Douluo ice demon Yuhao

To the east of Mingdu, Yueyang City.

This is a small city, located on the line between the Sun Moon Tianhun border and Mingdu. If you want to return to the Tianhun Empire, or use the Tianhun Empire to return to the Dou Ling Empire, Yueyang City is a must.

road.

At this moment, a group of people were doing simple shopping and resting in the city.

There are more than ten people in this group, most of them are under the age of twenty, and the only leader is a middle-aged leader.

Their mounts were all ten-year-old horse spirit beasts. Although they were not as good as the rare and valuable horned scale horses, they were still extremely good horses. It only took them two days to arrive at Yueyang City from Mingdu.

From Yueyang City, you can reach the border between the Sun Moon Empire and the Sky Soul Empire in three or four days by traveling eastward, and you can reach Tiandou City, the capital of the Sky Soul, in another seven or eight days.

The group of people did not stay too long in Yueyang City. After purchasing the necessary supplies in the store, they started back on their way home without stopping.

A group of young people under the age of twenty should have been high-spirited and high-spirited, but now they are all listless, sitting on the horse with their heads downcast.

They are a sect team participating in the Soul Master Elite Competition this time. They are called Tianyu Sect. They come from the Tianhun Empire and are a sect that has been passed down for thousands of years.

The strength of the contestants sent by Tianyu Sect is extremely good. The overall strength of the two soul kings, nine soul sects, the main team members and the reserve team members can compete in the top eight in the previous competition.

But unfortunately, in the first round, they were drawn against a stronger opponent and entered the first-round team with honor, and had to go home.

The middle-aged man who led the team was a Soul Saint. He reminded behind him in a deep voice: "Have the food, medicine and other supplies been replenished? Then let's get on the road as soon as possible and strive to return to the sect as soon as possible."

A young Soul King behind him asked: "Fourth Uncle, it's getting late. Why don't we spend the night in the city tonight? We have been traveling for two days in a row."

Soul Saint, whom he called his fourth uncle, raised his eyes and looked at the setting sun on the far side of the horizon, and said in an indifferent tone: "No, the election of a new sect leader is about to be held in the sect. There is no time to delay. The sect leader wants us to end the competition.

Then rush back to the sect immediately."

He looked back at the listless young people, sighed, tightened the horse rope in his hand, and softened his tone: "Everyone, please slow down a little."

More than a dozen young people behind Fourth Uncle also tightened their horse ropes, and more than a dozen well-trained horses slowed down at the same time, heading towards Yueyang City.

Once the traveling speed slowed down, the group of people could start talking on horseback.

The fourth uncle asked: "How is Yang'er's recovery from his injury?"

Another young soul king said: "Fourth uncle, it was just a minor injury in the first place, but I am almost healed now."

"Yeah." Fourth Uncle glanced coldly at the dejected young soul masters and scolded, "Cheer up and see what you look like now!"

"Just losing one game will destroy all your ambitions?"

As an elder, he knew very well why these young people in the sect were so depressed. After just two days of traveling, these soul masters with fourth and fifth ring cultivation levels would not feel so tired.

There is only one reason for their depression, and that is that when they participated in the first competition with full confidence, they did not even make it past the first round of knockout rounds and were directly eliminated.

As soon as Fourth Uncle opened his mouth, he ignited the dissatisfaction in the hearts of these young soul masters.

The young soul king from before said unwillingly: "But it's really just a little bit close. We can win the team battle."

The first time he spoke, others echoed him.

"Yes, if I hadn't been targeted by the opponent and ended up not even using my fifth soul skill, I would have definitely won the team battle."

"I was also careless. The light wave didn't hit the auxiliary on the other side."

"And I……"

Listening to the group of young people complaining one after another full of annoyance, the fourth uncle frowned, showed the majesty of an elder, and growled: "That's enough!"

The young soul masters of Tianyu Sect immediately stopped talking.

"If your skills are inferior to others, your skills are inferior to others. I am very dissatisfied with your performance on the field. What's the use of saying so much now."

The young soul masters lowered their heads one by one, looking ashamed.

