Douluo ice demon Yuhao

Everyone's eyes are focused on the center of the soul fighting arena, especially the gamblers who have bet huge sums of money on the ring master.

The odds of the champion were very low, but in view of his two consecutive crushing victories and his trust in the Xishui League, the vast majority of gamblers bet on the champion of the Xishui League to win.

Of course, some people choose to bet on the mysterious challenger. Although they know nothing about both sides of the battle, high odds mean high risks and high rewards.

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The handicap of this underground soul fighting competition is completely different from that of the casinos where the soul fighting competition is held every five years. The gamblers here don’t know the players on the field at all. They don’t know where they come from, what their abilities are, or even their names.

Do not know at all.

Perhaps even the contestants decide to fight on the spur of the moment, and guessing the outcome depends entirely on luck. This is the characteristic of underground fighting.

But these gamblers dare to invest most of their gold soul coins into the black hole of the handicap for the profits they think they have in their pockets.

At this moment, the gamblers who had bet heavily on the champion looked at the two people in the center of the spirit fighting arena with their bloody eyes.

Noticing at least two hundred malicious glances around him, Huo Yuhao looked around the outside of the venue coldly with his sunglasses-covered eyes.

The dull coercion from the Soul Emperor radiated from his body to the surroundings, and he could feel those eyes looking away in fear.

Huo Yuhao then looked back at the young evil soul master he was holding in his hand.

The martial soul of this evil soul master is a will-o'-the-wisp. Different from the ordinary high-temperature burning flames, his green will-o'-the-wisp does not have the characteristics of high temperature, but exudes a cold air.

The concentrated energy destruction cannon he used just now had a ghostly aura of will-o'-the-wisp, which was extremely evil.

But neither the will-o'-the-wisp nor the destruction cannon could harm Huo Yuhao at all.

Although evil soul masters can quickly level up through killing, this young evil soul master's strength mainly comes from his evil abilities and soul teacher talent, both of which were completely crushed in front of Huo Yuhao.

In the most primitive and direct physical conflict, his left leg was instantly disabled.

Huo Yuhao slowly stepped back on the ground with his right foot, looked up at the Dark Thunder Douluo in the sky, and said coldly:

"Does the Xishui Alliance want to interfere in the soul fighting competition?"

He was not only questioning, but also carefully observing Ming Lei Douluo's reaction.

Netherworld Thunder Douluo's original intention to stop the competition stopped, and instead looked at the center of the spirit fighting arena with excited eyes.

Huo Yuhao narrowed his eyes. Dark Thunder Douluo must have been shocked by the existence of undead magic.

Gray flames ignited from his right hand and soon engulfed the head of the young evil soul master.

The young evil soul master's body was shaking violently in the air, and the fear from the depths of his soul had made him forget the pain in his left leg.

That gray flame was much more advanced than his will-o'-the-wisp.

The young evil soul master didn't know why the defensive soul guide on his body was not triggered. He was so shocked by the soul impact that he had a splitting headache. He gathered all his soul power and tried to use his sixth most powerful soul skill - Ghost Fire Burning Body.

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The green flames on his body became more intense, covering his entire body, and the cold evil energy rushed straight towards Huo Yuhao.

But Huo Yuhao didn't move at all. The right arm that was holding the young evil soul master's face was stretched straight. The gray flames on it were beating slightly, and all the green flames that came into contact with the gray flames were extinguished.

"Uhhhhh-"

A roar was forced out of the young evil soul master's throat.

The triple pain of body, spirit, and soul worked together on him, giving him a feeling close to despair.

But that wasn't what made him most desperate.

"Am I going to die here today?"

He looked at Huo Yuhao tremblingly. Under the latter's dark sunglasses, there was a pair of gray eyes filled with deathly silence.

Just when the young evil soul master thought he was about to die, a familiar strong figure appeared above the underground soul fighting arena.

It is the teacher of the young evil soul master, Netherworld Thunder Douluo.

"Teacher...save...me..."

The joy of being able to survive instantly rose in his heart, and the young evil soul master struggled to stretch out his trembling right hand towards the Dark Thunder Douluo in the air.

As long as the teacher takes action, I can be saved. I want to make this guy's life worse than death!

Suddenly, he felt that time had slowed down, and the speed at which the gray flames were eating away at his soul had also slowed down. Along with it was the pain that was extended several times longer.

The joy in his eyes disappeared because he saw an emotion called fanaticism in Ming Lei Douluo's eyes.

