Dou Po: Lord of the Great Thousand

Soul cemetery.

There was still no trace of sunlight, and the muddy swampy wetlands exuded a damp, moldy smell.

Hun Mie Sheng, who was dressed in black robe, exerted a slight force on his right hand, and the semi-holy evil spirit caught in his hand was completely turned into fly ash. The original soul power that supported all the evil spirit was passed through as if it were an illusion.

After passing through Hunjuisheng's hand, it slowly sank into the withered muddy ground beneath his feet.

"Still not working!"

Seeing this scene, Hun Mie Sheng sighed in disappointment and asked aloud: "Master Xuwu, you are well-informed, do you know the details of this soul cemetery?"

This is not the first time he has taken action against these evil spirits, but these evil spirits are as weak as Dou Zong and as strong as the Half-Saint he just crushed to death. All the original soul power seems not to be real. No matter how he tries, he can't do it.

Grab it in your hands.

The original soul power of the Semi-Saint Evil Spirit, even if it is only a small amount, is not comparable to that of an ordinary Dou Zun.

With the huge number of evil spirits in the Soul Cemetery, Hun Mie Sheng cannot imagine how powerful it would be if all the original soul power of the evil spirits in this place were captured.

I'm afraid they don't have to search for souls all over the world to help Wuwu Yanyan break through to the imperial realm.

"This is also my first time to come to this Soul Cemetery. Compared to you, I don't know much."

A black flame slowly emerged on Hun Miesheng's shoulder, and then twisted into a black human face. The eyes on the human face were beating with blazing black flames, but they were full of confusion.

"You don't even know?" He was shocked and confused.

From his understanding, the Void Swallowing Flame has existed for so long that even their clan leader cannot compare with it. Not to mention that as the only Void Swallowing Flame in the world, it must have existed for a longer time before.

time.

"Um……"

The black human face transformed by the Void Swallowing Flame nodded affirmatively.

He didn't know anything about this soul cemetery. But his intuition vaguely told him that there was a threat that could make him fatal.

"We have found the location where Hun Miesheng and Hun You died. Since these original soul powers cannot be collected, it is better to leave here as soon as possible!"

Hearing this, although Hun Mie Sheng still wanted to go to the depths of the Soul Cemetery to have a look, now that Void Tunyan had spoken, he did not dare to have any dissatisfaction. He quickly nodded in agreement.

Nearly three months have passed since they arrived from Zhongzhou to this far north.

If you calculate it carefully, the winter time is almost over.

If the dark fog that could swallow up the soul's perception blocked the way they came, he couldn't guarantee that the two of them could pass through the black fog smoothly.

In order not to stay in this weird place for a year, his desire to explore the core of the cemetery became even weaker.

Under this circumstance, the two of them bypassed the core area of ​​the Soul Cemetery and soon walked out of the Soul Cemetery and arrived on the boundless sea of ​​ice.

However, when he arrived at the place where the ice peak sank in the far north, Hun Suisheng's face became visibly gloomy.

"These fish that slipped through the net escaped really decisively!"

Void Swallowing Flame ignored Soul Destruction, and the black face twisted again, gradually turning into a figure wearing a black cloak.

He took a few steps forward and stood in the air above the sunken ice peak. The ten fingers of his two illusory flame palms were imprinted. After rapidly changing in front of him dozens of times, a black electric light suddenly shot up from the ice sea below.

"Whoosh!"

Reaching out to catch the black electric light, Wuwu Tunyan grinned stiffly at the corners of his mouth. He turned back to look at the somewhat surprised Hun Suisheng and said, "Chasing to the west, the winter has come to an end, and the Yin Spirit Black Mist is about to return. They can't run away."

of."

"good!"

Hun Mie Sheng nodded, and did not ask who left the black lightning. He just flashed his body and rushed towards the west.

Seeing this, Wuwu Swallowing Flame smiled, and the illusory figure seemed to be fluttering in the wind, slowly dissipating like soot, leaving only a sinister laugh.

"Ice tribe, it's really been a long time since we saw you..."

At the same time, in the dark mist of Yin Spirit in the west.

Bingshu held the map Tang Ling gave her in her hand.

Above it, the Gama Empire, the Netherworld Swamp...

