Nangong Wan stood up suddenly, and Titled Douluo's majestic pressure poured down like a landslide and tsunami.
The air in the hall seemed to be drained out at this moment. Several subordinates were pressed to the ground, and even breathing became extremely difficult.
"Are you all just eating dry food?"
The roar exploded in the hall, shaking the Soul Guidance Lamp on the wall violently several times.
Evil Soul Master, who was kneeling at the front, was kowtowing desperately, and the sound of his forehead hitting the ground was dull and rapid.
There was a cry in his voice, and it was so trembling that it was almost out of tune.
"S-Sir, we have really tried our best to find out who the murderer is..."
He lay on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
"But when we rushed to the scene, we found that not even a scrap was left."
"There is no body, no soul, and no trace of blood. Every trace has been destroyed. Even the remains of Soul Power are gone. We have no idea how the other party did it."
His voice became smaller and smaller, as if he couldn't believe what he was saying.
"It's like... it's like everything has been purified."
"Even the souls we carefully collected have all disappeared."
He swallowed, his voice as dry as sandpaper.
"We can't find any clues at all, no clues at all, it's as if the attacker doesn't exist at all..."
The words are not finished yet.
Nangong Wan raised his right hand and held it with five fingers.
The voice of Evil Soul Master suddenly stopped. His head seemed to be grasped by an invisible big hand, and then there was a soft "pop" sound.
The head exploded on the shoulders.
Blood mixed with pale brains splashed in all directions, on the smooth floor, on the Soul Guidance Lamp cover on the wall, and on the faces of the Evil Soul Master who were also kneeling behind them.
The headless corpse shook twice, slowly fell forward, and hit the ground with a dull sound.
Blood gushes out from the section of the neck, spreading on the ground and staining a large area red.
The hall was so quiet that you could hear the sound of blood dripping.
The remaining Evil Soul Master were kneeling on the spot, trembling violently, but they didn't even have the courage to raise their hands to wipe the blood off their faces.
They lowered their heads and stared at the ground in front of them, fearing that they would be the next to be shot in the head.
One of them, Evil Soul Master, didn't know whether he was frightened or just because of his nature. He subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked the white brain matter splashed at the corner of his mouth.
Nangong Wan's eyes happened to catch this scene.
His pupils shrank slightly, and the Wrath color on his face became a little thicker. He immediately raised his hand again, clasping his five fingers.
"Pfft."
There was another soft sound.
Evil Soul Master, who was licking the white liquid, didn't even have time to scream, and his head exploded into a ball of blood mist on his shoulder.
The headless corpse swayed and fell, falling next to the previous corpse. The two headless corpses lay side by side on the ground, with blood pouring out from the section of the neck, forming a small pool of blood.
"Damn thing."
Nangong Wan's voice is as cold as a knife.
"What time has it been and you are still eating there?"
He slowly retracted his hand, and there was still a faint black Soul Power wave on his fingertips.
His eyes swept across the faces of the remaining Evil Soul Master, and everyone he saw trembled all over, wishing they could retract their heads into their chests.
"Do you know how much effort and time this religion spent on collecting those souls?"
Nangong Wan's voice is not loud, but every word seems to be grinded out from between the teeth.
"Each one of those souls is carefully selected, the souls of Soul Master, souls with extraordinary talents, souls containing powerful resentment. How many years did this religion spend to collect them? Do you know?!"
He stamped his feet suddenly, and the ground beneath his feet shattered, with cracks spreading in all directions like spider webs.
"And you can't even find a hair on the murderer?"
Nangong Wan took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell violently.
"Is it possible that the other party is a god? Can he collect all the clues?"
He stared at Evil Soul Master kneeling in front of him and said word by word:
"The murderer killed someone, could it be possible that he didn't even leave his soul behind?"
"It's just that I didn't even keep my soul..."
A Evil Soul Master finally couldn't bear it anymore and was so aggrieved that he almost cried.
