Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao could clearly feel that his connection with the surrounding environment had become closer, as if the whole world was under his perception. This change gave him more confidence and calmness when facing those potential terrorist threats.

With this newfound power, Ling Xiao carefully shuttled through the depths of the mysterious area. With his keen intuition and superb body skills, he successfully avoided those terrifying creatures that made people's heart palpitate. Along the way, he witnessed countless incredible scenes, but none of them could compare to the scene he was about to see.

When he finally arrived at the deepest part of the mysterious area, the scene in front of him made him gasp. All around, corpses were lying all over the ground, and bones were everywhere, as if this was an ancient battlefield, or the remains of the destruction of a powerful force. There was an indescribable sadness and despair in the air, which made people feel cold involuntarily.

What was even more shocking was that each of the magical weapons scattered on the ground exuded the breath of its former glory. They are swords, knives, or guns. Each of them was once a sharp weapon in the hands of the strong and witnessed countless life-and-death battles.

However, time is ruthless. Even the divine weapons above the Tianzun level cannot withstand the erosion of time. Now, they are broken or decayed, losing their former luster and sharpness. They can only lie quietly in this ruins, telling the past glory and today's loneliness.

Ling Xiao looked at this scene, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He felt sorry for the fate of these divine weapons, and was shocked to be able to witness such historical relics with his own eyes.

He knew that although these divine weapons had lost their former power, the history and stories they carried were priceless treasures. And he will continue to move forward, explore more secrets of this mysterious area, and uncover more history sealed by time.

"Hmm?"

Ling Xiao's footsteps seemed particularly heavy and cautious after stepping on the desolate road paved with countless corpses. Every step seemed to be talking to time and passing by the dead souls of the past. This road is long and full of depression. The air is filled with the breath of death, which makes people feel awe involuntarily.

However, in such an environment, a unique corpse attracted all his attention. This corpse seemed to have traveled from another time and space, standing there quietly, becoming a different color in this dead land.

Its hands were pressed tightly on the ancient and heavy door in front of it, and its nails were almost embedded in the crack of the door, revealing a kind of unwillingness and determination. The body did not decay like other companions, but maintained a strange sense of freshness. Although the skin had lost its blood color, it was still tight and elastic, as if it had just fallen into an eternal sleep.

The most shocking thing was the eyes. They were wide open, and although the pupils had lost focus, they seemed to still be looking at a distant place, full of unfinished ambitions and endless regrets.

Such a scene made Ling Xiao stop in his tracks, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart-was it a feeling of fragility of life, or curiosity about the identity of the unknown deceased?

He walked slowly around the corpse, his eyes lingering on every detail, trying to find a clue or answer. At this moment, his sight was attracted by a passage of text on a nearby wall.

Those words, carved deep or shallow on the stone wall, are still clearly visible after years of baptism. They are written in an ancient and mysterious font, revealing the breath of an ancient civilization, as if whispering a forgotten history.

Ling Xiao approached the wall, his eyes focused and solemn, he read the words word by word, and his heart was filled with complex emotions.

These words may be the key to solving the mystery of this strange corpse, or they may allow him to have a deeper understanding of the depths of this mysterious area. At this moment, he seemed to have some subtle connection with the past history and felt a resonance across time and space.

"This place is dark, and it is locked with shocking demons. Do not open this door lightly, or disaster will come. We are all condemned by God, because of the deceit of the Holy Temple. The lies weave have trapped us into eternal damnation. The rest of us, once the top of the Great Zhen Dynasty, the best in the world, now die here, with unfulfilled ambitions and deep regrets.

My relics are all the fruits of my life, and I wish to give them to the chosen son of God. He will inherit my will, hold my sword, come out at dawn, and swear to expose the hypocrisy of the Holy Temple to the broad daylight. Under the broad daylight, blood debts must be paid with blood to comfort our souls in heaven.

I hope that those who come after us will remember this hatred and not let our sorrow repeat the same mistakes. The destruction of the Holy Hall is not for personal honor or disgrace, but for the people of the world, to restore order and restore a bright world to the world. Although I am dead, my soul is immortal and my will is still there. I am willing to use your hands to eliminate all the injustice in the world, so as to show the true qualities of a hero! "

After reading this text, Ling Xiao's heart seemed to be hit by a huge wave, and the shock was beyond words.

He stared at the corpse in disbelief, and a thought echoed in his mind again and again: the strongest man of the Dazhen Dynasty in the past, the existence that was revered as a myth in countless legends, would actually fall in the depths of this dark and mysterious area, ending his legendary career in such a tragic way.

Ling Xiao's thoughts were like fallen leaves in the wind, erratic, but tightly pulled by the closed door.

His heart was filled with endless doubts and curiosity. What earth-shattering secrets were hidden behind this door that required this powerful person to seal it at the cost of his life? Was it some kind of terrifying existence beyond imagination, or a stunning treasure that could change the world?

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a burning light, which was the desire to explore the unknown and the desire for the relics of the strong. He knew that as the strongest man in the Dazhen Dynasty, his relics must be extraordinary, and perhaps contain secrets that can make him stronger.

He looked around, and his eyes finally fixed on the quaint box under the feet of the strong man. The box seemed ordinary, but the traces of the holy patterns on it revealed its extraordinaryness.

Those holy patterns seemed to be the marks of ancient times, recording a period of history that was covered by the years. However, due to the long time, these holy patterns have become blurred and lost their former glory and power.

But Ling Xiao did not give up because he knew the value hidden behind these holy patterns. He approached the box carefully, and his fingers gently touched the worn holy patterns, feeling the weak power they conveyed. His heart was full of awe and expectation, as if he was about to reveal a dusty secret.

After careful observation and experimentation, Ling Xiao finally found a way to remove the holy patterns. With his extraordinary wisdom and keen insight, he removed those complex holy patterns one by one in just a moment.