Chapter 48: Poison can’t kill you!
As the spell was chanted, subtle changes began to occur on the battlefield. The originally thin natural elements seemed to be awakened by some kind of power, gradually gathering into warm and powerful forces that surrounded Sumu.
This force not only resisted the erosion of the dark realm, but also continued to grow, accumulating energy for the upcoming counterattack.
When the evil soul master saw this, his expression changed drastically. He realized that things were far more complicated than he imagined.
However, at this moment, he has no retreat and can only bite the bullet and face the upcoming challenge. The soul guide in his hand glowed brightly, preparing to deliver the final fatal blow.
At this moment, Langya moved instantly.
Lang Ya's movements were completed almost instantaneously. He was well aware of the horror and price of Sumu's elf talent. It was a taboo technique that overdrawn one's life in exchange for short-term and extreme power.
There was an undoubted determination in his eyes, and he quickly formed seals with his hands. A powerful spiritual power was like an invisible chain, suddenly wrapped around Su Mu's innate skill that was about to be released.
"Su Mu, stop!"
Lang Ya's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an irresistible majesty.
He knew that once Su Mu really used that skill, although it could temporarily reverse the situation of the battle, the damage to herself would be immeasurable and may even be life-threatening.
Su Mu was interrupted by this sudden mental impact, his body trembled slightly, and a trace of unwillingness and confusion flashed in his eyes.
She looked up at Lang Ya, and there seemed to be a thousand words in those clear eyes, but in the end they just turned into a gentle sigh. "I……"
She lowered her head, slowly released her hands, and the elf power that was about to gather dissipated into nothingness.
Seeing this, the Evil Soul Master Titled Douluo curled up into a sneer. He obviously didn't expect that anyone could stop Su Mu from releasing such a powerful talent.
He stretched out his figure and approached like a ghost. The black mist around him became thicker, as if it was about to swallow up the entire battlefield.
"Hmph, you're just an ant, are you trying to stop me?" Evil Soul Master Titled Douluo snorted. He waved the soul guide in his hand, and waves of evil power surged out, approaching Lang Ya, Su Mu and the others. Come.
His voice was cold and biting, with a heart-stopping pressure.
Faced with this overwhelming evil force, Lang Ya did not flinch.
He knew that retreating at this moment meant failure and meant that his companions would fall into a more dangerous situation. Therefore, he straightened his back, and the soul power in his body surged, preparing to face this life and death battle.
"Justice may be late, but it will never be absent!"
Lang Ya's voice was sonorous and powerful. He raised a strange-looking staff-like soul guide in his hand. He raised it high, and it glowed with a large amount of spiritual power that was like substance.
This is? The evil soul master instantly took a few steps back. Although he did not recognize this soul guide, he still hurriedly retracted the scattered soul power out of caution and contracted his defense.
However, Lang Ya did not move for half a minute, and Wang Teng couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "Brother, is this some kind of powerful soul guide?
Or is it the secret weapon given to you by the lord? "
Lang Ya said with some embarrassment, "No, this is the sect master's summoner.
We entrusted a black organization to design and produce it for us. The sect master will sense that within the Tianhun Empire, the sect master will rush over at full speed. "
Wang Teng asked again, "Then you just pretended to have some big killer weapon?"
Lang Ya replied matter-of-factly: "Yes, the sect leader is a big killer." Wang Teng was speechless for a while, and he was looking for a black organization? "What kind of dark organization did you find? Is it reliable?
Don't use it at critical times. "
"Don't worry, it's reliable. That organization is serious about soul guidance device research, but the boss behind them is named Hei."
Seeing that the anger of the Evil Soul Master Titled Douluo was about to turn into substance, Su Mu couldn't help but remind him, "You two, respect me a little bit. Anyone with good mental strength can hear me."
Wang Teng and Lang Ya were instantly embarrassed and looked at each other and smiled, "Hahaha, is that so?"
The evil soul master roared angrily: "You young disciples who despise me so much will have your bones buried here today!"
As he spoke, he suddenly rushed forward and headed towards Wang Teng.
Su Mu's eyes narrowed and he yelled sweetly: "Old man, what kind of title Douluo are you bullying the two of them!
I have never seen such a shameless person!"
Several people were entangled together, and suddenly a huge intimidation of soul power came instantly.
At this moment, the sky seemed to be torn apart by invisible hands, and a bright sound of breaking through the sky suddenly sounded, making the air around him tremble.
Immediately afterwards, a meteor-like figure cut through the sky. Its speed was so fast that it seemed to be able to transcend the constraints of time and instantly descended on the war-torn battlefield.
It was an old man wearing a red robe. The wind and frost of the years had carved deep marks on his face, but his eyes were as bright as stars, shining with transcendent wisdom and majesty.
The only thing that ruins his image is that this old man has a green bald hairstyle
He is the leader of the Noumenon Sect, Poison is not dead, a name that is resounding in the soul master world, and an existence that makes countless evil soul masters fearful. .
"Hmph, even a mere evil soul master dares to act so arrogantly here!"
The poisonous voice was as cold as ice, cutting through the din of the battlefield and reaching people's hearts. His words contained unquestionable authority and power, making everyone present feel the shock from the depths of his soul.
With the movement of his figure, the space seemed to be distorted, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the evil soul master titled Douluo.
The evil soul master's title Douluo's face instantly turned extremely ugly. He never expected that in this remote place, he would encounter such a terrifying opponent as the master of the Noumenon Sect.
No, buddy, I thought you two were chatting there, did you really invite Du BuShui over?
An unprecedented fear and despair surged in his heart, but his dignity and pride as a titled Douluo made him unwilling to give in.
So, he tried his best to condense all the evil power in his body into the soul guide in an attempt to make a final struggle.
However, all these struggles seemed so feeble in the face of the absolute strength of the poisonous immortals.
Du Bushui raised his hand and waved, and a majestic soul power surged out of his body, like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable.
This soul power quickly condensed into a huge palm in the air. It was wrapped with green and golden light, and with the power of destroying the world, it suddenly shot towards the evil soul master.
When the Evil Soul Master Titled Douluo saw this, he was horrified. He waved his soul guide with all his strength to resist, but the huge palm was as heavy as a mountain and easily defeated his attack.
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