Dou Po: Lord of the Great Thousand

"Guyou, Guyou..."

"And the strong man he calls elder..."

"Also, the powerful person in the heaven realm who caused this fluctuation..."

Yinhai City, in a room in a remote place.

The woman in blue armor who had been pacing finally slowly stopped, but she was still muttering softly.

"Deacon Lan, what should we do?"

The middle-aged woman who was standing in the corner of the room and had been delayed for half a day before arriving here saw the woman in blue armor finally stop and couldn't help but ask.

"What to do?"

The woman known as Butler Lan frowned when she heard this, but she helplessly spread her hands and said: "We don't even have a Dou Zun, what can we do in the face of such a strong person? Moreover, although the name Gu You is

I have never heard of it, but the presence of such a powerful man in Yinhai City cannot be separated from the Soul Palace no matter how you think about it."

After finishing his words, Butler Lan asked again: "On that street today, before the two people from Soul Palace arrived, did you find any strange people?"

"Strange people..."

The middle-aged woman couldn't help but recall the words.

What happened during the day today was really too unexpected.

If the two of them from the Soul Palace had not taken people like them who were not even Douzong into consideration at that time, she might not even have been able to survive, let alone know the name Gu You.

However, after carefully recalling it, the middle-aged woman couldn't help but frown deeply, and said with some uncertainty: "It happened too suddenly at that time, but now that I think about it, when the two of them came to the Soul Palace,

Before, there was indeed a person in front of me who seemed to have disappeared..."

"Has it disappeared..."

Butler Lan nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this, his eyes becoming a little darker at this moment.

As the Yinhai City in the northern part of the Fighting Qi Continent, although there were many strong people in the past, it would never be like what it is today.

Faced with the strong men in the heavenly realm, they dare to come to the door so directly. The strength of the two people in the Soul Palace is absolutely unparalleled. Even the person who is called the elder by Gu You may be a strong fighting saint!

Fighting Saint...

Thinking that there might be a strong fighting saint coming to Yinhai City, Butler Lan suddenly became impatient.

"How much time is left until the Yin Spirit Mist dissipates?"

"Well...it won't be more than seven days at the latest." The middle-aged woman calculated in her mind for a moment and gave a time with great certainty.

"Seven days, seven days..."

Butler Lan murmured softly, and then a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, saying: "I can't wait any longer, we will go to sea directly tomorrow night!"

"Going to sea tomorrow? Mr. Deacon, is this too hasty? You must know that we stay in Yinhai City to wait..." The middle-aged woman was stunned at first when she heard this, and then said hurriedly.

Hearing this, Butler Lan shook his head and said: "It is still unknown whether the person we are waiting for will come to Yinhai City. The most important thing right now is to cross the Yinhai as soon as possible, otherwise..."

As she spoke, she sighed helplessly: "When the two powerful men from the Soul Palace appeared in Yinhai City at this time, they must have come for the Soul Cemetery. And when a Fighting Saint arrives at the Soul Cemetery, what changes will it bring?

, we all know it all too well!”

"That's...okay!"

The middle-aged woman opened her mouth, but finally sighed: "Then I will retreat and prepare to go to sea."

"Well, go ahead!"

Butler Lan nodded and signaled the middle-aged woman to leave. His body swayed slightly, and he slowly disappeared from the room like a ball of bubbles.

During the day, a strong Dou Sheng warrior had just overpowered Yinhai City, and the room she was in now was no longer so safe.

Although the middle-aged woman stayed in the market of Yinhai City for half a day before coming to her, and although the people in the Soul Palace did not seem to pay too much attention to the people who appeared on that street during the day,

But she still didn't dare to stay here for too long.

With the departure of Butler Lan, the room fell completely silent at this moment.

Under the hazy moonlight in Yinhai City, there is a more eerie feeling of peace.

…

In the depths of the void, as time passed, Tang Ling, who was like a dead tree, finally slowly began to experience a wave of aura in his body. Then, Tang Ling's body, which had been flowing with the space, disappeared from the depths of the void in the blink of an eye.

