Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul Chapter 11994: Call of Hell

"Kill!"

Yueying was also clearly in a position of unrelenting power, and rushed towards the fifth-rank god-ranked powerhouse, blasting out more than a dozen palm shadows in succession.

People around wanted to help, but it was too late.

The fifth-order god-level powerhouse was instantly blasted into pieces, his body and soul were shattered into pieces, and he died completely.

When the people around saw this scene, they couldn't help but gasped. This woman was too monstrous, killing a fifth-order god-level powerhouse so easily.

Even if he is the top evildoer in the prehistoric world, he probably can't do this.

Ling Xiao looked at Yueying with joy and helplessness.

It is not a solution to always have Yueying to protect it.

He has to become stronger quickly, so strong that no one in the entire Qilin Continent can fight him. At that time, he is truly powerful.

Not enough now!

It is true that to learn that divine technique, one needs to have a weak soul power, so it is basically maintained.

Consecutive fights left everyone around stunned.

We have no chance.

"His method is wrong, but unfortunately, that kind of summoning is not strong enough, the summoned object is indeed weaker than the main body, but the main body has to spend energy to control it, resulting in a decrease in the main body's combat power .”

A top existence among the middle gods.

"Hmph! You're looking for death!"

So, our choice is Moon Shadow.

Ling Xiao shook his head and said.

…

Liao Jie saw the problem at a glance.

"Damn, is there anyone who can stop this person?"

"Yeah, it's time to take action. This woman is too arrogant. Does she really think that she can fight against the entire Hell Realm, Soul Realm, Scarlet Sun Realm, and Subduing Demon Realm by herself?"

This is obviously too realistic, because we do not have this ability.

This is a weak eighth-rank god.

"It's very unlikely, but how can you instantly kill a seventh-level god."

That... that's too outrageous, isn't that man weak?

"Kill her!"

"The secret technique of the White Prison God Art——Bai Prison Summoning!"

We want that kind of person to live, because that kind of person will become an existence that breaks the balance, which is too beneficial to us.

Liao Jie gave Ling Xiao a Little Tribulation Pill.

It's broken now, Ling Xiao will be broken as long as he doesn't have a strong point.

I can become Ling Xiao's burden.

Crack!

A summoned object that is weaker than the main body is a very heaven-defying existence.

The palms of the two collided in the void.

"Difficult! Among the warriors who retreated into the source realm that time, the eighth-level **** was the weakest. Surely the eighth-level **** can block this man, and others are even more likely."

The eighth-level **** of the White Prison Realm let out a roar, and controlled the White Prison Demon to kill Ling Xiao.

"You can kill him."

Moon Shadow is no longer relaxed.

"You are almost there!"

Its combat strength is relatively weak, and the fighters themselves are about 80% to 70% weaker.

The eighth-level **** suddenly let out a violent roar, and a gap opened in front of his body, releasing an extremely evil breath.

That is really against the sky.

"Hey, man, although he is weak, he doesn't have the burden of Yueying. It's not a dream for him to win you today."

The sixth-order god-level powerhouse in the Hell Realm finally spoke.

However, Ling Xiao's expression remained calm.

With one punch, the void is distorted and deformed.

Ling Xiao was injured.

Of course, that death was a fake death, a strategy based on saving monkey hair.

That situation has to change.

As a result, the void split open, and a series of white voids appeared. It looked terrifying if there was nothing there.

A **** of catastrophe quickly approached Moon Shadow, intending to capture Moon Shadow.

"Why is he crazy? It's just an eighth-level god, how dare you shout like this in front of you?"

The Gods of Tribulation Realm who were standing aside felt a little relieved when they saw that scene. Although the eighth-level gods were still defeated for the time being, if they lost their way, do we have to escape?

Yueying looked at Ling Xiao worriedly.

After all, he was bombarded with no defense, and it is possible to be injured.

"This man actually blocked it!"

"Roar!"

At this time, the eighth-level **** entangled Ling Xiao.

We looked at Moon Shadow one after another.

Ling Xiao dared to ignore this person, so he is definitely at least a weak eighth-rank god.

To help deal with Ling Xiao?

That makes me feel smaller than fire inside.

The roar did not come from this mouth.

Listening to everyone's discussion, the eighth-level **** of the White Hell Realm did not look ugly.

"They dream!"

The world of the White Prison is not named after the Divine Art of the White Prison. There are many magical arts derived from the Divine Art of the White Prison, the most terrifying of which is not the summoning of the White Prison.

Just now I was really relaxed. If the White Prison Demon is defeated, I will die there if I do bad things today.

Summoning is only equivalent to missing a helper, the key is that the helper is weaker than yourself, then it is awesome.

"Blocked!"

As long as I die, Ling Xiao will naturally be stronger.

"Stop!"

The current him is still too weak after all.

"Kill!"

The mouth actually grows under the hands, and there are no two.

Or just be killed?

At the last moment, a huge monster crawled out of the crack.

As if discovering Liao Jie's strong point, the eighth-level **** of the White Prison realm smiled.

A terrifying aura pervades the void, locking on to Moon Shadow: "As soon as you appear, you will hinder our law enforcement~IndoMTL.com~ Killing two gods of robbery will seriously weaken the combat power of my lower realm. Are you a spy sent by the upper world?"

Seeing that the scene slowed down, Ling Xiao took a blow from the White Prison Demon, rushed towards Yueying, and killed a seventh-level **** with his palm.

"So what! I'll kill you!"

Boom boom boom!

Yueying slapped her own forehead very simply.

"It's really scary, is that guy also an eighth-level god?"

"We killed you. Although you are our opponent now, it is so difficult for us to kill you. He is not focused on fighting."

A terrifying howl was released from this pitch-white crack, making people feel unprecedented fear.

"White prison, open!"

The summoned one is called "White Hell Demon".

It actually suppressed the White Prison Demon.

Totally not enough!

That is also a primitive divine art.

I am so underestimated by others.

Ling Xiao took a serious look at the eighth-level little god, and slammed out his front palm without the slightest firmness at all.

At this time, it is bad for Ling Xiao to use.

Ling Xiao actually had the upper hand.

The eighth-level **** of the White Hell Realm snorted and also made a move.

Ling Xiao is also talking nonsense, so he greeted him.

I took that elixir from the Tianmen, and it is extremely precious.

Don't look at the eighth-level gods who are only one level lower than the seventh-level gods, but their combat power is much weaker. This terrifying aura is definitely comparable to the seventh-level gods.

No one exclaimed.

The monster is about ten meters tall, with weird lines all over its body, and all seven sense organs, except for a huge eye in the center of its face.

Boom!

"The sixth-order **** is finally angry!"

Liao Jie must be taken as a hostage, so Ling Xiao will definitely be wary.

Few people shouted.

"Actually, he must be like that."