Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul Chapter 7577: The cage of the gods

"Batian Wuhun ()"

Dang!

A crisp voice sounded.

The defensive magic weapon of goodwill saved his life.

But what surprised Goodwill was that the armor was corroded in this place.

What a terrible attack.

Anger and hatred burst into his eyes.

Dare to destroy his magic weapon and look for death.

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

Countless tentacles stretched out of the body.

"Xing Tian Clan!"

Ling Xiao's eyes showed an icy color.

Xingtian clan, a very strange race.

It's completely different from humans, and it doesn't even look like humans.

They may be just an eye, or they may be like an octopus, or they may be just a hand.

In short, they may be all weird images you can imagine.

Xingtian clan, these are two kinds of creatures that are completely different from human beings.

But they also have feelings and hatred.

Just, I don’t know if there is love.

Obviously, the Xingtian clan in front of him is very much like a huge octopus.

It's just an octopus without a head, it seems to have only tentacles.

"It's disgusting!"

Ling Xiao cursed secretly, at this time Goodwill had already been killed.

Countless tentacles turned into sharp edges and pierced Ling Xiao.

It brought great pressure to Ling Xiao.

"Sword Blast Saint Mark! Come on!"

"Tai Chi swordsmanship saint pattern! Kai!"

"Illusory Sword Saint Pattern! Come on!"

The three holy patterns were activated at the same time. Facing this terrifying Xingtian Clan, Ling Xiao didn't dare to be careless.

The Sword Blast Saint Rune releases countless sword lights, constantly destroying those tentacles.

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

Fortunately, Ling Xiao released the Magic Sword Saint Mark, otherwise, it would be really troublesome.

"Go, my servants!"

In the sacred pattern of Tai Chi swordsmanship, there are stored war slaves who are looking at them. They are all turned into corpses on the battlefield, although the combat effectiveness is not very strong.

But the victory is huge enough.

"Dragon God Realm!"

Ling Xiao faced this terrifying Xingtian tribe, almost fighting with all his strength.

In the ice and snow, the tentacles suddenly froze.

"Tai Chi Eyes!"

Ling Xiao opened the eyes of Tai Chi, looking for the weakness of Xing Tian clan.

He found that there was a luminous thing in the body of goodwill, and that must be the key to the Xingtian clan.

Since you can't kill anything outside, you can only destroy the shiny thing.

"God, go!"

"Bull God, come out!"

The two external avatars simultaneously kill the goodwill.

And Ling Xiao disappeared into the void.

Even if it is as strong as the child **** and bull god, there is no way to face this Xingtian clan monster.

The result of fighting desperately, but not ideal.

At this moment, Ling Xiao suddenly appeared in front of Xing Tian Clan, and the sharp double swords pierced the luminous vital point at the same time.

"Do you think your strategy is useful?"

At that moment, Goodwill spoke.

Suddenly something similar to a shield appeared in the luminous place.

Ling Xiao's sword can't pierce at all.

"Of course I think it's useful, time goes against the flow!"

Ling Xiao smiled slightly, Xing Tian clan's time returned to three seconds ago.

But Ling Xiao's time still keeps.

The shield disappeared, and Ling Xiao's sword pierced the shiny object.

"Damn it!"

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

Goodwill has also fallen, but it is not dead yet.

Ling Xiao made a move to shut the goodwill into the small world of Tyrant.

He looked at the world again.

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

There are ruins everywhere, all wars.

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

The God Realm that is respected by the Celestial Warriors and worshipped by the Lower Realm Warriors?

However, it's not that there are no good things here.

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

The monsters that survived are 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 the person is not dead yet, although he is full of vitality, his heart seems to be dead.

Ling Xiao fell next to this person, and was surprised to find that this person's cultivation base turned out to be a wandering god!

The wandering **** is in the lower realm, that is definitely the top existence, even in the heaven, it is only 30% of the existence.

More than 70% of the Celestial Martial Artists have to leave.

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

Ling Xiao asked.

The man looked up at Ling Xiao listlessly, smiled bitterly and said, "Here is another fool!"

"Fucked? Isn't this the God Realm?"

Ling Xiao asked again.

"This is the realm of the gods, but it is not, because this place is just a cage used by the gods to imprison human geniuses."

The man smiled bitterly: "I was also a first-rate genius in the heavens back then. Because I admired the gods, I stepped into the door of the gods.

In these years, we have been killing each other and have become the toys of the twelve supreme gods.

For a thousand years, here, the martial artist's cultivation base will not be improved at all, because the gods have changed the rules here.

A thousand years ago, I was the Three-Circle Traveling God, and now, I still am.

There is no hope.

The gods are playing with us! "

"Are you still alive?"

Ling Xiao asked lightly.

Although these words are cold, it's strange to be alive after thousands of years of despair.

"That’s because the gods don’t allow us to die~IndoMTL.com~ In this place, even if we die, we will be resurrected and repeat forever, unless one day, the gods are tired of playing and think you are not fun anymore. , They will naturally grant you death."

Ling Xiao frowned.

It's so cruel.

These people are all geniuses and evildoers.

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 get out of this purgatory?"

Ling Xiao asked.

"Leave?"

The man shook his head and said, "In the first hundred years since I came here, I thought about leaving, and I was as full of hope as you.

But then I gradually understood.

Entering here, you will never be able to get out.

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

But is that possible?

There is no way to cultivate here, and there is no way to improve the cultivation level.

What strength you come in is what strength. "

Ling Xiao sighed. He could see the despair in the other's eyes. It was the despair caused by too many things.

Although every death can be resurrected, the kind of pain and torture experienced is unbearable for ordinary people.

One time is fine, ten times is fine, one hundred times is fine, but what about one thousand times, ten thousand times, one hundred thousand times?

Human capacity is ultimately limited.

"What is your name?"

Ling Xiao asked.

"Yue Jiuxiao!"

"Are you from the Moon Clan?"

Ling Xiao asked in surprise.

"Yes, I was the first genius of the Yue Clan that year. I have a lovely daughter. Her name is Yue Linglong. Unfortunately, I will never see her again."

Ling Xiao's body was shaking.

This person is actually Yue Linglong's father.