The Trail of Hatred

Zang Xin's expression did not change at all, but his eyes lit up.

Finally, I was fooled!

Leng Yulai is one of the four kings of Holy Spirit Cult, Level 98 Titled Douluo. Under normal circumstances, it is almost impossible to defeat her in a head-to-head confrontation.

But Zang Xin had no intention of confronting her from the beginning. Every word he said, from "Yun Ming's son" to "Yun Ming and Ya Li's son", was a precisely calculated psychological offensive.

He knows how deep Leng Yulai's obsession is with Yun Ming.

He also knows that obsession is the emotion that most easily exposes flaws.

The ninth Soul Skill of Leng Yulai is indeed terrifying. The power of Phoenix Annihilation is enough to tear Three-Word Battle Armor and penetrate the defense of Limit Douluo, but the premise is.

She can hit it.

The moment she took action in anger, all her attention was focused on Zang Xin and Yun Jingheng.

Dark Bell beside her, the woman who had always stood firmly on the phoenix and never showed any flaws, at the same moment when Leng Yulai broke out, she also subconsciously pointed the bell forward, preparing to cooperate with Leng Yulai's attack from the side.

Then she felt a line of sight.

That's a very strange feeling.

Not murderous aura, not Soul Power fluctuations, but an extremely pure coolness, like the moonlight shining on the skin.

Dark Bell almost instinctively followed the direction of the line of sight and looked over.

She met Yun Jingheng's eyes.

His eyes changed at that moment.

A ball of pale golden light suddenly lit up in the depths of the originally dark pupils. The light was not the color of Soul Ring, but an older and more original power.

The dark silver Reverse Moon behind him flipped over in an instant, and the dark silver faded away, replaced by a New Moon as thin as a silver hook.

Then, a gap opened between his eyebrows.

It is a vertical mark made of pure essence Divine Power, like a third eye opening from the middle of the forehead.

The light emerging from that vertical mark is moon-white, colder than moonlight and clearer than ice.

Dark Bell knew something was wrong the moment he saw that light.

She wanted to look away, wanted to ring the bell, wanted to do anything to interrupt the Soul Skill that was starting, but she found that she couldn't move.

Her eyes were locked.

The moon-white light was like an invisible chain, tightly locking her sight, making it impossible for her to turn her eyes away, close her eyes, or even blink.

Then she saw the tree.

A silver-white Moon Laurel Tree grows from behind Yun Jingheng. The trunk is straight, the branches are stretched, and each leaf is made of the purest moonlight.

The crown of the tree spread out above his head, covering half of the sky. Silver-white osmanthus flowers fell from the branches, and the petals flew silently in the night wind. Each one carried some kind of power that she could not understand.

So beautiful.

This was the last complete thought that flashed through Dark Bell's mind.

Then the petals touched her skin.

Thousand Laurels Burying the Moon.

One of Yun Jingheng's Head Soul Bone techniques, the original Mental Attribute forbidden technique.

Each of those seemingly soft osmanthus petals is a concrete fragment of his spiritual power. What is touched is not the body, but the memory itself.

WC! It hurts!

Dark Bell felt that his memory was beginning to wither.

It is not deleted or sealed, but a more essential and irreversible disappearance.

Just like a flower petal falling from a branch and unable to grow back, certain fragments in her mind disappeared forever the moment she touched the petal.

She didn't even know what she had lost, because even the "loss" itself began to become blurry as the petals fell.

She wanted to scream, but she didn't even have the strength to scream.

And Yun Jingheng hasn't stopped yet.

Light emerged from the vertical marks between his eyebrows again, this time the color was dark gold.

The ray of light shot out from between his eyebrows and directly hit Dark Bell's body, leaving a small, crescent-shaped mark on the placket of her chest.

Laurel Soul Reflecting Shadow.

Ignore distance, ignore status, lock, and cannot be dispelled.

The next attack will definitely cause 500% damage.

Yun Jingheng's face turned pale after launching two Head Soul Bone skills in succession, but his eyes did not waver at all.

The Moonlight Sword condensed from his right hand has begun to accumulate strength, preparing to deliver a fatal blow at the moment when Dark Bell is at its weakest.

But he doesn't need to use this sword anymore.

Because Zang Xin has arrived.

The moment Yun Jingheng switched Reverse Moon to New Moon, Zang Xin understood what this boy was going to do.

He didn't waste even a tenth of a second, Leng Yulai's ninth Soul Skill struck head-on, but her attention was attracted by Yun Jingheng's attack on Dark Bell for a moment. At that moment, there was an extremely slight deviation in the locking of Phoenix Annihilation.

