Douluo: Starting from the Spirit of Time Worm

Xiao Ding and Xiao Li looked distraught. The letter said that the Xiao family was jointly destroyed by the Jiale family and the Oba family.

"The whole family was killed, no one survived... How could this happen?" Xiao Li murmured, his eyes bloodshot.

Xiao Ding clenched his fists, his nails embedded in his flesh and blood, and the slight pain barely maintained his sanity.

"I want to go back for revenge." Xiao Li suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, you can give the things to my third brother, I will go back now."

"Calm down, can you beat Jialebi and Obapa? Both of them have been promoted to the Great Fighting Master for many years." Xiao Ding held Xiao Li's shoulders, and his five fingers were so strong that they turned white.

Yun Meng said: "Deliver the things first, and the rest will be discussed when we go back. I can mobilize the power of Yunlan Sect to help you..."

Xiao Ding did not refuse, and said solemnly: "Thank you, if I need it, I will ask you for help."

Under the persuasion of the two, Xiao Li finally calmed down.

The voice of another mercenary team came from the front: "Hey, the ones behind, let's go, what are you still hesitating about? Hurry up and catch up with the main force! You are all left behind."

"Okay, okay... One of my brothers here is a little stimulated... I will catch up now." Yun Meng answered loudly.

...

In the dim sky and earth, a huge cyclone connecting the sky and the earth was raging on the Black Domain Plain.

The terrible power destroyed the trees and buildings on the plain one by one, and the ground seemed to have been scraped off by a knife.

In the black storm, a figure wrapped in thick black fog and unable to see his appearance floated in the eye of the storm, moving with the huge cyclone.

From time to time, chains stretched out from the black fog, hooking away the souls of those who were unfortunately caught in the black storm and died.

"Hehehe... I'm lucky this time. There's a small town on the path of the black storm. This month's share should be enough..."

After hooking away the soul of a Dou Ling who seemed a little dazed after death, the Owl Guardian seemed to sense something and flew in a certain direction.

He saw a person who was also wearing a black robe and surrounded by black mist. However, the other person's mist was much thinner than his own.

"Soul Envoy Meng, you're working again... Your performance reward is already the highest level... You can take a few days off." The Owl Guardian persuaded as a routine.

Amon threw his soul bag to the Owl Guardian as usual, and responded with a smile: "Efforts may not necessarily bring rewards, but no efforts will definitely bring no rewards."

"That's right, but people are not puppets or something, they have to combine work and rest." Opening the soul bag and taking out the soul inside, the Owl Guardian was stunned.

After feeling the strength of this soul, the Owl Guardian asked in surprise: "A Dou Zong? No... You killed a seventh-grade alchemist?"

He felt that the Meng Guardian could not kill the Dou Zong, and the probability of killing an alchemist with the same powerful soul but weaker strength was greater.

This Amon said in a pleasant voice: "Owl Guardian, can you introduce me to the elder? I think I should be qualified to be officially called Meng Guardian now."

As he said, he stepped into the air and slowly came to the front of the Owl Guardian.

"Uh..." Protector Xiao looked as if he had seen a ghost. Under the heavy black fog, a clear and melodious female voice like a lark came: "You have become a Dou Zong?"

Protector Xiao is a woman... Amon was a little surprised and immediately responded: "A man should be treated with new eyes after three days of separation. I am no longer Wu Xia Amon."

Protector Xiao realized that he had lost his composure just now, and asked again in a hoarse tone:

"Did you use the secret method of swallowing souls?"

Amon shrugged and said with a smile: "Everyone has their own secrets."

Protector Xiao pondered for a moment and muttered: "Okay... I didn't expect it to be so fast. I thought you could work for me for a while longer."

She looked at the soul bag in her hand again and realized that the soul body in it was really the soul of a Dou Zong!

Protector Meng might kill a Dou Zong strongman as soon as he entered the Dou Zong!

After hesitating for a moment, she whispered, "Since you are qualified to officially become the guardian of my Soul Palace, you can give this soul body to the elder yourself."

Amon smiled and shook his head: "Thanks to the cultivation of the Owl Guardian, all the contribution points of this soul body will be given to you, as my gratitude and reward for introducing the elder."

"Hehe..." The Owl Guardian smiled and said, "You are smart, if you encounter any problems in the Soul Palace in the future, just come to me... As long as you can afford the price, I can solve most of the troubles for you. Come with me, I will take you to the Soul Palace."

Led by the Owl Guardian, the two quickly flew eastward.

The plain below gradually turned into hills, and the trees growing on the ground became taller and denser.

A chilly breath gradually came from the air, and an open space appeared in front of Amon. Above the open space was a hall built of black stone and dark gray metal.

In front of the hall, black metal pillars stood tall, and thick chains connected the pillars one by one, faintly showing the momentum of a formation.

Amon didn't know much about formations, and couldn't tell the function of this formation.

The owl guardian landed in front of the soul palace and opened the iron-gray metal door.

Amon took a step and followed behind her.

The owl guardian reminded: "The one in charge of this soul palace is Mu Zunlao... This is also the only branch of my soul palace in the Black Horn Region.

"When you meet Mr. Mu Zun, you don't have to be too reserved and just maintain normal politeness. He is a relatively easy-going person. Even if I do something wrong, he rarely blames me.

"Besides, I mentioned you to him before, and he really admires your way of doing things."

Easy-going... Amon pondered the meaning of this word in his mind. How strange he thought it was... Is this word really suitable to describe the people of our Soul Palace?

Passing through the long dark passage, we came to an empty hall. Sunlight falls from above, creating a circular spot on the ground.

Compared to the hallway, the hall looks very bright.

The space above the hall was slightly distorted, and Amon had a look of understanding on his face.

Looking at the Soul Palace from the outside, the entire hall is sealed, and there are not even windows. However, looking out from the inside of the hall, you can see sunlight, white clouds, and birds flying by. It seems that the space is distorted. effect.

In the hall far away from the exit of the passage, there is a chair with a dark color, a dark color, but a simple and elegant shape.

Sitting on the chair was an old man wearing black and cyan clothes. His eye sockets are sunken and his face is wrinkled, but his eyes are bright.

He set his sights on the guardian owl who walked in, and forced a smile on his face.

"Dragon Protector Xiao, why are you here again? In recent times, you have been returning to the Soul Palace a little too frequently." The old man said in a gentle voice.

It’s not that his subordinates are too diligent... Protector Xiao complained in his heart and waved his hand nonchalantly:

"They won't come so often... This is the Soul Protector I mentioned. From now on, we should call him the Protector of Souls."