Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Um?"

Yuyi suddenly looked at Ling Xiao in surprise, as if he had seen a ghost: "How is it possible! It only took you half an hour to cultivate to the first level of primitive power?"

It's easy to identify how strong the aura of primal power is.

Especially when there is a breakthrough, it is easier to see.

Yu Yi was right next to Ling Xiao, so he could naturally see everything clearly.

Everyone practices together.

They didn't even touch the door, and Ling Xiao had already broken through the first level of primitive power.

"It's just luck!"

Ling Xiao said lightly.

"luck!"

the men shouted in panic.

Everyone was a little desperate.

Although it is not comparable to the monster Ling Xiao, it is still much more powerful than Xue Xue and Yaoxiang.

Low Shun asked.

I just hope that during that period, there will be no low-handed people coming to help, so that we can arrive.

"I'm afraid. I'm going to die. If I fight with you, I may not lose."

But I didn't say anything about it, because there's no telling whether that formation would be useless at a critical moment, but it could give others hope that it was reliable.

An old man spoke.

So I decided to stop for a while, it was just a way to slow down.

"What happened to them? Did they go out to bring in reinforcements?"

"If I had known someone would come to rescue me, I would have given up on that place earlier. But now it's too bad. I'm trapped in the mist. I can't leave even if I want to."

"It's strange, it's been a day, why are people from the lower world coming to attack?"

It was Guang Lingxiao's original power that had been promoted to the seventh level.

"You are here too. Logically speaking, listening to what this humble man said, without the help of the white-robed men in the lower world, we will be weaker than you in terms of numbers and combat power. As long as we persist in our attack, we will defeat you sooner or later. All destroyed.”

"It's over, there will be no more reinforcements!"

"Wait, it looks like there's no one there!"

That time, it actually succeeded. Although it was just a complicated formation, it was definitely better than any other formation.

The two old men in Yuyi and Nishang were so shocked that they closed their mouths.

A day is a long time.

We wonder if reinforcements will arrive after the mist falls. Before such mist comes, we will lose any hope.

The next moment, the eyes of Yuyi and others almost popped out.

No one even took action because of a little friction, and the scene was very chaotic.

Yuyi smiled bitterly, geniuses always like to describe excellence as luck.

That person is dead, but not really dead.

"Slowly...slowly let you retreat!"

If the mist is about to rise, and the warriors from the lower realm are willing to take risks, you will all die. "

I found that with each level of primitive power, the difficulty of previous training increases almost tenfold.

When these people are close, we can only see vaguely.

It's incredible.

"As expected."

What kind of monster is that guy?

"Damn, why is that happening!"

No one yelled.

After hearing those words, everyone's hearts fell completely to the bottom.

Although a small number of people believe that the arrival of the mysterious fog will be very dangerous, their vigilance has not been relaxed.

Hagoromo was about to cry.

"That's right. He looks like one of your people, and his aura is very strange."

Those eight people are all monsters.

"Yes, yes, reinforcements!"

Ling Xiao walked over and used his primitive power to draw the sacred pattern.

Ling Xiao shook his head and said: "I can only draw a single holy pattern and cannot form a formation. Let's continue practicing."

After all, it is a calamity pit.

Ling Xiao stopped practicing.

Another old man also nodded.

Everyone was uninjured and looked bright.

At this time, the reinforcements had not arrived, but they had arrived through the mist.

Before that, it took a month to master the seventh level of primitive power.

Ling Xiao asked.

Yuyi shook his head and said: "If you want to deploy the holy pattern array in the primitive land, you must at least cultivate your primitive power to the third level. Unfortunately, there are very few warriors at the third level, and no formation mage can reach it, so That’s why this embarrassing situation occurred.”

That was the scene after the strange fog came.

Yuyi must know that these two are Ling Xiao's bad brothers. Does he know what his expression is at this time?

What a joke, other warriors can't draw a single holy pattern even if they reach the seventh level.

In this way, a day passed in the blink of an eye.

He even used the mist to escape.

Ling Xiao stood up again.

"I'll try!"

Ling Xiao frowned and said nothing more, but tried to arrange the holy pattern array.

No one shook his head and even showed a look of ecstasy on his face.

Hagoromo said.

Fan Qing shook his head and said: "Those people should be the remnants of the other two strongholds. We are still alive."

"So, before the mysterious fog begins, the life and death of that stronghold will be at stake?"

There is a light mist in the air.

Suddenly, no one shouted at the top of the city.

Despair suddenly turned to hope, even ecstasy.

"There's a mistake. It's probably due to the influence of the mist. When the mist comes, it doesn't matter how weak the opponent is. When we have a way to attack the stronghold, we are not the first to die."

Although Ling Xiao is the weirdest.

"Maybe it's because the mist is coming."

In the light mist, some figures could not be seen.

"It...succeeded!"

Rumor has it that there are two young men in the primitive land, one is called Long Chen and the other is named Jin Yan. It took the two of us one day to master the first level of primitive power.

Everyone's mood is stable.

Ling Xiao actually successfully drew the holy pattern.

"Is he going to shock people again, bad or bad, with the seventh level of primitive power in one day? Is he going to make people alive?"

One person said through gritted teeth.

No one is relieved.

The original power of Xue Xue and Yaoxiang was also promoted to the first level.

Because you know when the lower realm will attack, you can practice with peace of mind.

After all, we only have the last stronghold left. If something happens, Baimang Mountain will be handed over to others.

He returned to his original place and continued to practice his primitive power.

No one is upset anymore.

Otherwise, once the mist sets in, we will have no hope of escaping.

no one asked excitedly.

"Reinforcements have arrived?"

"Are the enemies coming?"

Although it is compared to the small formation arranged inside, if there is no such formation outside, it can still be effective at critical times.

"By the way, can I set up the holy pattern array now?"

Looking at that kind of atmosphere, Fan Qing sighed. I had just arrived and people were talking lightly. What was the fundamental change?

Several days have passed, and the holy pattern array deployed by Ling Xiao has not yet enveloped the entire city.

No one is angry because there are no reinforcements, because they feel abandoned.

But the results of those two men were probably much worse than the worst results.

"I'm afraid not."

Just trapped here.

"Forget it, these damn people from the lower world, we blocked all the roads for you to leave the White Python Mountain. Anyone who went out was ambushed. You guys are lucky to be able to come back alive.

But such people are only the majority after all. The small minority of people are now in high spirits and mood, and we have not yet had the idea of ​​​​escape.