Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao slowly stretched out his right hand and gently pulled out a vellus hair from his head. The vellus hair shone with a faint golden luster in the sun, as if it contained some mysterious power.

Ling Xiao stared at this vellus hair, a trace of determination and coldness flashed in his eyes.

He opened his mouth slightly and blew lightly on the vellus hair. The vellus hair suddenly expanded in the air and instantly turned into a hundred thousand monkey heads. They were tumbling and jumping in the air, like a golden ocean, filling the entire space.

These 100,000 monkey heads have different shapes and strengths. Some monkey heads are shining with golden light and have powerful auras, like the arrival of the God of War, and their strength is comparable to Ling Xiao's own body; some are slightly bleak, but even so, they still have half of Ling Xiao's strength and should not be underestimated.

They whizzed through the air, and every punch and kick carried a devastating power, instantly crushing the surrounding skeletons to pieces.

Released at once, not only did they completely crush the skeletons in terms of numbers, but they also formed an overwhelming advantage in terms of strength.

The skeletons and skeletons that were still being resurrected instantly became fragmented under the fierce attack of the 100,000 monkey heads, and could no longer form effective resistance.

But all this, for Ling Xiao, barely consumed any of his energy. Upon seeing this, he couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile, and began to use this opportunity to recuperate and restore the physical strength and energy consumed in the previous battle.

However, within a quarter of an hour or so, although the monkey heads were consumed a lot in the battle, their numbers were still huge enough to continue crushing the skeletons. Even if those skeletons can still be resurrected, they will not be able to fully recover in a short period of time.

They became fragmented and could no longer form the scale and threat they had before.

When Ling Xiao saw this, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, clenched the sword in his hand, and rushed forward like lightning.

His speed was so fast that he seemed to have surpassed the constraints of space. Every time he swung his sword, he was accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking wind, killing the bones and skeletons in front of him one by one. Behind him, the monkey heads followed closely, continuing to clear obstacles for him.

About an hour later, Ling Xiao's pace finally slowed down, and he seemed to have reached the end of this strange space.

The sight in front of him made him slightly stunned. There was a huge statue standing there. It was exactly the same as the statue of the demon soul beast wearing a gold collar that he had encountered before. It was just that it was much larger in size and about the size of the demon beast outside. The spirit beast statue was ten thousand times the size, like a majestic mountain, standing in front of him, exuding a heart-stopping pressure.

The surface of the statue is as smooth as a mirror, and every inch is carved lifelike, as if there is really a demon soul beast sleeping in it.

Ling Xiao observed carefully and found that there was no trace of a skeleton within 10,000 meters around the statue. Obviously, this was because of some special nature exuded by the statue itself, which made those skeletons afraid to approach.

Ling Xiao secretly thought that this statue might be the key to his trip. So, he took a deep breath, put away the hundred thousand monkey heads, and slowly moved towards the statue.

Every step seemed extremely heavy, as if he was carrying a thousand kilograms of burden, but his eyes were extremely firm and showed no sign of flinching.

At this moment, the demon soul beast statue suddenly moved. Its eyes suddenly opened, and two rays of golden light were like actual thunder and lightning, blasting toward Ling Xiao. That golden light contained endless majesty and power, as if it was going to completely destroy Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao was startled by the sudden attack. He hurriedly mobilized all his strength and clenched the sword with both hands to form a solid defense.

However, what is surprising is that the golden light like thunder and lightning did not cause any substantial damage to him after it came into contact with his defense.

The golden light seemed to just swim around him before returning to the statue's eyes.

There was an inexplicable feeling in Ling Xiao's heart. This golden light didn't seem to be attacking him, but more like it was spying on his secrets. A flash of realization flashed through his mind. Perhaps, this statue had some special ability that could sense his heart and strength.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao's mood gradually calmed down. He stared at the huge statue with a determined light in his eyes.

The statue towers into the clouds, its eyes are as deep as the abyss, looking down at the sky below indifferently.

Its voice echoed in the empty space, with endless majesty and coldness: "I don't understand how you can come here if you are not of my Demonic Soul Beast bloodline! This is the holy land of my Demonic Soul Beast clan, how can you Allow outsiders to trample on you?”

Ling Xiao raised his head slightly, facing the oppressive gaze of the statue, but an indifferent smile appeared on his face.

He spoke slowly, with a hint of imperceptible pride in his voice: "Although I am not of the Demon Soul Beast bloodline, I am the descendant of the Demon Soul King who created the Demon Soul Beast clan. The Demon Soul King once used his supreme wisdom and power to , has given our world endless vitality and possibility. As his descendant, why can’t I come here to explore his footprints and feel his power?”

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Hearing the words, the statue seemed to have been touched by some kind of taboo. Its eyes suddenly widened, and a surge of anger surged out of its body.

Its voice became deafening, as if it was going to tear the entire space apart: "How dare you! The Demon Soul King is the creator of my Demon Soul Beast. How can you, an ant, blaspheme his glory and majesty? You dare to call yourself the descendant of the Demon Soul King, which is simply the greatest insult to the Demon Soul King!"

As the statue roared, a powerful pressure suddenly rolled down from its body, like a mountain torrent, unstoppable. This pressure contained endless demonic energy and murderous intent, as if it wanted to completely destroy Ling Xiao.

However, facing this pressure that was enough to make most creatures tremble, Ling Xiao seemed unusually calm and firm. He took a deep breath, mobilized the source power in his body to the extreme, formed a solid barrier, and coldly resisted the pressure of the statue.

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with an unyielding light. He knew that although the statue had an extremely strong aura, it seemed that it just wanted to test his determination and strength through pressure, and did not intend to kill him directly.

As long as he can withstand this pressure, he should be safe.

In this space shrouded by the pressure of the statue, Ling Xiao stood like a lone peak. His figure seemed particularly small in the pressure, but his unyielding will seemed to be able to shake the world.

Under the huge pressure, Ling Xiao's legs felt as heavy as lead, and even standing seemed extremely difficult. His whole body was shaking violently, sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground, making a subtle but firm sound.