Bingshu's gaze traveled westward on the map, sweeping past the Netherworld Swamp, past a mountain range dyed ink, and finally stopped at a mysterious blue area.

"The Ancient Glacier Road..."

As a descendant of the Ice Tribe, she naturally knows the location of the Ancient Glacier Road.

After two exchanges with Bai Li and Tang Ling, she had a general understanding of what was happening in the Binghe lineage.

The betrayal in the Glacier River Valley only made her feel less disturbed. Other than that, it did not cause any disturbance.

Her eyes stayed on the Glacier Ancient Road for a long time. Bingshu slowly put away the map in her hand and silently looked back in the direction she came from.

More than two months have passed, and where they are now, the Yin Ling Black Mist is already showing signs of moving. And judging from the time, spring seems to be coming.

"At this time, the people from the Soul Clan should have found the destroyed station, right?"

Thinking of this, Bingshu's mind moved, and a sound transmission reached the ears of Lan Ji, who was in charge of the ship's sailing direction.

"Lanti, change direction, let's head north."

There are not a few tribesmen in the Far North who know how to pass through the Yin Spirit Black Mist.

Since it was certain that there was a traitor in the clan, how could Bingshu and Tang Ling fail to consider the movements that the traitor would secretly leave to the soul clan members, as well as the most important method of traveling through the dark mist of the Yin Spirit.

At this time, in the control room of the flying boat, among the more than ten people who were injecting energy into the ship, Lan Ji, who was obviously the leader, was slightly startled, then opened her eyes and said quickly: "Elder Bingshu ordered that the flying boat turn to the north!"

Hearing this, several other people looked at each other in astonishment, but no one expressed doubts.

Over the years, Lan Ji's status in the clan has become more and more prominent. After the clan moved to relocate, the former has become the person in front of Elder Bingshu.

To change the direction of the flying boat, without the summons from Elder Bingshu, Lan Ji would not have dared to make the decision privately. Is it true that no one would notice the changing direction of the flying boat?

At the same time, Bingshu, who was on the bow of the ship, felt that the airship under her feet had slowly turned, and in a flash she was rising from the airship.

Light flashed in her hand, and an ice-blue formation disk appeared in her hand. At the same time, Bingshu touched her eyebrows with her left hand, and a stream of soul power was drawn out by her, pouring straight into the formation disk in front of her.

The next moment, as an icy blue light shield formed that enveloped the entire spaceship, Bingshu's voice reached the ears of everyone in the fleet.

"All tribesmen are not allowed to move without permission. Anyone who disobeys the order will be punished as a traitor to the tribe!"

As soon as the words fell, the clan members in the entire fleet made a slight noise, but soon, these noises slowly subsided along with Bingshu's reputation in the Far North for nearly a thousand years.

However, in a very luxurious cabin on the first flying boat, a middle-aged man who looked no more than forty years old sighed leisurely, retracted his raised palm, and slowly placed it on the table.

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"It seems that Bingshu has known about our existence for a long time..."

Opposite the middle-aged man, a beautiful woman in her thirties frowned slightly, and while speaking softly, she showed a delicate expression that made the man feel extremely distressed.

"Is there any news about the clan leader that Bingshu mentioned that day?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice. He seemed to have never seen the woman's endearing look.

"Hmph, are you sure the patriarch she mentioned really exists?" The beautiful woman sneered twice, her words filled with disdain for Bingshu.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man frowned and pondered for a long time before speaking: "It should be true. According to that boy Ling Mi's plan, the people from the Soul Clan should arrive when winter comes. But the fact is that

, no one from the Soul Clan has arrived, Ling Mi’s whereabouts are unknown, and the whole clan is migrating to the west. Oh, no, we are no longer going west now. Bingshu has already made a perfect response to us..."

"This bitch is still so difficult to deal with!" After hearing the middle-aged man's words, the beautiful woman cursed in a fierce voice and asked, "Can you feel the direction we are moving in now?"

"it's useless……"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "Not to mention that we can't send messages to the outside world now. Even if we can send messages, with the array in Bingshu's hand, I can't sense any spatial direction at all."

After he finished speaking, he sighed softly again: "After so many years, Bingshu has always been like an iron man, and there has never been any slack or omission."

