Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Get out or die!"

Ling Xiao had already given that man a chance, but not only did he not know how to cherish it, he even found help.

This made Ling Xiao's heart gradually grow cold.

This time, he won't let anyone go.

The world of the Tomb of Gods is a life-and-death world. A little kindness may lead to death.

He could no longer show mercy.

"superior!"

However, the visitor didn't seem to realize Ling Xiao's anger.

He actually waved his hand, and a group of people rushed into the Tai Chi Sword Saint Pattern.

"court death!"

There was a murderous intent in Ling Xiao's eyes.

"Yin Yang Tai Chi, reversing Yin and Yang, the living dies and the dead live!"

As his cold voice sounded, the Tai Chi sword diagram started to rotate.

Those people suddenly felt that the life force in their bodies was rapidly disappearing, replaced by the feeling of death.

"No!"

The first person to enter here screamed, his vitality completely exhausted.

But it's not over yet.

It's just death for the living.

Next, comes the life of the dead.

The so-called life is not the real resurrection.

But the undead.

The man opened his eyes like blue flames, let out a low roar, and then rushed towards his companion.

A terrible disaster occurred.

But after just a few minutes, everyone turned into ferocious undead.

They are alive, but they are actually dead!

The Tai Chi Sword Saint Pattern is so terrifying!

If equipped with the Phantom Sword Saint Pattern, it can also prevent these people from escaping.

"Sixteen undead from the Eighth God Realm, the strongest has reached the eighth level God Emperor, which is not bad!"

Ling Xiao put away the Tai Chi Sword Picture.

All the undead entered the black sword.

Then he saw a man.

"Sir, do you want to try it too?"

Ling Xiao looked at the person opposite, a woman, a woman wearing a blue robe.

Wearing a veil, this did not prevent Ling Xiao from seeing through her face.

There was a strange scar on her face, like a blue lake.

The woman shook her head and said: "The little girl's ninth dream!

He is a disciple of Menglou.

Watching Your Excellency once again perform the sacred pattern technique of swordsmanship, I really admire it.

Therefore, I specially invited the young master to talk about it in the Dream Tower. "

"Dream Tower?"

Ling Xiao frowned and said, "Where is that place?"

"Menglou is a force in the Tomb of Gods world."

Ninth Dream replied: "Menglou has existed in the Tomb of Gods for tens of thousands of years and has developed an effective style of doing things.

Our purpose is simple.

Those who join the Dream House must be invited by someone from the Dream House.

Once you join, you become our family.

We share joys and sorrows and unite with the outside world.

What we hate most is internal strife among our own people.

But if this happens, let’s kill it together! "

"I'm only a sixth-level realm king. Menglou invites me?"

Naturally, Ling Xiao would not completely believe this person's words.

In this world, there is no force that is completely free from internal strife and completely free of privileges.

Even if there is, it is only at the beginning. Over the long years, there will always be changes.

Therefore, Ling Xiao will not pursue such illusory things, he is more realistic.

The warriors in the Tyrant Empire only need to live in harmony and be relatively fair.

Where is the person who can hold a bowl of water flat?

Even for him, the people in his heart have differences in importance.

"What we value is your talent and future.

Rather than the current strength! "

Ninth Meng smiled and said: "There are many people who will never leave after coming to the Tomb of Gods Realm.

If you practice hard here, as long as you have talent, you will be able to grow naturally under the protection of my Dream Tower. "

"In that case, there's no harm in going and taking a look!"

Ling Xiao nodded.

Although he does not completely believe in the purpose of Menglou, it would be good if he could achieve half of it.

He now has to spend three months alone in the Tomb of Gods world, so he must have some help.

Otherwise it would be a bit troublesome.

"Come with me!"

Ninth Dream smiled and rose into the air.

Among the towering forest, she didn't fly high, probably because she didn't want to attract too much attention.

Ling Xiao followed behind.

About an hour later, Ninth Dream came to a deep valley.

There is dense fog here, which is simply a natural maze.

"Follow me!"

Ninth Dream took Ling Xiao's hand and walked on a special path in the fog.

After walking for another half an hour, I saw a castle in the air.

This pavilion has no foundation and is actually suspended in mid-air.

It looked like he could leave at any time.

"All this is to prevent Menglou from being surrounded."

Ninth Dream explained.

"Dream Tower has existed for tens of thousands of years. It must be extremely powerful, so it will be surrounded and suppressed?"

Ling Xiao was a little surprised.

“That’s because you don’t understand the horror of the Tomb of Gods world.

This is still just the edge of the God Tomb Realm, so you should have already felt the danger.

If you go further inside, on the real battlefield, it will be a tragedy, often tens of thousands versus tens of thousands.

Even battles of hundreds of thousands against hundreds of thousands can break out.

Then life is really like a piece of grass! "

When Ninth Dream talked about this matter, there was a sad look in her eyes. It could be seen that someone familiar to her died on the battlefield.

Under the castle in the air is a beautiful valley with many people in it.

These are probably all people from Menglou.

"Ninth dream, who is this person?"

A figure appeared in a flash, glanced at Ling Xiao and asked, "You know that in my secret realm of Dream Tower, outsiders cannot be brought in easily."

"I have invited him to join Dream Tower."

The ninth dream said: "This person's name is Ling Xiao, he is good at the art of holy patterns!"

"Meet No. 1 Dream!"

At this moment, a figure fell from the Dream Tower.

She is also a woman, with a similar figure to Ninth Dream.

But the breath is even more terrifying.

Also wearing a veil, cold and noble.

Like a queen.

In Dream Tower, there is no master.

Everyone is ranked according to rank.

The stronger the strength, the higher the ranking.

The First Dream has been in this position for hundreds of years.

In other words, she has been in the tomb world for hundreds of years.

"Will you join me in Dream Tower?"

First Meng looked at Ling Xiao and asked.

"I was very interested in hearing the Ninth Dream mention your purpose.

If Menglou does not restrict my personal freedom, I would naturally be willing to join! "

Ling Xiao said.

“To join Menglou, you must understand three points:

First, you must not fight with your fellow disciples;

Second, you must not betray Menglou;

Third, while being protected by the Dream Tower, your merit must reach more than one thousand before you can leave. "

First Dream said.

"Achievements?"

Ling Xiao could understand the first two, but Ling Xiao was a little confused about the third one.

“Completing the mission of Menglou or protecting the people in Menglou can be used to calculate merit.

Everyone in the Dream Tower has the Dream Tower Order and will record these.

Don't worry, even if you are a warrior with a cultivation level of the Sixth God Realm, it is very simple to achieve a thousand merit points. For example, you can get at least a hundred merit points by rescuing a companion with the same level of cultivation. "

Ninth Dream explained.

"Okay, I'll join!"

Ling Xiao also understands that if you want to gain rights by joining a certain force, you have to pay certain obligations.