Dark Thunder Douluo did not even think about saving him from Huo Yuhao, but seemed to be obsessed with Huo Yuhao's magical ability and did not care about his student's life or death.

The young evil soul master tried his best to send out his last desperate cry for help:

"Old...teacher...save...me...ah..."

It wasn't until the green flames on the young evil soul master's body were almost extinguished that Netherworld Thunder Douluo came back to his senses and shouted: "Stop."

But it was too late, the young evil soul master's body had been reduced to a pile of ashes surrounded by gray flames.

Huo Yuhao shook the "ashes" on his hand and looked coldly at Dark Thunder Douluo in the air: "I should have won, right?"

The entire underground soul fighting arena was silent. No one thought that the young evil soul master who was still alive and kicking just now would turn into ashes in an instant. Only the bloody broken leg on the ground in the distance showed that he had been in this world.

"He... what is that person's martial spirit?"

"Did he use any soul skills? Or used some soul guidance device?"

People speculated a lot.

Huo Yuhao looked at the Dark Thunder Douluo in the sky while checking his harvest.

The soul power of the young evil soul master was burned by the undead magic and slowly flowed into Huo Yuhao's body, absorbed by his Dantian, and transformed into a part of his own cultivation.

The soul power of an evil soul master and soul emperor brought Huo Yuhao a considerable improvement, which was worth his long-term training.

The rapid growth of cultivation brought strong satisfaction and excitement, as well as the greed that followed, which made Huo Yuhao sigh.

It is really difficult for people to resist this kind of temptation. In this world where strength is paramount, once you taste this taste once, it will be difficult to give it up in the future.

Just like the gamblers around me, once you taste the high profits brought by gambling, it is difficult to go back to your diligent and down-to-earth work.

Huo Yuhao deliberately chose to use the form of "flame" to express his undead magic. This special flame does not have high temperature, but uses this form to try to cover up his ultimate ice martial soul.

His true identity must not be exposed. Whenever he appears in this appearance from now on, he will not use his second martial spirit to avoid people being associated with his original identity through the ultimate ice.

Netherworld Thunder Douluo was brewing his emotions for a long time before saying calmly: "The mysterious challenger wins."

The staff in front of the handicap finally swallowed and mustered up the courage to say: "The challenger wins."

The gamblers around also came to their senses and repeated the scene that was indispensable after every game. The losers cursed and the winners were ecstatic.

But this time, those who lost the bet did not dare to curse too loudly. After all, this was still the territory of the Xishui League, and the people who were killed were the people of the Xishui League.

Everyone looked at Huo Yuhao in the center of the spirit fighting arena with fearful and curious eyes, wondering what Netherworld Thunder Douluo would do with him.

If someone from the Xishui League was killed on the territory of the Xishui League, would the Xishui League let him go so easily?

To everyone's surprise, Dark Thunder Douluo slowly fell into the soul fighting arena. Instead of asking for guilt, he walked up to Huo Yuhao and tried his best to cover up his excitement with a calm tone.

"If you win the title of Xishui Alliance, you will be eligible to receive rewards from Xishui Alliance."

Huo Yuhao smiled and said: "I killed you people from the Xishui Alliance, will you just stop there?"

"We in the Xishui Alliance are based on integrity. Underground fighting souls live and die according to fate. If you die, you will die. Just follow me."

After saying that, Dark Thunder Douluo walked towards the depths of the underground black market.

Huo Yuhao followed without fear, which was also his original purpose.

The figures of the two disappeared, leaving only the gamblers around the underground soul fighting arena. Soon, a new underground soul fighting competition will be held here.

Huo Yuhao followed Ming Lei Douluo to the depths of the underground black market, and found an extremely luxurious room filled with many kinds of extremely expensive rare metals.

Netherworld Thunder Douluo said solemnly: "Of all the rare metals, you can choose five types, each of which should not exceed 500 grams."

Huo Yuhao looked at the rare metal reserves on the table in surprise. Even he had to sigh at the financial resources of Xishui Alliance.

Moreover, Netherworld Thunder Douluo suddenly allowed him to choose five kinds of 500-gram rare metals, which seemed to have ulterior motives.

"Isn't the Xishui Alliance too generous? Did they get the reward wrong?" Huo Yuhao asked.

"Because you took these rare metals, you are a member of our Xishui Alliance." Dark Thunder Douluo suddenly rushed to Huo Yuhao excitedly, released his pressure, and shouted, "Tell me, what ability did you use just now?

