After all these preparations are made.
Long Zhanye took over the pile of Soul Tool behind Jing Hongchen.
There were a lot of Soul Tools in the pile, a dozen of them, and he put them into Storage Belts one by one.
Judging from Long Zhanye and Double Pupil, most of them are Level 7 Soul Tool and Level 8 Soul Tool, which are of high quality and well-made.
But the functions of these Soul Tools seemed to be unique. They were not like any offensive or defensive Soul Tools he had seen.
Instead, it is in the shape of Scepter, a staff, or something like that!
Some are completely black, with a dark red gem inlaid on the top.
Some are as white as bone, with strange lines carved on the staff; some are curved like snakes, as if they were living creatures.
But those Scepter and the staff seem to be different.
Long Zhanye used Double Pupil to carefully explore it and found that there was obviously space for storing items inside.
The space is not large, but it is extremely delicately designed, and it is also covered with layers of sealing formations.
As if something extremely important is being locked up.
Combining the pictures seen in Long Zhanye Heavenly Eye, he guessed--
These staffs and Scepter may be Soul Tool that extracts and extracts souls, and the place where they are stored should be where the souls are stored.
Long Zhanye does not care about the specific transactions between the Mingde Hall and Holy Spirit Cult.
After all, the benefits of their transactions are not gained by themselves, and the disadvantages have no impact on them.
He doesn't have the time to care about these things. He only has eyes for True Dragon Pill and the scene in Heavenly Eye.
At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high, Blood Moon is in the sky.
The moon was strangely round, abnormally round, hanging in the sky like a blood-red eye, coldly overlooking the earth.
The moonlight shines down, dyeing everything with a dark red halo, making the whole world become eerie and terrifying.
Following Jing Hongchen's instructions, Long Zhanye came to Evil Demon Forest, an extremely secluded place.
He flew for two full hours.
After passing through dark forests one after another and crossing deep valleys one after another, we finally reached our destination.
It was a seemingly inconspicuous military camp.
Several dilapidated tents were scattered in the clearing in the forest, surrounded by a simple fence made of wooden stakes.
It looks like an abandoned outpost.
But you can feel it from the outside, the darkness inside, the aura is cold and evil, blending in with the surrounding forest.
If he hadn't known this location in advance, Long Zhanye wouldn't have even looked at this place.
It's so ordinary that no one cares about it.
Long Zhanye took a deep breath and put on the mask tighter.
He pulled up the hood of his robe and walked straight into the military camp.
As soon as he took a few steps, a black shadow flashed out from the darkness.
That Black-Clad Man moved very quickly and silently, appearing in front of him just like Gui Mei.
He moved his right hand forward, and his voice was cold and mechanical:
"Stop!"
Long Zhanye stopped and said calmly:
"Mingde Hall, Po Hongchen."
He could feel that the Black-Clad Man in front of him was probably a Evil Soul Master of Spirit King level.
His status in the church should not be very high.
The aura exposed under the black robe, although cold, was not powerful.
Compared with the Douluo-level Evil Soul Master he had seen in the Xishui Alliance, it was far behind.
Upon hearing this, the black-clothed Evil Soul Master put down his hand, stepped aside, and pointed to the depths of the military camp. "Go straight to the frontmost tent."
His voice was still cold, but his tone was a little more respectful.
Mingde Hall people, even they dare not offend easily.
Long Zhanye nodded and walked towards the black tent.
His steps were light and steady, and his eyes swept over both sides.
There were shadows in those tents, and from time to time, low voices and weird laughter could be heard.
Outside the tent.
Then you can hear the moans of some women. The sounds are unpleasant and very lewd.
There was an indescribable weirdness in that voice.
It seemed that it was not the voice of a living person, but the whine of some kind of controlled Puppet.
Long Zhanye's brows frowned slightly, but he did not stop.
He continued to walk forward, towards the tent at the front, step by step, leisurely.
When we first walked outside the tent, the two Evil Soul Master outside the door seemed to be guards.
They were standing at the entrance of the tent, one on the left and the other on the right. They were tall, with stern faces, and exuded a cold aura.
One of them looked at Long Zhanye up and down.
Then he turned around and walked towards the tent, as if he was asking the people in the tent for instructions.
Long Zhanye stood outside the tent, waiting quietly.
His essence Divine Power unfolded quietly, like an invisible net, covering the entire military camp.
Under the investigation of Long Zhanye.
This military camp is not large, only about 3,000 square meters, but there are more than 400 Evil Soul Master people in it.
There are many auras that are stronger than him, but most of them are four-ring or five-ring Evil Soul Master.
Some of those powerful auras are in the tents, and some are hidden in the dark, like dormant poisonous snakes, ready to attack at any time.
But even so, so many Evil Soul Master are a force that cannot be underestimated.
Four hundred Evil Soul Master, even if most of them are low-level, are enough to give any army a headache.
What's more, there are many high-level beings among them.
From a distance, I could hear the man in the tent having some kind of wild beast-like venting with the woman in the tent.
The voice was unabashed and unscrupulous, as if he didn't care about the people outside at all.
I only heard the moaning sounds of several women coming from the tent.
There was pain in that voice, humiliation, and a kind of numb, mechanical submission.
The guard who just entered was directly scolded by the voice, "Get out!"
The voice was low and hoarse, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.
The guard was scolded and retreated dejectedly.
He glanced at Long Zhanye, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and then he lowered his head and said in a very low voice:
"Just wait a moment, Elder Mask is doing business."
Long Zhanye Hearing this, his heart moved slightly. Elder Mask?
I once saw Elder in the Ming Capital dark market.
At that time, he saw a masked figure from a distance.
The aura was cold and powerful, almost the same as the aura in the tent in front of me.
It's just that he has never seen that person's true face.
The tent was brightly lit.
The light passed through the tent's curtains, illuminating everything inside.
People outside the tent can basically see the inside clearly, not to mention that Long Zhanye has the blessing of Double Pupil.
As long as he concentrates a little on Divine Power, he can see what Elder Mask is doing inside.
He is playing with women.
The women were tied to the bed, some were unconscious, some were still struggling, and some had empty eyes like dead people.
That Elder Mask was naked from the waist up, revealing pustules and scars all over his body, like a toad crawling out of a cesspit.
His movements were rough and brutal, not for love at all, but for venting, torturing, and enjoying the pleasure of controlling other people's destiny.
But then Long Zhanye's attention spread to the entire military camp.
His spirit Divine Power was like a tide, searching tent after tent, exploring corner after corner.
He is looking for the woman in the picture.
He is also checking to see if there is anyone here who could threaten him.