But in fact, as a member of the Hun tribe, Hun Wuxu's soul is as powerful as the ancient giant beast in the abyss. Even if ordinary people want to attack his soul, it is simply a fantasy, and they are not even qualified to tickle him.
But Ling Xiao is an exception. Ling Xiao's soul attack is like a star falling from the nine heavens, with the momentum of destroying everything, it's terrible!
If Hun Wuxu had not relied on his keen intuition to choose his soul to leave the body in time to avoid Ling Xiao's tarsal maggot-like soul attack, then he would have become a dead soul under Ling Xiao's soul attack.
If you get hit, you won't be able to dodge even if you want to.
"Hey, I know a lot of things. Although your condensed body is powerful, it is not omnipotent. Do you really think you can walk sideways on this battlefield and be invincible with this thing?"
A sneer curled up at the corner of Ling Xiao's lips. There was a bit of teasing and ridicule in that smile, as if he was telling Hun Wuxu that you are still a bit young.
In the distance, Hun Huan's face was so gloomy that he could drip water. He stared at Ling Xiao and muttered to himself: "This demon cultivator seems to be not only a fighting maniac, but he is also good at soul arts. What kind of monster is this?"
?He is simply an all-around player! Now, I feel like I have a headache.”
Long Yingtian was also stunned, his shrewd eyes flashing with incredible light.
Originally, he thought that facing Ling Xiao, he was like a cricket shaking a tree, with no chance of winning. But now, as if he was illuminated by the warm sunshine of spring, a green field of hope suddenly appeared in his heart. There was no way he could win.
Well, this kid Ling Xiao can really make a shocking comeback for him and knock Hun Wuxu over to the ground!
"Hahaha, Hunhuan, look, look! Your souls are invincible, and you are not an invincible monolith!" Long Yingtian laughed, and the laughter was like thunder in summer, resounding through the sky,
With a bit of pride and joy.
Hun Huan smiled coldly, and there seemed to be countless sharp ice blades hidden in that smile, which made people feel terrified.
"Really? Then you, Long Yingtian, just open your eyes and watch carefully! Don't think that Ling Xiao knows some soul skills and can take advantage of our soul clan's pride - Hun Wuxu. You have to understand that before
In the world of soul arts, my soul clan is the supreme king, unrivaled by no one!"
After saying that, Hunhuan's eyes turned to the battlefield in the distance again. There was both expectation and disdain in his eyes, as if he had seen through all Ling Xiao's methods.
Of course, he did not forget his own job, and continued to maintain the holy pattern formation, firmly suppressing Long Yingtian in place, not allowing him the slightest chance to move.
Although this battle appears to be a duel between Ling Xiao and Hun Wuxu, in fact, each of them is fighting for their own race and their own beliefs.
Below, Hun Wuxu began to walk slowly towards Ling Xiao, each step making the ground tremble slightly, as if even the earth was trembling for his arrival. His right hand was behind his back, holding it tightly, as if in the palm of his hand
Within it lies a power that can overturn the world.
A terrifying artistic conception appeared out of thin air like a sleeping giant. This artistic conception was so strong that it was like a volcano that had accumulated for thousands of years and accumulated endless power. It suddenly erupted at a certain moment, and the lava spewed out instantly surrounded the surroundings.
Devouring space.
As soon as it appeared, the surrounding space began to rise and fall, as if being pulled by this artistic conception, even the air became heavy and depressing.
And every time Hun Wuxu takes a step forward, this artistic conception will become stronger, as if he is stepping on the heartstrings of all living beings with every step, making everyone's hearts beat with his steps.
"Condensing soul!" In the holy pattern formation, Long Yingtian suddenly whispered. These four words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with a hint of disbelief and deep shock. His expression became more solemn.
, it’s like facing an unprecedented crisis.
"Haha, Long Yingtian, you finally understand." Hun Huan laughed proudly at the side, his smile full of ridicule and provocation.
"We, Hun Wuxu, have mastered the essence of Ningzhen Soul that can only be understood by the Ningzhen Realm. This is extremely terrifying. In other words, although Hun Wuxu has not yet reached the Ningzhen Realm, he already has the ability of the Ningzhen Realm.
The strength is, moreover, more terrifying than those in the low-level Condensation Realm! You, Long Yingtian, are going to be in trouble this time."
After saying that, Hun Huan's eyes turned to the battlefield again, his eyes full of anticipation and excitement, as if he had seen the moment when Hun Wuxu stepped on Ling Xiao under his feet.
This soul is like a monster that descended from nine heavens away. People can't help but retreat when they see it! His existence is like the most dazzling star in the night sky, which people can't ignore but are out of reach.
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Long Yingtian's eyes fell on Ling Xiao inadvertently. There was both worry and a hint of indescribable helplessness in his eyes.
He sighed secretly in his heart: Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao, you are indeed a genius, very outstanding, just like the proud son of heaven who jumped out of the cracks in the rocks, full of skills. But it is a pity that you were born in
This is an era where monsters are rampant!
Being born in the same era as a monster like Hun Wuxu is undoubtedly a tragedy for those equally talented geniuses. It is like a sudden violent storm when a hundred flowers are blooming. How can those delicate flowers withstand it?
Can you live there?
Long Yingtian thought so in his heart, and turned his eyes to the battlefield again. Below, he saw that the space around Ling Xiao had begun to be shattered by Hun Wuxu's terrifying condensed soul, like pieces of fragile glass.
They were broken into pieces by the strong wind.
And that condensed soul was like an invisible giant net, covering Ling Xiao tightly, making him almost unable to breathe at this moment, as if even his soul was being swallowed by this power.
"You are really a monster!" Ling Xiao suddenly understood something, and a hint of realization flashed in his eyes, "In terms of pure monster level, you may be a bit more terrifying than Bai Yan and the Heavenly Soul Saint. Although they
You are strong, but it always feels like you are relying on external forces, but you have reached this point entirely by relying on your own evil talent."
"It's a little late for you to understand, so lose!" Hun Wuxu's voice was like the cold wind in an ice cellar, cold and ruthless. There was no wave on his face, as if he had already seen through all Ling Xiao's struggles and efforts.
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The condensed soul was continuously released like a tide, and every strand contained power that could shake the world. The terrifying aura made everyone present hold their breath involuntarily.
At this critical moment, Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly became firm. He seemed to have made some determination and decisively released his Five Elements Dragon Soul.