283. Chapter 277 The information from the mouth of the evil titled Douluo


Chapter 277 The information from the evil title Douluo

It was one of the elders of the Holy Spirit Sect, the man in black robe with the title Ten Thousand Souls. The moment the cold light appeared, his hair suddenly stood up.

The Titled Douluo's combat instinct caused him to quickly turn around and avoid the fatal shot.

However, even though he barely managed to sidestep the blow that pierced the void, the fierce wind carried by the spear tip still impacted Ten Thousand Soul Douluo's feet, and he staggered and almost let go. The hooked soul of a hundred thousand year old soul beast.

“How brave!!”

"Which blind sparrow dares to sneak attack on me!? Get out of here!!!"

Ten Thousand Soul Douluo almost lost the treasure in his hand, and when he reacted, he suddenly became furious.

The dark sleeves of the robe bulged, as if they were hardened into hemlock, and he shot out a bolt of soul power with a sharp swing.

The fierce horse, which could smash a thousand-jin boulder, suddenly rushed to the fluctuating space texture, but was easily broken into two pieces by the sweeping spear tip.

The silver gun seemed to have autonomous consciousness. After breaking through the space, it gave a sudden meal, causing ripples to ripple.

During this exchange, Ten Thousand Soul Douluo noticed something, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Move your steps and step back dozens of meters.

Jiang Shuo slowly walked out of the space, looking up and down at the messy surroundings with half-squinted eyes.

After a while, he called back the spear he threw and focused his attention on the black-robed evil soul master in front of him again.

In just a moment, he had found out that there were no other soul masters around him. Within a radius of dozens of miles, there was only the evil titled Douluo in front of him.

He then concluded that this was a member of the Holy Spirit Cult acting alone, and a sneer slowly appeared in Jiang Shuo's eyes.

"Who are you, Your Excellency? I don't seem to have offended you, right?" When encountering a strong man who knew nothing about his depth, Ten Thousand Souls Douluo suppressed the violence in his heart and spoke in a deep voice.

Hearing the probing question, Jiang Shuo glanced at him lightly.

"You didn't offend me, but you have to die."

The corners of Wanhun Douluo's eyes twitched, and the contempt of being overlooked and the previous anger surged up again.

"Hmph! That's not a small tone."

"A young boy doesn't know the heights of the world. He just learns a few skills and shows off everywhere. This is not a family that lets you go anywhere."

Ten Thousand Souls Douluo His eyes narrowed sharply, and he shot out two sharp-edged gazes. He didn't intend to test him anymore. The other party's unabashed contempt made him feel that nothing could be tested.

Immediately he stepped heavily on the ground and shot into the sky with a bang.

As both sleeves were waved at the same time, several transparent soul bodies shot out from the cuffs.

At the same time, the halo of light floated in circles behind him.

In an instant, three brilliant rays of light, two yellow, two purple, and five black, cast a strange color on the originally pale sky at the edge of the extreme north.

As if that was not enough, Wanhun raised his hand and immediately summoned a flag.

His hands shook violently, and a soul body similar to a mermaid soul beast flew out crazily, covering half of the sky in an instant.

As soon as the soul summoning flag appeared, the mermaid soul beast clamped by the chain immediately held its head in pain and groaned violently, "Help me...save me..."

The spiritual power that the mermaids are particularly good at radiates in all directions, spreading the message of help.

This scene intensified Wanhun’s sneer, and the soul-summoning flag shook even harder.

After a combination of punches, the formation was extremely large, and its power covered half of the sky.

But it also completely exposed the details of his own strength.

Jiang Shuo, who was observing the evil soul master's methods indifferently, disappeared without any incident. When he reappeared, the space seemed to be twisted by a big hand, trembling and cracking.

A bright golden thunderbolt violently squeezed the airflow, and suddenly reached the vest of Ten Thousand Soul Douluo.

A violent life and death crisis suddenly burst into his heart, and Ten Thousand Soul Douluo was horrified.

So fast! !

Spatial properties! ! !

This young man is actually a martial spirit with space attributes! ? ?

When it comes to mystery, nothing in the world can surpass time and space. As long as a little bit of these two attributes appear in a martial spirit, it can definitely be regarded as a top-notch martial spirit!

Now, the space creation ability in front of me is definitely more than just a little bit simple! !

It was too late, there was no way to escape...

No wonder he allowed himself to use it but remained unmoved...

The golden palm exploded brazenly at Ten Thousand Souls Douluo Vest. The fierce explosive force instantly shattered his ribs, penetrated his body, and knocked him backwards to the ground.

Jiang Shuo walked out of the void indifferently, dodged, and suddenly rushed to the Holy Spirit Sect elder who was shot to the ground.

A palm like a golden stone clamped down on the skinny throat, and golden thunder spread throughout his body, destroying the Dantian meridians.

Although he has not given the Nine Mysterious Golden Dragon a soul ring to consolidate his cultivation, the soul power between the two souls is the same. He does not need soul skills, and he can still have the power of a super Douluo with a single palm.

The Holy Spirit Sect elder in front of me is only level ninety-three, worse than Jiang Chuan. How could he possibly escape.

"I wanted to see what you could do to get on the stage."

"Looking at it now, you are just a clown."

The meridians and Dantian were quickly destroyed, and many years of cultivation were in vain. Flow, Ten Thousand Soul Douluo's face was in agony, and his legs were twitching weakly.

A meeting.

Just a meeting.

He was suddenly captured...

This young man turned out to be... a Super Douluo...

Other than a Super Douluo, Wanhun couldn't think of any other cultivation that could crush him. This ninety-three level evil cultivator.

"Let me go...let me go...I'll redeem my life with something..."

My throat was clamped, but in order to save my life, Ten Thousand Soul Douluo still obeyed forcefully. Ventriloquism came from the abdomen.

Jiang Shuo sneered lightly, raised the evil title Douluo in his hand, and looked at it slowly, "What do you think can buy your life?"

"I...I am a core member of the Holy Spirit Cult... I know... I know the information in the sect, I can still be of use..."

Jiang Shuo raised his eyes indifferently, "Tell me about it."

"You have to promise...to let me go... ..."

"A bug caught by the throat has no right to bargain." Jiang Shuo increased his strength and replied coldly.

Wanhun's face suddenly turned red and he couldn't say another word.

A long time.

Jiang Shuo relaxed his grip slightly and said calmly: "I ask, you tell."

As soon as the feeling of suffocation eased, Ten Thousand Soul Douluo nodded with a defeated face, "Okay..."

“Who is the god worshiped by the Holy Spirit Cult?”

"How do you...know that we have..."

"Insects are not qualified to ask questions." Jiang Shuo said coldly.

Wanhun's heart tightened, and he quickly continued, "We...call that adult the evil god."

"Only the leader and the supreme leader know the specific identity...I don't know. ..."

Jiang Shuo's eyes were half-squinted.

Wanhun quickly explained, "I really don't know... I am just an ordinary elder and am not qualified to meet that gentleman..."

"But I learned from other elders with higher seats that this gentleman The abilities and attributes are very evil and very powerful..."

"And...I heard...this is a time of great conflict...many people in the sky are looking for spokespersons on the mainland..."< br>
Jiang Shuo’s eyes were slightly closed.

In a world of great strife...a spokesperson?

No wonder, no wonder.

"What spokesperson forces do you know?"

The young man's sharp eyes made Wanhun's broken body tremble, and he hurriedly thought hard.

"I know one."

"I heard that there is someone behind the Molin Sect..."

(End of this chapter)

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