Evil Demon Forest deep in the core.
Holy Spirit Cult.
Four figures gathered together in the main hall, and the faint fire on the stone pillars swayed, illuminating their faces.
Two of them are our old acquaintances, the leader Zhongli Wu and the chief worshipper Long Xiaoyao.
"Chief Minister, is the appearance of your hands really caused by Xuan Zi?" Zhongli Wu looked in disbelief.
Long Xiaoyao sighed softly and said, "Xuan Zi not only reached the limit, but also Martial Soul mutated and evolved, the sacred cow turned into a dragon..."
He grasped the hand that had grown back flesh, a look of fear flashed in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "His current Martial Soul Taotie Divine Dragon suppresses me."
As soon as these words came out.
Zhongli Wu's pupils shrank, he turned his head and looked at the charming woman beside him, full of shock.
On the first seat.
Ye Xishui glanced at Long Xiaoyao's hands, his expression cold and calm, but there was a trace of imperceptible distress in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter, even if he turns into a dragon, he can't shake me Holy Church. The goal of this trip was successfully achieved. Everything was not in vain. It's just a pity that two Great Enshrined were lost."
"Last time I lost three elders, Holy Church, and this time I lost two more to worship, Xuan Zi... Oh, let him be proud for a while first, and I will take action when the time comes."
"The supreme leader is wise." Zhongli Wu complimented.
He is very aware of his mother's strength. As a veteran, Martial Soul is not suppressed by the dragon bloodline, so it is easy to handle a Xuan Zi.
But at this time.
The seductive woman suddenly spoke up, frowned slightly, and said hesitantly, "What if the eighth-level Soul Cannon fails to kill that target?"
Ye Xishui stopped tapping his fingertips on the armrest, and Long Xiaoyao was also attracted by these words.
"That is an eight-level Soul Cannon bomb. Even a Titled Douluo can be killed. The target is just a Soul Elder. There is no way it will survive!" Zhongli Wu said firmly.
Feng Ling frowned even more when she heard this. She felt more and more something was wrong, so she began to analyze,
"According to the information sent back by Shrek spies, apart from Xuan Zi who is entangled with the beast god Star Dou Great Forest, there is only one level 80 Soul Douluo around the target."
"Nether Lamp and Love Spider are both worshiped by Titled Douluo who is level 94 and above. It would have been impossible for them to take such a long time."
"Furthermore, as far as I know, the eighth-level Soul Cannon that the chief minister mentioned is Nether Lamp's trump card. Against two weaklings, there is no way he would choose to detonate it!"
"I think the two worshipers must have encountered some special situation..."
As soon as these words came out, the main hall fell into dead silence.
Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui frowned at the same time, carefully considering what Feng Ling said in their minds.
Zhongli Wu also reacted, the light in his eyes kept changing, and he held the black scepter, his knuckles turning white.
After a few breaths.
Ye Xishui stood up slowly and raised his command towards the open space on the left to create a strange dark red vortex.
Long Xiaoyao's pupils are shrunk and his mood is complicated.
It's Soul-Seizing Technique.
This kind of evil magic can summon souls that have died within seven days, and the summoned soul can only exist for three minutes. Once the time has passed, it will be annihilated and completely lose reincarnation.
She has always used it for torture and pleasure...
In the main hall,
The dark red vortex rotated crazily, emitting a strange scream, and the temperature of the entire main hall seemed to have dropped a few points.
A cloud of gray mist emerged from the vortex, and then condensed into a translucent shadow, which was enshrined by Nether Lamp.
His face was distorted and his eyes were unfocused, and he obviously suffered great pain before his death.
Seeing only a shadow, Ye Xishui raised his eyebrows, and then activated the vortex again, but the result was the same.
"It's strange that the soul enshrined by Love Spider can't be recalled..." Ye Xishui said in a deep voice.
"Because... because she was swallowed..." Nether Lamp's distracted eyes condensed.
"What? Devoured?" Zhongli Wu was stunned, wondering if he heard it wrong.
Holy Spirit Cult's offering was devoured??
That's level ninety-four Titled Douluo!
Are you sure you're not kidding?
Ye Xishui was also a little confused by Nether Lamp's words, and his mind couldn't turn around at once.
After all, she Holy Spirit Cult is the Evil Soul Master base camp for the entire continent. Who dares to swallow the sacrifices of Holy Spirit Cult?
And even if Evil Soul Master has the courage, he must have the strength to swallow up the account!
Is it possible that besides her Holy Spirit Cult, there are other Evil Soul Master organizations hidden on the mainland?
This is a big deal!
Ye Xishui felt a thump in his heart and asked, "Did you bump into other Titled Douluo-level Evil Soul Master?"
"No! No..." Nether Lamp's soul trembled violently, and his voice was hoarse and intermittent, "It's that... that kid... he is not an ordinary person!!"
"He can activate Martial Soul Avatar, and he is the true form of 100,000-Year Soul Ring..."
"100,000-Year Soul Ring?!" Zhongli Wu interrupted, "This is impossible, he is Soul Elder, where did he get 100,000-Year Soul Ring?"
"I don't know..." Nether Lamp shook his head twitchingly, and then said, "His Martial Soul... has another form..."
"Darkness...Evil, so pure, so extreme! Love Spider That old woman's Martial Soul was so pressed by him that she couldn't even lift her head..."
"Then is he dead or not?" Feng Ling asked.
"Level 8 Soul Cannon... I detonated Level 8 Soul Cannon... He must be dead!"
"Jie Jie Jie, he is dead, he must be dead! I took revenge for the old woman... I took revenge..."
Nether Lamp's soul fell into madness, covering his face with his hands and repeating the three words "revenge".
After listening to a few words from Nether Lamp, Ye Xishui almost made a guess.
She waved his soul away and sat back down on her almost hollow high heels.
"Evil, darkness... interesting! Martial Soul dual form? I didn't expect Shrek Academy to hide such a strange person!"
Long Xiaoyao remained silent.
Feng Ling is still struggling with the core issue, that is, is this goal dead or not?
Zhongli Wu's eyes were burning, "It's him, it must be him!" He turned to look at Ye Xishui and said excitedly, "The Supreme Leader, he is the Holy Son we want to find!!"
"Shut up! Of course I know!" Ye Xishui looked uncertain, feeling regret in his heart.
She didn't expect that the boy named Su Ling, Martial Soul, could actually switch forms, and could suppress Love Spider for worship. The quality must be at least the best!
Ultimate Thunder, Ultimate Evil...
What a perfect candidate for the Son of God!
What a pity!
"He must not be dead!" Zhongli Wu raised the corner of his mouth and said firmly, "If he is dead, Xuan Zi that old guy will definitely come to fight for his life!"
At this time, Long Xiaoyao, who had been silent all this time, also spoke up, rarely echoing, "Yes, Xuan Zi attaches great importance to that boy."
Ye Xishui didn't answer, he just raised his eyes to look at the two of them, and then suddenly smiled.
"Very good! In that case, Zhongli Wu, use the nail planted in Shrek, and you must welcome back my holy son, Holy Church!"
"Yes, Supreme Leader!"
Zhongli Wu grinned, turned around and left quickly. He was already looking forward to seeing Su Ling.
Feng Ling thought for a moment and followed closely.
The main hall fell silent.
The ghostly fire reflected on the stone wall covered with black moss, dragging Long Xiaoyao's shadow until it was crumbling.
Ye Xishui stood up from the front seat, approached slowly, then stretched out his arms and hugged him from behind...