The fourth uncle's tone softened again: "Since you know that your skills are not as good as others, then you should be aware of your shame and then be brave. Go back and practice hard."

A group of young people replied: "Yes."

During the chat, the Tianyu Sect and his party had already left Yueyang City. The buildings in the city could no longer be seen. There were only dense groves around them, and the night was approaching, making them look eerie.

Fourth Uncle's right eyelid twitched unconsciously, and he always felt that the surrounding environment was indescribably weird.

He often traveled at night, and he took the same route when he came to participate in the competition, but at that time he did not feel that this road was so gloomy. Even he, a strong man at the Soul Saint level, felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

The young Soul King suddenly remembered something and asked: "Fourth Uncle, Her Royal Highness the Princess met you in Mingdu earlier. What did she say at that time?"

The fourth uncle said casually: "It's nothing. It's just a routine condolence so that we don't have to be sad after losing the game. He said that we probably won't have the chance to come to Mingdu again in the future. We can stay in Mingdu for a few days and then go back to Tianhun.

It’s not too late, but we still have important matters within our sect, so I declined.”

"Mingdu..." the young soul king laughed bitterly, "I didn't expect that we would leave Mingdu like this. Before I came here, I even dreamed of playing against Shrek Academy on the field."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange laughter suddenly came from the surrounding woods.

"Since you miss Mingdu so much, don't leave in a hurry, just follow me back to Mingdu!"

The weird laughter, accompanied by ripple-like echoes, turned into a cold wind that swept through the woods. The woods that had been calm just now were suddenly filled with cold winds, and the branches and leaves were swaying.

For a moment, the sound of wind, forest sounds, and laughter were all mixed together, piercing the eardrums of every soul master in the Tianyu Sect like steel needles. Everyone in the Tianyu Sect changed their faces and their hairs stood on end.

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The Fourth Uncle Soul Saint suddenly became vigilant and quickly looked around. Only then did he realize that the strange feeling in his heart was not groundless.

As soon as he asked the question, there was a sudden jolt in his crotch, and he immediately jumped up high from the horse's back.

"hiss--"

Sharp horse cries continued to sound, and more than ten ten-year-old horse soul beast mounts raised their front legs at the same time, struggling continuously, as if they were disturbed by something, and then fell down one after another.

A group of young men from the Tianyu Sect also realized something was wrong and jumped off their horses at the same time. A moment later, these horse spirit beasts foamed at the mouth and all died.

The fourth uncle looked at the dead mount on the ground with a pale face. Behind him were two yellow, three purple, and two black soul rings, a total of seven soul rings flashing. He asked again: "Who is it?" A group of people from the Tianyu Sect also gathered around.

group, each releasing martial souls and soul rings.

No one responded to him, only the eerie laughter kept circling in the woods.

The fourth uncle's face became more and more ugly. Having already cultivated to Soul Saint level, he could not sense the other party's existence and soul power fluctuations at all, indicating that the other party's strength was far superior to his.

He folded his hands and saluted, and said solemnly: "I don't know your surname, but how did I offend you? Why did you attack and kill our mounts?"

The sinister laughter finally spoke, saying: "No offense, I just invite you to stay in Mingdu for a long time."

The fourth uncle said in a deep voice: "We have important matters to return to the Tianhun Empire. We cannot stay in Mingdu for a long time. We hope that you will forgive us."

He said with a sinister laugh: "Oh? Do you think I can come and leave whenever I want?"

After saying these words, the sinister laughter fell silent for a few breaths. Just when Fourth Uncle was about to continue asking, his eyes suddenly widened, he staggered, and fell straight backwards.

"Fourth Uncle!" The young soul masters of the Tianyu Sect exclaimed at the same time, and hurriedly stepped forward to check. The Fourth Uncle's facial expression was horrified, and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

The middle-aged man who was called Fourth Uncle was a powerful soul saint, but now he fell down without the ability to fight back without the opponent showing up, causing all the young soul masters to tremble at the same time.

Chill.

What level of existence is the owner of that voice?

In the woods, an old man was hanging on a big tree, leaning over and looking at the frightened Tianyu Sect group, with a smile on his face.

