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Under the feet of Long Zhanye, Soul Ring lights up one by one, black, black, black, red, red, platinum, red!
Seven Soul Ring, arranged in order.
The configuration of Soul Ring instantly made the old man open his mouth in shock, and the blood drained from his lavender face.
It's like seeing a ghost--
No, he has seen ghosts, he has seen many ghosts, and he has seen things scarier than ghosts.
But I have never seen such an evil young man.
"What--?"
His voice changed its tone, becoming sharp and harsh, "Monster--!!!"
Long Zhanye said nothing.
The Sixth Soul Ring under his feet suddenly lit up, and a human figure exactly like him walked out of his body.
The same face, the same clothes, the same Soul Power fluctuations, like a mirror, reflect another self.
Puppet.
But it's not over yet.
I saw that Puppet, imitating the movements of Long Zhanye, slowly raised my right hand,
The Sixth Soul Ring under its feet also lights up.
In the same platinum color, another figure walked out of Puppet's body.
That is Puppet of Puppet, exactly the same as Puppet, with the same aura, appearance, and Soul Power fluctuations.
Two Long Zhanye, no, plus the main body, there are three.
Three figures exuding the same terrifying aura were lined up in a row, uniformly staring at the black-robed old man coldly.
The old man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed dryly.
There was cold sweat oozing out from his back.
It seemed that today's prey was not as easy to catch as he imagined.
"Three against two, this time it's much fairer."
Huo Yuhao and the old man were completely shocked!
They couldn't tell which figure was the real Long Zhanye.
The breath is the same, the Soul Power fluctuations are the same, and even the cold murderous intent between the brows is exactly the same.
It's as if each of those three people is the original body and each one is a clone.
Didn't give them any time to react.
The First Soul Rings under the three Long Zhanyes light up at the same time, and the three black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings rise at the same moment.
Six beams of light shot out from the Sky-Propping Eye opened on the foreheads of the three people at the same time.
The beam exploded the moment it approached Huo Yuhao and Jueyan Douluo.
There was only a thick, gray-white mist that poured out crazily from the center of the explosion and swept the entire land overwhelmingly.
Everything around him instantly turned into a gray, invisible Chaos world.
The visibility was less than three meters, and in the depths of the fog, it was difficult to even see my own hands.
This range became larger and wider after Long Zhanye swallowed up the Chaos Qi that had accumulated for countless thousands of years in Valley of Universe Love Inquiry.
It covers the area of about three large cities. After all, there are now three Long Zhanye, three sources, and the range is three times that of one person.
Huo Yuhao had met Long Zhanye's Chaos Qi at the Ming Capital Soul Guidance Competition.
The gray-white mist can isolate the essence Divine Power, obscure the five senses, and reduce all abilities that rely on perception to waste paper.
So, when he saw the gray light explode.
He did not hesitate to activate the pair of sophisticated seven-level Flight Soul Guidance Device behind him, and retreated violently backwards.
But the gray light spreads far faster than him.
Huo Yuhao Spirit Eye was fully opened, and Spirit Detection was pushed to the limit by him, trying to tear a hole in this gray dead silence.
But the mist swallowed up his essence Divine Power without even a trace of response.
The Eye of Destiny on his forehead had to be opened, and the golden light drew a slender trace of light in the gray fog.
He finally saw something in the blur...
And that old man, Jueyan Douluo, had he never seen such a battle in his life?
He lived for almost a hundred years and walked through the bloody storm of the Sun Moon Royal Family.
Also dormant in the dark lair of Evil Soul Master, what kind of storms and waves have you not experienced?
But the scene in front of him made his old eyes dizzy, and he was at a loss for a moment.
That mist, that weird mist that could swallow sperm Divine Power, made him feel like a cock being strangled by the neck!
But after all, he has the title Douluo.
After a brief gaffe, Jueyan Douluo did not hesitate any longer.
He took a deep breath, his skinny chest swelled high, and then, his Martial Soul-- was released.
That's a pen.
A brush that was completely black, as if soaked in ink.
The pen holder is made of an unknown material, like dry bones, glowing with a pale luster.
Two yellows, two purples, five blacks - nine Soul Rings lit up one by one from his feet.
The standard Soul Ring Configuration, and his Martial Soul, should have been called Divine Brush.
Unfortunately, that was just a name given to him by the world in his incomplete past. Now, he is no longer worthy of using the word "god".
His voice sounded in the mist, "I, Holy Spirit Cult Worship Hall, ranked eleventh..."
"Code--Magic Brush."
He gave his name because he wanted to scare the two ignorant juniors in front of him and make them retreat.
But Long Zhanye doesn't like this at all.
Banned Douluo?
He has seen him since he was a child.
From Elder Jin Peng of the Body Sect, to Xuan Zi of Shrek, to Zhongli Wu, Third Elder, Fourth Elder of Holy Spirit Cult.
Which of those peerless powerful men standing at the pinnacle of the continent has he not seen?
In the eyes of others, the title Douluo is a supreme and powerful person.
But in Long Zhanye's eyes now, he is just prey.
The bigger one, prey.
Magic Brush Douluo's experience can be described as full of twists and turns.
The pen in his hand was called "Divine Brush" sixty years ago.
At that time, he was not Evil Soul Master, not Offering Elder of Holy Spirit Cult, nor was he the devil that everyone reviled.
He was just a court painter.
A talented painter who can turn his paintings into reality.
His paintings can revive dead trees, regenerate broken limbs, and make withered flowers bloom again.
But the court painter, in the game of power, is just a pawn that can be discarded at any time.
He was inadvertently involved in the coup sixty years ago.
His paintings, because they revealed the truth, became the biggest evidence of crime in his life.
The royal family did not kill him.
They broke his hand tendons and his hands were disabled from then on. He could not hold a pen or draw, and it was even difficult for him to pick up his rice bowl.
But he didn't die, he picked up the pen in his mouth.
His first works were not landscapes, flowers and birds.
Instead, he turned his enemies, the whole family, and children one by one into the twisted and terrifying ghosts in his paintings.
From then on, he is no longer "Divine Brush", he is Magic Brush.
Over the decades, his hands have shrunk and become as skinny as chicken feet. They are hidden under the loose black robe and never shown to others.
He has also stopped painting with his hands.
He uses his mouth, his soul, and that pen as a tool to vent his years of resentment.
At this moment, Magic Brush Douluo's hands slowly stretched out from the sleeves of his robe.
Those hands had no flesh and blood, only a thin layer of dry skin wrapped around the bones, and the fingers were bent and deformed.
His mouth slowly opened, and Kong bit the barrel of the pen.
In his eyes, there is no master's calmness, only the madness and distortion that have been suppressed for hundreds of years. He wants to turn the two imps in front of him into new dead souls in his works.