Chapter 387 The Furious Holy Spirit Cult

"You mean, thirteen of our branches in Mingdu were destroyed in one day? Which also included two soul guidance device production centers?"

A figure emerged out of thin air from the blood.

When her figure appeared, the surrounding air was obviously distorted, and all the blood seemed to be worshiping, setting off her arrival in this world.

That was a woman, at least in terms of body shape, and she was absolutely a devil in terms of figure.

Her whole body was covered in a dark red cloak, and there seemed to be a layer of mist on her face, covering her face.

Her mature voice is full of magnetism and slightly hoarse, but it has a special magic in the ears, making it easy for people to feel close to her and even admire her.

However, to the evil soul saint kneeling below, the sound was no less than the soul-stirring sound from hell, with a terrifying aura that could make his soul tremble.

He replied tremblingly: "Back to the leader. Yes, yes, all the members of the Holy Cult in the thirteen branches were killed, and even the branch itself was completely destroyed. Subordinates, subordinates discovered After that, I will report to you immediately."

"Oh? Then your movements are really fast."

The woman's playful voice sounded. Although every word was said lightly, it made people feel so heavy. It pierced the hearts of everyone present like a sharp sword. The depressed people were speechless. .

The Evil Soul Saint was trembling even more violently, almost holding his breath.

Or the appearance of another black figure broke the extremely solemn atmosphere in the venue: "Does the attacker have a suspected target? Are there any traces left at the battle scene?"

"Go back to the chief to worship. The suspect is initially determined to be the owner of the angel spirit."

One of the titled Douluo stood up and said in a deep voice.

"I just came back from several of the most severely damaged sites. The other party has mastered extremely powerful sacred power and fire power. It can almost be concluded that it was the work of the owner of the angel martial spirit."

"Not only that, in the soul guide production center of the eastern suburbs branch, the newly promoted ninth elder Wu Mengsheng was beaten to death, with no bones left. Even though he is seriously injured and has not recovered, under the ability of his special martial spirit, , even ordinary titled Douluo cannot achieve this level."

The person who was called the chief worshipper was naturally Munn's old acquaintance - Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao.

Long Xiaoyao nodded slightly: "I know Wu Mengsheng. His martial spirit is indeed strange. Even if I want to find him, it will take some effort. If the opponent has the ability to kill him completely, then at least he must An angelic spirit titled Douluo who has evolved to the six-winged level."

One of the evil soul master titled Douluo said: "But where are there any six-winged angel titles on this continent now? The only titled Douluo with an angel spirit is in the Star Luo Empire, and he is also a healer. Angel, a pure healing soul master."

Another Evil Soul Master Titled Douluo then echoed: "Indeed, the true inheritance of Seraphs was cut off ten thousand years ago, and what's left now are just some useless trash."

Another person interjected: "Thinking about it this way, we might want to thank Tang San, who has really ascended to godhood or not, for doing such a great favor for our Holy Religion. If he hadn't killed that legendary person, If the capital is blown up and the Wuhun Palace is knocked down, how can we still be where we are today?"

"Okay, let's not say that there are many things that are not there. The top priority now is to find the murderer."

Long Xiaoyao scolded and turned to look at the woman sitting on the Blood Throne.

"Our cooperation with Prince Xu Tianran has just begun and we were attacked. I wonder if it was the Sun and Moon Empire."

"Not impossible."

The magnetic and lazy voice sounded slowly, seemingly without even the slightest hint of anger.

There is only one woman who can make Long Xiaoyao, the majestic Dark Dragon Emperor, respectful and respectful - his old sweetheart, Supreme Leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, Xu Tianran's new godmother, ninth-level soul master, Death God Dou Luo Ye Evening water.

The fog on Ye Xishui's face has not faded, and he just said lightly: "Wu'er and Fengling are currently in the Demonic Forest, unable to escape. I need to stay in the palace, and you eight elders had better be useful."

"I will give you one month. After one month, if the murderer's head does not appear under my throne, you will bear the consequences."

After saying that, a mist of blood suddenly appeared, and Ye Xishui's figure had completely disappeared.

As soon as these words came out, the eight evil soul masters and elders immediately felt in danger, saluted hurriedly, and agreed in unison: "Yes."

Long Xiaoyao glanced at the evil soul master Soul Saint who was about to pee his pants out of fear, sighed softly, and disappeared without a trace.

Qian Chaoguang's previous predictions were not wrong at all. The Holy Spirit Cult reacted in a very short period of time and quickly started a large-scale screening that could be called a hundred ghosts walking in the night.

That was more than one-third of the power of the Holy Spirit Cult in the entire Ming Dynasty, with more than a dozen Soul Saints, dozens of Soul Emperors, and nearly a hundred Soul Kings and Soul Sects!

There are even two Contras included.

So many believers were massacred at the same time in one day!

These are hundreds of evil soul masters!

It is simply unbelievable that the existence that can even destroy a large city when united together has disappeared so quietly in this prosperous Ming capital.

Is this a person?

Or an organization?

The Holy Spirit Church doesn’t know.

But the Holy Spirit Church understands one thing - as long as this person or this organization is not caught for a day, they will have trouble sleeping and eating.

How can a couch lying on its side allow others to sleep soundly!

For a time, undercurrents surged in the dark side of Mingdu, and countless sects were in danger.

However, the initiator of all this did not have any sense of satisfaction and revenge.

Originally there was.

But another emotion came even deeper than that.

After the massacre that day, Qian Chaoguang took another day off from Liu Tiezhu and locked himself in the demiplane of the undead.

He needed some quiet time.

Whether it was to regain his severely overdrawn strength or to calm down his depressed mood, he needed to be quiet and slow down.

With the destruction of thirteen evil soul master branches and the deaths of hundreds of evil soul masters, Qian Chaoguang originally thought that he would have a satisfying feeling of having avenged a great revenge.

In fact, his current mood is not only not happy, but also extremely heavy.

When he was encircling and suppressing the Holy Spirit Cult branch, the further back he went, the heavier and depressed his heart became.

Every time he led the undead army to destroy a branch, he could either capture or destroy some "magic weapons" refined by evil soul masters.