Douluo: Black Hole Spirit, Inheriting the God of Destruction at the Start

"Oh no! Ziyuan, hold your breath quickly, there's something wrong with this scent!"

Yang Wuhui's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted.

Hearing Yang Wuhui's warning, Yang Ziyuan quickly pinched his nose and mouth, holding his breath.

However, because it happened so suddenly, both of them had already inhaled quite a bit.

"Not good, it's Soul-Sealing Incense!"

Soul-Sealing Incense, as the name suggests, is a type of sandalwood that can seal a soul master's soul power.

The duration of the seal varies depending on the strength of the soul master.

However, even for a Title Douluo, it could seal their power for an hour!

But, as far as he knew, this type of sandalwood had long been lost to history.

He never expected to encounter it here today!

At this moment, Yang Wuhui's face was deathly pale; he had already realized that the soul power within his body could not be used at all, as if it had been completely locked away.

Moreover, his eyelids were constantly drooping, and it seemed he might faint at any moment.

What should I do? Are we really going to meet our end here today?

Yang Wuhui was filled with anxiety.

He truly could not imagine that in such a remote place, they would actually encounter someone possessing Soul-Sealing Incense.

Yang Ziyuan, however, remained very calm.

Still, he continued to put on a show of being extremely weak.

After all, he also wanted to see who exactly wanted them dead.

Before long, Yang Wuhui collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, Yang Ziyuan followed suit and fell down as well.

At this moment, a figure flickered outside the window, and then a man wearing a black robe and a ghost mask walked in.

Looking at the two people lying on the floor, the corner of the man's mouth curled into a sinister grin: "Hehehe, caught two more big fish!"

Having said that, the black-robed man hoisted Yang Ziyuan and his companion onto his shoulders and sprinted toward the wilderness.

Not long after, Yang Ziyuan realized they had arrived in a valley.

Inside this valley, there were two other black-robed figures, as well as several unconscious soul masters.

"Third brother, where did you go? Why did it take you so long to come back?"

"Boss, you know how it is. There are more and more people sent by Spirit Hall to hunt us down, so I had to go further away to catch blood sacrifices."

"That's true! It seems that before long, we'll have to head to Slaughter City to lay low."

Hearing the words of the lead black-robed man, Yang Ziyuan immediately understood that these three were definitely Evil Soul Masters!

Otherwise, what kind of decent person would need blood sacrifices for cultivation? And why would they keep talking about running off to Slaughter City?

"Boss, let's put the Slaughter City matter aside for now. Today, I brought back something good!"

"Oh, what good thing?"

"A blood sacrifice of a Title Douluo!"

"A Title Douluo?!!"

"That's right!"

When Yang Ziyuan and his companion first entered the small town, he had already set his sights on them.

Relying on his ancestral Soul-Sealing Incense, he had captured the two of them without any trouble.

If he hadn't been afraid of being discovered by Spirit Hall, he wouldn't have brought them back at all!

At this moment, the other two used a special technique to verify that Yang Wuhui was indeed a Title Douluo, and they were overjoyed.

"Third brother, you've performed a great service this time! As long as we devour him, the three of us brothers will be able to dominate even if we go to Slaughter City!"

"Is that so? I'm afraid you won't live long enough to get there!"

-08-11 00:52:55 Author: Kuangbiao de Xianyu

"Who? Who is speaking?"

The sudden voice gave the three black-robed men a start, as they were terrified that it might be someone from Spirit Hall who had tracked them down.

"Stop looking, I'm behind you."

Hearing this, the three black-robed men immediately turned around.

"Eh, it's you?!! Didn't you inhale my Soul-Sealing Incense? How are you still awake?"

After seeing Yang Ziyuan clearly, the third black-robed man was extremely surprised.

Yang Ziyuan's awakening left him somewhat puzzled.

He knew the effects of the Soul-Sealing Incense very well; hadn't he seen that Yang Wuhui, a Title Douluo, still hadn't regained consciousness?

Yet, a mere Soul Emperor kid was actually able to wake up early. Could it be that he possessed some kind of treasure?

Thinking of this, a flicker of greed crossed his eyes, wanting to claim the treasure for himself.

"Old Third, why waste words with him? Just slaughter the Soul Emperor brat. Besides, he can serve as an appetizer before we taste the Title Douluo's flesh!"

On the other side, the black-robed second brother narrowed his eyes, revealing a bloodthirsty expression.

"Fine! Since Second Brother said so, let's start by carving up this kid!"

With that said, the black-robed Hu San no longer hesitated.

"Fifth Spirit Ability, Blood Vine Strangling!"

Following Hu San's low roar, dozens of blood-red vines suddenly condensed behind him.

These vines twisted their bodies frantically as if they were alive, resembling a group of hideous, writhing venomous snakes, before winding toward Yang Ziyuan at an astonishing speed!

"Hmph, petty tricks!"

Facing the assault of these vines, Yang Ziyuan let out a cold snort, his face showing a look of disdain.

The next second, a black light suddenly flashed across his body, making him look like a brilliant piece of obsidian.

"Fourth Spirit Ability, Soul-Devouring Flame!"

As soon as the words fell, a scorching aura erupted from within his body.

The black flames surged out like a volcanic eruption, instantly sweeping toward the surroundings.

The black flames burned the vines, making crackling sounds as if they were going to incinerate the entire world.

In no time at all, the dozens of vines were reduced to ashes.

Bathed in the black flames, Yang Ziyuan looked like an invincible god of war, radiating endless majesty and dominance.

Seeing the black flames were so fierce, Hu San's expression changed slightly, a trace of shock flashing in his eyes.

He had never seen such powerful flames, and a hint of fear couldn't help but well up in his heart, but he quickly calmed himself down.

After all, he was a Soul Saint-level powerhouse; how could he be scared by a mere Soul Emperor!

With that, Hu San no longer hesitated and directly activated his seventh spirit ability.

"Seventh Spirit Ability, Blood Vine Avatar!"

"You death-seeking brat, go to hell! Hehehe!!!"

Accompanied by Hu San's strange laughter, a massive blood vine bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it lunged toward Yang Ziyuan.

Watching the giant blood vine rushing toward him, Yang Ziyuan did not feel any fear.

Instead, a cold sneer appeared on his face, "You think you can take me down with just this? You're dreaming!"

"Fifth Spirit Ability, Gravity Chain!"

The activation of a 100,000-year spirit ability shocked the two black-robed men watching from the sidelines.

"What the hell? This kid actually possesses a 100,000-year spirit ring?"

"A 100,000-year spirit ring! That's not common! Boss, did we capture an important figure from Spirit Hall?"

Looking at the 100,000-year spirit ring on Yang Ziyuan and recalling Yang Wuhui, the Title Douluo, the black-robed second brother once thought that their group had definitely captured an important character from Spirit Hall.

Otherwise, what other faction could possibly put together such a configuration?

Hearing the black-robed second brother's question, the expression of the leader in black turned very ugly.

"What are you afraid of! Spirit Hall has been hunting us for so long; it's time to make them bleed! Second, you go up too, and try to end the battle as quickly as possible!"

However, in the time it took them to speak, Hu San had already been restrained by Yang Ziyuan.

The blood vine had been firmly locked down by the Gravity Chain. And Hu San himself was bound in place, unable to move.

"Second Brother, come help me!"