"Then...then what should we do?" the beautiful woman asked.

"Wait!" The middle-aged man relaxed completely at this time, raised his hand to pick up the teapot on the side, and leisurely poured a cup of tea for him and the beautiful woman, "Wait until Bingshu takes us to the final destination.

, when Bingshu can no longer suppress her strength and breaks through in retreat, then we will have another chance to take action."

The beautiful woman frowned and said, "I can't wait for more than a thousand years, but I'm afraid the Soul Clan won't give us too much time."

"hehe……"

The middle-aged man chuckled lightly when he heard this, raised his hand and tapped the tip of the beautiful woman's nose, and said: "You, you underestimate us and the Ice Tribe too much."

"What do you mean?" the beautiful woman asked in confusion.

"Now is not the time to talk about this. Let's enjoy tea. This is the good tea brought from the Xuanbing Realm back then." The middle-aged man shook his head and did not talk more about this topic.

Bingshu, who used the formation to wrap up the entire airship, could not control all the movements on the airship, but if they kept talking like this, Bingshu would be aware of it sooner or later.

It's better to keep these things in your stomach for the time being.

I just wonder when they will arrive at the new place of residence that Bingshu found?

…

In the dark mist of Yinling, Lan Ji could no longer remember how many times the fleet had changed direction.

In one year, the team that instills fighting spirit into Feizhou has changed more than ten times, not to mention Bingshu's change of direction every few days. With the existence of the formation that envelopes the entire fleet, those of them who control the ship

, we can only change the direction based on experience and Bingshu's orders.

Today, one year later, the entire fleet is currently thinking about where to move. I am afraid no one except Bingshu knows.

And a year later, in the depths of the boundless ice sea, in a trap of the third ring formation, Tang Ling, sitting cross-legged in mid-air, slowly opened his eyes.

He closed his eyes in this trapped formation for more than a month. As his eyes opened, pale spiritual seals flashed out from between his eyebrows, and then inserted into the void in this trapped array one after another.

among.

Immediately, the originally peaceful trapped formation suddenly became turbulent.

There were streaks of lightning and thunder, and balls of blazing flames and strong winds that were like the end of the world, sweeping toward him like the end of the world.

Seeing this scene, there was no trace of panic on Tang Ling's face. Instead, his eyes were filled with water-like clarity, and his ice-blue eyes were like moist ice crystals.

However, at this time, his hands condensed a series of seals, pulling the pale spiritual seals that submerged into the void, and once again formed a new formation in the trapped formation.

Immediately, an invisible ripple emanated from the new spiritual formation, completely blocking out the apocalyptic scene.

Suddenly, in the new spiritual formation, a rising sun as red as blood appeared out of thin air. As thousands of rays of light illuminated the entire trapped formation, the formation that had trapped Tang Ling for more than a month immediately collapsed.

"Crash..."

The sound of ice flowing in the void made Tang Ling's hands pause for a moment, and his eyes subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

However, where the sight is, there are still mountains of ice giant peaks, and in the valleys where the ice peaks are connected, icemen frozen by the ice can be seen from time to time.

Seeing the very familiar scene over the past year, Tang Ling was confused and asked softly: "Xuan Tian, ​​was there the sound of ice flowing just now?"

"That's right! There was indeed the sound of ice flowing. However, this is not the time to care about this now. Aren't you excited and excited that you can break this master-level trap with your formation?" Xuan Tian

Binglun first answered Tang Ling affirmatively, but then asked in surprise.

"So what if I use the formation to break the formation? I still haven't taken this step?" Tang Ling stood up slowly. After hearing this, he raised his hand and gently flicked the non-existent dust on his clothes. There was no melancholy in his voice.

and loss.

However, after hearing Tang Ling's words, Xuantian Binglun laughed angrily: "In one year, from the high level of human character to the current high level of heaven, you are only one step away from the master level.

Even if I laugh out loud, I won't bother talking about you."

"Ahem... I'm just a high-level Heavenly Grader. If I'm on Dou Qi Continent, I can only deal with high-level Half-Saints. I'm still far behind..."

Tang Ling coughed a few times, but the joy in his eyes could no longer be concealed.