Child-Mother Blood Puppet, give chase!
As the words fell, a dazzling, brilliant starlight suddenly shone forth!
Xu Xiaoyan. She raised her Star Wheel Ice Staff high in the air, and the three Soul Ring under her feet—yellow, yellow, and purple—shone brightly at the same time!
In the past six months, she has already completely absorbed the Star Luo Spirit Pearl that Lu Guan gave her. Not only has her Martial Soul quality undergone another transformation, but her Soul Power has also broken through to the Three-Ring Soul Elder realm with unstoppable momentum!
Buzz--!
A dazzling golden light flashed in mid-air, then transformed into countless golden chains formed from starlight. Ignoring the distance in space, they instantly Entanglement around the ankles of the black-clad man who was about to use Blood Escape!
Third Soul Skill: Star Wheel Chain!
Absolutely true, mandatory control!
Regardless of cultivation level or Martial Soul.
It only takes a second to pull it out!
"What the hell?!"
The man in black was terrified, realizing with horror that his Soul Power and Blood Qi had completely stopped at that moment. He was like an ancient insect sealed in amber, frozen in mid-air!
In a battle between masters, not to mention a second, even the blink of an eye can be enough to decide life and death!
A sharp light flashed in Mu Ye's eyes, and his dark gold Mecha instantly disassembled and reassembled, transforming into a giant heavy sword over ten feet long with a series of rapid clicking sounds!
With his bare hands wielding the blade, Mu Ye stomped his foot, transforming into a streak of dark golden light, and slashed down diagonally with both hands holding the sword!
Pfft--!
A flash of blade, and a fountain of blood gushed into the sky!
The Holy Spirit Cult elder, who was at the Titled Douluo level, didn't even have time to utter a half-scream. He had just broken free from the Star Wheel Chain ' control for a second when he was cleaved in two from head to toe by this domineering and unparalleled blade!
The warm blood mist was still floating in the air when another plume of black smoke had already climbed over the courtyard wall and escaped a kilometer away in the blink of an eye.
Mu Ye, holding the massive heavy sword in his backhand, was about to give chase when an arm covered in black armor suddenly appeared from the side.
"I'll go, teacher."
The sound from beneath Lu Guan's mask had a metallic hum.
Mu Ye paused, turned to glare at his disciple, and was about to berate him for his recklessness. That was Titled Douluo- level Evil Soul Master...
Before he could finish speaking, Mu Ye sensed something was wrong; Lu Guan wasn't such a reckless person.
He activated his Qi, spreading his Divine Power and gaining perception.
Really!
The massive plume of black smoke, though incredibly fast, exhibited a slightly different kind of Soul Power fluctuation at its core.
It's fake!
Immediately afterwards, Mu Ye looked sharply towards the underground drainage ditch in the southeast corner.
There, a faint, chilling aura, almost blending into the underground silt, was silently seeping out along the ground!
Cicada Shedding Its Shell?
Mu Ye snorted coldly, the heavy sword in his hand humming. "You'd better be careful."
Before he could finish speaking, Mu Ye transformed into a dark golden cannonball, crashing through the southeast corner of the courtyard wall and disappearing with a thunderous roar.
The dust in the courtyard hadn't yet settled, and Luo Tianming and Lin Zheng were completely dumbfounded.
Lin Zheng wiped the bloodstains splattered on his work clothes, his throat dry. He turned to Zhen Hua, who remained calm, and asked, "President, did I hear that right? His Mu Ye sent Lu, a mere Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, to hunt down a titled elder of the Holy Spirit Cult alone?"
Luo Tianming pushed up the soul-guided lens that had slipped down to the tip of his nose, his heart churning with turmoil.
Zhen Hua understood his friend well; Lu Guan was like a treasure to him, and he would never let him take such a risk.
There must be another reason behind this.
Meanwhile, Lu Guan was on a fast pursuit.
