Fighting Soul Clan Emperor Master

The so-called Dou Zun turns nine, steps into a semi-saint, and then transcends into a saint. However, in order to step into a Dou Saint, understanding, fighting spirit so full that it almost explodes, etc. are all indispensable.

Xiao Xingmeng is currently a Half Saint. As a former Dou Emperor, there are no difficulties in advancing to the level. He only needs to practice for a period of time to reach the Dou Saint level.

Among the current sixteen people from the eight tribes, two from the Yan tribe are dead, Xiao Xingmeng from the Xiao tribe has withdrawn, and all the remaining fourteen people have entered the third level. The energy bodies in the third level are extremely powerful, and there are even some in the depths.

There are fighting saint-level existences, so even the younger generation of the eight tribes will not rush into the depths rashly, they will all operate on the periphery.

The strongest ancient tribe is a group, and the two are fighting each other. The second strongest is the soul jade group, whose only goal is to hunt down everyone except Xun'er and Xiao Yan. The third strongest is Xiao who is alone, but has soared in strength.

Yan, his target is Yao Clan, Soul Jade, Guyang.

After separating from Hun Yu, Xiao Xingmeng put a black robe on his body. It was a black robe specially made by the Soul Clan. The people of the Soul Clan and the Soul Palace were famous for being elusive in Dou Qi Continent. It was all thanks to this.

A black robe that can block fighting spirit from being detected by others. Although Xiao Xingmeng is very concerned about himself.

He was confident in his ability to hide Dou Qi, but the overwhelming divine power he exuded when he was promoted to Dou Sheng would inevitably leak out. For the sake of safety, he put on his black robe first, then found a safe place to sit down, and began

The first serious practice in nearly a thousand years.

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Somewhere on the periphery of the third layer, connecting the sky and the earth is still the thick fog that is almost blinding. It is comparable to Shanghai. The dim light shining on the fog makes the scene even more empty.

There is only deathly silence and stagnant air in my ears. The sky tomb is so peaceful.

However, this inaccessible and isolated place is extremely suitable for the life and death struggle between the younger generation of the eight ethnic groups.

The two women stood in front of Hun Jade and Hun Ya. Their strong fighting spirit and will showed that they were the first to challenge the two Hun clan members.

The people of the two tribes stopped tens of meters apart and faced each other.

"You people from the Spiritual Tribe are really interesting. You sent two women to the Heavenly Tomb and challenged them first. Are you showing off your brains?" Hunya half-closed his eyes and observed the other two. They were both young, beautiful, and cute.

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"...First of all, let me correct your mistake. My companion is a man. Secondly..." The woman opposite paused for a while and then said.

"What...what!" Hun Ya was so shocked by the first sentence that he temporarily lost consciousness and did not listen to the Eldest woman's words at all. It took him a while to recover, and then he stared at the other person again.

boy".

She has fair skin, a slender waist, a cute face, and a sense of fragility in her movements... How come she is a beautiful woman no matter how she looks, except for her flat chest.

"Please... don't keep looking at me."

As Hun Ya kept scanning him, the boy from the Spirit Tribe suddenly felt a little shy and made a weak sound from his throat. It sounded like a girl's voice.

"This is not grudge!" Hunya shouted, the opponent also had no Adam's apple. If he was really a boy, he probably had an inconspicuous Adam's apple.

Hun Ya turned his head away from the other party, tears filled his eyes, and his heart ached: "Oh! Hun Yu, I have been attacked by the other party's soul almost fatally. My soul is now devastated and my whole body is weak. I can't do it anymore... I

I unexpectedly met a boy wearing women's clothing and thought he was a woman. I even thought he was prettier and cuter than the woman next to me..."

Hunyu snorted, looked at Hunya with disdain, and said, "Don't tell others that you and I were in a team when you return to the Hun clan. It's so embarrassing. Can't you tell something so obvious?"

"No, no, no, you can't tell it no matter how you look?"

"Just look at the lines of your butt and you'll know..."

"...You pervert!" Hunya shouted with tears in his eyes.

"I said your... reaction was too exaggerated. Is there anything special about the cuteness of men?" Hunyu sighed.

"It's strange that you accepted this setting without any objection! Although it's quite touching once you accept it..."

"Have you forgotten? The great elder's words——"

Hun Ya recalled - at that time, the Great Elder occasionally returned to the Soul Clan and gave a speech that destroyed the Soul Clan's three views. At the end, the Great Elder raised his thumb and grinned at them with the same deep eyes as before:

"Young soul race boys, go create miracles! What's wrong with men being perverted?"

Of course, these remarks were regarded by the patriarch as a wrong example for the great elder.

While Soul Cliff was entangled, the opponent was already about to launch an attack.

"... People of the Soul Clan, for the above reasons, we, the Spirit Clan, are at odds with you! Now, I, Ling Liai, want you to sleep in the sky tomb!" The woman from the Spirit Clan gritted her teeth, and the burst of fighting spirit stirred up the air.

With a whirlwind of air and a wave of her hand, three puppets stood in front of her.

"Do you know what she just said?" Hun Ya asked blankly.

"It probably explains the hatred between the two Hunling clans or something." Hunyu said.

"In that case, you'll have to deal with that cute boy, chirp~~~~" Hunyu was in a good mood and whistled, holding black keys in his left and right hands, spreading his hands like wings.

"I...I, Ling Yimin, want to defeat you, you guys!" Ling Yimin, the boy on the other side, took out a spear that was one and a half times as long as his petite body with gentle girlish movements. He stammered

On the contrary, his fighting posture is meticulous and full of majesty and strong fighting spirit.

"...Hey, Hunyu, why don't we discuss it together and switch opponents?" Hunya couldn't help but swallow nervously.

"No o(≧v≦)o..." Hunyu was suddenly so happy that even the emojis appeared.