Snow Mu Ling City, City Tower.

The Origin Soul Heavenly King appeared in the world, turbulent in all directions, and on the winding city tower like a dragon, the soldiers who were originally strong and unyielding, with a solemn expression sweating like rain. The weak tribe members had already gone downstairs, and even the many powerful geniuses in the city who were still staying on the city tower, with different expressions.

"Eight Source Soul Kings, Soul Kings... This source soul descended to the Dream Spirit World a hundred years ago, and is even longer than the Source Soul Emperor. He originally called himself the Soul Emperor, but later he was captured by the power of the Source Soul Emperor. After surrendering, he had to be the Soul King..."

A sound of old age sounded beside Xue Muhong and his friends.

"Dean!"

"Master!"

"Director Leng!"

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As the sound of old age sounded, several respectful shouts suddenly sounded around.

An old man with long eyebrows, white beard, a face as haggard as cracked, and a blue-colored cloaked cloak led a middle-aged man beside him to the city tower and appeared in the sight of several people.

The middle-aged man was carrying a long iron stick on his back, his hair was white, his ears were also white, his face was elegant, his figure was graceful, and his sleeves were covered with a special font, which added a bit of scholarly spirit. He must have been a handsome man from the White Nightmare clan when he was young.

The old man, known as Dean Leng, waved his hand and looked deep in the distance, with his turbid eyes, and was filled with worries.

His steps were light, as if a gust of wind could blow, but no one present dared to underestimate the old man who stepped into the loess with half his foot.

This old man is the current dean of Xuemu Ling City, Donghua Academy, and a person appointed by the Black Nightmare Spirit Realm. In terms of qualifications, he is comparable to the city lord.

He is also one of the strongest masters of the Source Spirit City in Xuemu Ling City.

"Master, this Soul King has such a great origin, what is his strength? Can that master subdue it?"

Mu Qingyu walked over slightly, supporting the old man's arm intimately.

The old man remained silent.

"The power of the master is hard to defeat in the world. Although Xing Wancang is a new master, he controls the real secret treasure of the source soul. The spiritual emptiness secret wheel has been opened twice, and the victory and defeat with the Soul King is slightly above the seventh level... However, the specific battle depends on how he performs..."

At this time, the middle-aged man next to him smiled and spoke.

These juniors didn't know much about the real masters. As soon as he said that, several of them looked at him in shock.

"Director Leng...who is this?"

Xue Muhong asked carefully.

It should not be that simple to be able to express the name of the master in one word and still know his ability.

The middle-aged man smiled at the patrol:

"You don't need to be afraid of me. My name is Tian Xiaosheng. I can't even kill the weakest ant beast..."

Speaking of this, he paused and smiled faintly:

"However, I am from Lingxu Tianlun Mountain, and I'm here just watching the battle..."

When the words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

At this moment... the battle in the distance was like fire on oil, and suddenly started to burn!

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When the battle begins, the arrogance burns all over the sky!

But it seems that this battle ended at a speed that countless people could not imagine...

Xing Wancang looked coldly at the source soul of the black-clothed phantom in front of him, with infinite light in his eyes!

The great disaster in the Dream Spirit Realm has lasted 100,000 years, and the source soul is growing stronger. However, in the past hundred years, the Source Soul Emperor has been extremely powerful and has barely suppressed the overlord-level existences among the other source souls!

Now this Soul King is his powerful soldier. If he can conquer his soul, he will surely make himself famous! Let the entire Nanling look at him!

"Secret wheel, open!"

You should not underestimate the enemy in this battle. Xing Wancang didn't think much about it. A touching light began to appear everywhere in his body and limbs. The lines flowed, connecting his whole body. Then, another river-like light ray, lit up from him like a complete circle.

As the light like these two streams lit up, Xing Wancang's momentum began to rise step by step!

But during his breath, his eyes began to shine with a hot light, his breath was like a dragon, and he gently pinched his palm, and there were explosions in the air!

"Good momentum!"

The Soul King looked at it with a smile and said calmly: "Do it, use your strongest moves...the dazzling fireworks will eventually fade after they are brilliant. I will give you this opportunity!"

"Arrogant!"

Xing Wancang's eyes were like an angry Buddha, and he raised his palms and combined them into one. The explosion-like airflow began to fly from his palms like clouds and smoke.

"It just so happens that I have recently obtained a secret soul source treasure, so I will use you to sacrifice!"

Xing Wancang's long hair danced like a mad demon, his body was like an eagle and falcon, and his palms suddenly covered him, accompanied by a cold shout from his mouth:

"Soul Source Secret: Prison the Kingdom of Heaven!"

As the words fell, in the horrified eyes of countless people, the hands began to grow suddenly!

The huge giant palm burned with invisible flames, covering the sky and the sun, as if it was about to burn out the sky and imprisoning everything!

The terrifying power was that even the tribe members on the city towers several miles away could feel it clearly, both excited and fearful!

"The power of heaven! This is the master! So strong and so terrifying!"

Shui Lingti looked at the eyes of shock, as if she had never seen such a mighty source spirit master. "Is this the secret treasure of the soul source? I have also practiced it, and I never expected that I could exert such powerful power..."

That overwhelming palm shadow seems to be able to suppress everything in the world!

The power of the glorious palm is so scared that I see it!

"You are like a natural barrier between you and the master. Even if you have learned the secret treasure of the Soul Source, you cannot exert one or two of the power. How can you compare with the master?"

Dean Leng said in a deep voice, "It seems that Master Xing is very clear that you should not waste too much time with this Soul King... I may be ambushed and severely injured the Soul King with one move!"

The middle-aged man Tian Jie looked at him with a smile, and the strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Under such a terrifying secret move, the source soul should be directly suppressed!"

Ling Qinglong was very excited, as if he was possessed by a master, as if Xing Wancang in the distance was himself.

"If you can't suppress it, it's a serious injury, and it's certain... The power of the master is like this... Who dares not to obey? If he took action just now, I'm afraid I'll have already returned to the west..."

Mu Qingyu whispered in a low voice.

Although the figures in the distance cannot be seen clearly, the power can be felt clearly.

I have never seen the power of a master, and suddenly I realized that I was so ridiculous before.

And the dead Ziyan tribe member...

"Master! We deserve to be honored by our knees."

Xue Muhong seemed to be in a strange way Mu Qingyu couldn't help but say lightly: "Sister Qingyu, now I know how unwise the choice was, right? How ignorant and stupid are the Zi Yan tribe members? Contradict the Grandmaster? Haha..."

Several people were silent.

The middle-aged man Tian Lisheng listened to the conversation of several people, smiled silently, and the strange light flashed in his eyes.

Dean Leng was quite curious about Xue Muhong's words and couldn't help asking:

"Turn against the Grandmaster? Who has the courage to..."

Several people looked at each other and smiled, and they casually told what had happened outside the city...

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Xuemu Qianqian Cliff and Ling Tianlang, which also fell on the ground, did not have the juniors like Shui Lingti, who were excited and rude, but they also had their respect and enthusiasm for the strong!

"This is the real power of the master! Boy, when my master cleans up the source soul, you will be in trouble!"

The old servant sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the sky-shaking palm prints in the distance, and laughed loudly.

Xuemu Qian Cliff gave Ling Tianlang a color, slightly away from Wang Tian, ​​and said:

"Brother Ling, this son cannot be kept!"

Ling Tianlang remained silent and did not answer.
Chapter completed!