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Chapter 2287 The God of Death Martial Spirit

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    "Stop making sarcastic remarks, it's our fault, it's us who look down on others. As long as we can survive, we can do whatever Ling Xiao asks us to do from now on."

    At this time, there were many people in the crowd who were silently swearing and praying silently.

    They placed their hopes on Ling Xiao.

    Of course, some people are dismissive of Ling Xiao.

    For example, Tianfeng Group, such as the Eight Immortals Mountain.

    The Tianfeng Regiment sent out the Golden Regiment members, while the Eight Immortals Mountain sent out the disciples from the Upper Eight Immortals 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 of the Eight Immortals Mountain is none other than Sha Diao.

    In their opinion, as long as these two people take action, the Demon Shadow Sect will be destroyed easily.

    However, when Chen Fengxiao and Sha Diao arrived at the underground city under the leadership of Wang Peng, they did not take action immediately.

    There were meaningful sneers on both of their faces.

    "Why don't you go help quickly? Ling Xiao alone is definitely no match for the demon envoy."

    Wang Peng was so anxious that he yelled.

    "Shut up!"

    The sand sculpture knocked Wang Peng unconscious with one palm.

    "It's really ridiculous. Haven't you heard that heroes always appear at the last moment? Even if we want to take action, we have to wait until more of the people in the Eight Immortals County City die. Then those despicable guys will be grateful to us.  "

    Sha Diao sneered.

    "agree."

    Chen Fengxiao also nodded, with an indifferent look on his face.

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

    In fact, they wanted to see Ling Xiao killed by the demon envoy, and then they would take action.

    In this way, the influence will be greater.

    They both looked at the battlefield over there at the same time.

    Although Ling Xiao uses the Moon-Stepping Meteor Step to cooperate with the thunder and lightning combat body, he can deal with the demon envoy.

    But after a while, he was still suppressed into a corner by the demon's huge blood ghost.

    "Escape? Why don't you run away? Your body skills are indeed good, but unfortunately, in this world, body skills alone are not enough. Maybe I am the nemesis of you warriors who are good at body skills."

    The devil looked at Ling Xiao indifferently, with a proud expression on his face.

    Although several attacks failed to hit Ling Xiao, they relied on their familiarity with the terrain to trap Ling Xiao in a corner. Now, Ling Xiao had no chance at all.

    "It's all coming to an end, kid. You're about to die. If you're willing to tell the truth and tell me who you really are, maybe I can spare you."

    The devil said calmly.

    "Crazy, I have said it many times, I am Ling Xiao, a disciple of the Black Immortal Mountain in the Lower Eight Immortal Mountains!"

    Ling Xiao was not in a good mood.

    "If you don't understand, then go to hell. The next move is my strongest move, and it is also a move that I have refined for many years. Using it to send you on your way will be a supreme honor for you.  .¡±

    With sarcasm and anger, a shadow holding a huge scythe condensed behind the demon envoy.

    This phantom is wearing a black cloak, and its whole body looks like a skeleton. Only its eyes are shining with blood-red light, as if it can enchant people.

    "The Martial Spirit of the God of Death! This is the Martial Spirit given to me by our sect master. It is no less powerful than the Nine Dragon Souls and the Twelve Immortal Martial Spirits from the ancient times."

    As the demon spoke, a huge blood-red sickle appeared in his hand.

    On the blade, cold light flashed, and power continued to gather.

    "Then I am really lucky to meet you, but your God of Death martial spirit is probably just a fake created by your sect leader. Although it is quite powerful, it is a pity that it really can't compete with the nine ancient dragon souls.  compared to."

    Ling Xiao possesses the Tai Chi Eye and can see at a glance that the spirit of the Demon Envoy is not the real thing, but an imitation made through a very powerful technology.

    Although Wuhun is not the only one.

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

    For example, the Nine Ancient Dragon Souls, the Twelve Human Immortal Martial Souls, the God of Death Martial Souls, etc.

    Of course, there are also Tyrannical Martial Spirits.

    If you want to get these martial spirits, the owner must die.

    "You dare to blaspheme the sect master's reward, and you will be punished!"

    The devil was very angry, very angry, and dared to say his ownThe martial spirit was a fake, which he couldn't accept.

    His aura became weirder and more powerful.

    "Ling Xiao, please leave quickly. I believe that with your strength, you will be able to escape successfully. Leave me alone and leave!"

    Ling Jiaojiao really wanted to believe in her brother Ling Xiao.

    But the cruel reality in front of her told her that Ling Xiao really refused to be the opponent of this demon envoy.

    She didn¡¯t want to harm Ling Xiao because of herself, so she yelled hysterically.

    The cry has resounded throughout the entire underground.

    ¡°I, Ling Xiao, have never done anything like abandoning my loved ones and running away on my own, not before and never again!

    And, I will never die!  "

    Ling Jiaojiao only heard these words, and then saw the demon envoy launching an attack on Ling Xiao.

    The blood is shining in the sky.

    Ling Xiao¡¯s figure seemed to be swallowed up by the huge God of Death.

    "That kid is dead, should we take action?"

    In the darkness, Sha Diao glanced over there with disdain and smiled lightly at Chen Feng.

    "You disciples of the Eight Immortals Mountain are too useless. I originally hoped that he could seriously injure the demon before he died, so that it would be easier for us to deal with him."

    Chen Fengxiao sneered and came out of the air.

    "That boy is not worthy of being a disciple of the Demonic Shadow Sect!"

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

    These two people are extremely powerful.

    Each of the terrifying auras is stronger than that of the demon envoy.

    When the two of them appeared on the big screen, many people forgot about Ling Xiao's existence and became extremely excited.

    "It's Chen Fengxiao!"

    "It's a sand sculpture!"

    "Great, the Tianfeng Group and the Eight Immortals Mountain have finally sent out experts. With them, we can finally be rescued."

    "Then Ling Xiao's performance was pretty good, but it's a pity that he died. After his death, he could be posthumously named a hero of the Eight Immortals County."

    "Haha, that's true. No matter what, I have tried hard, even though I haven't accomplished anything."

    "Why are you talking so nicely? That Ling Xiao is a waste who overestimates his capabilities. If he knew that the Demon Shadow Sect did such a thing, he should report it to the Eight Immortals Mountain instead of taking credit for it himself.

    You deserve to die.  "

    "Yes, you deserve to die!"

    Those who said such heartless words were mostly people from the Zhou family and Shen family, as well as some disciples of the Eight Immortals Mountain who were related to the Sha family, and people from the Tianfeng Group.

    They thought that Ling Xiao was a waste who was greedy for credit. Not only did he have no merit, but he also ruined the reputation of the Eight Immortals Mountain.

    If you die, it will be an advantage for Ling Xiao.

    "Death Scythe - Bloodthirsty!"

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

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

    A huge sickle struck directly at the place where Ling Xiao was standing.

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