In Douluo, the female pope used me as a substitute for her first love

"Jinlin, don't yell when you come out later. Wait until you should yell, otherwise I'll take away your snacks when I go back."

"I will use the first soul skill to let you use the Holy Cloud. All you need to do is spread the clouds first. The quality is not important. You just need to make the scenery of this hill blurry."

"Then, I will do this... We will do this..."

After secretly giving Jinlin instructions through the martial soul connection.

Wang Zhao raised his hand and pressed lightly towards the void. In the flashing silver light, invisible waves rippled. It was silent and full of oppression. The shadow brought by the behemoth suddenly enveloped the mountain.

At this moment, many bandits raised their heads with doubts, but it was as if a flash bomb was thrown in the sky. The silver light was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes. They subconsciously raised their hands to cover it. In the end, they could only barely know that a big monster appeared in the sky.

The first soul skill, Holy Cloud!

Wang Zhao silently recited the soul spell.

Although it looks cool to recite directly, sometimes you still need to be flexible, such as now.

In an instant, a large area of ​​fog covered the mountain, but after all, the area was too large. In order to save soul power, Wang Zhao did not let Jin Lin make the fog too dense, but just made the area covered with mist and hazy.

Although this level of fog was a bit difficult to blind the soul master, it was more than enough to make those ordinary bandits panic.

"Jin Lin, shout!"

At this moment, Wang Zhao's thoughts were conveyed to Jin Lin's mind, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and disappeared into the fog.

Jin Lin did not hesitate at all, and immediately sang loudly-

"Roar!!!"

The terrifying dragon roar shook the earth and instantly alarmed all the soul masters in the mountain village.

Under the leadership of a soul master-level bandit leader with a beard and a scar on the corner of his eye, more than a dozen bandit soul masters gathered at the back.

"Boss, what should we do?"

Someone saw Jin Lin's terrifying dragon body that appeared and disappeared in the mist, and couldn't help but trembled.

"Why would there be a soul beast attack here? Or such a terrifying soul beast..."

The bandit leader didn't respond, but murmured in surprise.

Soon, someone around him couldn't help but push him again, interrupting his thoughts and said:

"Brother, don't think too much, fight or run, make a decision quickly!"

"Fight?"

Hearing this, before the bandit leader spoke, someone next to him glared.

"Fight! That thing is so big, I'm afraid it can beat the Titled Douluo, of course we have to run quickly!"

"If you don't run, I'll run first."

As he said, he turned around.

Although this person's words sounded a bit exaggerated, it undoubtedly made the people present more panicked. Seeing this situation, some people couldn't help but want to run after him.

However, suddenly a young man spoke up at this time:

"What about the brothers in front?"

"..."

At this time, the bandit soul masters all looked at him at the same time, even the leader who had not spoken all the time.

"What's wrong?"

Facing the strange eyes of the crowd, the young man realized that he seemed to have said something wrong.

"Those peasants are peasants no matter what, so they can die. If you don't want to die, follow me and leave quickly."

In the end, it was the bandit leader who broke the weird atmosphere and made a decision.

Of course, more than a dozen bandit soul masters agreed to this. After all, they were used to being extravagant and debauched in this area, and no one wanted to really die, even the young man who had just said the wrong thing.

But at this moment, a silver energy beam fell from the sky, knocking the bandit soul masters who had gathered together to the ground.

Ignoring their embarrassment, they subconsciously looked over and saw that the terrifying giant dragon beast was actually flying straight towards them.

Not far away, those ordinary bandits were either trapped in the mist and circling around in confusion, or had been trampled to death by the platinum dragon.

"How can we run?"

The bandits were at a loss for a moment.

At the same time, Wang Zhao on the other side had quietly sneaked into the mountain stronghold.

Perhaps after returning this time, he could ask Xiaoxue for the technique of distorting light.

He thought while sneaking carefully.

The reason for sneaking into the mountain stronghold was not because there was something in the mountain stronghold that he coveted, but he planned to confirm whether there were any innocent people in the mountain stronghold and take them out, so that it would be convenient for Jinlin to fire at full power.

Otherwise, if he also treated ordinary people who were not soul masters as mud legs or even ants, and slaughtered them wantonly, not caring about the preciousness of life, how different would he be from a future god king who represented the noble forces? He went to school in vain in his previous life.

As for the matter of Haotian Sect in the past, they were enemies and could not be treated with mercy. Besides, even for those female hammer people, the Spirit Hall was just implementing an arranged marriage.

After some exploration, Wang Zhao saw such a scene.

Disordered... unbearable... pale... dirty... ashen face...

Not far away.

Hatchet... hemp rope... blood stains... gray meat... pots and pans... neat and orderly... the smell of sheep and cow meat...

"!!!"

Wang Zhao's face turned pale, paused, and did not move for a while.

Yes, he took it for granted.

How could ordinary bandits make trouble in the Spirit Hall and even be known by Bibi Dong?

These are a group of beasts who look like humans!

After a moment of silence.

Wang Zhao didn't care about the tragic state of the dead, so he had to come to the group of people who were still breathing. Just as he bent down to rescue them, he felt his waist was suddenly entangled.

"Give it to me..."

"..."

Wang Zhao sighed and gently pulled the people behind him away. He didn't feel strange at all, but felt a little sad.

He raised his hand slightly, emitting pure light attribute soul power fluctuations, without attack power, but just made the place a little warmer.

Not long after, they gradually woke up, and after Wang Zhao roughly described the situation, they all knelt down.

Their lips trembled a little, and they intermittently expressed sadness, pleading and even resentment.

After speaking, one by one, they lost their breath, as if they were relieved.

"..."

Wang Zhao couldn't remember how many times he was speechless. His eyes finally turned cold, unprecedentedly cold.

"Jin Lin!"

He called out suddenly, but not through the martial soul, but directly shouted out.

"Roar!!!"

Outside, the platinum dragon seemed to sense the indescribable depression of its master at the moment, and responded with a roar.

Wang Zhao immediately walked out of the mountain stronghold, facing the bandits who looked back with either suspicion or disbelief, and said:

"Kill them all."

His tone was strangely emotionless, and it was a little scary.

"Who are you?"

The bandit leader asked at this time.

Wang Zhao glanced at him and did not answer.

The fog on the mountain suddenly became thicker.

The color of the sky suddenly became gray.

The hood of the black-robed boy rustled and was blown behind his head in an instant, and his silver hair scattered.

He just took a step forward and disappeared into the clouds, silently.

Death, coming!