Chapter 212

"Time is running out. You are the one chosen by the God of killing!"

"Before I became the king of God, I was just a little person in the world. One day, I saw through the truth of killing, and then my strength advanced by leaps and bounds, soared into the divine world, created the divine throne, and controlled the God of killing and criminal law!"

The killing sword with blood and wings is fading.

"This sword smoothes the injustice in the world. This sword is worthy of the people in the world!"

Killing is not an end, nor a process, but a means!

A man should hold a three foot green peak and make great achievements!

"The last power helps you calm the fire of killing in your heart. If you are still controlled by the desire to kill in the future, I will pull the inheritance of the God of killing out of your body. From then on, you will no longer be the master of my capital of killing, nor the successor of my God of killing."

The colloidal object floating in the sea of spiritual power was swallowed by a red blood light, gradually sank, and finally fell to the depth.

Everything is calm, and ye can is sweating profusely.

After the pressure disappeared, Zhang Peng still asked with lingering fear, "little Lord, are you okay?"

Ye can's body seemed to be hollowed out. He shook his head with a bitter smile. "The power in his body is really violent. It has been suppressed. Did they tell where the elephant beetle sect is?"

"Before I could... I was stunned by you, young Lord."

Ye can sees several people lying behind him. Even Ning Rongrong and Ye Zi are not spared. He sighs gently, "we have to leave here. The Wulin hall and the Tiandou imperial garrison are estimated to be on the way. At this time, I have no self-protection ability."

The evolution of the writing wheel eye not only increased ye can's strength a lot, but also consumed the soul and spirit in her body.

"Where shall we go?"

Ye can ponders for a moment, "about a thousand miles northwest of notting City, there is a forest called the most prosperous soul beast of Tiandou empire."

Zhang Peng naturally knew about the ghost forest, but he was a little worried about the safety of the people. "Young Lord, it is said that there are two hundred thousand year old ghost animals living in that forest. Is it not appropriate for us to go rashly? Moreover, the royal family of Tiandou Empire took the ghost forest as their own back garden, and the soul master guarded the only way to enter the soul forest every day."

"What? Are we still afraid of the soldiers of Tiandou Empire?"

"Clear!"

Zhang Peng grabbed the arms of the two girls and put them on his body. The four moved towards the northwest of notting.

Half an hour after ye can left notting City, a group of soul masters in red robes came to the street where ye can released his killing intention just now.

The first is an old man. His red robe is carved with a long knife. There are several strong plant spirits around the long knife.

"Hmm? The power here is too powerful!" the old man touched his beard and said, "where are the soul masters in the notting City branch of the martial soul hall?"

"Ten elders, I just got the news that the Wu soul hall in Notting city was destroyed by a mysterious man three hours ago."

"What?"

"Who dares to go to war with our Wulin hall? As the head of Wulin hall stationed in Tiandou Empire, why didn't I know about it?" the old man looked unhappy. "Lord Zhan? Isn't he sent by the general hall to perform the task? Ordinary soul emperors are not his opponents."

A middle-aged man standing beside the old man said in a deep voice, "according to the information given by notting's sub hall, it is said that the person who destroyed the sub Hall of our martial soul hall is a title Douluo! Moreover, he is powerful and does not lose to the two elders at the main hall of our martial soul hall."

"Title Douluo?!"

The old man frowned and immediately said, "are the last three revenge? The last three are really difficult to deal with like dog skin plaster. Destroying the Wu soul hall in Notting city shows that they are afraid of us."

"The enemies in the Wuhun Hall of notting city may come from the Qibao Liuli sect, one of the three sects!"

"Qibao Liuli sect? Ten elders, our Wuhun temple and Qibao Liuli sect have a cooperative relationship at this time. How can they be enemies with our Wuhun temple?"

As the sect of the first auxiliary martial soul in the world, in order to enhance its combat effectiveness, Qibao Liuli sect must find soul master disciples with combat talent from other places and buy a certain amount of weapon reserves as strategic resources in the future.

Haotian sect is hidden from the world. Because of all kinds of deeds, Landian overlord sect seems to have been thrown out of the scope of its strongest influence, while Qibao Liuli sect can only choose and Wuhun hall to seek skin from the tiger.

"The fluctuation of martial spirits in Qibao Liuli pagoda is different from that of other martial spirits, but their sect disciples can't have such powerful power!" the old man analyzed: "maybe someone coerced the disciple of Qibao Liuli sect? Xiao Qi!"

"Yes!"

"Go and tell the pope that there is a trace of a suspicious person in Notting city. In fact, his power is not under the title duel, and this person has countless relationships with the Qibao Liuli sect. It does not rule out the small actions of the Qibao Liuli sect or the coerced disciples of the Qibao Liuli sect."

After a group of soul masters in the Wu soul hall left, an old man hiding in the dark of the street walked slowly with a crutch. The next figure did appear 100 meters away. He shook the dust on his body and smelled the smell in the air. Then his face appeared a little dignified, "No wonder the boss asked me to protect him secretly. Unexpectedly, there was a terrible power hidden in the little broken child's body."

The old man has white hair and young face. His seemingly old body is actually blooming with majestic power of life.

"It seems that the boss is enlightened. Finally, he is not stupid to wait for the Lord to arrange..."

The old man moved slowly in the direction ye can and they left. Every step he took appeared hundreds of meters away.