Batian Martial Soul

Cage of the gods

when!
A crisp voice sounded.

Goodwill's defense weapon saved his life.

But to Shangyu's surprise, the armor was corroded.

What a terrible attack.

Anger and hatred burst out of his eyes.

How dare to destroy his magic weapon, courting death.

The tyrannical voice sounded, and the goodwill began to change.

Countless tentacles stretched out from the body.

"Punishment Clan!"

There was an icy look in Ling Xiao's eyes.

The Xingtian Clan is a very strange race.

Completely different from humans, not even human-like.

Maybe they're just an eye, maybe they're like an octopus, maybe they're just a hand.

In short, they are probably all the weird images you can imagine.

The Xingtian clan, these are two kinds of creatures that are completely different from humans.

But they also have feelings and hatred.

It's just that I don't know if there is love.

Obviously, the Xingtian Clan in front of him looks very much like a huge octopus.

However, it is an octopus without a head, and it seems to only have tentacles.

"It's disgusting!"

Ling Xiao cursed secretly, at this time Shangyu had already killed him.

Countless tentacles turned into sharp edges and stabbed at Ling Xiao.

It brought tremendous pressure to Ling Xiao.

"Sword Explosion Saint Pattern! Reveal!"

"Tai Chi Sword Dao Sacred Pattern! Enlightenment!"

"Phantom sword holy pattern! Reveal!"

The three holy patterns were activated at the same time, and Ling Xiao dared not be careless in the face of this terrifying Xingtian clan.

The sword explosion holy pattern released countless sword lights, constantly destroying those tentacles.

However, the tentacles seem to be able to regenerate continuously, and will grow back after being destroyed.

Fortunately, Ling Xiao released the imaginary sword saint pattern, otherwise, it would be really troublesome.

"Go, my servants!"

In the Taiji Sword Dao holy pattern, there are war slaves who have been sizing up. They are all corpses on the battlefield, although their combat effectiveness is not very strong.

But the victory lies in the large enough quantity.

"Dragon God Domain!"

Facing this terrifying Xingtian Clan, Ling Xiao almost had to fight with all his strength.

In the icy world, the tentacles suddenly froze.

"Tai Chi eyes!"

Ling Xiao opened Tai Chi Eye to look for the weakness of the Xingtian Clan.

He found that there was a glowing mass in Shangyu's body, which must be the Xingtian Clan's key point.

Since it couldn't be killed outside, it could only destroy the glowing thing.

"Son of God, go!"

"Bull God, come out!"

The two incarnations attacked Shangyu at the same time.

And Ling Xiao disappeared into the void.

Even if they are as strong as Zishen and Niu Shen, there is nothing they can do about this Xingtian clan monster.

The result of the desperate fight was not ideal.

At this moment, Ling Xiao suddenly appeared in front of the Xingtian Clan, and his sharp double swords stabbed at the glowing vitals at the same time.

"Do you think your strategy is useful?"

At that moment, Shangyu spoke.

In that glowing place, a shield-like thing suddenly appeared.

Ling Xiao's sword couldn't pierce through at all.

"Of course I think it's useful, time goes backwards!"

Ling Xiao smiled slightly, and the time of the Xingtian Clan returned to three seconds ago.

But Ling Xiao's time is still maintained.

The shield disappeared, and Ling Xiao's sword pierced through the glowing mass.

"Damn it!"

The Xingtian clan let out a shrill scream, and fell to the ground unwillingly.

Goodwill also fell, but it wasn't dead yet.

With a move of his hand, Ling Xiao locked Shangyu into Batian's small world.

He looked at the world again.

Unlike the God Realm he imagined, the resources here seem to have been exhausted, and there are traces of war everywhere.

There are ruins and wars everywhere.

It's hard for him to imagine that this is actually the God Realm?

The God Realm that is respected by warriors from the heavens and worshiped by warriors from the lower realm?

However, it's not without good things here.

Plants that can grow in the flames of war and ruins are all treasures.

The monsters that survived are all extremely terrifying existences.

He flew forward for a while, and finally saw a figure.

The person lay there, with endless sadness and despair in his eyes.

Although a person is not dead yet, although his vitality is exuberant, his heart seems to be dead.

Ling Xiao landed next to this person, and was surprised to find that this person was already a wandering god!

Wandering God in the lower realm is definitely a top existence, even in the heaven realm, it only accounts for [-]% of the existence.

More than [-]% of the celestial warriors have to leave.

"What happened here, why are you like this?"

Ling Xiao asked.

The man looked up at Ling Xiao listlessly, and said with a wry smile: "Another fool!"

"Shang Dang? Isn't it the god of God here?"

Ling Xiao asked again.

"This is the God Realm, but it's not, because this place is just a cage used by the gods to imprison human geniuses."

The man smiled wryly and said, "I was also a first-rate genius in the Heaven Realm back then, but because I admired the God Realm, I stepped into the gate of the God Realm.

We have been killing each other all these years, and have become the playthings of the twelve supreme gods.

It has been 1000 years, and here, the cultivation of warriors will not improve in the slightest, because the gods have changed the rules here.

1000 years ago, I was the wandering god of the three rings, and I am still the same now.

Hopeless.

The gods are playing with us! "

"You are still alive?"

Ling Xiao asked lightly.

Although these words are cold, it is strange in itself to be alive after thousands of years of despair.

"That's because the gods don't allow us to die. In this place, even if we die, we will be resurrected and repeat forever. Unless one day, the gods get tired of playing and think you are no longer fun, they will naturally grant you death .”

Ling Xiao frowned.

It was so cruel.

These people are all geniuses and monsters.

They have to bear such insults.

Like a puppet, being teased by others.

The evil taste of the gods is really disgusting.

"Do you want to escape this purgatory?"

Ling Xiao asked.

"Leave?"

The man shook his head and said, "During the first hundred years of my life, I thought about leaving, and I was as hopeful as you.

But then gradually I understood.

Once you get in here, you can never get out.

Unless one day, you can fight against the twelve supreme gods.

But is that possible?

There is no way to cultivate here, and it is impossible to improve your cultivation.

What strength you come in, that is what strength. "

Ling Xiao sighed, he could see the despair in the other person's eyes, it was the despair caused by too many things.

Although every death can be resurrected, the pain and torture experienced by ordinary people are unbearable.

One time is fine, ten times is fine, a hundred times is fine, but what about a thousand times, ten thousand times, a hundred thousand times?
Human endurance is limited after all.

"what's your name?"

Ling Xiao asked.

"Moon Nine Heavens!"

"Are you from the Moon Clan?"

Ling Xiao asked in surprise.

"Yes, I was the first genius of the Moon Clan back then. I have a lovely daughter named Yue Linglong. Unfortunately, I will never see her again."

Ling Xiao's body was trembling.

This person is actually Yue Linglong's father.

(End of this chapter)