Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

A day later, the fog became thicker and turned completely black, making it truly impossible to see anything.

But strangely, the city was not affected by the strange fog.

It seems that the mist avoids these cities.

Ling Xiao felt a little strange. There was no formation in this city, so why should the mist be avoided?

Could it be that there is something in this city that makes even the mist feel scary?

Before he had time to think about it, a terrifying roar suddenly came from the distance.

Some roar like a tiger;

Some are like horses crowing;

Some sound like dragons roaring...

Various sounds kept sounding, which sounded extremely terrifying and made people feel like they were in the end of the world.

What's more, my original power has not reached the seventh level, but now it has increased to two levels of combat power.

Probably my little calamity will be the same as others.

"It's really a matter of life and death!"

"Why are you so pessimistic? Do you think what Brother Ling Xiao said is wrong?"

No one turned around frequently, as if looking for an escape route.

So, it's easier.

"Who is he? Doesn't he have a say?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out: "You haven't had a chance yet. If you lose your fighting spirit, you will have no choice but to let others slaughter you. You will really have a chance."

Although they knew that the primitive beasts did not dare to break into the city, everyone was still nervous. What if there was an accident?

No one had his fists clenched, ready to fight to the death.

Perhaps this primitive land does not have a long-term territory division, but it belongs to these high-level primitive beasts of the Small Tribulation Realm.

…

He found that these primitive beasts were basically from the first to third levels of the Great Tribulation Realm, and there seemed to be no stronger ones.

Those who surrender on the battlefield are likely to be falsely surrendering. The lower realm has been deceived before, so from here before, surrendering on the battlefield is definitely allowed.

That's it, it still needs to go through layers of review.

The others also stopped one after another and stood at the foot of the tower, seemingly lost in thought.

Gao Shun stopped practicing.

There is a small chance that your reinforcements will be blocked by the mist. As long as you can hold on for a while, you will definitely be able to wait for rescue.

It will definitely lead to a small disaster after the misty love grows, which is naturally the worst.

Gao Shun is the same as Ling Xiao.

It passed almost in the blink of an eye.

The people in that stronghold had long since become a piece of loose sand.

Once you are tricked by people from the lower realm, you will be killed directly without even a chance to surrender.

Therefore, if you want to survive, there is only one choice. This is not to fight to the end, hold the stronghold and wait for reinforcements.

Qu Si also found a place where he could grow up and finish his training.

The number must be at least tens of thousands.

At that time, you have to have other thoughts. "

If it is possible, it would be wrong to increase the original power.

Qu Si smiled and suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, Aichang came to an eighth-level warrior of the Small Tribulation Realm, grabbed the other person's throat, and said hotly: "Why did he ask you? Is that enough for you?

At this time, Ling Xiao's voice sounded again: "Everyone, it is shameful to want to escape now.

With my current strength, increasing my combat power by 10% is quite objective.

Gao Shun did not cause the small catastrophe he imagined. Although it felt slow, it was not that he did not cause it.

But you think they should understand that warriors from the lower realm to the upper realm will never be merciful on the battlefield.

Running away now is not a bad choice.

That seems to confirm the statement that those primitive beasts were not created by the original master. They were arranged to move in the same area to test the creatures created by the original master.

Gao Shun hasn't noticed yet, but Qu Si's combat prowess is considered the best among those people.

Countless black shadows emerged from the mist.

See farther and clearer.

"Yes, why is he, a warrior in the Great Tribulation Realm, here in the primitive land?"

Even when Ling Xiao opened his Tai Chi Eye, he couldn't completely penetrate the mist, but it was much more powerful than ordinary warriors.

Fortunately, those primitive beasts stopped when they came near the city wall, seeming to be very frightened.

"The mist will last for about a year. During that time, everyone should seize the time to practice. Before the mist starts, whether you run away or fight to the death, you will always become weaker."

I found that a single level of raw power could not increase my combat power by at least 10%.

Hundreds of thousands of primitive beasts, this is really fatal.

All kinds of primitive beasts.

Although it was very difficult for Gao Shun to kill the original beast, I am the same as the others.

No one sighed.

If you run away, does that mean you can only stay here and wait to die?

So we are not insulting Gao Shun at all.

After everyone heard that, they left one after another to see Wei Wu again.

No one wants to surrender, Ai Chang cannot wait before the battle begins.

Yes, Qu Si's words are still very ineffective. What I said may not be easy to hear. The main reason is that what I said is the truth.

That strange fog is really not a disaster.

Even monsters like Long Chen and Jin Yan could be as nervous as me.

Except for monsters, special warriors can only be killed instantly even if they are of the same level.

In addition, Ling Xiao comes from the first place in the wilderness, so his appeal is also very powerful. No one will listen to my words.

It makes no sense that anyone would dare to travel through the mist.

But it's different from usual. The eyes of these primitive beasts are all white, as if they have lost their minds.

No one has discussed it privately or externally.

Whoever dares to yell at you again, with or without the slightest insult, you guarantee that I will die in an ugly way. "

The bad thing is, my original power of love has been upgraded to the eighth level.

Gao Shun is just a person from the Nishang realm, at least, we think he is.

The voice came from Ling Xiao.

From the initial tens of thousands, it has not reached hundreds of thousands.

On such a scale, perhaps no one except Gao Shunzhili could get out.

And there are fewer and fewer primitive beasts.

Even if they want to seek refuge in the lower world, now is a bad time, because we will only take care of them and kill them all.

Everyone's faces looked so bad.

One year is really slow.

The mist is getting thicker and thicker.

It seems that he is afraid of something.

Ling Xiao is from the ancient world.

The lower realm will accept people who seek refuge, but definitely on the battlefield.

That increased my combat power by 80%.

It's so difficult.

After saying that, I threw the warrior out.

All are primitive beasts.

At this time, there was still half a day left before the fog started.

"Are you really dead?"

The person who spoke was none other than Gao Shun. Unfortunately, as soon as I finished speaking, I was stared at and a series of scoldings and curses came.

The primitive beast is weaker than the warriors of the same level, maybe even 810% weaker. That has not yet become a disputed fact.

Whatever the mist is, it has something to do with us. There is also a way to rush out, but it is just like practicing steadily. As Ling Xiao said, no matter whether you go out or go out, you must at least become weaker.