Chapter 215: Thousands of Souls, Secret Meeting
"Big Sun Golden Crow!"
A roar was heard in the mist.
Then, a ball of crimson flames smashed into the thick haze.
Wang Dapeng stood in the mist, with crimson flames boiling all over his body.
Around him, his former subordinates all turned into blue ghosts.
The faces of some of his subordinates had not completely disappeared, and they slowly approached him while shouting "Boss".
But these ghosts seemed to be afraid of the burning yang energy on his body, and they did not launch an attack.
Wang Dapeng raised his arms high, and a huge ball of flames gathered in his hands and rose into the air.
The fiery red beam shone into the deep mist, and the prototype of a golden crow could be seen faintly in the fireball.
Wang Dapeng shouted, and the huge fireball above his head instantly smashed into the ground with him as the center.
The endless sea of fire boiled up, representing the angry flames sweeping the thick fog around.
There was only a loud noise, like a golden crow hitting the sun, the earth cracked instantly, and flames spread all around.
Wang Dapeng walked out of the sea of fire, and the blue ghosts that had just gathered around him disappeared.
But Wang Dapeng's expression did not ease at all.
The thick fog that had just been dispersed by the fireball he released condensed again.
In the blink of an eye, he was lost in the thick fog again!
"Damn it, why doesn't that dead bald donkey take action?!"
Wang Dapeng cursed.
The bald donkey he was talking about was naturally another destructive existence in the team - the strange monk Wufa!
Although they were both destructive guardians, Wang Dapeng's fire ability specialized in destruction and destruction.
He did not have any outstanding attainments in spirit and soul.
When he noticed that the people around him disappeared, the men of Shenglonghui were also covered by these blue ghosts...
Wang Dapeng immediately knew that he was in a space similar to an illusion.
Although the existence inside could not threaten him who was strong, it would take some time for Wang Dapeng to break through the fog.
And the ability of Wufa was quite significant in targeting souls and illusions.
But until this time, the monk had not taken action, which made Wang Dapeng extremely annoyed.
However, at this moment, a figure suddenly walked out of the fog in front of him.
The flames on Wang Dapeng's arm suddenly burst out.
"Brother Peng, why are you so angry?"
A familiar face appeared in front of Wang Dapeng, which surprised Wang Dapeng:
"Lao Chen?!"
The man turned out to be one of his trusted subordinates!
Since several S-level capable subordinates around him died one after another, Shenglonghui's high-strength combat power was instantly lost by half.
The old Zhang in front of him was the new confidant he promoted.
Wang Dapeng was quite satisfied with Lao Zhang, his subordinate.
While he was capable, he was also good at managing the affairs of Shenglonghui.
Wang Dapeng even considered increasing the training efforts to make him the second-in-command of Shenglonghui.
"Why are you here?"
Wang Dapeng looked at his confidant with a scrutinizing look.
But he was not afraid of the Yangyan released from his body at all, as if this person was not transformed by those blue ghosts.
"Brother Peng, you see, you have done so many things for Yuhai on weekdays, not only did you not get any rewards, but you also carried a bad reputation..."
"Have those humans in Yuhai ever recognized your benefits?"
"Old Chen" walked slowly in front of Wang Dapeng, with a flattering smile on his face.
But what he said made Wang Dapeng's heart jump.
"What do you mean?!"
Although the person in front of him looked like Old Chen, his words were completely different from usual.
I saw that Old Chen was suddenly shrouded by a thick fog.
When the thick fog dissipated, Old Chen's figure had disappeared...
Instead, a mysterious man in a purple robe appeared in front of Wang Dapeng!
"Heterogeneous Religion!"
Wang Dapeng's eyes flashed with horror, and he suddenly threw out a ball of fire.
The fireball blasted towards the purple-robed man, but the latter floated up and dodged the attack.
The voice of "Old Chen" came out of his mouth:
"Has the Yuhai Base given you anything in these years?"
"Even Xiao Hanyan has always been that cold and aloof."
"Boss, don't you want to completely conquer her and make her kneel at your feet?"
Wang Dapeng's eyes were deep: "What have you been hiding here for so long? What on earth are you doing?"
"You humans are really troublesome. Let's make it clear that I am only responsible for delaying time..."
Just then, a childish voice suddenly came from behind Wang Dapeng.
I saw a puppet in the image of a prince slowly condensing in the mist behind him.
A pair of deep pupils stared straight at the two of them.
Just as Wang Dapeng was about to take action, the prince doll behind him suddenly said to the purple-robed man:
"In that case, tell him our plan!"
Hearing this, Wang Dapeng's eyes flashed with surprise.
——————
In a deep fog, a group of human-shaped blue ghosts surrounded a man in black and rushed to kill him!
Mu Qiu's face was indifferent, and he stretched out his left hand. The endless ice mist turned into a piece of ice mist.
Then, he spread his right palm and a ball of hot flames burst out.
Ice in the left hand, Xuanyan in the right palm!
The black clothes behind him fluttered, and the cold light and firelight set off Mu Qiu's handsome face.
In an instant, countless ghosts that rushed to kill were frozen into ice cubes.
And then, they were burned into ashes by the boundless fire from hell!
The embers dispersed, and Mu Qiu walked out of the thick fog, followed by the girl Yui Qi in a corseted long skirt.
Looking at the mist that had begun to condense again in front of him, Mu Qiu smiled lightly:
"Die'er, did you see it?"
Mu Qiu could sense that he was currently in a combination of some kind of illusion and space barrier.
The situation of others should be the same as him, trapped in the barrier formed by the fog.
A strange pink butterfly was entangled on his shoulder, and the girl's crisp voice came:
"These blue ghosts should be the souls condensed from the corpse!"
"The souls refined by the method of raising souls and refining souls should be the same level as us!"
"Oh? Destruction level?"
Mu Qiu tried to devour one of the blue ghosts, but found that these souls were scattered as if they were flying snow.
The butterfly on the shoulder suddenly flew to the ground and turned into a barefoot girl in a red dress:
Die'er shook her head and said.
"The opponent's real body should not be here, but just use the soul to stop us."
"Soul into thousands?"
Mu Qiu was amazed, this ability is really as incredible as the immortal novels.
