Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Facing Ling Xiao's soul, the remnant soul of the ancestor of the soul clan was simply vulnerable.

Swallowed by the terrifying giant beast, he became another victim of Ling Xiao's sea of ​​souls.

At this point, Ling Xiao's soul realm has been upgraded to the terrifying second god realm strength!

Even among the Samsara Gods, they are still quite powerful.

Such an ending not only left Hun still dumbfounded, but also made Hun Emperor, who had just laughed at Ling Xiao, a little embarrassed.

He never expected that this battle would end so easily.

"You're lucky, but the last level is the real finale.

After struggling for so long, you will eventually fall there. "

The Soul Emperor reluctantly dropped these words and disappeared.

"Miss Yiran, what exactly is the sixth level?"

Ling Xiao asked.

"I don't know the specifics. Anyway, the sixth level is called the Soul Emperor's Palace. I originally thought that the ancestor stayed there.

But I didn't expect that the ancestor would appear at this level.

This last level is up to you. "

Hun still said helplessly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know. We've come this far anyway, and we have to get through the last hurdle no matter what."

Ling Xiao's eyes showed stronger confidence.

In this fifth level, although his cultivation level has not been significantly improved, the power of the Anti-God Sword and the Killing Holy Sword in his hands has skyrocketed.

All of them became eight hundred and eighty imperial weapons with divine dragon patterns.

If the two were fused, it would definitely be comparable to more than 900 dragon-patterned imperial weapons.

What else is scary?

The Soul Emperor said that he was lucky, which was simply ridiculous.

If one and two levels were said to be luck, now that he has passed six levels, is it all luck?

After all, if you have no strength or ability, where does the luck come from?

If Ling Xiao doesn't know the Holy Pattern Technique, doesn't understand formations, doesn't understand illusions, and his soul power isn't strong enough.

He might have been dead long ago.

He is still very capable.

Of course, Ling Xiao also knew that the last level might be very difficult.

But so what if it’s bigger?

Could it be more terrifying than the Demon God of Illusion?

"continue!"

Ling Xiao took firm steps.

By this time, nothing could scare him.

At this time, it was already the fourth day that he entered the Soul Tomb.

"Passed again!"

People outside burst into cheers again.

"It's incredible. I've passed the fifth level and only the last level is left!"

"Yes, he is truly worthy of His Majesty the Tyrant Emperor. As long as he succeeds in breaking into the Soul Tomb, his strength will definitely skyrocket after he comes out.

At that time, it will be the day of our decisive battle with the devil! "

Seeing Ling Xiao pass the fifth level, the Beast King and Ice Queen practiced even harder.

From the duel between Ling Xiao and the Soul Emperor, they also learned some fragments of God's laws.

I hope I can seize the time and condense my own divine law in these few days.

Ling Xiao's hard work and success also inspired them, and now, they are almost successful.

At this time, Ling Xiao had already arrived at the Soul Emperor Palace.

This is a towering palace.

Without a foundation, it seems to be suspended in mid-air.

It exudes a simple atmosphere and is covered with ancient curses, many of which Ling Xiao does not recognize at all.

"I don't believe you can still pass this level!"

The Soul Emperor said he didn't believe it, but he didn't seem to think so in his heart.

Otherwise, he would not give up talking and focus on improving his strength.

Quack, quack, quack!

Ling Xiao pushed the heavy door open with both hands.

The moment he entered the palace, he felt suffocated.

However, because I had already met the ancestor of the Soul Clan just now, this feeling was not unfamiliar.

After a moment of discomfort, he quickly returned to normal.

But Ling Xiao knew very well that this was the place where the ancestor of the Soul Clan once practiced.

Because there are too many imprints of God left here.

Almost every object, every piece of metal exudes the breath of God.

God is God.

It is completely different from the warrior who simply condenses the laws of God.

The palace has a large space, like a magnificent city, with no end as far as the eye can see.

The main color here is purple.

Noble purple.

All built with purple spar and precious metals.

"It's a natural thing, more like a treasure!"

Ling Xiao felt that this place didn't feel like a palace, but rather like a terrifying magic weapon.

"I remembered!"

Hun Yiran's expression suddenly became frightened: "Ling Xiao, get out quickly!"

Hearing Hun Yiran's nervous voice, Ling Xiao also reacted.

But it's a pity.

Before he could exit, the door was already closed.

It fits tightly, with no gaps visible.

You can't even see the door anymore.

"Oops, I didn't expect that the last level would be this thing! I should have thought of it earlier!"

The soul is still filled with helplessness and worry.

"The matter has come to an end. There is no need to worry. Just tell me what this is?"

Ling Xiao could feel that this huge palace should be a magic weapon.

And it is definitely not an imperial weapon.

Because there are no dragon patterns on it, but the aura is extremely terrifying.

"This is the Zifu Shrine, the most precious treasure that the ancestor once used!"

Hun still said helplessly.

Now, she could only hope that Ling Xiao could find a way to escape from this place.

Otherwise, it will be troublesome.

"Zi Mansion Shrine?"

"right!"

The soul still said: "According to legend, the ancestor was originally a reincarnation god of the human race!

Later, I accidentally obtained a treasure, which was the Zifu Shrine.

He turned to soul cultivation and reproduced the soul clan!

I heard those soul emperors from the fifth level say that when mortals enter the Zifu Divine Palace, they will become soul clans after they come out.

This is the origin of the Soul Clan! "

"Impossible, if the Zifu Shrine is such a treasure, your ancestors will definitely take it away when they become gods.

It's absolutely impossible to stay here.

I suspect it may just be a replica. "

Ling Xiao analyzed.

“Even so, this imitation is not comparable to an imperial weapon.

Even if my strength is not strong, I can still feel that even an imperial weapon with a thousand divine dragon patterns is definitely not as good as this Zifu Divine Palace! "

Soul still said.

“I agree with this, regardless of whether it is the real Zifu Shrine or an imitation.

Its power is immense and cannot be treated simply. "

Ling Xiao said: "However, no matter how powerful the magic weapon is, if it loses the control of its owner, its power will be greatly weakened.

If I guessed correctly, the clone of the ancestor that was devoured by my soul before.

He should be the owner of the Zifu Shrine.

But she took the risk and chose to go to the fifth level.

Therefore, the Zifu Shrine became an ownerless thing.

As long as we defeat its weapon spirit, we can take it as our own. "

Ling Xiao would never miss a powerful magic weapon. No matter whose it belonged to, since it was going to be used against him, just take it.

The moment Ling Xiao finished speaking, a warrior covered in golden armor appeared in the huge palace.

The center of his eyebrows bears the unique mark of the Soul Clan.