Chapter 570

All the soul masters in the hall of martial spirit who saw this scene were very angry, but they were also a little scared. They felt sad.

It was a total of more than 20 soul fighters. They were not the kind of soul worshippers, nor the kind of cats and dogs. However, so many powerful people died in the hands of Wang Jian in the blink of an eye.

"You devil

Douluo, the title of Wuhun hall, glared at Wang Jian. His eyes seemed to be eager to produce phlegm and flesh.

"I'm the devil?"

Wang Jian couldn't help laughing, but the smile looked very cold.

He stood on a flower tree with scattered flowers. The branches of the tree had many cuts and cracks. It looked like it was falling, but Wang Jian stood firmly on it.

Wang Jian's eyes were indifferent, and he pointed to the battlefield behind them with a loud and powerful voice.

"Look at those who lie down, those who are still fighting. What are their sins?"

"You have brought disaster and killing!"

"Why don't you ask the God you worship and how she judges it?"

As Wang Jian's voice fell, some of the title touluo's faces were unnatural, while others sighed.

Why don't they know that there is something wrong with today's Wuhun hall.

"Bewitch the public with evil words!"

The title Douluo who just made a sound was acutely aware of the depressed will of his colleagues around him. His face changed slightly and he suddenly cheered.

His eyes are bright and bright, like the eyes of God, and golden like the rising sun. The light scattered from the dimness stings people's eyes.

Invisible, it seems that something flashed, but did not cause the slightest waves.

Seeing Wang Jian without any movement, he drew a curve slowly from the corner of his mouth, and felt relieved.

Boy, you are too young!

Huh?

Soon, he frowned and looked at Wang Jian suspiciously.

Wang Jian glanced at him and said, "it's boring to carve insects."

"You... How can you be ok?"

The title Douluo couldn't help questioning. His martial spirit is the sun god pupil. Although it can't be called a pure spirit martial spirit, his spiritual attack is absolutely not weak. At least it's not something that a soul master can easily resist.

But looking at Wang Jian's calm face, he seemed to have nothing to do.

Strange, this young man is too strange!

"Ask Yama for that."

Wang jianxinnian moved, and some puppets who supported others in the distance flew back.

Hui! Yin! Spirit! Unknown Douluo! Three great ant emperors!

It's just the fighting power of the title Douluo level!

Douluo, the other title of the martial spirit hall, was aware of it and directly met it with a gloomy face.

And the title Douluo with golden eyes was staring at Wang Jian. Suddenly, a brilliant golden flame appeared in his golden eyes, and the flame was burning up along the corner of his eyes.

Shua!

He was about to rush to Wang Jian, but a blank figure stopped him.

Damn it!

Looking through the figure in front of him, he found that Wang Jian's eyes had already left them and looked at the vast sky.

"You, up!"

He fixed his eyes on the puppet who seemed to have no wisdom. He did not turn his head back and yelled angrily at those soul fighters behind him.

In addition to them, there are more than a dozen soul fighters in the martial spirit hall. If you add the 20 or so soul fighters that Wang Jiangang just eliminated, the number of soul fighters sent out by the martial spirit hall this time has reached 40!

This is not counting the soul fighters in Xingluo battlefield, Wuhun city and other places. If these soul fighters are added up, the number of soul fighters in Wuhun hall can be doubled, even if it is not more than 100.

The strength of wuhundian is not just a matter of words. As the most powerful force in Douluo, they have a profound foundation.

The more than ten soul fighters in the back looked at each other, and after looking at each other, they began to bite their teeth, with the intention of death!

Although the screams of their colleagues at the time of their death still linger in their ears, they have to make it now.

Don't you see so many Title touluo are fighting fiercely, what will happen if they retreat?

Run away on the battlefield, it's a deserter!

The one who is in power in the martial spirit hall is not a kind Lord. He will be cleared afterwards.

Wang Jian glanced at them and waved his hand. A dozen pink petals appeared in front of him. On those petals, there was a touch of red blood and meat mud.

More than a dozen black clay dolls float out of the storage soul guide. The petals melt into the clay dolls. Wang Jian finishes the seal quickly in his hand. The clay dolls begin to expand rapidly and gradually become normal adult size.

The faces of those hundouluo who rushed over were uncertain. This

In their unbelievable eyes, these puppets turned into their fallen colleagues, but they were expressionless and didn't seem to have emotion.

This strange method makes them feel numb. Subconsciously, they look at the pale Wang Jian behind the mud puppet.

Who is he?!

Even they have never heard of such a horrible and strange method. You know, wuhundian is one of the oldest forces in the whole Douluo continent, and it is also the one with the richest collection of books.

Even the most famous masters in the theoretical circle draw nourishment from the library of wuhundian, and then put forward the ten core competitiveness.

But Wang Jian's method still made them feel creepy, because they had never heard of it.

After sending the puppets to stop the more than ten Title touluo, Wang Jian breathed out a bit of turbid air, and his brows could not help wrinkling. At the moment, his soul power was also overdrawn.

All his soul skills are universal. His strength can grow with his cultivation. At this time, any of his soul skills can be regarded as the ninth one. Although his strength has become stronger, it also means that his soul power consumption will be quite large.

Before, he reincarnated seven touluo level strong men, and then performed a large-scale fifth soul skill. Now, after reincarnation of more than ten touluo, his soul power is almost exhausted.

In the vast sky, the war continues.

Wang Jian looked at the two figures in the sky and murmured to himself: "originally, I was prepared to keep them for bibidong and Qianren snow. Now I'll give them to you."

A sharp light flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, the effects of life field, angel dance and endless aura appear at the same time, and the soul power in his body begins to recover madly.

In addition to the essence of life and the soul power recovery potion developed by Tong Lao, after taking it, the soul power in his body has recovered more than half in an instant, and the speed is not bad.

Among the clouds, after competing with the dark night, qiandaoliu, who was lifted by the waves, suddenly frowned and looked toward the ground.

They look at each other with different eyes.