Judging from the fluctuations in his soul power, he is clearly a strong man at the Title Douluo level.

He is none other than Sandman Douluo, the eighth elder among the eight elders of the Holy Spirit Sect. He is an extremely rare spiritual soul master who is good at illusions.

His martial spirit is called Mo Mo, which is a kind of soul beast with very weak actual combat power but extremely strong illusion ability. Whether it is a soul master or an ordinary person, once he enters the dream demon state under his illusion attack, life and death will be at stake.

It's under his control.

At this moment, the leader of the Tianyu Sect was trapped in his dream demon and was at his mercy. Even a strong man at the Soul Saint level was no match for his dream demon's attack.

"It's a pity that I can't kill you directly with the Dream Demon, but I have to bring you back to the sect alive." Sandman Douluo showed a regretful expression.

The resentment of those who died in the Dream Demon is the best nourishment for him to improve his cultivation. The resentment of ordinary people is no longer helpful to his cultivation. He must have the resentment of a high-level soul master. Unfortunately, the leader now gives him

The order is to capture him alive.

Sandman Douluo waved to him casually: "Catch them alive, and remember to take medicine to dispel the soul power."

After saying that, two evil soul masters, soul saints, and five evil soul masters, soul emperors, sprang out from behind him and rushed towards the Tianyu Sect's group. It was not Sandman Douluo's turn to do such dirty work.

"I really hope the war comes soon." Sandman Douluo said to himself.

His cultivation level has been stuck at level 91 for many years. The further the evil soul master reaches, the more difficult it becomes to improve. He now desperately hopes that the war will come soon so that he can have enough resentment to advance to the next level.

Accompanied by gusts of dark wind, the evil soul master thugs had already rushed in front of the Tianyu Sect's group.

The two young soul kings headed by Tianyu Sect saw the sudden appearance of several evil soul masters and asked in surprise: "Who are you?"

An evil soul master, Soul Saint, had already arrived in front of the two soul kings, and laughed and said: "We are not anyone, we just want to invite you back to Mingdu as guests."

"Don't be afraid, I will be there soon."

"Hahaha……"

The two young soul kings were unable to fight back in front of him, and they were already held in his hands.

One of them was about to use his soul skills to resist, but suddenly he received a huge force on his abdomen. He retched and felt his head go blank.

The other young soul masters were also captured alive by several evil soul master thugs, without any resistance.

So strong, who are they?

Why arrest us?

Countless question marks rose in his mind, and he felt that his consciousness was about to fade away.

But the next second, the young soul king felt that the palm holding him had lost its strength. A pungent smell of blood suddenly brought his consciousness back to reality. His nostrils twitched violently, feeling that the source of this bloody smell was very far away from him.

It was close, so I looked up.

He saw that the head of the evil soul master and soul saint who was still clutching him just now had disappeared, and blood was gushing out.

The young soul king escaped from the control and felt his stomach was churning. He suppressed the desire to vomit and checked the condition of his companions. He saw that the evil soul masters had lost their heads, leaving only a headless body.

Corpse.

There was also an evil soul master who had a head, but his head was completely shattered and was held in the hand of an unknown tall and powerful man. The blood from his brain was mixed with the fragments of his head, and his original appearance was completely unrecognizable.

"vomit--"

Even the young people who had hunted soul beasts with their own hands had never seen such an exciting scene. They didn't care who the strange and powerful man was, and fell to the ground at the same time, vomiting.

Above the woods, Sandman Douluo was stunned, and his first reaction was to run away.

The strength of this strange and powerful man below has reached the level of a Titled Douluo, and he is not something he can deal with.

Although he is a Titled Douluo and an evil soul master, Sandman Douluo's own combat power is actually very weak due to his spiritual attribute, and he is no match for most Titled Douluo.

Although his dream demon is powerful, it has little effect on the Titled Douluo. The powerful Titled Douluo currently has very good mental strength, so his illusions will definitely not take effect.

If he saw such a powerful Titled Douluo in the sect, Sandman Douluo would tell the sect leader to keep his resentment to himself, but at this moment he had no other thoughts at all and just wanted to escape.