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"You used that ability to easily kill my beloved disciple. Are you an evil soul master?"

Although his beloved disciple died, Underworld Thunder Douluo did not feel sad, and the flashes of regret in his heart were all covered up by joy and excitement.

No one can experience the terror of that mysterious power better than the Holy Spirit Sect. As the third elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, he easily recognized this mysterious power.

This is the ability to control and destroy souls. Even the leader and supreme leader have never been able to master it.

But this mysterious black-haired young man can dominate the souls of others with absolute power.

This must be the Holy Son of the Holy Religion, and I must bring him back to the Religion.

"Aren't you also an evil soul master?" Huo Yuhao did not admit it, but laughed ferociously and asked, "Not only are you an evil soul master, but your beloved disciple who was turned into ashes by me is also an evil soul master. The entire Xishui Alliance may be afraid

It was also founded by the evil soul master, right?"

Netherworld Thunder Douluo frowned and asked in a deep voice: "How do you know?"

"I can smell the stench of the evil soul master. You can't deceive me." Huo Yuhao said with a smile, "I'm here today just to cooperate with your Xishui Alliance."

As he spoke, two yellow, two purple, and two black soul rings lit up behind him, a total of six soul rings. Then, in Netherworld Thunder Douluo's shock, the six soul rings slowly disappeared and were replaced by a brand new gray soul ring.

"You have what I need here, and I have what you need."

Feeling the strong soul power coming from the gray soul ring, Dark Thunder Douluo's eyes lit up and he laughed: "No, it's not cooperation, you are the Holy Son we have been looking for. When the Holy Son comes, the Holy Religion will definitely flourish!"

Although a disciple died, he was replaced by a holy son.

"The Holy Emperor has a long life, and the Saint's grace will remain forever, hahaha——"

Huo Yuhao looked coldly at the laughing Dark Thunder Douluo, his eyes under his sunglasses were full of murderous intent.

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One day later.

A hotel only one kilometer away from the Sun and Moon Palace, a luxurious VIP room.

"Deputy leader, according to Lao San, he found the Holy Son for our sect. This is a great achievement."

An old man smiled and said to a woman wearing a black robe in the middle of the VIP room.

The woman known as the deputy leader wears a cloak and a veil on her face, revealing only a pair of blue-gray eyes.

She nodded slightly: "The Holy Lady has arrived, the Holy Son has arrived, and the Holy Religion will surely flourish."

As she spoke, she glanced at another woman next to her who was wearing a dark red dress and was called a saint.

The saint in a dark red dress seemed not to be interested in the coming saint and remained silent.

While everyone in the VIP room was talking, Huo Yuhao had also arrived at the hotel.

He followed Ming Lei Douluo to the VIP room, communicating with Tian Meng in his heart.

"Yuhao, have you really decided? I feel that there are many titled Douluo. If you see that the situation is not good, you can escape at any time..." Tianmeng said with some fear.

The Snow Emperor assessed the strength of the elders of the Holy Spirit Sect in his heart, and said: "There is only one Super Douluo, and Bing'er and I are enough to cover your return to the demiplane."

"This group of people from the Holy Spirit Sect will not do anything to me." Huo Yuhao said calmly, "There is no need to worry about my safety. I am worried about other things."

Ice Emperor asked: "Have you really decided?"

"Yes, for me, there seems to be no faster way to practice than the power of devouring souls." Huo Yuhao said, "I can't wait to destroy the Holy Spirit Cult. Next, I will start to hunt slowly.

The lonely evil soul master."

Ice Emperor said helplessly but gratifiedly: "You have found a good way to level up quickly. It's a pity that you didn't use it earlier."

Huo Yuhao sneered: "Oh, I never think that there is anything easy to earn from poor people's money. If you want to earn it, earn from rich people's money."

"Similarly, the same goes for soul power. If you want to swallow them, just swallow these evil soul masters with strong soul power."

Suddenly, he was stunned. During the mental detection, a familiar figure appeared.

His expression darkened, but he kept walking.

Underworld Thunder Douluo opened the door to the VIP room and said respectfully: "The Holy Son has arrived, see the deputy leader."

The deputy leader immediately stood up together with the other elders around him and clapped softly.

Huo Yuhao ignored them and kept focusing his mental detection on the familiar figure wearing a dark red dress.

He really didn't expect to meet an acquaintance within the Holy Spirit Church.

Unexpected and reasonable.

"It's really you, Ma Xiaotao."