Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Don't talk about rhetoric, it's our fault, it's our dog's eyes that people are low, as long as they can live, Lingxiao will let us do anything in the future."

At this time, there were many people who silently swore and silently prayed in the crowd.

They placed their hopes on Ling Xiao.

Of course, some people dismissed Ling Xiao.

For example, Tianfeng Tuan, such as Baxian Mountain.

The Tianfeng regiment dispatched the gold team members, and Baxianshan dispatched the disciples of the upper Baxianshan.

Only one person was sent.

The golden member of the Tianfeng Tuan is Chen Fengxiao, and the disciples of the Eight Immortals on the Eight Immortals Mountain are sand sculptures.

From their point of view, as long as these two people shot, they will be easily destroyed.

However, when Chen Fengxiao and Sha Diao came to the underground city Guo under the leadership of Wang Peng, they did not immediately take action.

There was a meaningful sneer on both faces.

"You don't want to help quickly, Ling Xiao alone, certainly not the opponent of the demon."

Wang Peng yelled anxiously.

"To shut up!"

Sand sculpture directly stunned Wang Peng in the palm of his hand.

"It's ridiculous, haven't heard of it, do heroes always show up at the last moment? Even if we have to fight, we have to wait until those people in Baxian County have more dead spots, then those humble guys will be grateful to us. "

The sand sculpture sneered.

"agree."

Chen Feng smiled and nodded, his face indifferent.

The lives of ordinary warriors are insignificant to them.

In fact, they want to see Ling Xiao killed by the demon, and then they will shoot.

In this way, the resulting influence is greater.

The two of them looked at the battlefield over there at the same time.

Although Ling Xiao uses the meteor step with the moon to cooperate with the thunder and lightning body, he can interact with the devil.

But after some time, he was still suppressed by a giant blood ghost in a corner.

"Escape? Why didn't you escape? Your body style is indeed good, but it's a pity that in this world, you can't do it alone, maybe I am the nemesis of you who are good at body law."

The demon looked at Ling Xiao indifferently, a proud expression appeared on his face.

Although several attacks did not hit Ling Xiao, but by virtue of familiarity with the terrain, Ling Xiao was trapped in the corner of the wall. At this time, Ling Xiao had no chance at all.

"Everything is going to end, boy, to death, if you are willing to tell the truth and tell who you are, I may be able to spare you."

The demon said lightly.

"Neuropathy, I have said it many times. I am Ling Xiao, a disciple of Heixian Mountain in the Lower Eight Immortals Mountain!"

Ling Xiao did not have a good airway.

"If you are obsessed, then you will die. The next move is my strongest move, and it is also a move made by condensing blood for many years. Using it to send you on the road, for you, it is a supreme glory. ."

With sarcasm and anger, a ghost holding a huge sickle came out behind the demon.

The phantom is dressed in a black cloak, and the whole body is like a skull. Only the eyes are shining with blood red, as if they can hook the soul.

"Wuhun, the god of death! This is the martial soul given to me by our doorkeeper. It is as powerful as the nine dragon souls and the twelve immortal martial souls of the ancient times."

A huge blood-red sickle appeared in the hand of the demon.

Above the blade, Han Mang flickered, and strength continued to condense.

"Then I was really fortunate to meet, but you, the god of death, the martial spirit, should only be a counterfeit made by your doorkeeper. Although it is also very powerful, it is a pity that it really can't talk to the nine great ancient dragon souls. compared to."

Ling Xiao had Tai Chi eyes, and saw through it that the demon's martial spirit was not a real product, but an imitation made by a very powerful technology.

Although Wuhun is not the only one.

Many people can have the same Martial Soul, but there are also some Martial Souls, which are very special, they are unique, and there is no second one.

For example, the Nine Great Ancient Dragon Soul, the Twelve Immortal Wu Soul, the Death God Wu Soul, etc.

Of course, there are also domineering martial spirits.

Want to get these martial spirits, unless its owner died.

"Dare to blaspheme the reward of the master, you can't be blamed!"

The demon was very angry, very angry, and dared to say that his martial spirit was a counterfeit, which made him unacceptable.

His breath became stranger and stronger.

"Ling Xiao, go quickly, I believe that with your strength, you can successfully escape, leave me alone, go!"

Ling Jiaojiao would like to believe his brother Ling Xiao.

But the cruel reality in front of her told her that Ling Xiao really refused to be the opponent of this demon.

She didn't want to harm Ling Xiao because of herself, so she shouted hysterically.

The cry has been heard throughout the ground.

"I Lingxiao has never done anything to throw away my loved ones and escaped. I haven't done it before, and I won't have it in the future!

Moreover, I will never die!"

Ling Jiaojiao only heard such a sentence, and then saw the demon launch an attack on Ling Xiao.

Bloody sky.

Ling Xiao's figure seemed to be swallowed by the huge god of death.

"That kid is dead, should we shoot?"

In the dark, the sand sculpture glanced over there dismissively, and smiled at Chen Feng lightly.

"Your disciples of Baxian Mountain are too useless. I was expecting him to seriously hurt the monster before he died, so that we can deal with it a little easier."

Chen Fengxiao sneered and burst out of the air.

"That kid is not worthy of being a disciple of Mo Yingmen!"

Sand sculpture snorted coldly, and rushed out at the same time.

These two are extremely powerful.

The terrifying breath is stronger than the monster.

When the two of them appeared on the big screen, many people forgot the existence of Ling Xiao and became extremely excited.

"It's Chen Feng laughing!"

"It's a sand sculpture!"

"Great, Tianfeng Tuan and Baxian Mountain finally sent masters, and with them, we can finally be rescued."

"The performance of Ling Xiao is not bad. It's a pity to die. After death, you can be chased down as a hero of Baxian County."

"Oh, that's what I said, no matter what, people have worked hard, although they haven't done anything."

"What you said is so nice to do, Ling Xiao is an overwhelming waste. Knowing that Moyingmen is doing such things, UU should read the book www.uukanshu.com to report to the Eight Immortals Mountain, rather than go to his own merit.

If you are dead, you deserve it."

"Yes, you deserve to die!"

Most of these unconscience-speaking people are from the Zhou and Shen families, and there are also some Baxianshan disciples who are related to the Sha family, as well as people from the Tianfeng Tuan.

They thought that Ling Xiao was a waste of greed, not only without credit, but also corrupted the reputation of Baxian Mountain.

It’s cheap to die if you die.

"Scythe of death-bloodthirsty!"

There was a loud noise, and the big screen seemed to shake for a while.

The envoy not only wrapped Ling Xiao with terrible blood, but also released a terrifying attack.

A huge sickle vigorously cut directly to the position where Ling Xiao was standing.