Martial Soul: Be a Saint

Even though Wu Hao was trying his best to retreat, he was still unable to escape from the cold fist of the grey-clothed middle-aged man.    

    

With a final boom, the man struck his chest with a solid fist and sent his body flying. As he flew through the air, his entire body quickly froze into an ice sculpture.    

    

Witnessing this scene, the expressions of Jia Ren, Gu Shiya, Li Ruohua and the rest changed.    

    

Whoosh …    

    

Almost subconsciously, the three of them turned into afterimages, rushing towards the place where Wu Hao was about to land.    

    

This was because, at the moment, Wu Hao's entire body was quickly congealing into an ice sculpture. If he was struck by such a huge impact, he would have instantly shattered into pieces.    

    

And at this time, Wu Hao, who was flying backwards quickly in the air, the martial Yuan inside his aurasea practically instantly turned into ice attribute. Following the circulation of the ice attribute spirit energy, the ice attribute spirit energy released a True Dragon Art, the ice dragon manifested inside his body, and he instantly unleashed his zedoary technique, quickly devouring the ice attribute spirit energy.    

    

Just like that.    

    

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.    

    

Even though the zedoary's devouring speed was extremely fast, in Wu Hao's heart, had instantly dropped to the bottom.    

    

If this situation continued, he would at most be able to keep his life, and his body would be smashed to pieces.    

    

When the time of crisis was near, in the darkness, the three-headed, six-armed Ancient Devil Soul Mo Tian suddenly turned into a blur. In almost half a breath of time, it seemed to have used the spatial ability of shrinking the ground into an inch, and appeared at the place Wu Hao was about to land.    

    

"No …"    

    

Jia Ren and the others, who had witnessed Wu Hao's fall, but did not have the time to rescue him, roared in fear.    

    

Even the distant Yun Linger couldn't bear it any longer and closed her eyes.    

    

In the end, a long time passed.    

    

What caused everyone to be puzzled was that there was no sound of falling, so they carefully looked over.    

    

In the darkness, the three-headed, six-armed, ancient soul Mo Tian was holding onto its four arms, holding Wu Hao who had turned into a half-ice sculpture in the air steadily, saving him from the calamity of a collision.    

    

At that moment, Mo Tian was using the terrifying cold energy to invade its soul body, as if the cold energy was not able to harm it in the slightest.    

    

But if one were to look carefully, at this moment, its three heads and six eyes were emitting an extremely cold gaze, locked onto the grey-clothed middle-aged man in the distance.    

    

At a certain moment!    

    

He gently placed Wu Hao, who had turned into a half-ice sculpture, onto the ground, then took a step forward.    

    

Roar!    

    

As it stepped forward, a shockwave accompanied its furious roar. With it as the center, it spread out instantly like a water ripple.    

    

In an instant!    

    

The smoke and dust filled the air, the astral winds raged!    

    

Mo Tian raised its three gigantic heads and roared towards the sky, at the same time, it waved its six arms, following its furious roar, its originally tall and short body suddenly became shrouded in darkness, releasing a black light that exploded outwards, and its figure suddenly expanded dramatically.    

    

In the blink of an eye.    

    

While everyone was still in shock.    

    

It instantly transformed into a thirty-meter-tall, three-headed, six-armed, malevolent-looking ancient demonic god.    

    

This was the true form of the Ancient Devil Soul, a hundred feet long!    

    

His astonishing soul power shocked everyone present.    

    

There had never been anyone who could connect the dots between them and the Three-headed Demon Soul that had followed Wu Hao's orders, to think that it possessed such formidable strength.    

    

Seemingly everyone, upon seeing Mo Tian's sinister true form, had a completely pale face, and their bodies subconsciously continuously retreated.    

    

"Little human, you deserve to die!"    

    

Mo Tian's soul consciousness was tightly locked onto the grey-clothed middle-aged man, and an imposing voice suddenly came out from its three heads.