Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"There are three 'Heaven Demon Pills', which can help you condense your demons and make your gods and demons go further. You can accept them." Chongtian's voice was low and solemn, obviously these three pills were extraordinary.

Ling Xiao took the box and felt the terrifying aura coming from the pill, and couldn't help but feel shocked. He knew that these three "Heavenly Demon Pills" were definitely not ordinary things, and they were probably treasures that Chongtian had been treasured for a long time. He looked up at Chongtian, with a hint of gratitude and respect in his eyes: "Senior brother, Ling Xiao has recorded this friendship."

Chongtian nodded, his expression still serious:

"Okay, you practice here steadily, don't go out easily lately. There are many people who want to kill you, even the people in the magic building. If you stay here, I can still protect you because we are in this bamboo forest. The formation arranged by the master is difficult for outsiders to break in. But if you go out..."

He said this, his tone paused, as if he didn't want to say more, but just shook his head, "Forget it, you should do it yourself."

After saying that, Chongtian turned around and left, his back seemed a little heavy.

His brows were frowning, and there was a look of sorrow on his face. Obviously, he also encountered some troubles that could not be solved for the time being. Ling Xiao watched him leave, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, but he didn't ask much. With his current strength, it is not easy to help Chongtian.

The wind in the bamboo forest blew gently, and the bamboo leaves rustled, as if adding a bit of bleakness to this conversation. Ling Xiao stood there, looking down at the black wooden box in his hand, a trace of firmness flashed in his eyes. He knew that he had to become stronger as soon as possible in order to cope with the ups and downs.

He took out the three demon pills, held them carefully in his palm, and looked carefully. The elixir is dark all over, with a faint luster on the surface, as if it contains some deep and mysterious power.

Ling Xiao's eyes were solemn, and even opened the Tai Chi eyes, with a faint silver light appearing in his eyes. He carefully examined every breath and pattern of the pill and confirmed that there was no problem with the pill.

Although Chongtian is very good to him, he is a demon cultivator after all, and Ling Xiao always has a sense of vigilance in his heart. The world of demon cultivators is full of intrigue, and even the closest people may become a fatal threat at some point.

Although he has two lives, he only has two lives. If he makes a wrong judgment, he may die miserably. Therefore, he had to be cautious, even if he treated a brother like Chongtian, he could not completely relax his vigilance.

After a careful look, Ling Xiao finally confirmed that there was no problem with the Heavenly Demon Pill. Although the breath of elixir is terrifying, it is pure, without the trap without any impurities or hidden. He breathed a sigh of relief, and a big rock in his heart finally landed on the ground.

This is not only because there is no problem with the pill, but also because Chongtian is indeed very kind to him. This sincere friendship made Ling Xiao feel a little warmth in his heart.

He looked down at the demon pill in his hand, and a complicated emotion flashed in his eyes. Although Chongtian is serious and even seems a little cold on weekdays, he always stands on his side without hesitation at critical moments. Ling Xiao must remember this friendship.

He knew that in this world full of dangers and conspiracies, it was so rare that it was to meet someone who treated him sincerely.

The wind in the bamboo forest blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness. Ling Xiao carefully put away the Heavenly Demon Pill and made up his mind secretly.

No matter how difficult the future is, he must become stronger, not only for himself, but also for those who treat him sincerely. He looked up and looked into the distance, his eyes firm and deep, as if he had seen the storms and challenges of the future.

Ling Xiao sat cross-legged in the depths of the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves around him swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound, as if playing a natural music for his practice.

The bamboo shadows were mottled, and the sunlight shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves to the ground, forming spots of light, reflecting on Ling Xiao's body, adding a bit of mysterious atmosphere to him. His expression was solemn, his eyes were slightly closed, and his breathing was stable and deep, as if he was integrated with this bamboo forest.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes and took out three dark demon pills from his arms. The surface of the pill was filled with strange patterns, as if life was beating, emitting a heart-wrenching breath.

Each pill seemed to be wrapped in some mysterious power, and a violent energy fluctuation faintly emerged. Ling Xiao stared at the pill in his hand, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Success or failure is here." Ling Xiao took a deep breath and put three demon pills into his mouth at the same time.

The elixir melted in his mouth, and instantly turned into a burning torrent, pouring into his dantian along his throat. Suddenly, Ling Xiao only felt that there seemed to be a tens of millions of sharp blades in the meridians. The severe pain caused him to exudes cold sweat on his forehead, and his body trembled involuntarily.

His face turned pale, but his eyes were still firm, without any sign of retreat.

He gritted his teeth, quickly formed seals with his hands, and ran the "Demon Swallowing" skill. The true energy in the body rushes like a river, trying to guide this violent force to circulate in the body. However, the power of Tian Mo Dan is too powerful. Each impact makes Ling Xiao's meridians look like tears, and the pain almost makes it difficult for him to concentrate.

His breathing became rapid, and the veins on his forehead swelled, obviously suffering a lot.

However, Ling Xiao did not give up. His will is as tough as steel, and he only has one belief in his heart: he must hold on!

He practiced the technique over and over again, directing the violent force to Dantian little by little, trying to transform it into his own power. As time went on, his body gradually adapted to the pain, and the true qi in his body began to merge with the power of the Heavenly Demon Pill to form a more powerful energy.

No mistakes, one sentence, one release, one content, one look!

The wind in the bamboo forest was still blowing gently, and the rustling of the bamboo leaves seemed to whisper for Ling Xiao's persistence. His figure seemed particularly lonely in the bamboo shadows, but he also revealed an unyielding will. He knew that this was just the beginning, and the real challenge was still behind.

But he was ready, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there were ahead, he would overcome them one by one.

As the technique slowly operated, a faint black gas began to emerge around Ling Xiao, as deep as the night. These black gases seemed to contain endless power and mystery. They hovered and intertwined in the air, gradually condensed, and slowly formed a vague and majestic phantom behind him.

This phantom was three meters tall, with two horns on its head, flashing a dark light, and six wings on its back. Each wing was like a sharp blade in the dark night, emitting a chilling chill. It was the god-demon form that he had cultivated for many years and poured countless efforts into.

"Concentrate!" Ling Xiao shouted in a low voice. Although his voice was light, it contained unquestionable firmness and domineering. As his shout fell, the devil in his body surged wildly and ran wildly like a ignited flame. (End of this chapter)