Douluo of all phases

At the same time, in the southwest, in front of the Yin Yang Temple.

Unlike other temples located in strange terrain, the Yin Yang Temple is built in a prosperous town.

The residents of the town are also very unusual. Without exception, the people here are all people with crow wings.

Of course, there are exceptions. The town is divided into two halves, and one half is filled with these black men with crow wings.

The other half is the man in white with white wings.

Yes, this is the place under the jurisdiction of the Twin Holy Spirits.

One on the left and one on the right, they stood behind an elder holding a hammer.

This elder is the elder of Lian Tang who was lucky enough to survive under Chen Xiu back then. He is currently the only living person who has mastered the method of making the Demon Refining Sword.

Back then, in order to prevent such a weapon from appearing again, Chen Xiu massacred hundreds of people in the refining hall with his bloody sword.

"Hey, you two brats, can you say something nice? You're always so cold and cold, but you're not cute at all."

Yin Ling looked at the elder of Lian Tang and said, "Our duty is to help you repel the rebels. Other than that, we have not received any orders."

Yang Ling nodded, "So, we have no obligation to chat with you."

The elder of Liantang covered his face. These two children were indeed trained by Tianqi Judgment. They both spoke so harshly.

"Forget it, forget it, I'll just watch the scenery by myself."

In front of the Yin Yang Temple, the elder of Lian Tang pushed open the door and walked out. Looking back, he saw that the two men were exactly the same height.

They are both about 1.7 meters tall. Since the latest martial arts fusion, both of them have undergone great changes.

Yin Ling has long black hair, and no trace of white can be seen in his eyes, which are completely black.

Wearing a black robe, the tattoo on the back is a wolf holding a hunting knife!

Yin Ling has short white hair, and no pupils can be seen in his eyes, which are completely white.

Wearing a white religious robe, the tattoo on the back is a white sheep holding a hunting bow.

The elder of Lian Tang looked at himself. He was wearing a messy blacksmith's suit, stained with sweat and oil.

The elder of Lian Tang smiled bitterly and shook his head. Maybe today was the day of his death, but he was wearing such clothes.

Shaking his head, the elder of Lian Tang couldn't help but recall things that happened a long, long time ago in his eyes.

At that time, his surname was Tang and he was also a member of the Haotian Sect. But now, he is just a notorious blacksmith.

"That's it, that's all. It's all over."

The elder of Lian Tang is carrying a huge dragon-headed hammer, and nine soul rings are always wrapped around his body.

In order to deal with emergencies, the elders of Lian Tang decided to release martial arts all the time to prevent the enemy from sneak attacks.

On the other side, outside the town, an army of more than 4,000 soul masters had quietly approached.

They did not fight with great fanfare because the leader of the group was Yan Douluo, the leader of the Fire Leopard Sect.

He is a newly promoted Douluo, so naturally he doesn't dare to be the same as those old ones.

He only has level 91 soul power, so if he encounters someone with a higher level than himself, he won't be able to defeat him at all.

Li Yao and his gang are trying to catch up, Yan Douluo is really helpless, he just hopes to hold them back.

Although he can run away after being defeated, his disciples are different.

There are more than 4,000 people and the elites of the sect are here. Once he leaves, what will happen to these disciples?

Can’t the sect be opened?

"Master, don't be so depressed. There is a small town ahead. We might as well find out what's going on inside first?"

Yan Douluo looked at the red-haired young man beside him. This was his disciple. No matter how young he was, he could be regarded as a genius.

He broke through to the forty-level Soul Sect at the age of eighteen.

"Hey, idiot, this time the incident is definitely not a small fight, but a war across the entire continent."

"Except for the Haotian Sect, all the remaining seven major sects are participating. Even the Wuhun Palace is no exception. Eighty percent of the famous titles on the mainland have been called!"

"This battle is called Zhu Xie, but anyone who dares to escape from the battle, or fails to do his job, may be labeled as an evil soul master."

Yan Douluo sighed, "If my guess is correct, the Yin Yang Temple should be in this town. I just hope there are no titles in it."

"Master, what are you afraid of? You are now a Titled Douluo!" Looking at the new fire in his disciple's eyes, Yan Douluo knew.

This child's vision is still too narrow, thinking that Titled Douluo has reached its peak.

In fact, this is not the case. Titled Douluo are also divided into strong and weak ones. It can be said that Yan Douluo is now ranked behind Poison Douluo.

The future is uncertain, but now he is definitely the weakest among the titled Douluo.

Everyone walked into the town. There were thousands of people in the group. Anyone who wasn't blind would have spotted them.

"It's strange, the people here are weird. They obviously haven't released their martial souls, but they have the flesh and blood tissue of soul beasts on their bodies." Yan Douluo secretly thought that something was wrong.

He was about to order his disciples to evacuate the town, but it was already too late...

boom!!!

A giant hammer hit the entrance without warning, and then a figure fell from the sky!

"You're already here, but if you don't go in for a cup of tea, doesn't it mean that our Holy Spirit Cult doesn't know how to treat guests?" the elder of Lian Tang said with a grin.

Town residents with black and white wings slowly surrounded them, and they showed off their martial arts spirits one after another.

Ranging from level 40 to level 70, Yan Douluo gritted his teeth and said, "It's troublesome."

You can't fight here, you must lead this guy somewhere else first!

"Humph, this is the way your Holy Spirit Cult serves guests? If you reciprocate politely, I will return it to you right now!"

Yan Douluo Shi Wuhun's physique instantly became thicker, and then a layer of black fire spread instantly over his body!

Yan Douluo raised his head and roared, and two identical heads grew out on both sides of his neck!

A black tail turned into black fire extending from the hip!

"Three-headed dog of hell! It turns out to be you, hahaha!!!"

Seeing Yan Douluo's martial spirit, the elder of Lian Tang suddenly laughed.

Yan Douluo's face tightened, no! How could he recognize him?

"Don't talk nonsense. I have never seen you before. I am Yan Douluo of the Fire Leopard Sect. Since ancient times, evil has always prevailed over good. You will surely perish here today!"

Yan Douluo said and flew straight into the sky. The elder of Lian Tang smiled disdainfully, "Then you come here, why are you running?"

"Are you afraid that I will reveal your secret? Hahaha! Okay, since you know the shame, I won't expose you yet!"

The elder of Lian Tang raised his giant hammer and struck the ground with his kick, making him 180 feet tall and stopped in the air.

The elder of Lian Tang looked at Yan Douluo, "Aren't you going to run away?"

A ray of evil fire flashed in Yan Douluo's eyes, and the fangs in his mouth opened, "I will kill you right here. No one can know my secret!"

"Hahaha————!!" Elder Lian Tang looked up to the sky and smiled, "Are you so afraid that others will know your secret?"