Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"kill!"

Yueying was also obviously unyielding, and rushed towards the fifth-level divine powerhouse, blasting out more than a dozen palm shadows in succession.

It was too late for the people around him to help.

The fifth-level divine powerhouse was instantly blasted into pieces, his body and soul turned into pieces, completely dead.

When the people around saw this scene, they couldn't help but take a breath. This woman must be too evil. She could kill a powerful fifth-level god so easily.

Even the top monster in the ancient world might not be able to do this.

Ling Xiao looked at Yueying with joy and helplessness.

Always having to be protected by Yueying is not an option after all.

He must become stronger quickly, to the point where no one in the entire Qilin Continent can fight with him. At that time, he will be truly powerful.

Not enough now!

But to learn that magical skill, you have to have weak soul power, but you can't maintain it at all.

The continuous fights left everyone around stunned.

We have no chance.

"His method was wrong. It's a pity that that kind of summoning is not that strong. The summoned object is indeed weaker than the main body, but the main body has to spend energy to control it, which leads to an increase in the main body's combat power."

The top existence among the intermediate gods.

"Huh! You're just looking for death!"

So, our choice is Moon Shadow.

Ling Xiao shook his head.

…

Liao Jie saw the problem at a glance.

"Damn it, is there anyone who can stop this person?"

"Yes, it's time to take action. This woman is too arrogant. Does she really think she can fight against the entire Black Hell Realm, Soul Realm, Chiyang Realm and Fumo Realm by herself?"

This is obviously too realistic, because we do not have this ability.

This is a weak person of the eighth level.

"It's very impossible. How can Ye Ran kill a seventh-level god instantly?"

That... that's too outrageous, isn't that man weak?

"Kill her!"

"The secret art of the White Prison Divine Technique—White Prison Summoning!"

We want that kind of person to live, because that kind of person will become a being that breaks the balance, and that is very beneficial to us.

Liao Jie gave Ling Xiao a small calamity pill.

It's broken now, and Ling Xiao will be broken as long as he's not stronger.

I can become Ling Xiao's burden.

Click!

A summoned object that is weaker than the main body is a very unnatural existence.

The two palms collided in the void.

"Difficult! Among the warriors who retreated to the Origin Realm that time, the weakest was the eighth-level god. It is certain that even the eighth-level gods could have blocked this man, and it is even more possible for others."

The eighth-level god from the White Hell Realm roared angrily and controlled the White Hell Demon to kill Ling Xiao.

"You can make him die."

Yueying was no longer relaxed.

"You're almost done!"

Its combat power is relatively weak, and it is about 87% inferior to the warrior himself.

The eighth-level god suddenly roared violently, and a gap opened in front of his body, releasing an extremely evil aura.

That is really outrageous.

"Hehe, man, although he is weak, but without the burden of Yueying, it is no longer a dream for him to win against you today."

The sixth-level divine powerhouse from the Black Hell Realm finally spoke.

However, Ling Xiao's expression remained calm.

With one punch, the void ended its distortion.

Ling Xiao was injured.

Of course, that death was a faked death, a strategy based on life-saving monkey hair.

That situation must change.

The void cracked open as a result, and streaks of pitch-white void appeared. There was nothing there, and they looked terrifying.

A God of Tribulation Realm quickly approached Yueying and wanted to capture Yueying.

"Why is he so crazy? He's only an eighth-level god, but he dares to shout like this in front of you?"

The gods of the calamity realm who were standing aside felt a little relieved when they saw that scene. Although these eighth-level gods were still defeated for the time being, if the way is defeated, does it mean that we have to escape?

Yueying looked at Ling Xiao worriedly.

After all, he was hit without defense, so it was possible to get injured.

"This man actually blocked it!"

"Roar--!"

At this time, this eighth-level god entangled Ling Xiao.

We all looked at Yueying.

Ling Xiao dared to ignore this person. He was definitely a weakling of the eighth level at the very least.

To help deal with Ling Xiao?

That makes me feel smaller than fire inside.

This roar did not come from this mouth.

Listening to everyone's discussion, the eighth-level god from the White Hell Realm didn't look ugly.

"They're dreaming!"

The realm of White Hell is not named because of the White Hell God Technique. There are many magical techniques derived from the White Hell God Technique. Among them, the most terrifying one is not the White Hell Summoning.

I was really relaxed just now. If the White Hell Demon is defeated, I will die out there if I do something bad today.

Summoning him is just like missing a helper. The key is that the helper is weaker than himself, so that's awesome.

"blocked!"

As long as I die, Ling Xiao will naturally be no longer strong.

"stop!"

He is still too weak after all.

"kill!"

The mouth actually grows under the hands, and there are not two of them.

Or can he just be killed?

At the last moment, a huge monster crawled out of the crack.

As if he discovered Liao Jie's strengths, the eighth-level god from the White Hell Realm laughed.

A terrifying aura filled the void, locking on Yueying: "As soon as you appeared, you hindered our law enforcement, killed two gods of calamity, and seriously weakened my combat power in the lower realm. I even doubted whether you were sent from the upper realm. The spy."

Ling Xiao was relieved when he saw that scene. He weakly took a blow from the white prison demon, rushed towards Yueying, and killed a seventh-level god with one palm.

"So what! I'll kill you!"

Boom boom boom!

Yueying slapped her forehead with a slap.

"It's really scary. Is that guy also an eighth-level god?"

"We killed you. Although you are our opponent now, it is so difficult for us to kill you. He can't concentrate on fighting."

The terrifying roar was released from this pitch-white crack, making people feel the fear they had never felt before.

"White Prison, open!"

The one summoned is called "White Prison Demon".

He actually suppressed the White Hell Demon.

Totally not enough!

That is also a primitive divine art.

I was actually looked down upon in such a way.

Ling Xiao glanced at this eighth-level little god with a stern look, and then struck out with his palm, showing no firmness at all.

At this time, Ling Xiao could use it.

Ling Xiao actually had the upper hand.

The eighth-level god from the White Hell Realm snorted and took action.

Ling Xiao was also talking nonsense and went to greet him.

I took that elixir from the Heavenly Gate, and it is extremely precious.

Although the eighth-level god is only one level lower than the seventh-level god, his combat power is much weaker. This terrifying aura is definitely comparable to the seventh-level god.

No one exclaimed.

The monster was about ten meters tall, with strange lines all over its body. It had all seven senses except for a huge eye in the center of its face.

Bang!

"The sixth-level great god is finally angry!"

Liao Jie must be used as a hostage, Ling Xiao will definitely throw the rat into the trap.

Few people shouted.

"Actually, he must be like that."