In my mind, I recall the introduction given by Na Nali.
An Ming, an elder of the Holy Spirit Cult. His Martial Soul is related to blood and is extremely special, capable of differentiating into mother and child bodies.
The mother and child bodies have similar auras, but the child body only has a cultivation level of six rings.
When Mu Ye killed that unfortunate fellow with a single blow, he had sensed the split in the An Ming aura thanks to his prior observation.
If he were to chase after that ninth-ring level mother body, he would only cause trouble for Mu Ye. However, this An Ming, which only has the strength of Six-Ring Soul Emperor, is a very good whetstone!
"The Xuan Rong just taken shape; it's a good time to test its power!"
Lu Guan flipped his wrist at the same time, and the slots in the Battle Armor on his shoulder blades clicked open, revealing a pair of Bloodbone Demon Wings with a wingspan of over three meters. Dark red Battle Armor blades instantly covered the wings along the bone spikes.
Boom!
With a flap of his wings, Lu Guan transformed into a streak of black and red, and hurtled away!
In the alleyway of the abandoned dye workshop, thirty miles away.
The plume of black smoke crashed to the ground, rolled twice, and then reformed into the shape of a gaunt old man dressed in a black robe.
However, at this moment his face was as white as paper, and there was a trace of black blood at the corner of his mouth. It was the body of An Ming, the elder of the Holy Spirit Cult.
"Damn it! That madman Mu Ye found out!"
As An Ming clutched his chest and sped deeper into the alley, he cursed under his breath through gritted teeth.
Just now, through the soul connection between the mother and child, he realized that his mother body, hidden underground, had been locked onto by Mu Ye and was being chased relentlessly with nowhere to go.
Although there was a high chance that the mother's body could not be saved, An Ming was not completely desperate.
His secret technique is called "Twin Blood Puppets". As long as the offspring body can successfully escape from Heaven Dou City, find a remote village or town, slaughter some people, and feed it with a large number of living souls and essence blood, the An Ming can be transformed into a new mother body in three to five months at most!
As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood. He'll settle this score with that old dog Zhen Hua and the Body Sect sooner or later!
However, just as he was about to turn into the entrance to the underground black market ahead, a piercing whistling sound suddenly came from above!
"Huh? Someone's chasing us?"
An Ming felt a chill run down his spine and abruptly stopped. His withered fingers turned into claws, and his nails instantly grew into half-foot-long purplish-black bone spurs, with greenish-blue, foul-smelling liquid dripping from them.
Liquid dripped, penetrating the stone slab.
Constant dripping wears away a stone.
A dark figure plummeted vertically from mid-air with a deafening crash, completely blocking the alleyway entrance!
As the smoke cleared, Lu Guan's six arms hung naturally at his sides, and the four Demon Eye on his mask glowed with a cold red light as he walked towards him step by step.
When he saw that the person who came was not Mu Ye, but the little brat in the courtyard who had just put on his Battle Armor, An Ming was first taken aback, and then he started to laugh strangely.
"A mere brat, barely out of his teens, dares to chase after me all by himself?"
An Ming tilted his head, looking Lu Guan up and down in his Lu Guan Xuan Rong Battle Armor, a hint of greed and contempt flashing in his eyes.
Thanks to the secret techniques of the Body Sect, Four-Ring Soul Ancestor can withstand Two-Word Battle Armor, demonstrating that their physical body is indeed quite capable.
However, although his An Ming only has a sixth-ring cultivation level, his methods are those of a titled master, and his true strength can rival that of Soul Saint.
--Leaving aside the discussion of the Martial Soul Avatar.
Lu Guan stopped in his tracks, his six fists slowly clenching.
An Ming sneered, and six Soul Ring —yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and black—burst into light simultaneously beneath his feet. The fifth Soul Ring even flashed before melting away, turning into a layer of sticky black blood smeared on his claws!
"Die! Blood Puppet Soul-Rending Claw!"