Batian Martial Soul

"It's not time to go all out yet!"

At this moment, a voice rang in Hong Huangli's ear.

A strong hand grasped his shoulder.

"Brother Ling!"

Hong Huangli was overjoyed.

Immediately, his face changed instantly: "No..., Brother Ling, hurry up, this Honghuang Wuya is crazy, he wants to kill even his own people!"

"I know!"

Ling Xiao said lightly: "I have already seen his madness, and the madness of your prehistoric land."

"you!"

Hong Huangli looked a little embarrassed.

Speaking of which, he is also a member of the prehistoric realm. Although he despises this practice, he did not stop the prehistoric world.

Although he is not capable enough.

But he didn't express it at all. In fact, he felt nothing in his heart.

"I don't blame you. You are not as strong as him. It's normal not to care about this matter."

Ling Xiao said: "There are not many people in the prehistoric land who can keep their hearts like you, just keep going."

"It's you!"

When Hong Huang Wuya saw Ling Xiao, his expression was a little ugly.

He is not Ling Xiao's opponent, and his previous experience is very clear, so he has a bad face. If he wants to deal with Ling Xiao, he needs to show his cards.

"Hehe, are you afraid?"

Ling Xiao asked with a smile.

"you!"

Hong Huang Wuya gritted his teeth and said, "Hmph, it's not because I couldn't beat you before, but because I didn't use all my strength.

But today, if you dare to spoil my good deeds, I will kill you! "

"Hehe, didn't you use your full strength? Then you used your full strength today. Let me see how strong your combat power is under your full strength."

Ling Xiao sarcastically said.

"Hmph, just take a look!"

Hong Huang Wuya let out a roar, and a yellow sky appeared behind him.

In the yellow sky, a king was sitting on the throne, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he exuded an incomparably majestic aura.

The next moment, a strange line appeared between Honghuang Wuya's eyebrows.

"The holy pattern of good fortune! It turned out to be the holy pattern of good fortune!"

Hong Huangli exclaimed: "Ling Xiao, run quickly, you can't be his opponent, the Holy Creation of Creation can increase his combat power ten times in an instant!
Although the duration is limited, you can never be his opponent, that is more terrifying than the soul imprint.

It seems that the ancestors really pinned their hopes on him, and even used things like the holy pattern of good fortune for him, madman!

What a madman! "

"Can you run away? Kill me!"

Honghuang Wuya had already activated the holy pattern of good fortune, so how could he let Ling Xiao escape, he struck directly and stabbed Ling Xiao with a sword.

The sword light bloomed, like a poisonous thorn in the void, piercing towards Ling Xiao fiercely.

Ling Xiao glanced contemptuously: "As long as you don't break through the God of Tribulation, you can't be my opponent!

kill! "

The ancient magic spear in his hand stabbed out.

The brilliant gun light instantly hit the huge poisonous thorn-like sword light.

boom!
A terrifying roar exploded between the two.

The next moment, Honghuang Wuya was sent flying, retreating hundreds of meters away.

"You! How is this possible!"

Hong Huang Wuya's face was extremely ugly, and he couldn't accept such a thing at all.

He has activated the holy pattern of good fortune, but he is still not as good as Ling Xiao?

why!
"Can't you see, I've become stronger too!"

Ling Xiao said lightly.

He took 24 extraordinary fruits.

Now both physical body and internal strength are much stronger than the opponent, even if the level is not enough, it will not affect at all.

"Hehe, you're surprised, aren't you? I was outside before, if there weren't so many people watching, I would have killed you, why are you pretending to be aggressive with me here!"

Ling Xiao sneered, raised his gun and stabbed.

He intends to kill Hong Huang Wu Ya here.

Before letting Honghuang Wuya escape, he was extremely unhappy in his heart, but this time, it was an opportunity.

Boom boom boom...

He fought more than a dozen moves in a row.

Honghuang Wuya was completely suppressed by Ling Xiao, his body was covered with scars and dripping with blood.

The blood dripped on the ground, poured into the soil, and was absorbed by the blood peony.

Blood Peony obviously likes this kind of monstrous blood, and the growth speed is so fast.

"This……"

Hong Huangli was completely dumbfounded.

Outside before, Honghuang Wuya suppressed Ling Xiao, and Ling Xiao was not defeated, so he felt that Ling Xiao was already very powerful.

But now, he felt that his vision was still a little low after all.

This Ling Xiao is too heaven-defying.

This is not only powerful, it is simply domineering.

Not only suppressed Honghuang Wuya, but also killed Honghuang Wuya into the predicament of death.

"I still underestimated him after all!"

Hong Huangli was filled with emotion.

He found that the gap between himself and Ling Xiao was really getting bigger and bigger.

Those warriors from the prehistoric realm who were fighting each other were stunned when they saw this scene.

"What are you waiting for? Kill him for me. If you kill him, you don't have to die. His blood alone can make the blood peony mature."

Hong Huang Wu Ya suddenly shouted.

If you can't beat it, it depends on the number of people.

When those people heard this, their eyes lit up, and they all rushed towards Ling Xiao with terrifying killing intent.

"a bunch of idiots!"

Ling Xiao shook his head.

I don't know how the structure of these people's heads are. After seeing his terrifying strength, they still dare to attack him?
This is purely courting death.

He will not show mercy.

Raise your hand and blast out a gossip map.

Tens of thousands of people were directly killed in an instant.

With his current power, ordinary warriors in the Great Tribulation Realm don't even have the qualifications for him to make a serious move.

But at this moment, Hong Huang Wuya turned around and slipped away.

If he can't even take down Ling Xiao with the holy pattern of good fortune, then he can't be Ling Xiao's opponent at all, unless he can make a breakthrough and become the real God of Tribulation.

"Let's escape too!"

"We can't die here!"

The warriors in the prehistoric land chose to flee one after another.

But at this time Ling Xiao didn't give them a chance.

From the moment this group of people made their move, he had no intention of showing mercy.

The body of the Sanqing was released directly, and the siege began.

In just a few minutes, all the tens of thousands of prehistoric warriors present were killed.

Ling Xiao not only received tens of thousands of rewards.

And it also made the blood peony bloom and the Nether fruit grow.

Although he didn't know how to use the Nether Fruit, he still took it out.

"Go, get out of here first!"

Ling Xiao grasped the prehistoric power and flew away through the air.

It's no longer safe here.

After all, Wuliangjie knows that there are blood peonies here. If he continues to stay here, he will definitely encounter the masters of the upper realm. , or some old monsters, then it will be laborious.

What's more, Hong Huangli was seriously injured and had to be healed.

Better to leave first.

Not long after, they were far away from the place just now.

"Thank you Brother Ling, if it weren't for you today, I'm afraid I would definitely die."

Hong Huangli smiled wryly: "I never thought that I would be hurt like this by my own people." (End of this chapter)