Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

After leaving the base of the heavenly empire, Ling Xiao's footsteps were stable and firm, as if every step was on the node of fate.

His eyes were deep, with a trace of coldness between his eyebrows, obviously he had a decision in his heart. He found four golden flowers, and all four women were his powerful assistants, and each had an extraordinary ability. They stood in front of Ling Xiao, looked respectful, waiting for his instructions.

Ling Xiao raised his eyes slightly, his voice was low and powerful: "Is there anyone who collects money in this stars?"

One of the people in the four golden flowers took a step forward, bowed to salute, respectfully and cautiously: "Qi Qi, the master, there is indeed a power called the" money gang ". No one knows.

But everyone knows that this money helps collect money, as long as they give money, they dare to do anything. Whether it is assassination, intelligence, or other unsatisfactory hooks, as long as the spirit stone is in place, they will take the task without hesitation. "

Ling Xiao heard the words, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and seemed to be interested in this "money gang". He groaned for a moment and continued: "What is the strength of the warrior of the money?"

Another person in the four golden flowers took the words, with a bit of fear in his tone: "Looking at the entire Star Tower, the strength of the money gang is only second only to the stars, the magic tower, and the positive hall.

Their martial arts are extraordinary, especially their leaders. It is said that the strength is unpredictable. Some people even rumored that he had played against the host of the Xinglou Building without falling the wind. Because of this, although the money gang is hidden, no one dares to underestimate in the star picking building. "

Ling Xiao nodded, and a decision flashed in his eyes. He smiled coldly, with a bit of a bit of his tone: "Okay, contact them for me, and say that there are homicide buying and selling them to do them, and the money is good to discuss."

The four golden flowers heard that they looked at each other and looked at each other, and there was a little concern in their eyes. One of them carefully said: "Master, the price of this money is extremely expensive, and the stronger the opponent who wants to kill, the more expensive the price ... If the goal is superb, I am afraid the number of spirit stones will be extremely amazing."

Ling Xiao waved his hand and looked indifferent. It seemed that he didn't care about the consumption of money: "It's okay, I don't have anything else, there are still a lot of Lingshi. Now this star picking building is not safe to me. I can only find a way myself.

When the four golden flowers saw Ling Xiao's mind, they stopped saying much, and said in unison: "Followed!" Then, they turned and left, and their figures quickly disappeared into the dim corridor, as if never appeared.

Ling Xiao stood in place, giving them away, and a complex look flashed in his eyes. He looked up at the distance, and the high tower of the stars picked up was looming in the night, as if a dormant beast, may open the blood basin at any time.

He knew that he was already in a huge vortex, and if he was a little careless, he might not be able to dispel.

After a while, Ling Xiao looked back and turned towards the magic building. His pace was still calm, but his back was loneliness and decision. He knew that the next way would be even more dangerous, but he had no choice but to go step by step.

The night was deep, the wind rolled on the ground, and made a rustling sound, as if it was playing a prelude to the upcoming storm.

In the bamboo forest, the breeze brushed and the bamboo leaves were rustling, as if they were whispering to tell a certain hidden emotion. Chongtian stood deep in the bamboo forest, and his body was straight, his eyes showed deep disappointment and anger. His eyes were like a knife, staring straight ahead, as if to see everything in front of him.

"Are you still going out?" Chongtian's voice was as cold as ice, with a hint of depressed anger, as if it might break out at any time.

Ling Xiao stepped out of the bamboo shadow, with a cynical smile hanging on his face, seeing that he didn't care about the anger of Zhongtian.

He spread his hand and said easily: "Brother, dismiss the anger, am I not to get stronger? Presumably my brother already knows my identity, and I will not hide it. I don't like passively beating. "

Although his tone was light, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, obviously he knew his situation.

"Still laugh!" Chongtian sighed helplessly, his brows were locked, and he had a bit of blame and concern in his tone: "You know that the positive hall is used against the counterclocking. Although they have no hatred with you, the treasure on you really makes many people want to stop. "

The atmosphere in the bamboo forest suddenly became dignified, and even the wind seemed to have stagnated for a moment. Ling Xiao's smile converged slightly, and a hint of cold flashed in his eyes, but quickly recovered the casual look. He tilted his head and asked suddenly: "Brother never thought about getting my treasure?"

When he heard the words, he snorted coldly, staring at Ling Xiao like a torch, with a bit of disdain and ridicule in his tone: "Hum, you don't need to test me. I have a self -knowledge. Do you have it?

When he said this, his tone was slightly eased, but his expression was still serious: "I temporarily used our master's majesty to suppress them, but this kind of thing cannot last, you have to face it after all."

After listening to Ling Xiao, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a solemn look. He lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Chongtian with a firm gaze: "Brother, I understand what you mean. But I chose this road myself, no matter how many dangers are ahead, I will go on."

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"But I still want to thank you, brother." Ling Xiao bowed his hands, with sincere gratitude in his tone. His eyes fell on Chongtian, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes. Although he always laughed and scolded on weekdays, he always had respect for this brother in his heart.

Chongtian waved his hand, with a bit of helplessness and concern in his expression: "You call me brother, how can I ignore you. It's a pity that my ability is limited and I can't help you too much." He said here, his tone paused slightly, and then took out an exquisite black wooden box from his sleeve and handed it to Ling Xiao.

The box was pitch black, with intricate patterns carved on the surface, faintly revealing an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. Chongtian gently opened the box, and three pills lay quietly inside. The pills were pitch black, with a faint luster on the surface, as if they contained some kind of profound power.

There was a palpitating breath around the pills, as if even the air was shocked by it and became solemn.