Chapter 391 Seeing the Flower of the Other Side Again
Chapter 391 Seeing the Flower of the Other Side Again
"You are not worthy." Qian Xunji's eyes were extremely indifferent, and he did not take the middle-aged man in black seriously at all.
And Qian Xunji's plain words completely angered the middle-aged man in black, "Humph, if you don't eat the toast, you will have to drink the fine wine. Do you think I'm really afraid of you? After I deal with you, I will turn all of Wuhun City into a I am the blood fountain of the Holy Spirit Sect, and you, this sect will draw out your soul and make you surrender to me forever and ever!"
The middle-aged man in black looked at the six people behind him and waved his hand, "Come together!"
Suddenly, an extremely powerful mental pressure was centered on the body of the middle-aged man in black and suddenly released outwards. All buildings within a hundred meters of the surrounding area turned into powder in the face of this terrifying pressure, and a clearing was quickly cleared.
"Be bold!"
At this moment, not far from the Pope's Palace, several long whistles suddenly sounded. The whistles were distant and powerful, like a rolling torrent that was as breathtaking as a torrent.
All the soul masters couldn't help but cover their ears and looked towards the source of the sound. They saw that it was coming from the direction of the Enshrinement Hall. Six figures were rushing towards the Pope's Hall quickly, and soon they arrived in front of the Pope's Hall.
What came over was the six major enshrinements of the Enshrinement Hall.
The first person was an old man, the second worshiper of the Golden Crocodile. He had a golden robe with silver embroidery, and his whole body was covered with a layer of fine golden scales. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes as he glanced at the Holy Spirit Cult members in the air.
"It's you guys who came to invade my Wuhun Palace. Who are you? Don't you want to live anymore!!!" Jin Crocodile showed an angry look on his face, and almost roared his last words, exuding bursts of air, which was very scary.
A trace of solemnity flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man in black. Is the strength of Wuhun Palace so strong?
"Go!" The middle-aged man in black raised his hands upward, and the Blood Soul Demon Puppet behind him suddenly burst out with blood. Strong blood light suddenly burst out, turning into huge groups of resentful spirits in the air, rushing in all directions. go.
Each group of resentful spirits is the size of a human head. The resentful spirits are extremely domineering and vicious. Once they break out, the powerful resentment will cause people to lose their souls directly. Those with insufficient cultivation will even have their souls sucked out and devoured by its roaring sound.
Qian Xunji frowned lightly. It is extremely difficult for these resentful spirits to form. Once the resentful spirits are formed, they will burst out with extremely strong energy, using human souls as nutrients and constantly absorbing them. If one of these resentful spirits escapes, what will happen to the mainland? These are extremely serious disasters, and Wuhun City will turn into a dead place.
"Six major worshipers, one for each person, seal those resentful spirits to death. They must not be allowed to escape, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous!" Qian Xunji's face suddenly became serious and he ordered.
Hearing this, the six great ministers did not dare to hesitate and blocked the resentful spirits one by one.
"Hmph, run away, I have never thought of it that way!" The middle-aged man in black sneered. Suddenly, his body doubled in size. The rich blood color even made him look like he had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. , the terrifying blood surged outward, boiling out like waves.
"The sea of blood is boundless!" He roared sharply, and those resentful spirits seemed to have gained intelligence, opening their bloody mouths and attacking downwards.
The front of the Pope's Palace was stained with blood, but the contestants had already retreated. The only people present were the spirit masters with high spirit power levels, Tang San, and everyone from Shrek Academy.
"What...what is this?" Oscar trembled all over, his eyes looking at the scene in horror. He didn't understand why it suddenly became like this.
Tang San seemed to have no fear, and even had a strange smile on his face. Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun looked at this scene and smiled knowingly at the same time.
<divclass="contentadv">When Zhu Zhuqing saw the expressions on the faces of Tang San and the others, an ominous premonition suddenly flashed through his heart.
"You..." Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flashed with a strange color, and then he said slowly.
Oscar gradually realized something was wrong, "Boss Dai, Fatty, what's wrong with you?"
"Hmph, what's wrong? The end of the Wuhun Palace has come... Hahaha." Dai Mubai's eyes turned blood red. The original White Tiger Wuhun had now completely changed its appearance. His whole body was wrapped in blood, exuding a burst of blood. With the evil aura, it was obvious that Dai Mubai had become a fallen soul master.
As for Ma Hongjun on the side, this is even more true. His martial soul is originally an evil fire phoenix. The martial soul is born with a trace of evil nature. If it is not controlled, it will naturally become an evil soul master.
And Tang Hao just accelerated the process.
When they competed in the Tiandou division, the Shrek team was seriously injured. If their injuries were based on their condition at that time, they would definitely not be able to participate in the next Soul Master Competition. When Tang Hao was treating Dai Mubai and Oscar who were seriously injured, he gave them the blood spring of the Holy Spirit Cult. This blood spring would gradually aggravate their evil nature and make them slowly degenerate.
After Dai Mubai lost the battle with Star Luo Royal Academy Davis, he took the initiative to find the Holy Spirit Cult and joined them. He wanted to become strong, he did not want to die, and he was unwilling to accept the fate of being imprisoned until death.
There is certainly no reason why the Holy Spirit Church does not welcome them.
Tang San had been watching the development of the matter with cold eyes. He did not stop Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun from falling, and even pushed them. Who knew that his father was already an evil soul master through and through, but he was right. The evil soul master has no prejudice. The Tang Sect is a sect that is both good and evil. What's more, after learning about the tragic incident of Haotian Sect being wiped out by Wuhun Palace, his dissatisfaction with Wuhun Palace has reached the extreme. Sooner or later, One day he will destroy Wuhun Palace and avenge his father.
"Big Sumeru Hammer!" Tang Hao roared angrily, and he jumped up. The hammer in his hand rose in the storm. The already huge hammer body seemed to have turned into a dark cloud, and it moved towards the huge hammer with the force of a dark cloud. He smashed the Pope's Palace heavily. He wanted to destroy the Pope's Palace and severely dampen the spirit of Wuhun Palace. After all, the Pope's Palace symbolized the supremacy of Wuhun Palace. If it is destroyed, it will definitely be a heavy blow to the prestige of Wuhun Palace.
Tang Hao's blood-red eyes were filled with madness, and the murderous aura in his body was almost solidified. He roared and quickly approached the Pope's Palace.
"Presumptuous!" A woman's soft drink sounded, with boundless majesty.
The next moment, endless black-red light suddenly appeared in front of the huge hammer that was rising in the storm. The light was dazzling and slowly condensed into a flower ten feet high. The stamens were black and red, with the outer end being black and the inner end being black. It is red in color and exudes a cold aura, giving people a feeling of being directly transported to the Netherworld.
Flower of the other shore.
It's Manyao who's back.
A beautiful figure slowly emerged, with cold eyes and a powerful aura exuding from her body.
"Another Titled Douluo?" The middle-aged man in black frowned, who is this?
