Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Chapter 9191 The ant’s struggle

These two people were simply suffocatingly powerful.

One of them has the mark of the Desert Scorpion between his eyebrows.

The other person has the mark of a desert lizard between his eyebrows.

Ling Xiao felt like two giant beasts from ancient times.

It's obviously not that big.

But there seemed to be heaven and earth in his eyes.

At this time, both of them saw Ling Xiao.

The strong man with the lizard mark smiled: "Hahahaha, it's coming, it's still coming!

Heisha Martial Saint, you have suppressed me for ten thousand years, but in the end you still failed. Today, you will die after all.

Don't worry, after I go out, I will definitely take care of all your disciples and grandchildren, hahahaha! "

The laughter was like thunder.

The shock made Ling Xiao's head buzz.

"really!"

Ling Xiao actually saw these two people and guessed that the person with the poisonous scorpion mark might be the Black Sand Martial Saint who disappeared thousands of years ago.

Now, it's certain.

The Black Sand Martial Saint is indeed missing.

He is not dead.

It’s not like he left the Black Sand Territory.

He was just trapped.

So who is the other person?

Ling Xiao was a little confused. Anyone who could fight against the Black Sand Martial Saint must also be a Martial Saint.

"Ghost Dragon Martial Saint, don't even think about it. Even if I die together with you, I won't let you escape."

Black Sand Martial Saint said coldly.

Apparently he has made up his mind.

"Heisha, are you confused? You know that the so-called Saint's Secret Realm this time was forcibly created by me despite my injuries, right?

The purpose is to let your disciples and descendants come in and kill each other.

More than one million people came in.

Now there are only about 300,000 dead left.

Those dead warriors, their flesh and blood, and their souls will be the source of my recovery.

But for some reason, the energy essence of some people was swallowed up.

How strange.

never mind.

It doesn't matter, if you can make me recover a little bit, you will die!

Also, have you seen that silly boy?

Those including him are top geniuses.

They did not listen to your advice and entered here.

They just came to bring me nourishment.

You know the techniques I practice. As long as I swallow their flesh and blood, I will regain a lot of strength.

There is no hope for you.

You lost to me after all.

You are powerful, but you are still no match for human greed.

Hahahaha, if God wants to kill you, you have to die! "

Ghost Dragon Martial Saint laughed.

Very excited.

Ling Xiao frowned.

Some of the previous doubts were completely cleared up.

Ten thousand years ago, the Black Sand Martial Saint encountered a powerful enemy in order to prevent the Black Sand Region from being destroyed.

Therefore, it is a place where powerful enemies are imprisoned.

There is no difference between the two.

No one can leave here.

But the Ghost Dragon Martial Saint was still stronger than the Black Shark Martial Saint, so he came up with a way.

to restore his strength.

Thus, the secret realm of the saint appeared.

There were also some dead corpses that Ling Xiao encountered in the Saint's Secret Realm before, although their bodies were intact.

An explanation can also be given.

This Ghost Dragon Martial Saint seems to be able to absorb people's life force.

Let people die endlessly.

Pity.

Those emperor-level existences are of no use in front of the saint.

They all became victims of this fight.

The ten thousand year battle continues to this day.

Although both of them were seriously injured, they were still fighting.

There are also desert poisonous scorpions and desert lizards encountered before, which seem to be able to give a perfect explanation.

Black Shark Martial Saint attempts to block the warriors entering here.

I just don’t want Gu Long Martial Saint’s ambition to be realized.

But it's a pity that almost all the top talents have come in.

His obstruction failed.

But there was a mistake between Yin and Yang.

Ling Xiao stopped the others.

I just entered here by myself.

"Boy, where are the others? Didn't nearly thirty of them come over? Forget it, never mind, you're not bad, I'll swallow your flesh and blood first.

Just wait for the others. "

After saying this, the Ghost Dragon Martial Saint suddenly slapped Ling Xiao with his palm.

The wind in that palm covers the sky and the sun.

It made the whole space dark.

A terrible pressure made Ling Xiao feel suffocated.

Although he was already a seriously injured Martial Saint.

But that is also a Martial Saint.

Ling Xiao couldn't resist at all.

I can't even run away!

He could only let the palm print that covered the sky come down.

"Move!"

Ling Xiao roared.

Suddenly, he transformed into an ancestral dragon.

The realm of heaven exploded.

Rush forward.

"Eh? Ancestral dragon bloodline? Heavenly realm? Is there such a genius in this world? Damn it, you must die!"

Ghost Dragon Martial Saint's expression changed somewhat.

Obviously, he was very afraid of Ling Xiao's talent.

"If you want to kill him, ask me first!"

The Black Sand Martial Saint took action.

A strong wind stirred up flying sand and rocks.

A huge hand formed.

boom!

Palms collided with palms.

An unstoppable terrifying storm formed between heaven and earth.

Ling Xiao was blown up.

On the battlefield of the Martial Saint, he was too insignificant.

No matter what method is used, it seems to be of no avail.

We can only save our lives!

"Heisha, if you dare to stop me, I will kill you!"

The fighting power of Ghost Dragon Martial Saint at this time is definitely stronger than that of Heisha Martial Saint.

The two of them fought on the earth, causing the earth to collapse and the sun and moon to lose light.

The scene was shocking.

But soon, Heisha Wusheng fell into a disadvantage.

Sure enough, the death of a large number of warriors gave the Ghost Dragon Martial Saint the best opportunity to recover, which finally made him stronger than the Black Sand Martial Saint.

The delicate balance is disrupted.

"No, I have to find a way, otherwise, I will definitely die today."

Ling Xiao knew very well that once Heisha Wusheng was defeated, he would be the next to die.

In front of the Martial Saint, the Quasi-Emperor is a real ant.

Even though he had countless means, he could not escape death.

Therefore, his hope is the Black Sand Martial Saint.

If it can help Heisha Wusheng win.

Then don't worry.

But how exactly can we help?

Formation!

By the way, formation!

This is the only way Ling Xiao can think of.