Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

When Ling Xiao displayed his Tyrant Martial Spirit, the replica on the opposite side showed no reaction.

This made Ling Xiao couldn't help but smile.

"As expected, the Tyrant Martial Spirit is so special that even this type of copying array cannot copy it."

He waved his fist and hit the replica, ready to kill it, but suddenly stopped.

"What's the point of killing him? How about teasing the Xuanwu Temple."

Ling Xiao can almost confirm that these replicas are definitely used by Xuanwu Temple to obtain data, and even if they are killed, they may not be completely destroyed.

Even if the other party couldn't copy his Tyrant Martial Spirit, he still didn't want to expose it too much.

Anyway, he has a solution.

"Nine Demons Divine Art: Yin Yang Demon King!"

Ling Xiao smiled slightly, and his body began to change rapidly. Not only his appearance, but also his breath and martial arts completely changed.

As his body changed, the replica began to do the same.

"Haha, that's enough."

Ling Xiao smiled, then punched and killed the replica.

Similar to Ling Xiao, there were other participating warriors.

But everyone's choices are different.

Except for a few people, they noticed the conspiracy of Xuanwu Temple and made some ingenious designs.

Just like Ling Xiao, although the methods are different, they have the same purpose.

The others struggled to fight the replicas.

Ling Xiao has a feeling now.

The most prosperous White Tiger Society on the White Tiger Continent is more like an assessment to select disciples for the Xuanwu Temple.

The first battle tests talent and understanding.

The second battle tests wisdom, and at the same time, it is also necessary to find out the details of the participating warriors.

The third battle is a real ranking matchup.

Although he had no interest in joining the Xuanwu Temple, he had to admire that the three-game assessment in the Xuanwu Temple was really interesting.

In the first battle, you can pass the level with talent and understanding.

In the second battle, we must rely on wisdom.

Pure combat power may not be effective.

"Very good, then I, Ling Xiao, will compete with your Xuanwu Temple in a battle of wits and strengthen myself under your rules!"

Ling Xiao smiled slightly, turned around and left, heading to where the next treasure was.

"Sure enough, it's hard to get good things."

This second treasure is a magic weapon, a sword at the level of a fine spiritual weapon. Although he can't use it, he can sell it for money or give it away.

It is estimated that the swords at the level of key high-quality spiritual weapons will get a lot of results. In this second battle, he may really be able to get the first few.

But to seize this exquisite spiritual weapon-level sword, he must first cross a terrifying underworld.

In the underworld of Huangquan, there are corpses everywhere.

The bones of these corpses were yellow, and the flesh had already been corroded.

In the underworld, there are terrifying black shadows constantly emerging, revealing strong consciousness and fighting spirit.

"Yaksha ghosts at the fourteenth level of the Yin-Yang realm? Although they are not real demon yakshas, ​​these ghosts are not easy to deal with, and there are so many of them."

Ling Xiao murmured to himself, but there was no hint of embarrassment on his face.

Because this underworld river may be very difficult for others, but for him, it is still not difficult at all.

A confident smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he stepped into the underworld river.

That exquisite spiritual weapon-level sword is at the bottom of the underground river, and it is difficult to obtain it without entering the water.

The moment he stepped onto the underground river, a biting chill instantly hit his body.

The terrifying evil energy penetrated into his body, trying to control his body and corrode his flesh.

"Are the evil spirits of the underworld and the ghosts of Yaksha trying to cause harm to me?"

Ling Xiao smiled coldly and instantly entered the incarnation of the ancient demon.

The ancient devil's fighting spirit was released, and the ghosts of the yaksha suddenly shivered, as if they had met their immediate boss.

Ling Xiao smiled coldly, and the demonic energy from the incarnation of the ancient demon began to circulate. The demonic energy in the underworld river continued to pour into his body, constantly shaping his body.

At this moment, Ling Xiao was no longer in a hurry to get the sword. He was more interested in the huge energy contained in the underworld river.

Practicing here is really very beneficial for him to condense the ancient demon into a martial spirit.

At the same time, it can also greatly improve his cultivation level, and he may be able to break through to the fourteenth level of Yin and Yang realm.

Anyway, he doesn't really care about ranking, as long as he doesn't get eliminated.

"Swallow!"

Ling Xiao roared coldly, and the ancient demon opened his mouth and sucked in fiercely.

The energy in the underworld river continued to flow into the huge mouth, and began to be transformed, smelted, and integrated into his body and meridians.

"Be bold!"

In the underworld of Huangquan, a terrifying voice sounded.

"Yaksha Ghost King!"

Ling Xiao squinted his eyes and looked at this huge body.

He is one size larger than all the Yaksha ghosts, and his strength is estimated to be around the sixteenth level of the Yin-Yang realm.

Under the leadership of the Yaksha Ghost King, the frightened Yakshas once again gained courage and pounced on Ling Xiao one by one, trying to kill him.

He must not be allowed to continue to devour the energy of the Underworld River.

"kill!"

Ling Xiao smiled coldly. The Yaksha Ghost King, who was at the sixteenth level of Yin-Yang Realm, had nothing to fear in front of him.

It's just a ghost after all.

Moreover, he was stubbornly restrained by his demonic fighting spirit, which was not as good as that of an ordinary 16th level Yin-Yang realm warrior.

There is no comparison with the genius-level warriors of the 16th level of Yin-Yang Realm.

The claws of the ancient demon waved out.

Devil’s Claw!

Boom!

The Yaksha Ghost King tried his best to block the devil's claws, but was still knocked flat by the huge claws.

"Dragon Talisman·Hell Dragon Fire!"

Then, a blood soul talisman flew out of Ling Xiao's head, spitting out purple-black flames, and then burned the Yaksha Ghost King to ashes.

"Eighteen Hell Talismans: Tongue Pulling Hell!"

Then, another Blood Soul Talisman flew out, and endless ghost hands stretched out from it, grabbing the rest of the Yaksha ghosts.

The dragon talisman has dragon attributes and is destined to grow into the most powerful dragon blood soul talisman.

The Eighteen Hell Talisman was refined by Ling Xiao based on the eighteen levels of hell in the Yin and Yang Realm. It is bound to become the most evil and terrifying dark blood soul talisman in the world.

The Yaksha ghost is extremely useful in enhancing the power of the Eighteen Hell Talismans.

The frightened Yaksha ghosts began to flee in all directions.

However, the Eighteen Hell Talismans were able to catch the wind and instantly covered the entire underworld river.

The Yaksha ghosts who were supposed to guard the exquisite spiritual weapon and sword here have completely become Ling Xiao's nourishment.

He could feel that the bottleneck of his cultivation had opened up again, which was a clear sign that he was about to break through.

"Continue to practice with peace of mind. As for those treasures, whoever wants to take them can go get them."

Ling Xiao now has two choices, either continue to collect treasures, or stay here to practice and fully integrate the entire Underworld River into his body.

But his choice was neat.