Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 1893

When Ling Xiao cast Batian Wuhun, the replica on the opposite side did not respond.

This made Ling Xiao couldn't help but smile.

"As expected, the Batian Martial Soul is too special, even with this kind of magic circle for duplication, it cannot be copied."

He waved his fist and blasted towards the replica, just as he was about to kill it, he stopped suddenly.

"What's the point of killing him, why not tease the Xuanwu Temple."

Ling Xiao can almost confirm that these replicas are definitely used by the Xuanwu Temple to obtain data, and even if they are killed, they may not be completely destroyed.

Even if the other party couldn't copy his Batian Martial Soul, he still didn't want to expose too much.

Anyway, he has a way.

"Nine Demons Divine Art Yin-Yang Demon King!"

Ling Xiao smiled slightly, and his body began to change rapidly, not only his appearance, but also his breath and martial arts completely changed.

As his body changed, the duplicate began to do the same.

"Hehe, that's all right."

Ling Xiao smiled, and then punched and killed the replica.

What happened to Ling Xiao was the same as that of other participating warriors.

But everyone's choice is different.

Except for a very few people who noticed the conspiracy of the Xuanwu Temple and made some clever designs.

Just like Ling Xiao, although the methods are different, they have the same effect.

The rest struggled with the duplicates.

Ling Xiao has a feeling now.

The most prosperous White Tiger Wind and Cloud Meeting on the White Tiger Continent is more like a test for selecting disciples for the Xuanwu Temple.

The first battle examines talent and savvy.

The second round examines wisdom, and at the same time finds out the details of the participating warriors.

The third battle is a real sorting duel.

Although he has no interest in joining the Xuanwu Temple, he has to admire that the three battles of the Xuanwu Temple are really interesting.

The first battle can be passed by relying on talent and understanding.

The second battle must rely on wisdom.

Pure combat power may not be effective.

"Very well, then I, Ling Xiao, will fight wits with your Xuanwu Temple, and strengthen myself under your rules!"

Ling Xiao smiled slightly, turned and left, and went to the place where the next treasure was.

"Sure enough, good things are not easy to take."

The second treasure is a magic weapon, a high-quality spiritual weapon-level sword. Although he can't use it, he can sell it for money, or give it away.

It is estimated that the results of the key high-quality spiritual weapon level sword will not be small. In this second battle, he may really be able to get the top few.

However, in order to win this high-quality spiritual weapon-level sword, he must first cross a terrifying dark river of the underworld.

In the underground river of Huangquan, there are corpses everywhere.

These bones are yellow, and the flesh has already been corroded.

In Huangquan, there are terrifying black shadows constantly emerging, revealing a strong consciousness and fighting spirit.

"Yasha ghosts in the fourteenth level of the Yin-Yang realm? Although they are not real demon Yashas, ​​these ghosts are not easy to deal with, and there are so many of them."

Ling Xiao muttered to himself, but there was no embarrassment on his face at all.

Because this dark river in the underworld may be very difficult for others, but for him, there is still no difficulty at all.

There was a confident smile on the corner of his mouth, and then he stepped into the dark river of the underworld.

That high-quality spiritual weapon-level sword is at the bottom of the dark river, and it is difficult to get it without entering the water.

The moment he set foot on the dark river, a bone-piercing chill instantly hit his whole body.

Terrifying evil air drilled into his body, trying to control his body and corrupt his flesh.

"The evil spirit of the underworld, the ghost of the yaksha, are they also trying to cause harm to me?"

Ling Xiao smiled coldly, and instantly entered the incarnation of the ancient demon.

The fighting spirit of the Primordial Heavenly Demon was released, and the Yaksha ghosts trembled suddenly, as if they had met their immediate boss.

Ling Xiao sneered coldly, and the devilish energy incarnated by the ancient heavenly demon started to work, and the devilish energy in the dark river of Huangquan kept pouring into his body, constantly shaping his body.

At this moment, Ling Xiao was not in a hurry to get the precious sword. What he was more interested in was the huge energy contained in the dark river of the underworld.

Practicing here is really beneficial for him to condense the ancient heavenly demon into a martial spirit.

At the same time, it can also greatly improve his cultivation base, and he might be able to break through to the fourteenth level of the Yin-Yang realm.

Anyway, he doesn't really care about rankings, as long as he doesn't get eliminated.

"Swallow!"

Ling Xiao let out a cold roar, and the Primordial Heavenly Demon opened its mouth wide and sucked it violently.

The energy in the dark river of Huangquan continued to flow into the giant mouth, and began to be transformed, smelted, and integrated into his body and meridians.

"Bold!"

In the dark river of Huangquan, a terrifying voice sounded.

"Yasha Ghost Shadow King!"

Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes and looked at the huge body.

Compared with all Yasha ghosts, it is one size bigger, and its strength is estimated to be around the sixteenth level of the Yin-Yang realm.

Under the leadership of the Yaksha Ghost Shadow King, the Yakshas who had been frightened regained their courage, and all rushed towards Ling Xiao one by one, trying to kill him.

He is absolutely not allowed to continue devouring the energy of the dark river of the underworld.

"kill!"

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, the Yaksha Ghost Shadow King who had cultivated at the [-]th level of the Yin-Yang Realm had nothing to fear in front of him.

It's just a ghost after all.

And being restrained by his demonic fighting spirit, he is not as good as an ordinary [-]th-level Yin-Yang realm warrior.

It is even more incomparable with genius-level yin-yang realm sixteenth-level warriors.

The ancient heavenly demon's claws waved out.

God's claws!
Boom!

Yasha Ghost Shadow King tried his best to block the Heavenly Demon Claw, but he was still flattened by the huge claw.

"Dragon Talisman Hell Dragon Fire!"

Afterwards, a blood soul talisman flew out of Ling Xiao's head, spewing out purple-black flames, and then burned the Yasha ghost king to ashes.

"Eighteen Hell Talismans Tongue Pulling Hell!"

Then, another blood soul talisman flew out, and endless ghost hands stretched out from it, grabbing the rest of the Yaksha ghosts into it.

The dragon talisman is a dragon attribute, and it is destined to grow into the most powerful dragon blood soul talisman.

The Eighteen Hell Talismans were refined by Ling Xiao on the basis of the Eighteen Hells in the Yin-Yang Realm, and it was bound to become the most evil and terrifying Dark Blood Soul Talisman in the world.

Yasha Ghost Shadow is extremely useful for enhancing the power of the Eighteen Hell Talismans.

The terrified Yaksha ghosts began to flee in all directions.

However, those eighteen hell talismans were good at facing the wind, and instantly covered the entire underworld.

The yaksha ghosts who were supposed to guard the high-quality spiritual weapon and sword here have completely become Ling Xiao's nourishment.

He could feel that the bottleneck of his cultivation had opened up again, which was clearly a sign that he was about to break through.

"Continue to practice with peace of mind. As for those treasures, whoever wants to take them can take them."

Ling Xiao now has two choices, either continue to search for treasures, or stay here to practice, and completely integrate the entire underworld into his body.

But his choice is very neat.

(End of this chapter)