Zang Xin captures this deviation.

He flipped his right hand, and Passionate Sword responded to the call.

It was a long sword with a strange and ancient shape. The sword's blade was not an ordinary metallic luster, but was filled with a kind of brilliance that was between solid and liquid and constantly changing colors.

There are countless tiny runes floating on the sword, and each rune carries the embodiment of an emotion, such as joy, sadness, anger, fear, love, Regret. Thousands of emotions are intertwined on the sword to form a flowing river of light.

Zang Xin The moment he held the sword, his temperament completely changed.

He was standing there before, with a casual posture and a smile on his face. He looked like a gentle and elegant middle-aged scribe.

But as soon as the sword was unsheathed, the edge hidden in the bones was released unabashedly, as if the seal had been lifted.

Amorous Douluo, it is never because of his sentimentality, but because of the sword in his hand, which is dedicated to cutting off the seven emotions and six desires of the people in the world.

Third Soul Skill--Regret.

Zang Xin slashes out with one sword.

Passionate Sword's sword tip drew an arc-shaped trajectory. The sword light was not fast, it could even be said to be very slow. It was so slow that Leng Yulai could clearly see it flying towards him.

But the emotional power wrapped in the sword light had already penetrated her Soul Power barrier before the sword arrived, and poured directly into her sea of consciousness.

Leng Yulai's movements suddenly stopped.

She saw something she didn't want to see.

When she was young, she was full of love for Qing Tiandou Luo Yun Ming, and she mustered up the courage to confess her love. However, she accidentally bumped into her sister Leng Yaozhu talking to Yun Ming alone, and she also saw her sister hugging Yun Ming.

Her talents, family background, and lover were all taken away by her sister. She felt that the whole world was biased towards Leng Yaozhu and that she would always be the redundant one.

Hate.

Endless hatred flooded her like a flood that broke a dam.

"Ah--!!!"

Leng Yulai let out a heart-rending roar, Annihilation Demon Flame exploded in all directions uncontrollably, and Phoenix Annihilation's attack trajectory completely deviated from the direction.

The pillar of flames that originally hit Zang Xin and Yun Jingheng deflected nearly fifteen degrees, brushing against their sides and blasting into the sea, directly vaporizing a large area of seawater, and the rising steam column rushed hundreds of meters into the sky.

Yun Jingheng was forced to abort Soul Bone Skill.

But Leng Yulai is, after all, the Titled Douluo of Level 98.

It only took her less than three seconds to break free from Regret's emotional control. The anger at being fooled made the magic flames around her burn even more intensely.

Dark Phoenix True Body let out a thundering chirp, its wings vibrated violently, and countless purple-black fire feathers fell off from the wings, turning into dense fire arrows and shooting toward Zang Xin overwhelmingly.

Zang Xin surface does not change color.

Seventh Soul Skill--Passionate Sword·Martial Soul Avatar.

His body instantly transformed into a giant sword dozens of feet long. The sword's entire body was filled with seven-colored brilliance, and each color represented the extreme of an emotion.

All the participants in the battle on the entire battlefield paused involuntarily at that moment.

Because they all felt that their emotions were being pulled by something, and their emotions surged uncontrollably in their chests.

All attributes tripled.

The power of emotional control triples.

Then Zang Xin released the eighth Soul Skill.

Field: Since Ancient Times, Passion Leaves Only Regret.

A circle of invisible ripples spread out in all directions with the giant sword he transformed into as the center.

Where the ripples passed by, the air became three-thirds heavier, and time seemed to be slowed down twice. Even the overwhelming fire feathers of Leng Yulai slowed down sharply after entering the scope of the domain, as if they were trapped in some kind of viscous medium.

And the Annihilation Demon Flame attached to those fire feathers began to dim under the suppression of the domain.

Since Ancient Times, Passion Leaves Only Regret has a natural restraint effect on Martial Soul with violent, killing, and dark attributes. Soul Power of Holy Spirit Cult Evil Soul Master will be continuously eroded and suppressed after entering this field, just like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.

Leng Yulai's expression changed.

She felt that her Soul Power was decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the power of Annihilation Demon Flame was weakened by at least 30%.

What made her even more angry was that the emotional power permeating the realm was constantly teasing the deepest pain in her heart.

Those past events that she thought had been buried long ago began to surge again, driven by hatred.

"Ninth Soul Skill--Evil Spirit Abyss-Shaking Roar!"