Lost traces.

Outside Yinhai City, thousands of miles away from Yinhai City, on the black sea surface, a space crack that was about ten feet long suddenly tore open.

The next moment, Tang Ling, shrouded in a black robe, slowly stepped out of the crack in space.

Standing in mid-air, he glanced to the north and saw what appeared at the end of his field of vision, like black fog rolling from sky to earth. Tang Ling let out a long sigh of relief. A pair of ice-blue eyes also looked towards the sky at this moment.

Looking in the direction of Yinhai City.

There is a half-saint and a real fighting saint. If he hadn't tried his best to fake his own death in the depths of the void the moment he sensed the latter's soul, I'm afraid he would really have died in Yinhai City today.

Already.

"Soul Palace, you really are still haunted!"

The gloomy fluctuations that made him feel extremely familiar, as well as the sinister spirit carried in the soul of the Fighting Saint, for Tang Ling, both revealed their identities to him.

However, just because he knew the origins of the two of them, his heart became even heavier.

A few years ago, those who planned to go to the far north to explore were just two low-level heroes, Pu Qing and Qin Tian.

Low-level Dou Zun and Semi-Saint?

In just a few years, why did the strength gap between the two lineups become so big?

There are not many half-saints in the Soul Palace. The Three Heavenly Lords who were able to break through to the semi-saints in the future were killed by Patriarch Huoyun. At this time, there was only one remaining half-saint in the Soul Palace, and that was Ertian Zun Guyou.

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As for the Dou Sheng strongman he sensed, although Tang Ling had some guesses in his mind, he was still not 100% sure given the lack of conditions.

But even so, this trip to the far north means that the enemy he has to face is far stronger than ever before!

With his current strength as a six-star Dou Zun, he could barely match the level three Dou Zun masters with all his methods. Wanting to face a Half-Saint was simply a dream.

"It seems that it is impossible to wait until the black fog dissipates and follow others to the Soul Cemetery..." Tang Ling shook his head helplessly, and silently withdrew his gaze towards Yinhai City.

Although he was not exposed, it would be extremely difficult for a strong Fighting Saint master to remember his soul fluctuations and then try to disguise it in front of him!

However, as he looked at the black mist at the end of his sight, he felt equally helpless.

How could it be so easy to deal with the black mist that trapped him in Yinhai City for a month and could only wait for the black mist to dissipate?

However, right now he has no other good solution.

In any case, facing a black mist that may be a dead thing is much easier than facing a Fighting Saint and a Half-Saint.

"call!"

Having made up his mind, Tang Ling stopped delaying and flew towards the black mist at the end of his field of vision.

After hiding in the depths of the void for a day, the temperature near Yinhai City can be clearly felt to have dropped a lot. It seems that there is not much time left before the black mist dissipates.

Now that he can save some time, he can enter the Soul Cemetery earlier. As long as he enters the Soul Cemetery, relying on Xuantian Ice Wheel's soul power, Tang Ling can face the strong Dou Sheng, even if he loses.

You can have some means to entangle. Instead of being helpless like now!

The footsteps of Dou Zun, a strong man, were so fast. Although Tang Ling did not dare to tear apart the space too much and move forward on the Yin Sea, the black mist that was thousands of miles away appeared in a short time.

In front of Tang Ling.

As he got closer to the black mist, Tang Ling became more and more shocked.

Perhaps because the temperature turned colder, he could clearly feel that the billowing black mist in front of him was shrinking deeper step by step.

One foot, ten feet, one hundred feet...

In just a few breaths, it revealed all the nearby sea areas, and the black mist that seemed to be the darkest in the world was constantly expanding and contracting like the alveoli of animals.

The black mist connects Bixiao at the top and Cangyuan at the bottom. The astonishing sea of ​​black mist that can't be seen to the end makes people's scalp numb and frightened when they look at it. In Tang Ling's soul perception, it is like life in front of his eyes.

The black mist is an empty nothingness.

"What the hell is this?"

Tang Ling kept a distance of three feet from the black mist. As the black mist shrank, he moved forward step by step. His eyes looked at the black mist in front of him with a rare blankness.