But soon, he no longer even thought about escaping, because a terrifying pressure came behind him without knowing when, and it stopped and looked at him quietly.

"It's so strong. This aura...is even more powerful than the leader's. No, it's about to catch up with the supreme leader..."

An emotion called fear arose in Sandman Douluo's heart for a long time, and he swallowed hard. He had a premonition that as long as he dared to escape now, the pressure would make him die without a burial place.

The titled Douluo below dropped the corpse of the evil soul master in his hand, jumped up, and flew in front of Sandman Douluo, saying: "Sect Master, we've dealt with everything."

Sandman Douluo knew that the person called the sect master was the master of coercion.

Du Buushi snorted coldly and cursed: "What? Don't you dare to look back at me?"

Only then did Sandman Douluo turn around tremblingly, recognizing the poisonous immortal, and saluted tremblingly: "It turns out to be the famous Noumenon Mian, what's the offense?"

Du Buushi laughed loudly and pointed to the Tianyu Sect group below: "Isn't this what they said to you just now?"

Sandman Douluo didn't dare to run away, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue: "I really don't know where I offended my body."

"Stop talking nonsense to me." Du Bushu slapped him in the face, "Our Noumenon Sect is now the protecting sect of the Sky Soul Empire. You dare to take action against my sect of the Sky Soul Empire, and you dare to ask why.

"

He didn't use any force with this palm, he just wanted to cripple Sandman Douluo, but when this slap was about to hit Sandman Douluo's left face, he was stopped by a purple-pink light shield that suddenly rose up.

"Huh?" Du Bu Shai frowned and actually recognized what it was, "Defense soul guide?"

Sandman Douluo's expression was extremely ugly. Although he blocked the poisonous palm, the ninth-level trigger-type defensive soul tool directly drained 50% of his soul power.

As a spiritual soul master with extremely weak actual combat effectiveness, he is naturally equipped with many soul guides.

"Hmph." The Noumenon Sect's titled Douluo snorted and raised his right arm. His martial spirit was in his right hand, and he was extremely confident that he could directly penetrate Sandman Douluo's defensive soul guide.

Sandman Douluo noticed that Poisonous Immortal's eyes seemed to be focused on his body-protecting soul guide, and said hurriedly: "My lord, what happened today was a misunderstanding. This junior is just following orders. Please look at Dragon King Douluo.

Don’t embarrass the younger generation for your own sake.”

He quickly moved out of Long Xiaoyao. It seemed that among the people he knew, Long Xiaoyao was the only one who could resist the poison.

But Du Bushu was not interested in Long Xiaoyao. He narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a slightly greedy look: "Since it is a misunderstanding, how do you want to solve it?"

Sandman Douluo hurriedly took off his ninth-level defensive soul guide and handed it over respectfully: "This junior is willing to use this ninth-level defensive soul guide produced by Mingde Hall as an apology."

Du Buushi said: "I'm afraid one piece may not be enough."

Sandman Douluo gritted his teeth and took out two more defensive soul tools and presented them.

"I hope I will show mercy to you."

Seeing how understanding he was, Du Buushi nodded with satisfaction and accepted a few soul tools.

"In that case, you can leave."

Sandman Douluo was overjoyed, but before he could be happy, Du Bushu had already punched out, smashing Sandman Douluo into a wisp of meteors and falling into the forest.

"Idiot, even if I kill you, it will still be my property." Du Buushi hung in the air, observing the several soul tools he had just captured.

The Noumenon Sect's titled Douluo flashed and quickly returned to Du Bushu's side: "Sect Master, it is confirmed that he is dead. It's just an illusion, a strange and obscene technique, no threat at all."

"Yes. From now on, I will give you a beating if you see anyone using illusions." Du Buushi nodded with satisfaction and threw an eight-level defensive soul tool to him, "Good kill, you have the demeanor of me back then."

, this one is for you."

The titled Douluo took the soul guide and asked with a strange expression: "Sect Master, I don't need it. Don't you always think that these foreign objects are useless?"

Du Buushi laughed and said, "The things you robbed are different."