And Ji Juechen was completely happy on this day.
He didn't know how many swords he had swung, or how much blood he had shed. He only knew that every time he sheathed his sword, a new enemy would appear in front of him, and then he would draw his sword again.
His clothes had been soaked with black evil blood and clung tightly to his body. His face, arms, and even chest were covered with numerous large and small wounds, some of which were deep enough to show the bones.
His left arm was pierced by a bone spur from Soul Emperor at the fifth base, and he still can't lift it up.
His ribs were also injured at the seventh base, so he had a dull pain when breathing.
But his eyes were astonishingly bright.
Because even though it is bruised and bruised, the benefits are also real.
Every life and death fight is a training for Sword Intent.
Every head-to-head confrontation with Evil Soul Master is a polishing of fighting instincts. Those killer moves that would never be encountered in normal sparring are all forcing out the shortcomings in his swordsmanship, and then forcing him to become a stronger self.
When the eighth stronghold was taken down, Ji Juechen stood among the corpses on the ground, and suddenly felt a crisp sound coming from his body, as if something had broken through.
Immediately afterwards, Ji Juechen discovered that his cultivation level had broken through.
Level sixty-three!
He looked down at the hand holding his sword and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
To him, battle is more like delicious dishes waiting for him to enjoy.
Ji Juechen looked up and sighed after fighting happily:
"Thank you for the treat. I'm full."
The harvest of Lu Ren is more abundant than that of Ji Juechen.
Every time a Evil Soul Master is killed, a large amount of Cursed Energy will emerge from the opponent's corpse.
Those are the negative emotions Evil Soul Master has accumulated over the years. Their torture of their victims, their own fears, and twisted desires, at the moment of death, are all transformed into the purest Cursed Energy, pouring crazily into Lu Ren's body.
Cursed Energy rushes in Meridians, interweaves with Soul Power Entanglement, and finally merges into Dantian.
The process is like continuing to pour water into a container that is already full of water. The pressure is getting bigger and bigger, the container is getting bigger and bigger, and it may burst at any time.
The moment Soul Saint, the last member of the eighth stronghold, turned into blood mist, a crisp cracking sound came from deep within Lu Ren's body.
Level 50, Soul King!
Lu Ren stood there, feeling Soul Power surge inside his body to the point of almost losing control.
The Soul Power was rushing and tumbling in the Meridians, like a beast that had been imprisoned for a long time and finally broke out of the cage, eager to find an exit.
He only needs to obtain another Soul Ring, and he can truly step into the realm of Soul King.
In just one day, he directly broke through from level 47 to Level 50, and continued to level up to Grade 3.
It's fun to steal other people's things.
"It's cool."
Lu Ren never thought that killing Evil Soul Master would be so satisfying.
It's a pity that I can't do this kind of thing more, as today I've reached my limit.
If you keep working hard, Holy Spirit Cult's high-end combat power will be reflected.
In Sea of Consciousness, the gray bead trembled slightly, and the voice of Electrolux sounded in my mind, with a rare trace of satisfaction in the old tone.
"Little guy, I gained a lot today. I followed you and absorbed a lot Cursed Energy."
His voice was clearer than before, no longer as weak, ethereal, and intermittent as before.
"Now I can stay awake for longer and longer periods of time. At this rate, I may be able to..."
He didn't finish what he said, but Lu Ren understood.
Soon, Electrolux may truly wake up.
By that time, what Undead Saint Mage God can teach him is far more than the basics of Necromancy.
"Then congratulations in advance to Elder Yi."
Lu Ren responded in his heart.
Not only that, he rescued dozens of people from these eight strongholds.
These people, like Nana and others, are poor people who have been coerced by Holy Spirit Cult in various ways.
Some have their loved ones' souls imprisoned, some have evil spells implanted in them, and some are simply kidnapped by force and threatened with their lives.
They are living in the shadow of Holy Spirit Cult, and they have long been numb and desperate.
Among these rescued people, there were more than a dozen Soul King, one Soul Emperor, and the rest were Soul Ancestor and Soul Elder.
Their cultivation level was deliberately suppressed under the pressure of Holy Spirit Cult, and they did not dare to improve too quickly, because the higher the cultivation level, the stronger the restriction planted and the harder it was to break free.
Now that they have regained their freedom, their long-suppressed potential has become their greatest capital.
As for these people, they are all willing to follow Lu Ren, and Lu Ren also gave them the address information of Nana. From now on, they are members of the same intelligence network, looking after and supporting each other.
Of course, Lu Ren did not leave empty-handed.
A large amount of wealth is stored in every Holy Spirit Cult stronghold.
Gold Soul Coin, Rare Metal, Soul Tool...
These things were hidden in the secret compartments of the secret room by the Evil Soul Masters and piled up.
Lu Ren looted them all without any ceremony.
His Storage Soul Tool was so stuffed that he had to temporarily requisition several Storage Soul Tool seized from the stronghold to fit everything in.
These financial resources are enough for Nana and them to gain a foothold in Mingdu city.
Renting a few yards, purchasing daily necessities, and opening up some necessary relationship channels all require money, and what Lu Ren lacks most now is money.
But because Holy Spirit Cult's stronghold was destroyed too much, the other party finally noticed it.
Eight Branch Altar were uprooted on the same day.
Eight Soul Saint elders, more than twenty Soul Emperor protectors, and hundreds of believers all disappeared without a trace.
There was no distress signal, no survivors, and not even a complete body could be found.
This can no longer be described as tacit.
This is a provocation, a naked provocation.
However, what made Holy Spirit Cult's top management Wrath almost lose control was that they could not find any effective clues at all.
Every destroyed stronghold was as clean as if it had been thoroughly purified by something.
No corpse, soul, etc., not even blood traces could be found.
There was only a faint trace of blood mist remaining in the air.
All the imprisoned souls disappeared without leaving even a trace.
The bloodstains on the floor and walls were completely evaporated, leaving no trace of Soul Power. It was impossible to determine how the murderer killed the people and what attributes of Soul Power he used.
It was as if the perpetrator was not a human being at all, but a moving mass of purifying energy itself.
At this time, Xishui Alliance, Mingdu is one of Three Great Factions of the Underground Soul Tool Association, and it is also one of the most important strongholds of Holy Spirit Cult on the surface of Mingdu.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the Alliance Leader's Hall was as depressing as Sky Manipulation before the storm.
"Bang!!!"
Nangong Wan smashed the wooden table next to him with a slap.
Sawdust flew everywhere, the tea set on the table crashed to the floor, and the broken porcelain pieces bounced on the smooth floor, making crisp sounds.
The Xishui Alliance leader, a Evil Soul Master powerhouse at the Titled Douluo level, looked so gloomy at this moment that he could shed tears.
The Soul Power around him spread out uncontrollably, and the black evil light condensed into a twisted shadow behind him, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
In the hall, several subordinates in charge of intelligence knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed to the ground, trembling.
"What did you say?"
Nangong Wan's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, and every word was like a poisoned blade.
"A total of eight Branch Altars were destroyed, eight Soul Saints, and more than twenty Soul Emperors, all gone?"
Nangong Wan's fingers slowly tightened on the armrest of the seat. The hard metal armrest groaned under the force of his fingers, and fine cracks appeared on the surface.
"And you can't find any clues?"