His voice trembled, with deep despair and powerlessness:
"Sir, we have searched carefully. There is nothing at the scene."
"Not only the soul, but even those auras that we Evil Soul Master are best at tracking, resentment, death, Soul Power are all gone. It's as if someone has sucked them away in some way."
He raised his head, his face was covered with blood and tears, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
"So, according to our guess, the murderer is probably our kind... but not from this religion."
Nangong Wan frowned slightly.
"Same kind?"
He repeated these two words, Wrath in his tone slightly restrained, replaced by a hint of thoughtfulness.
Evil Soul Master's cultivation method is unique in the entire Douluo Continent.
The breath that was sucked away at the scene, the resentment, the death energy, and the soul were gone. It really seemed like another Evil Soul Master was used as a resource for cultivation.
But the problem is...
What kind of Evil Soul Master can single-handedly take down eight strongholds and kill eight Soul Saints in the same day?
Even if he Nangong Wan took action himself, he might not be able to do it so cleanly.
"In that case..."
Nangong Wan spoke slowly, with a low voice.
"Take me to the scene to see it."
He stood with his hands behind his back, and the black Soul Power slowly flowed around him, shrouding his figure in a cold shadow.
"If they are really the same kind..."
He paused, and an elusive light flashed in his eyes.
"I'm afraid I, Holy Spirit Cult, will once again have a powerful ally."
After saying that, Nangong Wan had a gloomy face, with rage and doubts in his eyes. He raised his hand to wipe away the brain matter stained on his fingertips, and said in a cold voice:
"Lead the way. If you dare to lie to me, your fate will be worse than his."
The remaining Evil Soul Master, as if they had been granted amnesty, hurriedly bowed to lead the way, their steps so flustered that they almost tripped.
They knew in their hearts that the alliance leader's patience had been exhausted. If no clues could be found, no one would be able to leave here alive today.
Soon, they came to one of the destroyed Holy Spirit Cult Branch Altar.
Like other strongholds that Lu Ren has dealt with, this place is empty, without any corpses or bloodstains. There is not even a trace of Evil Soul Master's unique rancid smell in the air, only a completely purified atmosphere of silence.
Nangong Wan The moment he stepped into the stronghold, his brows furrowed.
He stretched out his skinny palm, and a rich black-purple Soul Power appeared in his palm, slowly covering the ground.
As Titled Douluo level Evil Soul Master, he has an extremely keen sense of the breath of the same kind, and can trace the truth of the battle through the remaining energy traces.
But in the next second, Nangong Wan's expression suddenly changed.
As soon as his Soul Power touched the ground, it disappeared like a stone sinking into the ocean. Not to mention the remaining breath, he couldn't even catch a trace of energy fluctuations.
The entire stronghold seemed to have been completely cleansed by a strange force. Not only had the physical traces been erased, but even the soul and Soul Power remnants had been completely devoured or purified, leaving not even a trace for traceability.
"This is impossible..."
Nangong Wan murmured to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He has seen countless brutal battles. Even a deadly battle between Titled Douluo will leave more or less energy residues or soul fragments.
But the stronghold in front of you is so clean that no one has ever set foot on it. This simply violates the basic Law of the Soul Master world.
"Sir, do you feel it?" a Evil Soul Master asked cautiously, "There isn't even a trace of Soul Power left here, it's like... it's like it was completely eaten by something."
"Eat?" Nangong Wan's eyes narrowed, "No, it wasn't eaten, it was directly purified!"
"The other party has an ability similar to Holy Angel Martial Soul, and has purified all our compatriots. As for the destination of those souls, they have also been purified by the other party!"
"In other words, the other party's Martial Soul is Holy Angel!"
Nangong Wan's complexion instantly turned the color of pig liver.
No wonder the other party was able to kill eight of them Branch Altar in one breath, and the clues were so hard to find. You must know that if Holy Angel purified these Evil Soul Master, they would be able to improve their cultivation.
The feelings belong to them, and they are treated as experience packages by the other party!