Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Thank you!"

At this time, Mo Yu over there has also defeated his opponent. If anyone underestimates Mo Yu, they will really suffer.

Mo Yu is on the Divine Phoenix Continent, and he is one of the top ten beings on the Dragon and Phoenix List.

His qualifications are naturally not bad at all, at least on the same level as the Seven Little Saints of Tianhai.

You must know that among the one hundred and fifty-five warriors, there are many warriors who are less talented than the Seven Little Saints of Tianhai.

"You go in and meditate. I'll wait for you outside."

Now that Ling Xiao has three new black wind inscriptions, he can master the third form of the Chiyang Sword Technique. By the way, he can guard Mo Yu outside, which can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.

Mo Yu didn't waste any time and immediately entered the ruins to look for opportunities.

Ling Xiao sat cross-legged outside the ruins door and began to meditate on the third form of the Chiyang Sword Technique.

The third form was just as he guessed, it was the pure sword intention of slowness.

In this form, the slower the better.

However, slowness does not mean there is no threat.

When Ling Xiao was comprehending this sword move, he visualized a man holding a long sword. His movements were extremely slow. If it weren't for Tai Chi Eyes, he wouldn't even be able to see the slightest movement of his sword body.

At this time, another person came towards him with a sword.

The speed was extremely fast, but when it got close to this person, it suddenly slowed down. The sword was even attracted by the person's long sword, as if it was stuck in a quagmire and couldn't be pulled out.

At this time, a red sun rose, and the terrifying flames swept away the attacker, turning the attacker into ashes.

"Understood, the Slow Sword Intention is not only slow, but can also slow down the opponent's sword, and even get trapped in your Slow Sword Intent and cannot extricate itself."

Ling Xiao opened his eyes, inexplicably excited, only to find a huge wild boar standing in front of him, with saliva flowing down his face. He clearly regarded him as delicious food and wanted to swallow him in one bite.

"Hey, you can't stay out here too long, just run away!"

Ling Xiao sighed, and actually used Black Wind Escape, and escaped into the black wind, causing the wild boar to lose its target.

There is a quarter-hour time limit within the ruins.

It’s pretty much the same outside of the ruins.

After the wild boar saw Ling Xiao escaping, he chased after him.

At this time, Mo Yu happened to come out of the ruins. He couldn't see Ling Xiao, so he stepped onto the teleportation array again and continued to look for new opportunities.

Although he didn't know exactly what the power of the black wind was, he believed that the benefits obtained in the black wind canyon would definitely be brought outside in some form.

So working hard to improve your cultivation and fight hard is definitely not a bad thing.

In fact, Ling Xiao stepped on the teleportation array right in front of him.

"Another ruin!"

Ling Xiao looked up and saw that the entrance to the ruins was clearly protected by a light film. Someone must have entered.

The four characters "Thousand-footed Divine Lord" are written on the ruins.

Ling Xiao didn't know who Qianzu Shenjun was, but he didn't want to leave like this. He wanted to go in and see the situation. If there was anything suitable for him, he must get it.

In this bloody battle of purgatory, without any mercy, whoever stops him from becoming stronger will die.

Ling Xiao stepped into the ruins of the Thousand-foot God Lord. As soon as he entered, he saw someone walking outside.

"The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord!"

"Ling Xiao!"

Ling Xiao didn't like the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord because he threatened to kill him outside.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord disliked Ling Xiao even more because Ling Xiao caused him to lose the bet and ended up losing to Jun Moqing.

Through the Tai Chi Eye, you can see that the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord has six black wind inscriptions on his body.

This amount is comparable to him.

However, the Bai-Eyed Demon Lord's cultivation level is slightly higher than his, reaching the sixth level of the Transcendent Realm.

It seems that the warriors killed by the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord had higher cultivation levels, so they gained more cultivation levels.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord looked at Ling Xiao and suddenly showed a cruel smile.

"It's really interesting. Could it be that God is helping me, Wu Long, to let me kill you in this Black Wind Canyon?"

Wu Long, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, smiled coldly and released his terrifying murderous intent towards Ling Xiao.

Outside the Black Wind Canyon, those watching the battle suddenly became nervous.

Ling Xiao performed extremely well after entering the Black Wind Canyon.

But I have never met those thirteen top geniuses.

Wu Long, the Hundred-Eyed Demon King, was the second most talented person in the Zhengyi Sect, second only to Feng Feiye.

When meeting him, can Ling Xiao's miracle continue?

People who hate Ling Xiao hope that Ling Xiao can be killed by the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord Wu Long.

People who like Ling Xiao hope that Ling Xiao can make a bigger breakthrough, successfully kill the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord Wu Long, and become stronger.

At the same time, several warriors were teleported from the teleportation array.

Among them was Dan Feng, a warrior from the Celestial Empire.

Dan Feng obviously also received a lot of benefits.

Although his qualifications are not as top-notch as Ling Xiao's, he is ranked first on the Dragon and Phoenix List of the Divine Phoenix Continent.

Definitely on the level of the Four Elites of Tianhai.

Now in this Black Wind Canyon, he is like a fish in water. As long as he doesn't meet those thirteen top geniuses, no one can control him.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, and the ruins in front suddenly exploded, and two figures jumped out from inside.

One is Ling Xiao, and the other is the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord.

Although everyone knows that in the Black Wind Canyon, a warrior's original internal power and soul power are sealed, and the original martial arts become unusable.

But the reputation of Wu Long, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, is still resounding.

Just seeing this person, many warriors trembled and did not dare to do anything. They just stood in fear and watched from a distance.

As for Dan Feng, he was naturally happy to see Ling Xiao, but Ling Xiao's encounter with the Hundred-Eyed Demon King Wu Long was not a good thing.

It would be very troublesome to meet these top talents too early.

He had already decided to leave, but now he stayed.

Because he was worried that if Ling Xiao needed help, he wouldn't be a friend enough if he wasn't there.

"You and I are equally powerful, are you sure you want to take action?"

Ling Xiao looked at Wu Long, the Hundred-Eyed Demon King.

If possible, he did not want to meet those thirteen people prematurely.

After all, it takes a lot of effort, you might even get injured, and it would be unpleasant if someone else took advantage of you.

But his words were regarded as weak and easy to bully by Wu Long, the Hundred-Eyed Demon King.

"I just want to kill you, so what?"

Wu Long grinned and said: "You caused me to lose the bet, or you lost to Jun Moqing, who is weaker than me. This is a big shame. You must die!"

After saying this, he stopped talking nonsense and suddenly struck with a palm.

This terrifying palm wind, the violent wind tearing through the Black Wind Canyon, will blow Ling Xiao into pieces.

"It's quite powerful. It seems that you also used the Black Wind Inscription to unlock some kind of relic martial arts!"

Ling Xiao watched the terrifying palm wind coming, but did not step back.

Being unwilling to fight does not mean that you are afraid to fight.

A warrior who shrinks from battle cannot be unwavering in his martial arts path.

So here, even if both sides suffer, Ling Xiao will not back down.

Facing the terrifying palm wind, Ling Xiao took out the Wrath of Ice and moved the sword slowly, as if the sword weighed hundreds of thousands of kilograms and could not move.