Peerless Martial Soul

"This, is this a soul beast?" At this time, a look of horror appeared on Gu Ruoyun's face outside the cave.

Then he shook his head and sighed: "This little guy is really unlucky. Those soul beasts have been out for an hour."

"It stands to reason that even if we go in again, we won't encounter him. But I didn't expect that he directly lured all the spirit beasts out."

"It seems that this little guy must have something in his body that these soul beasts particularly covet. No wonder he wants to enter the Soul-Destroying Secret Realm so much."

"He is just afraid and wants to go in and look for something."

He sighed, but he didn't have the slightest intention to save Chen Feng. He just said lightly: "The path you have chosen will come to an end. If you die on the way, you can't blame others!"

He shook his head and said: "You are unlucky if you encounter a soul beast. The soul beast is very powerful and very difficult to deal with. Even I am a little afraid, let alone you!"

He had completely given up any hope that Chen Feng could survive.

Tongtian Peak, above the main hall, there is the first main seat in the middle, which is the seat where only Master Yun Ling can sit.

Pan Ling didn't dare to sit there, but he placed a seat next to him and sat there carefree.

The meaning is obvious, he is now above everyone else.

On his left and right sides, there were more than a dozen Supreme Elders sitting on each side, with impatient looks on their faces.

Pan Ling seemed to be completely unaware and kept talking.

Although everyone was dissatisfied, no one dared to speak out. Now they had to listen to Pan Ling. This was a very strict sect rule and they did not dare to violate it.

Pan Ling was talking triumphantly above. Suddenly, everyone heard a strong sound of breaking through the air coming from outside, and it kept approaching here.

One of the Supreme Elders stood up and said solemnly: "Someone is driving the flying giant beast towards us."

Pan Ling suddenly stood up and said, "I want to see who dares to be so arrogant on the territory of our Ziyang Sword Field!"

With that said, he walked out of the hall.

When they walked out of the hall and came to the square in front, they saw a huge black shadow approaching rapidly in the distance.

It turned from a black spot into a black shadow, and then almost instantly, it suddenly appeared in the sky in front of the hall.

The sky was blocked and the sun was blocked. Everyone felt that their eyes were dark, and the sun was blocked.

Everyone looked up in shock and saw that what was hovering in the sky was a huge golden tiger. This golden tiger was six to seven hundred meters long from front to back and was as huge as a mountain.

On its two wings, there are two huge fleshy wings with a wingspan of up to a kilometer, which looks like a giant mountain in the air.

Every time the two fleshy wings shake, it can set off a hurricane, making people almost unable to stand still in the square!

"What kind of powerful spiritual beast is this? It's at least a ninth-grade spiritual beast! It's extremely powerful!" an elder exclaimed.

The other person said with a serious look: "This is not a spiritual beast."

"Look, the body of this giant golden tiger is translucent. This is not a natural spiritual beast, but a condensed martial spirit."

"This is the martial soul of a strong soul in the Soul Condensation Realm!"

When everyone heard this, they looked around and saw that this was indeed the case.

After confirming this, everyone gasped!

Such a huge martial soul is extremely powerful. This person is definitely one of the best among the powerful soul condensing realm.

This huge golden-winged tiger, after hovering in the square for a while, suddenly turned around and flew towards the core square.

Pan Ling and others cursed inwardly, but had no choice but to follow.

Soon, the golden-winged tiger arrived above the core square.

In the core square, tens of thousands of core disciples gathered here. The sudden arrival of this giant golden-winged tiger gave everyone a great shock.

People looked up at him with shock on their faces!

Then, the golden-winged giant tiger slowly descended, setting off a huge gust of wind that caused some of the core disciples to stagger around.

People got out of the way, and finally, the golden-winged giant tiger landed on the ground.

Everyone also saw the two people standing on the tiger's head.

One is an elegant middle-aged man in his fifties, and next to him is a young man in his twenties.

This young man was extremely handsome and had a noble temperament, but he had an undisguised look of arrogance on his face.

He stood on the tiger's head with his hands behind his hands, looking at the core disciples of Ziyang Sword Field with disdain, and let out a cold snort in his nose, showing great disdain.

Then, his eyes no longer turned to them, but to the mountains in the distance.

Obviously, these core disciples were not taken seriously by him at all!

Pan Ling and other Supreme Elders rushed over. He looked at this elegant middle-aged man and said in a deep voice: "I don't know who you are. Why do you come to my Ziyang Sword Field?"

The elegant middle-aged man did not answer him, but said lightly: "Where is Master Yuan Ling?"

He asked Master Yuan Ling when he opened his mouth, without even asking who Pan Ling was. It was obvious that he did not take Pan Ling seriously at all and thought that he was not qualified to talk to him at all.

A look of embarrassment flashed across Pan Ling's face, and he said calmly: "Master Yun Ling is in retreat. Now I am in charge of the Ziyang Sword Field."

"Are you presiding over the Ziyang Sword Field?" The elegant middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and said, "Are all the tops of the other main peaks dead? Is it your turn?"

Upon hearing this, Pan Ling's face immediately turned ugly and he said coldly: "What do you mean by this?"

The elegant middle-aged man said calmly: "What I mean is that you are totally unworthy of standing here talking to me!"

"Who is your Excellency?" Pan Ling said while holding back his anger.

He knew that this person was definitely not someone to be trifled with, so he didn't dare to offend him.

Pan Ling is definitely a person who bullies the weak and fears the strong. When he encounters real difficulties, he will give up.

At this time, a knowledgeable Supreme Elder behind him exclaimed: "The martial spirit is a golden tiger with huge wings. It is said that this kind of martial spirit can only be owned by a strong man from the Alchemist Association!"

"And he is also a master of the Soul Condensation Realm. How many such masters are there in our Danyang County?"

"Your Excellency, could it be Su Yucheng, the president of the Danyang County Alchemist Association? Your martial spirit is the fifth-grade Xuan level, the Golden-winged Flying Tiger!"

The elegant middle-aged man said proudly: "Not all of you in Ziyang Sword Field are blind, there are some who can recognize me!"

As soon as he said this, many of the Ziyang Sword Field disciples who were watching screamed in surprise and looked at him with great admiration.

The masters of the Soul Condensation Realm are far superior to them in strength. In their eyes, they are just like legendary figures.

And this martial spirit has actually reached the fifth level of Xuan level, which is a realm that they can't even imagine.

A fifth-grade Xuan-level martial soul with such a huge spirit, just think about it and you know how powerful it would be!