Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

After Fengming Wuyang escaped, the remaining people had no chance.

The small hole was completely closed, and all the remaining warriors were trapped.

All these developments are too fast, so that the old man in red robe did not expect it at all.

Everything is because of that weird Jinwu. If it were not that guy, the wall of purgatory would not be damaged, and the following people could not escape.

He was the headmaster of the Dark Fire tribe, the first master under the night demon, even when using such a powerful wall of purgatory, he also let twelve people escape, which is simply a shame.

"dead!"

Under the rage, the old man in the red robe roared, and the purgatory burst, and all the remaining eight warriors were killed.

Among them are Tian Haijun, Old Lingdan and Fan Laolian, and the four bearers of Prince Wu.

So far, only nine people including Ling Xiao and his entourage, together with the magic sword, Prince Wu and Fengming Wuyang, have temporarily survived.

You know, there were more than 400 people when they came.

The soul temple is close at hand, but the danger is growing.

In addition to the red robe old man, the black and gold old man also joined the rest of the dark fire clan to launch a long-range attack on them.

This kind of attack makes them unable to fly with peace of mind, and they must constantly dodge.

As a result, the Soul Temple, which could be reached soon, wasted a lot of time.

"Boy, quickly open the Temple of Soul, or we will have to die when the old guy frees his hand."

The magic knife shouted.

In fact, without him, Ling Xiao also intended so.

He didn't want to help the magic knife.

But opening the soul temple at this time is also helping myself.

Finally, after passing through difficulties and obstacles, Ling Xiao reached the soul temple.

The light of the dense border map in my hand is even more shining.

"There is still a circle, damn it."

Ling Xiao frowned, turned back to his body, and began to concentrate on cracking the magic circle.

Dan Feng and others were in front of him. If they were to die, they would die for Ling Xiao at all costs.

"Everyone of the Dark Fire Clan flashes away!"

The old man in the red robe saw Ling Xiao possessing the map of the secret realm, obviously obviously anxious.

He was too late to catch up and even roared.

Then his hands were raised, and a more terrifying Emperor Heihuoyan rose up.

This Black Fire Flame Emperor is bigger than the Dark Fire Clan Master, and its power is more terrifying.

Ling Xiao thought that it was impossible to stop it.

There was a drop of cold sweat on his forehead, but his eyes kept looking at the magic circle on the soul temple.

In order to be saved, the only thing he can do is to crack this circle.

As for the Magic Knife, Prince Wu and Fengming Wuyang, they all stopped.

At a critical juncture, even if they are unwilling, Ling Xiao must be protected, otherwise everyone will die.

"Let the old man die!"

The huge Emperor Heihuoyan was thrown out like a black sun.

Except Ling Xiao's eleven people, they used their own strength and blasted out.

The Black Flame Flame Emperor was temporarily blocked in mid-air, but it continued to fall, but the speed became slower.

Seeing Hei Huo Yan Di falling continuously.

The Sword roared: "If you can't open the Temple of Soul, if you can't open the Temple of Soul, you friends, I will kill them all, one will not stay!"

Ling Xiao did not speak, at this time he had no time to fight with the magic knife, because for him, time is life.

It is the most unwise practice to waste time on boring sparring.

"Dead!"

The soul power released by the old man in red robe is even more horrible, and the speed of the black fire emperor's fall suddenly accelerated.

The magic knife looked awkward and turned his head to look at the Prince Wu beside him.

If Emperor Black Flame falls, die with it instead of pulling a shield.

Of all the people, only Prince Wu is the best fit for this shield.

After all, Prince Wu is stronger.

There will be more impact blocked for him.

Thinking of this, the magic knife quietly withdrew a part of its strength and extended a hand to Prince Wu.

But at that moment, a huge crocodile paw appeared behind him.

It turned out that what the magic knife thought was also what the Prince Wu thought.

The cunning martial prince is faster than him.

"Prince Martial, you dare!"

The magic knife sensed danger and shouted in horror.

He has always been known for being cunning, but he never thought that this guy, Prince Wu, is a member of the royal family. If he has no brains, how can he survive the royal family?

When it comes to conspiracy and conspiracy, it is clear that Prince Wu is superior to him.

"Joke, there is nothing you dare to kill you. You can block this blow for this king, and you can be considered dead!"

The huge crocodile's claws popped directly behind the magic knife from behind.

The magic knife body rushed forward, directly plunged into the terrifying Black Flame Emperor.

Perhaps it was the influence of the desire to survive, and the magic knife at this time broke out its most terrifying potential.

The black sword waved, actually weakened the black fire flame emperor a lot.

But even so, the opponent is still too strong, he was still burned alive in the scream of screaming.

Ling Xiao still did not look back.

For him, these have no meaning.

It would be better to say that the magic knife threatened him several times in an attempt to kill him.

Today, the magic knife was pitted by Prince Wu, but he was very happy to see it.

It's just that the martial prince must be on guard. This person is so cunning and insidious, and definitely not a person who can cooperate.

The Black Fire Flame Emperor became much weaker because of the attack before the death of the magic knife. Under the attack of ten people except Ling Xiao, it finally fell apart.

Seeing this scene, the old man in red robe jumped up.

"Today you all have to die here, don't even want to escape!"

"Meteorite falls!"

The old man in red robe madly vented the soul power in the spirit sea as if he didn't want money.

The light of the flame ignited above the dark sky.

More than a dozen huge meteorite descended from the sky and blasted towards the place where Ling Xiao and others were.

Prince Wu's eyes turned to Fengming Wuyang and Dan Feng and others.

This guy wants to find a warrior as a shield again.

"For another moment, the magic circle will be broken immediately!"

Although only two or three minutes have passed, Ling Xiao has already understood the mystery of this soul temple formation.

This surprised the old man in red robe.

He really did not expect that Ling Xiao's formation skills are so superb.

"puff!"

In order to accelerate the fall of the meteorite, the old man in red robe even spared himself to hurt his body and spit out a bit of blood.

The terrible meteorite quickly accelerated and rushed down.

Upon seeing this, Prince Wu suddenly raised his hands and turned a stream of water into tentacles. He grabbed Mo Yu, Zhu Shaocong and Feng Minglian and tried to smash the three meteorites.

"You dare to start, I will kill you!"

A cold voice came from behind Prince Wu, who obviously ignored Ling Xiao's affection for his friends.

I thought that at this critical moment, Ling Xiao would ignore the safety of his friends for his life.

(End of this chapter)