Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Confidence and indifference flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes. He knew that the power of his original body was not enough to make him win easily at this moment, but the power of the ancestor's incarnation gave him an absolute advantage.

The ancestor's incarnation, even the most ordinary blow, was like a mountain collapse and a river flowing backwards, with endless pressure and destructive power, enough to make the opponent tremble in despair.

Ling Xiao thought to himself that the power of the ancestor's clone did not disappoint him in this tentative attack. The powerful power made him feel an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Suddenly, Ling Xiao stopped, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, penetrating the obstacles of space and looking at a hidden corner.

A meaningful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, which contained both mockery of the opponent and pride in his own insight. However, he did not say much, just shook his head gently, and then set foot on the road forward again, as if he had never noticed the existence of that corner.

Not long after Ling Xiao left, a black shadow quietly appeared in the field like a ghost. The shadow was covered in a black cloak, revealing only a pair of eyes that were gleaming with a faint light. Those eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.

He murmured to himself, "Impossible, he found me? How could he find me... How could this be possible..."

The shadow's voice was trembling, and he was obviously shocked by Ling Xiao's sudden insight. He slowly approached the shrunken body of the temple priest on the ground, his eyes revealing deep fear and awe.

The wounds on the body were clearly visible, which were traces left by the incarnation of the ancestor, and each of them revealed an irresistible destructive force.

Looking at the shrunken body of the temple priest on the ground, the shadow's body trembled involuntarily.

He squatted down and gently touched the shocking wound on the body with his fingers wearing black gloves, and his eyes revealed a trace of incredible fear. The edge of the wound was smooth, as if it was torn apart instantly by some invisible force, without even a trace of struggle.

The shadow was silent for a long time, as if time had frozen at this moment. He was filled with shock and uneasiness. Ling Xiao's strength far exceeded his expectations. He knew that if he faced him head-on, he would probably end up in the same situation.

Finally, he slowly stood up and whispered softly: "What a monster! How could there be such a terrifying existence in this world?" His voice was low and trembling, as if he was talking to himself, or questioning the invisible fate.

After saying this, he didn't dare to stay any longer, for fear that Ling Xiao would suddenly turn back. He turned around and wanted to leave, but his steps were a little staggering, because of the panic in his heart. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then his figure flashed, turned into a black shadow, and quickly disappeared into the night.

During the escape, he kept looking back, for fear that Ling Xiao would catch up.

His heart beat like a drum, and every beat seemed to remind him that danger was behind him. He quickened his pace, almost running at full speed, because he felt that Ling Xiao must have discovered him when he looked at his position. The feeling of being watched by a strong man made him feel uneasy.

If he didn't leave now, he might not be able to leave. This thought kept echoing in his mind and became the driving force for his escape. He didn't dare to relax at all until he was sure that he was far away from that dangerous place. He dared to stop and gasped heavily, as if he had just escaped from the brink of death.

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At this time, Ling Xiao had already steadily controlled the airship, breaking through the waves in the vast sky, like a king who controlled the storm, with a firm and deep gaze.

The deck of the airship shone with a metallic luster in the sun, and each deck seemed to contain endless power, pushing this behemoth through the clouds and heading towards the distant and mysterious destination.

A few days later, as the distance got closer, the outline of the former Dragon Kingdom gradually became clear in Ling Xiao's vision. It was a land shrouded in ancient legends and mystery. It was said that it was once a holy land where the dragon clan thrived. Now, only ruins and desolation remain, as if it was a corner forgotten by time.

Ling Xiao stood on the bow of the airship, staring at the vague and distant horizon in front of him, with both expectation and uneasiness in his heart.

He had never set foot on this land, and he only knew the specific location of the Dragon Kingdom from ancient books and legends.

Whether he could find the lost land in this vast world was indeed an unknown to him.

Moreover, Ling Xiao was full of doubts about the fate of the dragon clan. After that devastating war, were there any survivors of the dragon clan? Are they still silently guarding the ancient heritage on this land? These questions were like a cloud of fog, lingering in his heart, driving him to come and explore the truth.

However, Ling Xiao did not back down.

He knew that although his body was not weak, he had already cultivated the Dragon Transformation Technique to the extreme. If he wanted to go further, it would be difficult to make a breakthrough unless he could obtain the complete Dragon Transformation Technique Secret Book. The enhancement of physical strength would be crucial to the improvement of his overall strength.

Therefore, he embarked on this unknown journey with the mentality of trying his luck. He believed that as long as he had faith in his heart, he would be able to find his own opportunity. Even though his body was already strong enough, he never stopped tempering and improving himself.

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As the old saying goes: "A drum must be beaten with a hammer." Ling Xiao knows that only by constantly challenging himself can he remain invincible in a world filled with strong people.

About another day later, the aerospace ship slowly stopped in mid-air, as if a huge spaceship had found its harbor in the vast sky. Then, it slowly landed on a piece of land, which was completely different from what Ling Xiao had seen before.

The spiritual energy here is so thin that it is almost negligible, as if it has been pulled away by some kind of force. The sky also looks particularly gray, giving people a feeling of depression and dullness.

However, in this dull air, Ling Xiao could vaguely smell a trace of demonic aura. It was an ancient and mysterious aura that was similar to the aura of the demonic soul beast he had encountered before. . There was a thought in his mind, and he secretly speculated: "This should be the former Kingdom of Demonic Dragons."

Ling Xiao looked around and saw that the surroundings were all desolate and dilapidated, with overgrown weeds, dead branches and leaves everywhere, and a dead silence revealing endless desolation and desolation.

The Kingdom of the Demonic Dragon, which was once extremely powerful, is now so weak.