Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 2292 Death God Martial Soul
"Don't make sarcastic remarks, it's us who are wrong, we are dogs who see people as inferior, as long as we can live, we can do whatever Ling Xiao asks us to do in the future."

At this time, many people who silently swear and pray silently appeared in the crowd.

They pinned their hopes on Ling Xiao.

Of course, there are also people who dismiss Ling Xiao.

For example, the Tianfeng Group, such as the Eight Immortals Mountain.

The Tianfeng regiment sent members of the golden regiment, and Baxianshan sent disciples from Shangbaxianshan.

But only one person was sent.

The golden member of the Tianfeng Group is called Chen Fengxiao, and the disciple of the Eight Immortals on the Eight Immortals Mountain is exactly the sand sculpture.

In their view, as long as these two people make a move, the mere Demon Shadow Gate will be easily destroyed.

However, when Chen Fengxiao and Sand Sculpture came to the underground city under the leadership of Wang Peng, they didn't make a move immediately.

Both of them had meaningful sneers on their faces.

"Hurry up and help, Ling Xiao is definitely not the opponent of the demon envoy by himself."

Wang Peng yelled anxiously.

"To shut up!"

The sand sculpture directly knocked Wang Peng unconscious with a palm.

"It's ridiculous. I haven't heard of it. Do heroes always appear at the last moment? Even if we want to make a move, we have to wait until those people in the city of Eight Immortals are dead, so that those humble guys will be grateful to us. "

The sand sculpture sneered.

"agree."

Chen Fengxiao also nodded, with a calm expression on his face.

The lives of ordinary warriors are insignificant to them.

In fact, they wanted to see Ling Xiao killed by the demon envoy, and then they would take action.

In this way, the influence of formation is greater.

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

Although Ling Xiao uses the moon-stepping meteor step to cooperate with the thunder and lightning combat body, he can deal with the magician.

But after a while, he was suppressed into a corner by the huge blood ghost of the demon envoy.

"Escape? Why didn't you run away? Your body skills are indeed good, but it's a pity that in this world, only body skills are not enough. Maybe I'm the nemesis for you warriors who are good at body skills."

The demon envoy looked at Ling Xiao indifferently, with a smug expression on his face.

Although several attacks failed to hit Ling Xiao, but relying on his familiarity with the terrain, Ling Xiao was trapped in the corner. Now, Ling Xiao has no chance at all.

"Everything is coming to an end, boy, death is imminent. If you are willing to tell the truth and who you are, I may be able to spare you."

The magician said lightly.

"Crazy, I've said it many times, I'm Ling Xiao, a disciple of Heixian Mountain in the Lower Eight Immortals Mountain!"

Ling Xiao said angrily.

"If you persist in your obsession, then go to hell. The next move is my strongest move, and it is also a move that has been refined over the years. Using it to send you on the road is a supreme honor to you. .”

With sarcasm and anger, behind the demon envoy, a phantom holding a huge sickle condensed.

This phantom was wearing a black cloak, and his whole body looked like a skeleton, except for those eyes, which shone with a blood-red light, as if they could mesmerize one's soul.

"Death God Martial Soul! This is the Martial Soul bestowed upon me by our sect master. It is as powerful as the Nine Great Dragon Souls and the Twelve Immortal Souls in the ancient times."

While the Envoy was speaking, a huge blood-red scythe also appeared in his hand.

On the blade, a cold light flickered, and the strength continued to gather.

"Then I'm really honored to meet you, but your god of death martial soul should be just a fake made by your sect master. Although it's quite powerful, it's a pity that it really can't compete with the nine great ancient dragon souls." compared to."

Ling Xiao has Tai Chi eyes, and he can see through at a glance that the martial spirit of this demon envoy is not the real one, but an imitation made through 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 the only ones, and there is absolutely no second one.

For example, nine ancient dragon souls, 12 immortal martial souls, death god martial souls, and so on.

Of course, there is also the Overlord Martial Soul.

To obtain these spirits, unless the owner died.

"Dare to desecrate the reward of the sect master, you are simply guilty!"

The magic envoy was very angry, very angry, and dared to say that his martial soul was a fake, which made him unacceptable.

His aura became more strange and powerful.

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

Ling Jiaojiao really wanted to trust her younger brother Ling Xiao.

But the cruel reality in front of her told her that Ling Xiao really didn't want to be the opponent of this demon envoy.

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

Crying has resounded throughout the ground.

"I, Ling Xiao, have never done anything like abandoning my loved ones and running away by myself, not before, and never will in the future!
And, I will never die! "

Ling Jiaojiao only heard this sentence, and then saw the demon envoy launching an attack on Ling Xiao.

Bloody.

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

"That kid is dead, should we make a move?"

In the dark, the sand sculpture cast a disdainful glance over there, and smiled lightly at Chen Feng.

"Your Eight Immortals Mountain disciples are too useless. I expected him to seriously injure the Demon Envoy before he died, so it would be easier for us to deal with it."

Chen Fengxiao sneered, and came out through the air.

"That kid is not worthy of being a disciple of the Demon Shadow Sect!"

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

These two are extremely powerful.

Each of the terrifying auras was stronger than that of the Demon Envoy.

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

"It's Chen Fengxiao!"

"It's a sand sculpture!"

"Great, Tianfeng Group and Eight Immortals Mountain have finally sent experts. With them, we can finally be rescued."

"The performance of Ling Xiao is not bad, but it's a pity that he died. After his death, he can be posthumously named the hero of the Eight Immortals County."

"Hehe, that's right. No matter how you say it, I've tried my best, even though I haven't achieved anything."

"What are you talking about so nicely? Then Ling Xiao is a waste who can't control himself. If he knows that the Demon Shadow Sect does such a thing, he should report it to the Eight Immortals Mountain instead of greedy for credit.

He deserves to die. "

"Yes, if you die, you deserve it!"

Most of those who said such unconscionable words were from the Zhou family and the Shen family, as well as some disciples of the Eight Immortals Mountain who were related to the Sha family, and people from the Tianfeng Group.

They thought that Ling Xiao was a waste who was greedy for merit, not only had no credit, but also ruined the reputation of Baxian Mountain.

If you die, it will be cheaper for Ling Xiao.

"Death scythe - bloodthirsty!"

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

The demon envoy not only surrounded Ling Xiao with terrifying blood, but also unleashed a terrifying attack.

With the strength of a huge sickle, it slashed directly at the position where Ling Xiao was standing just now.

(End of this chapter)