Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Previously, Tyrant Martial Spirit helped Ling Xiao seal the seven demon kings.

But now, he can only rely on his own ability to seal it.

He knows the entire sealing process, the question is whether he can achieve it.

"seal!"

Ling Xiao's majestic voice sounded, and the vast and endless universe of Tyrant Martial Spirit emerged behind him.

He wanted to rely on the Tyrant Martial Spirit to frighten the First Demon King, and then seal him.

This will be easier.

Immediately, he released his soul power in an attempt to force the First Heavenly Demon King to enter the seal on his forehead.

However, the Demon King is the Demon King.

How could he easily succumb to a little human warrior.

He burst out with terrifying demonic intent, trying to fight against Ling Xiao's will and the will of Tyrant Martial Spirit.

After all, the Tyrant Martial Spirit at this time had not transformed into that terrifying figure, so the suppression of the First Heavenly Demon King was not that powerful.

"Be my puppet, human!"

On the first day, what the Demon King had to do was not only to fight, he also wanted to control Ling Xiao's will and occupy Ling Xiao's soul sea.

Let Ling Xiao become his puppet completely.

In this way, he can use Ling Xiao's body as he wishes.

He was really satisfied with this mysterious body, and even thought that its future potential was more terrifying than his own real body.

Ling Xiao's eyes were sometimes filled with sharp demonic eyes, filled with scarlet red and demonic intent.

Sometimes they turned into a pair of deep and clear eyes, and those were Ling Xiao's own eyes.

Ling Xiao's body was trembling.

He could feel that the danger level at this time was no less than when he was surrounded and killed by so many Demon Cult members before.

The terrifying demonic intention was eroding his will step by step, trying to make him surrender completely.

But he didn't want to!

"The soul comes out of its shell!"

Ling Xiao roared angrily, and a ball of white light flew out of his head, then turned into Ling Xiao's figure and killed the first demon king in the sky.

This is another vicious battle, but a vicious battle between soul and soul.

Ling Xiao's soul and the consciousness of the First Heavenly Demon King who lost his body were fighting in the void.

The battle was very fierce.

Every time Ling Xiao's soul was injured, his body would feel extreme pain.

His soul sea will also roll up huge waves.

"kill!"

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth and faced all this calmly.

The Demon King on the first day can only be the weapon in his hand, and can only be his tool.

He is the king, and the devil is his minister on the first day!

He must not allow the will of the Demon King to become the master.

Even though his body was injured and extremely weak, his soul still maintained a strong fighting spirit.

The battle in the sky became increasingly fierce.

Even though the demon king lost his body on the first day, he was still extremely terrifying.

Ling Xiao's soul was constantly hurt and looked very embarrassed.

On the ground, Ling Xiao's body was trembling continuously, and his face was pale, as if he had lost all his blood.

"Good guy, monsters are monsters, and they will try to cause trouble whenever they get the chance!"

Ling Xiao knew that he had done something very dangerous today.

Probably the origin god of the Tyrant Martial Spirit sealed these seven heavenly demon kings in the hope that one day Ling Xiao would become more powerful, after the seven heavenly demon kings continued to weaken in the seal.

He uses it again.

But the original god did not expect that Ling Xiao would use the power of the First Demon King earlier than he imagined.

The situation is extremely dangerous right now.

The original god of Tyrant Martial Spirit is sleeping. Its existence is a secret. It was forced to appear for Ling Xiao.

It is impossible for him to recover now.

No matter how dangerous the situation is, Ling Xiao can only rely on his ability to solve the problem.

Is it surrender?

Or conquer?

This choice was very easy for Ling Xiao.

"Seal it for me!"

An astonishing roar came from Ling Xiao's mouth.

Then, the dragon soul of an ancient hell dragon was integrated into his soul.

His spirit became stronger.

Then, there is an ancient natural dragon.

Immediately afterwards, there was an ancient five-element dragon.

The dragon souls of the three divine dragons were all integrated into his soul, making his soul extremely powerful.

But this is not enough.

The martial soul of the Twelve Immortal Martial Spirits, Bai Ren, the God of Killing, was also integrated into his soul.

Then there is the Taotie Martial Spirit lying in the vast universe.

Then there is the fighting intent of the ancient demon!

The fighting spirit of the Ancient Golden Crow!

At this moment, Ling Xiao's soul was no longer his alone.

More powerful soul power was incorporated into his soul.

This made his soul extremely powerful.

According to common sense, this kind of thing is impossible to happen.

Because the soul cannot blend into external objects.

But Ling Xiao is naturally different.

His martial spirit is the Tyrant Martial Spirit.

The Tyrant Martial Spirit is great in its tolerance and embraces all things.

This gave his soul the ability to accommodate various soul powers.

Coupled with the "Yuan Shen Fragment" he cultivated, he can release powerful Yuan Shen for fighting.

In this way, the conditions came together, and this amazing combination of souls was born.

Yuanshen's appearance is still that of Ling Xiao.

He stood there like a god of war, ready to fight to the death with the First Demon King.

If he cannot destroy the First Heavenly Demon King, then it will be him and Ling Xiao who will be destroyed in the end!

Ling Xiao cannot give in!

Can't admit defeat!

Even if his opponent is so powerful, he still has to fight to the end and fight for a future for himself.

kill!

Astonishing fighting spirit erupted in the sky...

Among the trees, a man with a tiger head and body, more than two meters tall, was speeding forward.

On his shoulders, two girls sat.

There was a little girl in a blue dress who looked only twelve years old. Her eyes were cold and indifferent, and she seemed not interested in anything.

There is another little girl wearing a red dress. She is also only twelve years old, but her personality is much more lively.

"Sister, do you think that the terrifying fighting spirit just now was really a battle between demons?"

The red moon girl asked with a smile, a very cute expression on her face.

"Maybe."

The girl Lan Xue just answered lightly, as if she was not interested in this matter.

"Uncle Tiger, run faster. We'll be there soon. It should be nearby."

The little girl Hongyue seemed to have long been accustomed to the coldness of the little girl Lanxue and didn't care.

Instead, it made a sound like a silver bell and said to the running tiger-headed man.

"I know, little dear Hongyue."

The tiger-headed man suddenly accelerated his speed and continued to run forward.

On the shoulder, the little girl named Hongyue puffed up her cheeks excitedly. Her little face was really delicate and cute.

Although she is only twelve years old, she has already revealed her typical beauty.

A pair of eyes are actually pink, as beautiful as rubies.

After a while, the tiger-headed man stopped and stared dumbly at the scene as if it had experienced a natural disaster.

Everything in front of me was simply a scene of doomsday, which was terrifying.