offspring enter the secret room?" Every word was like an ice cone, making people feel cold.

Lieyong took a deep breath, nodded, and looked solemn: "Yes, but the identity of this person..." He tried to explain, but before he finished speaking, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Wen Zu.

"Enough!" Wen Zu's voice was like thunder, echoing in the air, his face full of anger and disdain, "You want to give the treasure of my Demon Soul Beast clan to a human? Do you know what that treasure means to my clan?" His tone was full of doubt and anger towards Lie Yong's behavior.

In the correct version of Yiyi!

Lie Yong was about to speak, wanting to further explain his position and considerations, but Wen Zu had lost his patience.

He suddenly shouted: "Are you crazy? Or have you been deceived by that cunning human? I really doubt whether you are the village chief of my Demon Soul Beast or a spy of the human!"

Wen Zu's words were like a sharp blade, piercing Lie Yong's heart. His eyes were full of trust crisis and deep disappointment in Lie Yong.

As he spoke, Wen Zu's figure flashed, and he led a group of people behind him to rush to the closed door of the secret room like a storm. They were very fast, like black lightning, and they arrived in front of the secret room in an instant.

However, the barrier of the secret room was like an indestructible barrier, which suddenly bounced Wen Zu and his group out. They were like kites with broken strings, drawing arcs in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

Wen Zu's face instantly became extremely gloomy, and his eyes revealed anger and unwillingness that were difficult to conceal. He clenched his fists, as if he wanted to crush the invisible barrier.

"Wen Zu, don't waste your time." Lie Yong saw this and said unhappily, "This secret room has opened its barrier by itself, and no one can enter now." His tone was a bit helpless and persuasive, trying to calm Wen Zu's anger.

However, Wen Zu seemed not to hear Lie Yong's words, and his eyes were still burning with rage. He knew very well that the purpose of his trip had not been achieved, and the resentment and anger in his heart surged like a tide.

At this time, Lie Yong also felt a little unhappy. As the village chief of the Demon Soul Beast Clan, he has always been respected and trusted.