Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Batian Wuhun ()"

when!

A crisp voice sounded.

The defensive magic weapon of goodwill saved his life.

But what surprised the goodwill was that the armor was corroded.

What a terrible attack.

Anger and hatred burst into his eyes.

He even dared to destroy his magic weapon and seek death.

The tyrannical voice sounded, and the goodwill began to change.

Countless tentacles stretched out from the body.

"Xing Tian Clan!"

There was a cold color in Ling Xiao's eyes.

Xingtian clan, a very strange race.

It's completely different from human beings, not even human.

They may be just an eye, or they may be like an octopus, or they may be just a hand.

In short, they may all be the weird images you can imagine.

Xingtian clan, these are two kinds of creatures that are completely different from human beings.

But they also have feelings and hatred.

But I don’t know if there is love.

Obviously, the Xingtian clan in front of him is very much like a huge octopus.

It's just an octopus without a head, it seems to have only tentacles.

"It's disgusting!"

Ling Xiao cursed secretly, at this time Goodwill had already been killed.

Countless tentacles turned into sharp edges and pierced Ling Xiao.

It brought great pressure to Ling Xiao.

"Sword Burst Saint Rune! Start!"

"Tai Chi swordsmanship saint pattern! Kai!"

"Illusory Sword Saint Mark! Kai!"

The three Saint Runes were activated at the same time, and Ling Xiao didn't dare to be careless in the face of this terrifying Xingtian Clan.

The Sword Blast Saint Rune released countless sword lights, constantly destroying those tentacles.

However, the tentacles seem to be able to regenerate continuously, and will grow back after being destroyed.

Fortunately, Ling Xiao released the Illusory Sword Saint Mark, otherwise, it would be really troublesome.

"Go, my servants!"

In the Tai Chi Swordsmanship Saint Rune, the war slaves who looked at were stored, all of them were transformed from the corpses on the battlefield, although the combat effectiveness was not very strong.

But the victory is huge enough.

"Dragon God Realm!"

Facing this terrifying Xingtian Clan, Ling Xiao almost tried his best to fight.

In the ice and snow, the tentacles suddenly froze.

"Tai Chi Eyes!"

Ling Xiao opened the eyes of Tai Chi, looking for the weakness of Xing Tian clan.

He found that there was a luminous thing in the body of goodwill, and that must be the key to Xingtian clan.

Since you can't kill it outside, you can only destroy the shiny thing.

"God, go!"

"Bull God, come out!"

The two avatars outside the body simultaneously kill the goodwill.

Ling Xiao disappeared into the void.

Even if it is as strong as the child god and bull god, there is no way to face this Xingtian monster.

The result of fighting desperately, but not ideal.

At this moment, Ling Xiao suddenly appeared in front of Xing Tian Clan, and the sharp double swords pierced the luminous vital point at the same time.

"Do you think your strategy is useful?"

At that moment, Goodwill spoke.

Suddenly something similar to a shield appeared in the luminous place.

Ling Xiao's sword couldn't penetrate at all.

"Of course I think it's useful, time goes upstream!"

Ling Xiao smiled slightly, Xing Tian clan's time returned to three seconds ago.

But Ling Xiao's time still maintained.

The shield disappeared, and Ling Xiao's sword pierced the luminous object.

"Damn it!"

Xingtian clan let out a scream, and fell to the ground unwillingly.

Goodwill also fell, but it was not dead yet.

Ling Xiao took a move and shut the goodwill into the small world of Tyrant.

He looked at the world again.

Unlike the God Realm he imagined, the resources here seemed to have been exhausted, and there were traces of war everywhere.

There are ruins and wars everywhere.

It is hard for him to imagine that this is actually the God Realm?

That God Realm that is respected by the Celestial Warriors and worshipped by the Lower Realm Warriors?

However, it is not without good things here.

The plants that can grow in the flames of war and ruins are all natural treasures.

The monsters that survived are extremely terrifying existences.

He flew forward for a while, and finally saw a figure.

This person lay there, with endless sadness and despair in his eyes.

Although man is not dead yet, although he is full of vitality, his heart seems to be dead.

Ling Xiao fell next to this person, and was surprised to find that this person's cultivation base turned out to be a wandering god!

The wandering god is in the lower realm, that is definitely the top existence, even in the heaven, it is only 30% of existence.

More than 70% of the Celestial Warriors have to leave.

"What happened here, how could you be like this?"

Ling Xiao asked.

The man looked up at Ling Xiao listlessly, smiled bitterly and said: "Here is another fool!"

"Fucked? Isn't this the God Realm?"

Ling Xiao asked again.

"This is the God Realm, but it's not, because this place is just a cage used by the gods to imprison human geniuses."

The man smiled bitterly: "I was also a first-rate genius in the heavens back then, because I admired the gods, so I stepped into the door of the gods.

Over the years, we have been killing each other and have become the toys of the twelve supreme gods.

For a thousand years, here, the martial artist's cultivation base will not be improved at all, because the gods have changed the laws here.

A thousand years ago, I was the Three-Circle Traveling God, and now, I still am.

Hopeless.

The gods are playing with us!"

"Are you still alive?"

Ling Xiao asked lightly.

Although these words are cold, it is strange that he can live after thousands of years of despair.

"That's because the gods don't allow us to die. In this place, even if we die, we will be resurrected and repeat forever. Unless one day, the gods get tired of playing and think you are not fun, they will naturally grant you death. ."

Ling Xiao frowned.

It was so cruel.

These people are all geniuses and evildoers.

They have to bear such insults.

Like a puppet, being teased.

The evil taste of the gods is really disgusting.

"Do you want to get out of this purgatory?"

Ling Xiao asked.

"Escape?"

The man shook his head and said, "In the first hundred years of coming in, I thought about leaving, and I was as full of hope as you.

But then gradually I understood.

Once you enter here, you can never get out.

Unless one day, you can fight the twelve supreme gods.

But is that possible?

It is impossible to cultivate here at all, and cannot improve the cultivation level.

What strength you come in is what strength."

Ling Xiao sighed, he could see the despair in the opponent's eyes, that was the despair caused by too many things.

Although every death can be resurrected, the pain and torture experienced by ordinary people are unbearable.

One time is fine, ten times is fine, one hundred times is fine, but what about one thousand times, ten thousand times, one hundred thousand times?

After all, people's bearing capacity is limited.

"what's your name?"

Ling Xiao asked.

"Yue Jiuxiao!"

"Are you from the Moon Clan?"

Ling Xiao asked in surprise.

"Yes, I was the first genius of the Yue Clan that year. I have a lovely daughter. Her name is Yue Linglong. Unfortunately, I will never see her again."

Ling Xiao's body was trembling.

This person is actually Yue Linglong's father.