Chapter 153 The strongest soul king? The strongest pot king!

(Two more chapters will be updated tonight, so today is still the fourth update, brothers! Tell me if you enjoyed the plot this time?)

Mingdou Mountains, in mid-air.

The strongest soul king, the Messenger of Death, has already used up all his strength, and is about to spend all his soul power in the next life to provide energy for the flying soul guide on his body that is somewhat similar to Doraemon's bamboo dragonfly. .

This flying soul guide from the Sun and Moon Empire, designed by an unknown soul master, was the most valuable thing in his body.

And why do you say that the person who designed this flying soul guidance device is short-sighted? This is because this flying soul guidance device is indeed a bit similar to the bamboo dragonfly, that is, it needs to be fixed on the head with a specific bracket.

Although this saves a lot of material, it can easily tear off the head if it flies too fast.

However, the Death Messenger believed that this thing was worth every penny. The black market dealers from the Sun Moon Empire who were smuggling in the Mingdou Mountains were really not lying. The flying soul guide can really save lives at critical times!

"I received a tip before that the bloodthirsty demons were massacred by unknown forces. The Holy Cult asked me to be careful, but I didn't take it to heart. If I were transferred in advance, how could such a thing happen? But the Holy Cult Why hasn’t the master who came to help us evacuate to the Sun and Moon Empire come yet?”

The Death Messenger grumbled and stretched his neck hard. There was nothing he could do about it. His own weight, coupled with the fact that he was carrying two people, made his head feel like he was moving.

"No, that old man is too strong. If I fly so slowly, I will be dead if I am caught up!" The Death Messenger looked at the two hostages he was carrying, thought carefully, and lifted Ma Xiaotao out of mid-air. He threw it down directly.

"This kid has the White Tiger Spirit and should be related to that old man Dai Hao. If he is trained into a corpse slave, he should be greatly rewarded."

However, he didn't know that the woman with a hot figure whom he left behind was actually the person who was of greatest value to the Holy Spirit Cult.

There is no way, our strongest soul king has never gone to school, and does not know what the evil fire phoenix martial soul is, so he has no choice but to miss this opportunity to reach the sky in one step.

During the escape from the secret passage just now, the messenger of death did not forget to tap the button on the wall to detonate the explosives that had been buried.

This caused almost the entire tunnel in the cave to be blown down. The back-up plan he had laid out when he settled in the Mingdou Mountains and started running his lair finally came into play.

So what about the Titled Douluo? Isn't he being manipulated by my son of destiny?

When I reach this level of cultivation with the help of the Holy Cult, I will tie you to the soul cannon and use your body to set off fireworks in the sky!

After flying forward again for half a quarter of an hour, the Death Messenger's body suddenly shook, and then his body suddenly turned sharply.

"boom!"

A black and white fire lotus passed by him and exploded directly above his head. The fiery air waves made the figure of the Death Messenger flying in the air begin to sway like a candle in the wind, and he had no choice but to fall downwards.

After landing on the ground, the Death Messenger looked around in panic. The attack just now almost reached the Soul Emperor level of power. If he was hit directly, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

However, when he focused his eyes again, he found that there was a young man wearing black clothes standing next to him, and the young man was holding two chickens in his hands.

"You are the messenger of Death, right? That old Bangzi of Xuanzi really let you escape. Why did Ten Thousand Years Shrek come up with such a Sabi thing?"

After hearing the words of the young man in black in front of him, the expression of the messenger of death suddenly changed. However, when he saw the two white soul rings that were moving slightly on the young man in front of him, he suddenly froze.

"Great Soul Master?!" The Death Messenger said with a shocked look on his face.

While running earlier, the cloak on his head had been lifted off, revealing a skull-like face. His face seemed to be covered only by a skin, and his eyes, which were glowing with light green, were full of shock.

There was no way I couldn't help but be shocked. Why did the great soul master dare to block the way of him, the soul king? Are you a flat-headed brother? Do you want to have sex with everyone you meet?

Also, who sent out the attack just now? Is there another powerful person hiding here?

Thinking of this, the Death Messenger couldn't help but scan the surroundings carefully, but he didn't find anything.

The hands of the young man in front of him suddenly emitted ice-blue light, and the two Kunkuns that were still struggling in his hands were frozen into ice sculptures and thrown aside.

"Every evil soul master is a great being. I am the spokesperson of Death and the messenger of Death. You are obviously young, how dare you pretend to be a ghost in front of this messenger?" The messenger of Death was not sure about the depth of the young man in front of him. At this time, he was also I had no intention of taking action at all, I just wanted to scare him with words.

And he didn't forget that there was a Titled Douluo chasing him behind him. Now he just wanted to escape for his life and didn't want to get too entangled with the young man.

However, the young man in black smiled faintly and walked towards him slowly step by step. And although his cultivation seemed to be that of a great soul master, the Death Messenger felt the threat of death in him.

"You, I warn you not to come over, otherwise I will kill him!" The messenger of death took out a black short knife filled with evil spirits from behind, and the blade was pointed directly at Dai Yaoheng's neck.

However, suddenly, he saw a colorful flame erupting from the eyes of the young man in front of him. And then, a sharp pain like a needle suddenly appeared in his mind, and his thinking stopped for an instant.

When he regained his consciousness again, he found that Dai Yueheng, who was held hostage by him, had lost both legs. However, the wound of his broken leg was covered with a thin layer of ice, which stopped the blood from gushing out.

"You, you actually..." The messenger of death stared blankly at everything in front of him, with a sense of panic filling his heart.

"As expected of the evil spirit master and the messenger of death, he acted so unscrupulously that he actually cut off the legs of White Tiger Duke Dai Hao's biological son. It was a heinous crime." The young man in black smiled faintly.

"No, it's obviously you, not me."

The death messenger's expression changed sharply, and he was about to say something. However, the figure of the young man in front of him flickered again, and then he found that he could see the ground under his feet from a close distance.

"You are the first one on this continent who allows me to use the twelfth level of Tianluo Jue. Go with peace of mind." The young man in black looked at the headless corpse in front of him and the head that fell on the ground. , said lightly.

The most powerful soul king of the generation, the Death Messenger, once again followed the destiny and died at the hands of another Guabi who was even more defiant than him, Huo Yuhao.

The blood flowing from the corpse of the Death Messenger was not bright red, but black with a rancid smell. The blood spread across the ground, and the surrounding vegetation withered instantly. Even his own body contained a large amount of corpse poison.

After a while, even his own corpse began to be corrupted by the poisonous blood, which showed that the power of the corpse poison could almost seal his throat with blood.

"Messenger of Death? How ridiculous. A corpse witch who has just touched the edge of necromancy and sacrificed his own flesh and blood, is he worthy of being called the messenger of Death? The ability of Death is to purify, not to summon souls and corpses. He has become a It’s really ridiculous that even though he’s not even a lich, he still dares to speak so brazenly.”

While listening to Yi Lao's thoughts in the sea of ​​spirit, Huo Yuhao sprinkled the black poisonous blood taken from the corpse of the messenger of death on Dai Yueheng's broken leg wound and the two broken thighs.

The two broken legs that fell on the ground were poured with the poisonous blood containing countless corpse poisons, and were immediately corrupted into black blood mud. After the wound on Dai Yueheng's broken leg was slightly corroded by the corpse poison, it was sealed again by Huo Yuhao.

After all, there is still a good show to be performed next!

After all the small tricks used to frame the situation were dealt with, Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea also heard Yao Lao's reminder.

"Yuhao, here comes the guy who loves to eat chicken legs!"