Before seeing the black weapon with his own eyes, he had always thought that the black mist was caused by the power of the Yin Spirit in the Soul Cemetery. But when he saw and felt it with his own eyes, he realized that the black mist might be related to

The power of Yin spirits cannot be separated, but it is definitely something much more difficult to deal with than the power of Yin spirits.

What's more, at this time, even he was not sure whether this black mist was a scene caused by some kind of life.

Just like the Kunpeng in the Great Thousand, the changes in the heaven and earth caused by the place where its body is located will never be much smaller than the black mist in the Yin Sea.

With this thought in his mind, Tang Ling flicked his right hand slightly, and a streak of Xuantian ice flame emerged from his fingertips.

After a few breaths, as the fingerprints on his hands changed and moved, the Xuantian Ice Flame on his fingertips turned into a large flame net composed of pale fire threads.

At the same time, seeing the white fire net taking shape, Tang Ling stared at the black mist in front of him, gritted his teeth secretly, and waved the white fire net with his right hand to cover the black mist.

"Kacha kacha..."

The moment the white fire net came into contact with the black mist, the extreme chill bred in the former immediately burst out.

The pale fire net completely turned into a raging flame in the first moment, condensing the dense cold air inside it into a void of ice with a radius of more than ten feet in the space in front of Tang Ling.

The black mist seemed to have a natural fear of cold air. The moment it came into contact with the white fire net, it was like frost under the scorching sun, and it instantly withdrew thousands of feet away.

"Huh?"

Seeing this scene, Tang Ling's eyes shrank, and he didn't even want to think about the fact that the soul imprint on Xuantian's ice flame was erased when it came into contact with the black mist.

As he could see, if the white fire net hadn't been under his control and contained all the cold energy in it, it would have been difficult to even touch the black mist.

"This...is definitely something formed by the power of Yin spirits?"

Tang Ling was full of doubts. He had never heard that the power of Yin spirits showed fear of cold air. Moreover, the difficulty he expected did not show up at all.

The black mist in front of me seemed to be naturally restrained by the cold air, with no power to resist it at all.

However, the more this happened, the more Tang Ling did not dare to relax.

Since ancient times, there have been so many strong men in Yinhai City. Even if there are few strong men with ice attributes, there will still be one in this city.

If the cold air really has such a strong restraint on the black mist, then you won’t have to wait until every winter to go to the Soul Cemetery.

There must be something important that he forgot for a while!

Thinking in his mind, Tang Ling glanced left and right. The entire black mist was like a well-trained army, shrinking towards the north step by step at an absolutely stable and neat speed.

This scene made his heart skip a beat, and his body moved. Instead of moving forward, he turned around and flew to his left.

It flew thousands of miles, then turned around and flew back to the original place, and then flew thousands of miles to the right.

In this way, circling around the edge of the black mist, the light in Tang Ling's eyes became brighter and brighter, and a guess became clearer and clearer in his mind.

But at this moment, dozens of miles behind him, there was a spaceship flying towards his location.

Sensing the movement behind him, Tang Ling's eyes narrowed, and when he turned around and looked back, his whole person slowly disappeared in mid-air.

The spaceship, or the people on it, obviously didn't notice Tang Ling's presence. Although it wasn't flying very fast, it was moving in its original direction at an extremely stable speed.

After burning the incense, when the spaceship caught up with the slowly receding black fog, Tang Ling, who was hiding in the darkness, could clearly see the figure on the spacecraft.

Two women stood on the bow of the spaceship, one in front and one behind, seemingly serving as master and assistant. The woman behind looked almost middle-aged, but her strength was only at the peak of Dou Huang.

The woman in front of the middle-aged woman is quite strong, and she is actually half as strong as a Dou Zun. However, she is clearly a woman, but her whole body is covered by a thick layer of blue heavy armor.

Tang Ling's eyes stayed on the blue-armored woman for a long time.

For some reason, he always felt that the woman in blue armor in front of him gave him a feeling of déjà vu...