Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

But fate did not seem to let the vulture off easily. The dragon had already been ready. Its huge claws were like dark clouds, carrying an unstoppable force, and suddenly slapped the vulture.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze. A trace of despair and unwillingness flashed in the vulture's eyes. He tried his best to use his remaining strength to resist this fatal blow.

However, the disparity in strength made all his efforts seem so powerless. The dragon's claws easily penetrated his chest, and blood splattered, dyeing the surrounding air red. The vulture's body was like a kite with a broken string, drawing a sad arc in the air, and fell heavily to the ground, his life or death uncertain.

The surrounding air became heavier because of this sudden change, and Ji Wuming's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. He knew that if no one came to his aid in time, the vulture might really die here.

Looking at the subordinate lying in a pool of blood, with the fire of life swaying, Ji Wuming's eyes flashed with a complex emotion - anger, grief, and helplessness and emotion about the fickleness of fate.

At this time, Ji Wuming's figure was like lightning, and he had reached the core of the battlefield in an instant. His face was solemn, and his eyes flashed with a resolute light.

With a low roar, he suddenly waved his hand, and the palm gathered a majestic spiritual power, which turned into a visible gale, carrying the momentum of destroying the world, and fiercely slammed into the raging dragon.

This attack was not only to save the vulture whose life was hanging by a thread, but also to demonstrate the majesty and inviolability of the Ji family as the old master of the East China Sea.

With Ji Wuming's action, the void above his head seemed to be torn apart, and a huge bronze tripod appeared in a hurry. Under it were carved dragons and phoenixes, simple and solemn, emitting a faint golden light. That was my proud martial soul - one of the four tripods.

That bronze tripod is not only the source of Ji's family's power, but also a witness to Jiang Xi's glorious history. It carries the glory and wisdom of Jiang Xi's ancestors, and every appearance is enough to shock people.

I firmly believe that Ling Xiaoqiang's bloodline power is the key to repairing the four tripod martial souls. That obsession made me take Ling Xiaoqiang into Jiang Xi at all costs, and become an important chess piece for me to repair the martial soul and revitalize the family.

"Boom!" Finally, the two forces collided calmly in the air, and a deafening roar broke out. Ji's palm wind stopped abruptly in place under the pressure of Ji's knife, but this destructive force did not weaken much, and still exuded a terrifying breath that made people palpitate.

I know that even if the martial soul is not top-notch, as long as it is used properly, it can still be my right-hand man in battle.

"Swish!" With a sharp sound of breaking through the air, Yuan Wei's bloodthirsty knife drew a dazzling knife light, flashed from the field, and went straight to Ji's palm wind.

I did not shrink back because of the fierce impact of the first confrontation. Instead, I took advantage of the aftermath of that force and quickly grasped the God-Slaying Sword in my right hand. The tip of the sword flashed with cold light, like the brightest star in the night sky, pointing directly at the fleeting thin spot in the palm wind of the Ji family.

The legend about Jiang Xi was widely circulated in the East China Sea and even in a wider area. A long time later, Jiang Xi was the overlord of that sea area. He not only ruled the East China Sea, but also founded a huge empire. His brilliant achievements are still talked about by the world.

But there was a condition, that is, the woman must be a virgin. This condition must have become a knot in the heart of the weak master Jiang Xi that was difficult to let go.

That fact was different from a bolt from the blue for the weak master Jiang Xi. I was angry because my plan was completely disrupted, and the young man's planning and expectations seemed to have vanished overnight; I was angry because the appearance of Yuan Weiqiang should have been a turning point for Jiang Xi's revival, but now it has become a touchable phantom.

However, at that critical moment, something unexpected happened. Ji Jiajia's palm wind had blasted open the void, with a destructive momentum, and when it was about to hit the dragon, a nimble figure rushed in like lightning and blocked my attack.

The anger and resentment burned in my chest like a raging fire, driving me to make a series of decisions, trying to reverse the seemingly reversible fate.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and the violent energy fluctuations generated by the confrontation between the two forces.

At this time, Jiang Xi's ancestor awakened the Four Ding Wuhun, what a glory and power it was, enough to make the world change color. However, as time passed, the family gradually declined, and the inheritance of the Four Ding Martial Spirits became increasingly difficult. Until now, it has once again shone under the weak master Jiang Xi, although the light was slightly dim, not even a tenth of the ancestor's.

That sudden confrontation shocked everyone present. We witnessed the thrilling contest between the two weaklings, and also felt the insult and contest between the weaklings.

Only then did the previous things go away.

So, I rushed forward, as fast as a cheetah hunting, and the bloodthirsty knife held in my left hand was even more cold and sharp, revealing a heart-pounding murderous aura.

Under the bronze tripod, the ancient patterns seemed to contain the wisdom and power accumulated over the years. Every surge of spiritual power significantly improved the strength of the Ji family.

However, at that critical moment, the tactics of the Ji family were fully demonstrated.

Therefore, when Ling Xiaoqiang appeared with your pure and hair-like blood and talent, Master Yuan Weijia saw hope.

I have strayed off topic, let's get back to the point. Although the bronze tripod martial spirit awakened by Ji Jiajia is not prominent in Jiang Xi's martial spirit genealogy, it is only a special one, but that power shines with extraordinary brilliance in my hands.

I know very well that the restoration and weakening of the four tripod martial spirits depends on the harsh conditions of the young masters, and Ling Xiaoqiang's virginity is one of them. It is not only the rule of ancient inheritance, but also the hope of our family's resurgence.

Facing Yuan Weijia's palm that can shake the mountains and rivers, there is no fear or retreat in Ji Jiajia's eyes. I know very well that it is a battle about life and death and honor, and it is not worth the slightest care.

At this moment, Ji Jiajia is fully focused and gathers all his strength in his palm. This palm is not only a declaration of war on the dragon, but also a protection of the vulture's life. I silently recite the honor and responsibility of the family in my heart, trying to use the power of that blow to blow away the raging dragon and win a glimmer of life for the vulture.

However, fate always seems to like to play tricks on people. Ling Xiaoqiang finally chose the father of the Ji family. The two of them got married and gave birth to the miracle of life in the Ji family.

This figure is Yuan Wei. I successfully blocked the fatal blow of the Ji family with an almost incredible speed and reaction.

The reason why the four-cauldron martial spirit of Master Yuan Wei was broken is that there are regrets and efforts of several generations of the family behind it. We know that only the four-cauldron martial spirit that has not been broken can revive Yuan Wei and reproduce the former glory.