Violent Martial Soul System

"not good!"

The Grand Duke's army commander's face suddenly turned pale, and he hurriedly stabilized his figure, but at this time the nine sharp blades had already struck.

The howling wind fell in his ears, very frightening.

"The Promise Wind Killing Formation·Wind Dragon Break!"

"Hiss!"

The sharp cone composed of nine sharp blades pierced into the chest of the Grand Duke's army commander. In the blink of an eye, his chest exploded hundreds of times.

The big shock is one hundred and twenty-eight!

"Plop!"

The body of the Grand Duke's army commander hit the ground hard, a big hole had been drilled in his chest, bloody and bloody, it was horrible.

"Fufu, finally dead!"

Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that a general of the Yuan Dynasty, an eighth-rank Martial God Emperor, would suddenly be attracted. At that time, he would have to withdraw.

This Grand Duke's army commander is just yellow luck, even less than Zhao Feng, so Zhao Feng didn't get much.

However, he got a Nawu ring from the seventh-rank Martial God Emperor, and the will of the emperor.

He quickly swept over, put away the Nawu ring, and then took out the lantern of the Holy Soul Cult.

The will of the seventh-rank Martial God Emperor is very strong, so it will take some time for it to disintegrate. This low-level lantern has already filled half of the will of the emperor.

By the time Zhao Feng put the will of the Great Lord's army into the Holy Soul Lantern, the Holy Soul Lantern was already saturated.

"It's a pity, it's just the last holy soul lantern."

Zhao Feng shook his head helplessly.

This time, he collected the holy soul lantern not to exchange it for himself, but to leave it to his family.

Hua Tianxing got the will of a third-rank Martial God Emperor, and he broke through to the third-rank Martial God Great Emperor. If Han Bingche or Han Shengjue gave the emperor's will in this lantern, at least he could be promoted to the seventh-rank Martial God Great Emperor, right?

At this time, Zhao Feng finally understood the power of the Holy Soul Sect. With this method of collecting the will of the emperor, the Sacred Soul Sect can grow rapidly. First kill others, then collect the will of the emperor and refine it for his own people.

Refining the will of other people's emperors, although the strength is much weaker than what he broke through, but it can create a large number of martial arts emperors.

"It's such a scary Holy Soul Cult. I don't know where it came from."

Zhao Feng shuddered.

At this time, a figure suddenly loomed in the distance, who seemed to be attracted by the fighting movement here.

Zhao Feng turned his head and found that he was not from the Dajue Sacred Realm, but from his Tianyan Sacred Realm.

"Brother is so powerful, he was able to bombard and kill a Grand Duke's army commander. I don't know which branch of the brother is from?"

The person who came was a middle-aged man. He looked at the lantern in Zhao Feng's hand and asked directly.

"Um?"

After Zhao Feng heard these words, he was slightly taken aback. The next moment he understood that this middle-aged man was probably also a member of the Holy Soul Sect.

"I am Baiyou's sub-director of Baizhantang, and you are..."

Zhao Feng said suddenly.

He didn't make this up on the spot, but learned it from the relics of the young man in black.

"So that's it, brother, are you out of your holy soul lanterns? It's such a waste to use the lowest-level holy soul lanterns to hold the will of the seventh-rank Martial God Emperor."

The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"Yeah, it's used up."

Zhao Feng smiled awkwardly.

"I still have a few mid-level holy soul lanterns here, give them to you."

The middle-aged man kindly took out a few lanterns and threw them to Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng took the lantern and his eyes lit up.

"Thank you!"

He clasped his fists quickly.

A holy soul lantern can be refined by one person. Now that he has obtained five intermediate-level lanterns, when he returns, he will probably be able to create many warrior gods.

Although the refining emperor's will is not good, but if a seventh-rank Martial God Emperor is created, it will be stronger than a fifth- or sixth-rank emperor, right?

Zhao Feng thought to himself.

Of course, he didn't force it to be refined, and anyone who wanted it would give it to him.

"Brother, you are here this time because you want to go to Qinglong Mountain to try your luck?"

At this time,

The middle-aged man said suddenly.

"Qinglong Mountain?"

Zhao Feng frowned, it was the first time he had heard of this place name.

"You don't know? The Qinglong Mountain under the Dajue Holy Realm has produced twin soul fruits, and it is said that three have appeared."

The middle-aged man nodded.

"Three?"

Zhao Feng frowned.

As far as he knows, one twin soul fruit requires millions of luck, that is, purple luck.

But now, he is only green luck, only a thousand points of luck.

"Since there are three twin soul fruits, there must be many masters going there, right?"

Zhao Feng couldn't help frowning and asked.

"Yes, there is already a fight over there, and the battle is very fierce. My Holy Soul Cult is going to form a team, and then forcefully rush in."

The middle-aged man nodded.

"Rush in hard? What if you can't get out by then?"

Zhao Feng was helpless.

"Don't worry, there is a lot of fog on Qinglong Mountain. Even the eighth-rank Martial God Emperor might get lost when he enters. Those three twin soul fruits were picked in the fog."

said the middle-aged man.

"That's it..."

Zhao Feng paused for a moment. He originally wanted to directly kill Purple Luck, but now that there is a new way, he naturally wanted to take a look.

Maybe, can a clone be refined in advance?

"Brother, how are you? Let's go together?"

The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"it is good!"

Zhao Feng nodded.

This is a great opportunity, even if you don't get the twin soul fruit, you can still get a lot of luck or wealth.

Not only that, if those members of the Holy Soul Cult died, wouldn't those Holy Soul lanterns all belong to him?

"Okay, in another day, our Holy Soul Sect team will start to break through the opponent's line of defense and enter Qinglong Mountain. Brothers, follow me."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he was leading the way.

Zhao Feng followed closely, and he was surprised that this middle-aged man didn't suspect him at all.

The middle-aged man is also of the earth attribute, and has also comprehended the earth concealment technique, so the speed of the two is not slow.

Half a day later, the middle-aged man took Zhao Feng to the secret meeting place of the Holy Soul Sect.

In fact, while on the road, Zhao Feng also guessed in his heart, to see if there would be someone from Baiyou who was leading the Baizhan Hall. If there was, his identity would be exposed instantly, and then a group attack would be launched.

So, he has to be very careful.

The secret meeting place of the Holy Soul Cult is in a deep mountain. This deep mountain is very barren, and generally no one will come.

The middle-aged man brought Zhao Feng in, and immediately someone flashed out and shouted, "Who?"

"He Zhiyuan is at the helm of the Heavenly Cloud Hall under Baiyou's branch."

The middle-aged man clasped his fists and threw an identity token over at the same time.

The member of the Holy Soul Cult who was guarding the mountain took a look at the token, and used the Lingqi formula to size up Zhao Feng and the two, and found that they were both from the same camp, so they didn't care too much.

"Come in, go straight and there is a cave."

The congregation guarding the mountain said something and threw the token back.