Violent Martial Soul System

"All of you, go to hell!"

Zhao Feng, who hurried back, started killing crazily. Within five seconds, the dozen or so half-monsters all fell, and the Nawu Ring fell into Zhao Feng's hands naturally.

The remaining dozens of human beings immediately gathered over after a meal.

"Zhao Feng, what shall we do now?"

A palace guard shouted.

Zhao Feng shook his head: "I don't know either, the Martial Saint Hall is definitely not allowed to go back, you'd better organize it yourself, find a place to hide it, and announce this matter to the world by the way."

"how about you?"

"Let's go, there is movement here, the captain should be here soon, be careful yourself!"

Zhao Feng left without answering the question.

This group of human palace guards looked at each other, and hurriedly flew towards the nearest city. Dozens of palace guards gathered together, and even the thirty captains came, and they might not be able to defeat them.

...

Sure enough, not long after they left, Captain Heijia came back with five small captains, and when he saw that there was no one on the mountain, he immediately understood.

"Captain, what should we do now?"

A squad leader yelled.

"A bunch of trash, don't worry about it, there is no shortage of a hundred of them, let's go!"

The captain of the black armor brigade sneered, then turned around and left.

But what they didn't know was that there was another figure following them in the clouds in the sky.

"You didn't even go after him, it seems that you are ready to expose the matter, anyway, let me see where you are going!"

This stalker was naturally Zhao Feng.

He felt that this Yaozu wanted to make a big deal this time, so he wanted to follow the black armor captain to have a look.

...

Captain Heijia left, accompanied by five small captains, but none of them noticed that someone was following them.

Three days later, in the dark night, Zhao Feng followed the black-armored captain to a mountain range, and watched the black-armored captain rush in with five small captains.

This time, Zhao Feng didn't follow, because he saw a lot of captains in black armor, there were hundreds of them.

The branch hall of Wusheng Temple has recruited people from the Twelve Regions for five years, and this year it has recruited a hundred people.

In this way, there will only be one thousand people in fifty years.

However, there are quite a few cities in the sub-district of the Martial Saint Hall, covering an area larger than the twelve domains combined, so they will naturally recruit people from the territories under their command.

However, these hundreds of black-armored captains are too many, isn't it?

"It's so scary, the monster race has infiltrated to such an extent, I actually stayed in the Longtan and Tiger's Den for so many days before?"

Zhao Feng shuddered.

He wasn't very strong before, and any black-armored captain would be able to deal with him.

This time, hundreds of black-armored captains gathered.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Zhao Feng saw a disharmonious figure among the group of captains wearing black armor. It was Lin Zixin who had previously comprehended the meaning of the Golden Buddha's descending martial soul.

It seems that Lin Zixin has also surrendered to the monster clan and gained power.

At this time, another dark figure flew in the distance. Zhao Feng stared at it, and was almost scared to death.

These people are all palace guards wearing silver armor and gold armor, and the number is as high as tens of thousands.

"Impossible, how come there are so many strong people?"

Zhao Feng couldn't believe it.

Even if he recruited widely, it was impossible to gather so many palace guards, but the next moment, he understood that not all of these people were the palace guards of the branch hall of Wusheng Temple.

But he can be sure that these people are not human beings, but half-demons.

"Gathering so many people, could it be that they want to attack the branch hall?"

Suddenly such an idea came to Zhao Feng's mind.

Otherwise, what do you gather so many people for?

He was watching from above, and because it was night, no one could see him.

This group of palace guards, small captains, and Heijia captain joined together and waited quietly.

Not long after, three figures appeared immediately.

To Zhao Feng's surprise,

One of them, he had seen before, was the white-browed elder from the Martial Arts Hall of the Martial Saint Hall.

"What a fucking dog!"

Zhao Feng cursed in his heart.

He also chatted a lot with the white-browed elder that day, but he didn't expect that the other party turned out to be a half-demon.

No, this Elder Baimei is a strong martial god, maybe he is a demon clan, not a half-demon.

As for the two old men who appeared together with him, they should also be the elders of Wu Shengdian.

"Everyone!"

At this time, Elder Baimei suddenly shouted.

Everyone fell silent.

"Everyone, now you are all members of my demon clan. Next, we are going to do a big event. If this big event can be accomplished, each of you can get a god blade."

Before Elder Baimei could finish his words, there was an uproar in the audience.

Everyone can get a divine blade?

You know, there are tens of thousands of people here!

"This big event is for you to attack the Martial Saint Hall. As long as you can conquer it, there will be countless training resources. When the time comes, I will distribute them all to you!"

The white-browed old man continued.

This time, the audience exploded again.

Send them all!

How much does this have to be?

Everyone is calculating.

The net worth of a strong Martial God can be worth tens of thousands of them. If a branch of the Martial God Hall is looted, how many Martial Gods can come out earlier?

Although it is said that one needs to comprehend a kind of martial soul profound meaning to break through from the peak of Wudi to Wushen, but among these treasures of heaven and earth, there must be something to improve one's comprehension.

However, can they take down the Martial Saint Hall with these people alone?

At this time, the white-browed old man continued: "The attack on the Wusheng Temple is not carried out by thousands of you. What you have to do is to go to various places to destroy, kill, and attract their attention. Now the people in the hall Go to Loukong, there are less than 300 people left, if you continue to destroy, you can attract the elders of the martial gods, and then we will attack the Martial Palace!"

That's the plan!

After everyone heard the plan, their eyes lit up.

This branch hall of the Martial Saint Hall is in charge of the twelve domains. If these domains are severely damaged, can the branch hall be ignored?

"In addition, at this time there are still masters of our demon race lurking in the Wusheng Temple. When we cooperate from inside to outside, the Wusheng Temple will definitely be breached by us. After we have obtained all the resources, we will flee away immediately. When the time comes, the main hall will send experts down. We've long since disappeared."

The white-browed old man continued.

Many of these half-monsters used to be the guards of the Martial Saint Hall, but now they have defected and joined the demon clan. When they heard that they were going to attack the branch hall, they all became excited.

"Elder, can this plan really succeed?"

A black armor captain asked.

"I'm 80% sure. After the matter is completed, I will distribute all the resources to you, and I will not take any money!"

Elder Baimei shouted.

"Then what are you doing, elders?"

someone asked again.