Ling Xiao took a deep breath, then turned to look at Mr. Qi and others, and said firmly: "You guys go to perform the mission, I will go directly to the fortress!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Qi and others nodded one after another, their eyes also shining with determination. They knew that this mission was not trivial and related to the safety of the entire Demon Suppression Mansion.

Therefore, they must go all out and not slack off at all.

Under Ling Xiao's gaze, they quietly disappeared into the dense forest, using special means to restrain their aura, as if they had become part of the forest and disappeared without a trace.

Those powerful people, even those who stand at the pinnacle of the soul clan and possess extraordinary detection abilities, are unable to fully deploy their spiritual consciousness all the time.

Because this approach consumes too much soul power, even they cannot bear the continuous consumption for a long time.

Every time you deploy your spiritual consciousness, you need to carefully control the scope and intensity to avoid excessive loss and affect subsequent battles and actions.

Therefore, in such an environment, it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to discover them quietly.

Every slight movement might arouse their vigilance and expose their whereabouts. However, Ling Xiao's appearance provided a turning point for the actions of Mr. Qi and others.

He deliberately made noise to distract the other party's attention, allowing Mr. Qi and others to act more easily and reduce the risk of being discovered.

At this moment, Ling Xiao stood alone in front of the huge and gloomy fortress, his figure looking particularly tall and straight under the afterglow of the setting sun.

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the courage and determination into his chest, and then suddenly a spring thunder burst out of his tongue, and a deafening roar resounded through the sky: "You bastards of the Soul Clan, get out and die!"

This roar not only shook every inch of the air above the fortress, but also made the entire fortress seem to shake with the rhythm of the sound.

At that moment, Ling Xiao clearly felt that countless powerful spiritual consciousness swept across his body like searchlights.

Among these consciousnesses, there are many high-level warriors in the Heavenly Realm. Their power is enough to make any ordinary warrior feel scared.

But these high-level experts in the Celestial Realm, despite their powerful strength and overwhelming pressure, do not seem to intend to take action easily. They know very well that the cursed land of Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery hides endless weirdness and danger.

Once they take action here, not only may they suffer unknown backlash, but they may also break some delicate balance of this land, causing a greater disaster. Such a risk is unavoidable even for strong men like them.

Bear the weight.

In the distance, Bai Sha and others were walking quietly. Their originally light steps stopped involuntarily after hearing Ling Xiao's deafening roar.

The corner of Bai Sha's mouth twitched slightly, and a trace of shock and helplessness flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but murmur in a low voice: "I'll go, is Brother Ling a little too arrogant? This is simply declaring war on the entire Soul Clan!"

When Master Qi heard this, a playful smile appeared on his lips. He patted Bai Sha's shoulder gently and said with a smile:

"Haha, this is called domineering! Brother Ling's character really makes people love and hate him. However, only people like him can carve out a world of his own in this troubled world."

"Domineering..." Bai Sha repeated these two words, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He thought for a while, and then continued:

"It seems to be the case...Zhang Ruochen came here alone to challenge the Hun Clan before, but was defeated by Hun Wuxu in the end. I wonder what Brother Ling will do this time...whether he can successfully challenge the majesty of the Hun Clan, and

Or..."

Having said this, Bai Sha's voice lowered involuntarily, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

Although he had full respect for Ling Xiao's strength and courage, facing a behemoth like the Soul Clan, even Ling Xiao might not be able to escape unscathed. He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that Ling Xiao would be safe and complete this task smoothly.

tasks.

On the fortress wall, it seemed as if it was suddenly touched by an invisible force. In an instant, many figures appeared one after another, crowding the originally empty city.

Some of the faces among these figures were quite familiar to Ling Xiao. He was dressed in black, like a ghost in the dark night, standing there without a trace, his eyes as cold as knives, as if he could see through all the illusions in the world.

Next to him, the soul wearing a mysterious mask stood quietly like an emotionless sculpture, but the dangerous aura coming from his bones made people dare not underestimate him in the slightest.

In addition, there is also the sister of the Rakshasa twin demons. Her eyes contain hatred for Ling Xiao, but also mixed with a hint of complicated emotions, which is difficult to fathom.

Of course, in addition to these familiar faces, there are also some strange and ferocious soul clan experts. They looked at Ling Xiao, their eyes full of greed and hostility, as if they wanted to eat Ling Xiao alive.

Their bodies trembled slightly with anger, and the stone slabs under their feet even trembled slightly due to their strength. They were ready to rush down the city wall and kill Ling Xiao with their swords. However, they were stopped by Hun Wuxu's cold

The voice was stopped.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to die?" Hun Wuxu's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a huge weight that no one could ignore.

He glanced around the crowd coldly and continued: "He is someone who can defeat the soul. If you think you are better than the soul, you can give it a try. But don't forget, the fate of the soul is a lesson for you."

Hun Wuxu's words were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the anger in everyone's hearts. They looked at each other, with a trace of unwillingness and helplessness flashing in their eyes.

Sister Rakshasa bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes showed both hatred for Ling Xiao and recognition of Hun Wuxu's words.

She knew that Hun Wuxu was telling the truth. Even Hun Ling was not Ling Xiao's opponent, and neither was she. So, she could only suppress the anger and unwillingness in her heart, and stood aside silently, waiting for what would happen next.

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The soul's face was very ugly. Even though he was wearing that mysterious mask, the slightly pursed lips and slightly trembling corners of the mouth still revealed his inner emotional fluctuations, but these were cleverly covered by the mask.

The past is covered up so outsiders can’t pry into it.

"This time, I will not lose to him." Soul's voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, with unquestionable determination.
Chapter completed!