Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul Chapter 2295: The **** of death Wuhun

"Stop talking cold words, it's us who are wrong, we are the ones who look down on people. As long as we can live, Ling Xiao will let us do anything in the future."

At this time, there were many silent swearers and silent prayers in the crowd.

They pin their hopes on Ling Xiao.

Of course, there are some people who dismiss Ling Xiao.

For example, Tianfeng Group, such as Baxian Mountain.

The Tianfeng Group sent the Golden Group members, and the Baxian Mountain dispatched disciples from the Upper Baxian Mountain.

But only one person was sent.

The golden member of the Tianfeng Group is called Chen Fengxiao, and the disciple of the Eight Immortals on the Eight Immortals Mountain is a sand sculpture.

In their view, the Moyingmen in the area, as long as these two people make a move, it will inevitably be destroyed easily.

However, when Chen Fengxiao and Sha Siao came to the underground city under the leadership of Wang Peng, they did not immediately take action.

There were meaningful sneers on the faces of both people.

"You guys don't hurry up to help, Ling Xiao is alone, definitely not the opponent of the magician."

Wang Peng yelled anxiously.

"Shut up!"

The sand sculpture slapped Wang Peng fainted.

"It’s ridiculous. I’ve never heard of it. Do heroes always appear at the last moment? Even if we have to take action, we have to wait until those people in Baxian County are dead, so that the humble guys will be right. We are grateful to Dade."

The sand sculpture sneered.

"Agree."

Chen Fengxiao also nodded, his expression indifferent.

The lives of ordinary warriors are simply insignificant in their eyes.

In fact, they even wanted to see Ling Xiao being killed by a magic envoy, and then they would take action.

In this way, the influence will be greater.

The two of them looked at the battlefield over there at the same time.

Although Ling Xiao uses the moon and meteor steps to cooperate with the thunder and lightning combat body, he can deal with the magic envoy.

But after a while, it was still suppressed into a corner by the huge blood ghost of the magic envoy.

"Flee? Why don't you run away? Your stamina is indeed good, but it is a pity that in this world, stamina alone is not enough. Maybe I am the nemesis of you martial artists who are good at stamina." /

The magic envoy looked at Ling Xiao indifferently, with a triumphant expression on his face.

Although several attacks did not hit Ling Xiao, yet relying on his familiarity with the terrain, Ling Xiao was trapped in the corner of the wall. At this time, Ling Xiao had no chance at all.

"Everything is over, boy, death is coming. If you are willing to tell the truth and tell who you are, I might be able to spare you."

The magic envoy said lightly.

"Neuropathy, I have said it many times, I am Ling Xiao, a disciple of Heixian Mountain in the Lower Eight Immortals Mountain!"

Ling Xiao didn't have a good airway.

"If you insist on not understanding, then you go to death. The next move is my strongest move. It is also a move that has been condensed for many years. Use it to send you on the road. For you, it is nothing. The glory of the world."

With sarcasm and anger, behind the magic envoy, a phantom holding a huge sickle was condensed.

This phantom is wearing a black cloak, and the whole body is like a skeleton. Only the eyes are shining with blood-red light, as if it can be seductive.

"The **** of death Wuhun! This is the Wuhun that our sect master bestows on me. It is as powerful as the nine dragon souls and the twelve immortal spirits of the ancient times."

While the magic envoy spoke, a huge blood-red sickle appeared in his hand.

Above the blade, the cold light flickered, and the strength continued to gather.

"Then I'm really lucky to have met, but you, the **** of death, Martial Soul, should be just a fake made by your sect master. Although it's quite powerful, it's a pity, it really can't compete with the nine majors. Compared with the Primordial Dragon Soul."

Ling Xiao has Tai Chi eyes, and at a glance he can see that the spirit of this magic envoy is not a genuine product, but an imitation made through a very powerful technology.

Although Wuhun is not the only one.

Many people can have the same spirits, but there are also some spirits that are very special. They are the only one, and there is no second one.

For example, the nine great ancient dragon souls, the twelve immortal martial souls, the **** of death martial souls, and so on.

Of course, there is also a Tyrant Wuhun.

If you want to get these spirits, unless the owner dies.

"If you dare to blaspheme the reward of the master, you are simply not punishable!"

The enchantress was very angry, very angry, and dared to say that his martial spirit was a fake, which made him unacceptable.

His breath has become more weird and powerful.

"Ling Xiao, go quickly, I believe that with your strength, you can escape successfully, leave me alone, go!"

Ling Jiaojiao wanted to trust her brother Ling Xiao.

But the cruel reality in front of her told her that Ling Xiao really refused to agree that it was the opponent of this magician.

She didn't want to hurt Ling Xiao because of herself, so she yelled hysterically.

The crying sound has resounded all over the ground.

"Ling Xiao, I have never done anything to leave his family behind and run away by himself. I didn't have it before, and I won't have it in the future!

Moreover, I will never die! "

Ling Jiaojiao only heard such a sentence, and then saw the magic envoy launch an attack on Ling Xiao.

Blood is overwhelming.

Ling Xiao's figure seemed to have been swallowed by the giant death god.

"The kid is dead, should we take it?"

In the dark, Sha Sculpture glanced there with disdain, and smiled lightly at Chen Feng.

"Your disciple of Baxian Mountain is too useless, I originally expected him to be able to severely injure the magic envoy before he died, so that we would be easier to deal with."

Chen Fengxiao gave a sneer and broke through the air.

"That kid is not worthy of being a disciple of the Demon Shadow Gate!"

The sand sculpture snorted coldly, and rushed out at the same time.

These two people are extremely powerful.

The aura of horror, each one is stronger than the magician.

When the two of them appeared on the big screen, many people had forgotten the existence of Ling Xiao and became extremely excited.

"It's Chen Fengxiao!"

"It's a sand sculpture!"

"Great, Tianfeng Group and Baxianshan finally sent masters. With them, we can finally be rescued."

"Ling Xiao's performance is pretty good, but it's a pity that he died. After he died, he can be named as a hero of the Eight Immortals County."

"Hehe, that's what I said, anyway, people have worked hard, although they haven't done anything."

"What do you guys say so good, that Lingxiao is a waste of oversight. If you know that Moyingmen is doing this kind of thing~IndoMTL.com~, you should report to Baxianshan instead of greed for power.

Deal deserves it. "

"Yes, you deserve it if you die!"

Most of the people who said such unconscionable words were from the Zhou family and the Shen family, as well as some disciples from the Baxian Mountain who were related to the Sha family, and from the Tianfeng group.

They think that Ling Xiao is a waste of greed for meritorious merit, not only without merit, but also corrupting the reputation of Baxian Mountain.

It's cheap Lingxiao after death.

"Death Scythe-Bloodthirsty!"

There was a loud noise, and the big screen seemed to shake.

The magic envoy not only enveloped Ling Xiao with terrible blood, but also released a terrifying attack.

A huge sickle's strength directly slashed at the position where Ling Xiao had just stood.