Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Am I dead?"

Ling Xiao opened his eyes, only to find that everything around him was dark.

He thought he was already in hell.

There was biting cold all around, as if I was in an ice coffin.

He has never been to Huangquan, so he is not very clear about his situation.

But if he really died, he would fight his way out of hell and seek revenge on Lin Yuetian and An Fengyun.

"Boss, you're awake!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out, which stunned Ling Xiao for a moment.

This voice was so familiar, it belonged to Ling Yan.

Could it be that Ling Yan was also killed?

Alas, what a failure. I originally thought that Ling Yan could escape and avenge him in the future.

Now it seems that the only way to escape is from the underworld.

"Ling Yan, don't be afraid. Although our brothers are all dead, we can still fight our way out of this hell."

Ling Xiao will never give up hope at any time.

Since he is still conscious now, it means he can practice even after death, so he doesn't care at all.

"Boss, we are not dead!"

Ling Yan's voice sounded very weak.

"not dead?"

Ling Xiao was stunned for a moment, then immediately activated his internal power and found that not only had the power in his body not weakened, but there were signs of improvement.

It has quietly advanced to the last step of the early stage of the fourth level of hell in the Yin-Yang Realm.

There is only one boost from external forces to break through.

"Kacha!"

Something seemed to be broken.

A ray of light shone in from outside.

Only then did Ling Xiao realize that he was actually wrapped in an ice coffin.

Through the cracks in the ice coffin, he saw Ling Yan.

Ling Yan at this time can simply be described as miserable.

The whole person is as thin as skin and bones, and his cultivation level has actually returned to zero.

"how so?"

Ling Xiao was stunned for a moment, and then fragments of memories appeared in his mind.

He covered his head and pondered for a while, and his eye circles finally couldn't help but turn red.

"Why are you so stupid? You ruined your life's hopes for me."

Ling Xiao knew everything that happened.

When Ling Yan was the head of the Eight Immortals Mountain, he studied the deep sea and even made a magic weapon that could prevent death in the deep sea.

This time, it was this magic weapon that ensured their immortality.

However, this magic weapon will continuously absorb Ling Yan's internal energy and physical strength during use.

Ling Yan is not dead, he is really lucky.

"Boss, what are you talking about? You can save me with all your strength. I just lost my cultivation level and am not dead."

Ling Yan said with a smile.

"Good brother, I, Ling Xiao, swear that I will never let you become a useless person!"

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth and knocked the ice coffin open.

This ice coffin should be able to help warriors recover their physical strength and repair injuries.

At the critical moment, Ling Yan gave this thing to Ling Xiao for use.

Ling Xiao will remember this friendship deeply in his heart.

He hurriedly took out the life-saving elixir and gave it to Ling Yan to ensure that Ling Yan would not die of weakness.

Then, he asked Ling Yan to temporarily enter the beast ring to rest.

"Shen Dian, are you okay?"

Ling Xiao remembered that Shendian seemed to have jumped down as well.

"Master, don't worry, I am a soul body, this deep sea will not harm me."

The voice of the divine code sounded, which made Ling Xiao breathe a sigh of relief.

But how to get out of this damn place is a problem.

Only by leaving here can it be possible to heal Ling Yan.

There are no medicinal materials here, the conditions are not good, and the spiritual energy is very poor. It is simply unrealistic to practice here.

He stood up and began to look around, hoping to find a way out.

Although he can endure it for the time being here, Ling Yan can't drag it out. If he drags it on, he will really die.

"No matter what, don't give up!"

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth, opened his Tai Chi Eyes, released his soul power, and began to look for a way to the outside.

Although his other courtyard is protected by the formation, if he doesn't go back for a long time, I'm afraid those bastards from the Eight Immortals Mountain will be able to destroy it directly.

When the time comes, his friends will inevitably be tortured.

I don’t know what happened to Shanzhu. Did he escape?

And sister, will she be involved in my matter?

Although the Yue Clan promised to protect Ling Jiaojiao.

But now his whereabouts are unknown, and it is unlikely that he will be able to survive in the dark night.

Can the Moon Clan still protect Ling Jiaojiao?

Ling Xiao was very skeptical.

Because of this, he became more anxious.

"Um?"

Just when he was extremely anxious, he suddenly discovered that there were eight huge tombstones under the almost endless deep sea.

There is no grave under the tombstone.

Instead, eight coffins were placed directly.

These eight coffins, made entirely of bronze, were tied by thick iron chains, with strange inscriptions flashing on them.

Apparently the things inside were sealed.

Eight coffins?

Eight tombstones?

Could it be related to the legendary founder of the Eight Immortals Mountain?

It is said that the founders of the Eight Immortals Mountain sect are eight people, eight ancient people with extremely high cultivation levels.

But if it were really them, why were they trapped here?

Ling Xiao didn't quite understand, but he couldn't find an exit anyway. With his bold character, he naturally wouldn't mind taking a look.

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace and ran in this direction.

When we got nearby, we felt the horror of these eight tombstones even more.

All black.

Ling Xiao stood nearby, as small as an ant.

From the tombstone, powerful power was continuously released. This kind of power made Ling Xiao a little unbearable, so that he had no choice but to release the Tyrant Martial Spirit.

There is no one else here anyway, so he is not afraid of being exposed.

The moment the Tyrant Martial Spirit was released, the terrifying pressure on the eight tombstones shrank back.

It was like eight terrifying beasts meeting an even more terrifying beast king.

"The inner demon of sand, the inner demon of shock, the inner demon of sword, the inner demon of snake, the inner demon of darkness, the inner demon of moon, and the inner demon of bird!"

This is the text engraved on the eight tombstones.

In the center of the eight tombstones, there is a huge stone with a small text engraved on it.

The meaning is not difficult to understand: "I have practiced for thousands of years and finally became the body of the Eight Immortals, but the demons in my heart are hard to get rid of.

Therefore, the eight immortals were integrated and the eight inner demons were sealed here.

If any descendants come here unexpectedly, please do not move! "

After reading this, Ling Xiao understood instantly.

This should be the place where the founder of the Eight Immortals Mountain sealed the eight inner demons.

This Grandmaster is terrifying enough, he actually cultivated eight kinds of clones.

Others think that the Eight Immortals are eight people, but they don't know that there is actually only one Eight Immortals.

"You won't let me move? I insist on moving!"

Ling Xiao showed a smile.

Anyway, we are trapped here, with no way to heaven and no way to earth. Instead of waiting to die, we might as well do something, and maybe we can change the situation.

The worst possible outcome is death, which is better than being trapped to death.

Thinking of this, he began to observe the chains on the eight coffins.

The thick chain is huge.

It looks very scary.

But Ling Xiao knew very well that the key was not the chains, but the inscriptions on the chains.