Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 1767
After Fengming Wuyang escaped, the rest of them would never have another chance.

The small hole was completely closed, and all the remaining fighters were trapped in it.

All this development was so fast that the red-robed old man did not expect it at all.

Everything was because of that weird Golden Crow. If it wasn't for that guy, the wall of purgatory wouldn't have been damaged, and the few people behind couldn't have escaped.

He is the dignified patriarch of the Dark Fire Clan, the number one expert under the night devil, and even allowed twelve people to escape when he used such a powerful wall of purgatory. This is simply a great shame.

"die!"

In rage, the red-robed old man let out a roar, and the purgatory exploded, and the remaining eight warriors inside were all killed.

These included Tian Haijun, Old Man Lingdan, Fan Laolian, and the four bearers of Prince Wu.

So far, only Ling Xiao and his party of nine, plus Mo Dao, Prince Wu, and Fengming Wuyang, have survived for the time being.

You know, there were more than 400 people when they came.

The Temple of Soul is close at hand, but the danger is getting bigger and bigger.

In addition to the red-robed old man, the black-patterned and gold-patterned old men also joined forces with the rest of the Dark Fire Clan to launch a long-distance attack on them.

This kind of attack made them unable to fly with peace of mind and had to dodge constantly.

In this way, the Soul Temple, which could have been reached quickly, wasted a lot of time.

"Boy, quickly open the Soul Temple, or we will all die when the old guy frees up."

The magic knife roared.

In fact, it doesn't need to be said by him, Ling Xiao also intends to do so.

He didn't want to help the magic knife.

But opening the Soul Temple at this time is also helping himself.

Finally, after going through difficulties and obstacles, Ling Xiao arrived in front of the Soul Temple.

The secret map in his hand shone even brighter.

"There is still a magic circle, damn it."

Ling Xiao frowned, turned back to his body, and began to concentrate on cracking the magic circle.

Dan Feng and others stood in front of him, and if they were really going to die, they would die for Ling Xiao at all costs.

"People from the Dark Fire Clan get out of the way!"

Seeing that Ling Xiao had a secret map, the red-robed old man was obviously anxious.

Before he had time to catch up, he roared angrily.

Then he raised his hands, and a more terrifying Black Flame Emperor rose up.

This Black Flame Emperor is bigger and more terrifying than the young master of the Dark Fire Clan.

Ling Xiao thought it was impossible to stop it.

There was a drop of cold sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were always looking at the magic circle on the soul temple.

To be saved, the only thing he can do is to decipher this magic circle.

As for the Demon Sword, Prince Wu, and Fengming Wuyang, they all stopped.

At a critical moment, even if they don't want to, they have to protect Ling Xiao, otherwise everyone will die.

"Give it to the old man to die!"

The huge Black Flame Emperor was thrown out like a black sun.

Except for Ling Xiao, the eleven people used their strength one after another to blast them out.

The Black Flame Emperor was temporarily blocked in mid-air, but he continued to fall, but at a slower speed.

Seeing that the Black Flame Emperor continued to fall.

The magic knife roared: "Boy surnamed Ling, if you can't open the soul temple, I will kill all your friends and leave no one behind!"

Ling Xiao didn't speak. At this moment, he didn't have time to argue with the magic knife, because for him, time was life.

It would be most unwise to waste your time on idle bickering.

"Die!"

The soul power released by the red-robed old man was even more terrifying, and the falling speed of the Black Flame Emperor suddenly accelerated.

Mo Dao's face turned cold, and he turned to look at Prince Wu beside him.

If the Black Flame Emperor falls, instead of dying together, it is better to pull a shield.

Among all the people, only Prince Wu is the most suitable for the duties of this shield.

After all, Prince Wu is stronger.

The impact force blocked for him will also be more.

Thinking of this, the magic knife quietly withdrew part of its strength, and stretched out a hand to Prince Wu.

However, at that moment, a huge crocodile claw appeared behind him.

It turned out that what the magic knife thought was also what Prince Wu thought.

And that cunning Prince Wu was faster than him.

"Prince Wu, how dare you!"

Sensing danger, the magic knife yelled in horror.

He has always been known for his cunning, but he never thought that Prince Wu is a member of the royal family. If he has no brains, how could he survive in the royal family?
In terms of intrigue, conspiracy and trickery, it is obvious that Prince Wu is better than him.

"It's a joke, why don't you dare to kill you, if you can block a blow for this king, you will be considered a well-deserved death!"

The huge crocodile claw hit the back of the magic knife directly from behind.

The magic knife rushed forward, and directly plunged into the terrifying Black Flame Emperor.

Perhaps due to the influence of the desire to survive, the magic knife at this time exploded with its most terrifying potential.

Swinging the black knife unexpectedly weakened the Black Flame Emperor a lot.

But even so, the opponent was still too strong, and he was still burned to death amidst the screams.

Ling Xiao still didn't look back.

To him, none of this made any sense.

It would be better to say that the magic knife threatened him several times, trying to kill him, but he had actually already wanted to kill him.

Today, the magic knife was killed by Prince Wu, and he was very happy to see it.

It's just that Prince Wu must be on guard. This person is so cunning and insidious, he is definitely not someone who can cooperate.

Emperor Heihuoyan became much weaker because of the attack of the magic knife before he died, and finally fell apart under the attacks of ten people except Ling Xiao.

Seeing this scene, the red-robed old man almost jumped out of anger.

"You all have to die here today, and none of you can escape!"

"Meteorites fall from the sky!"

The red-robed old man vented the soul power in the spiritual sea crazily as if he didn't need money.

Above the originally pitch-black sky, the light of flames burned.

A dozen huge meteorites fell from the sky and blasted towards where Ling Xiao and the others were.

Prince Wu's eyes turned to Fengming Wuyang, Danfeng and others.

This guy wants to find a warrior to make a shield again.

"Persist for a while, and the magic circle will be broken in no time!"

Although only two or three minutes had passed, Ling Xiao had already figured out the mystery of the magic circle of the Soul Temple.

This actually startled the red-robed old man.

He really didn't expect that Ling Xiao's formation skills were so superb.

"puff!"

In order to speed up the fall of the meteorite, the red-robed old man did not hesitate to injure himself and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The terrifying meteorite accelerated in an instant, rushing downward.

Seeing this, Prince Wu suddenly raised his hand, and a ball of flowing water turned into tentacles, and grabbed Mo Yu, Zhu Shaocong, and Feng Minglian, trying to smash the three falling meteorites.

"If you dare to do it, I will kill you!"

A cold voice came from behind Prince Wu, he obviously ignored Ling Xiao's affection for his friend.

Thinking that at this critical moment, Ling Xiao would disregard the safety of his friends for the sake of his life.

(End of this chapter)