"kill."
A simple word.
There is no impassioned killing intent.
There are no emotional ups and downs.
It was like a declaration, a declaration issued by a group of emotionless things, echoing in this wilderness strewn with corpses.
Densely packed corpses occupied everything as far as the eye could see.
Among them were young men and women wearing golden armor.
There are also men, women and children dressed in various styles.
There is an evil soul master with a bloody skull embroidered on his clothes.
There are more ninjas wearing various masks.
The bodies are intertwined.
It was as if the whole world had turned into blood.
"you……"
"Who is it...?"
A young man wearing golden armor climbed up from the pile of corpses.
The broken wings on his back symbolize his identity.
Looking at these mysterious people who were wearing masks, looking like no good people, and wearing black tactical vests, whose identities were unknown, but who took over their mission of exterminating the evil soul masters, the young man suddenly burst into tears.
It's not the joy of surviving a disaster.
Because no one is out of danger now.
There was a problem with their intelligence.
It was said that an organization of thirty to fifty evil soul masters was to be wiped out, but the strongest among the evil soul masters was just a soul master.
Therefore, they came over with a team of thirty law enforcers. The strongest person in the team was just a Soul King.
Judging from their strength on paper, they are actually the ones who are on the side of the dimensionality reduction strike. A Soul King with an Angelic Spirit is enough to suppress a Soul Emperor-level evil soul master. Counting a few of them who also possess Angelic Spirits Soul Master, this purge should be foolproof!
result……
Well, the information is wrong...
How the hell is this a Soul King?
This is clearly a soul saint!
There are still more than 130 evil soul masters under his control!
The co-authors treat them as fish to catch!
However, when they arrived here, they were no longer allowed to choose to retreat or attack...
This group of evil soul masters had just finished slaughtering a village.
That is their current main battlefield.
Moreover, these evil soul masters seemed to have colluded with the city lord here and set up a trap early. From the moment they appeared, all their escape routes had been blocked!
This also means: they can only fight!
He didn't even have a chance to catch his breath!
A battle that didn’t even restore soul power!
The result is of course one can imagine!
The thirty-member law enforcement team was almost wiped out, and the Soul King who led the team was completely dead. As of now, only four people are alive.
The other three were in similar condition to him.
One was even worse, his stomach was broken.
If nothing else, they will definitely be gone.
But if nothing else happens, something will happen...
At this critical moment, a commotion broke out from the evil soul masters outside the village. More than two hundred masked people came out from every corner, like divine soldiers descending from the sky, and quickly brought the situation back to balance!
But……
It was only a short-term equalizer...
When the evil soul master activates his martial soul true form...
Everything seems to be doomed!
However, the scene that shocked him the most appeared: these mysterious people wearing masks not only did not shrink back from the evil soul master's martial soul, they even rushed forward one by one without fear of death, using their own flesh and blood to kill them. body, consuming the soul power of this soul saint!
Even though their attacks cannot break defenses...
Even though their actions were incredibly stupid...
but!
But it brought indescribable shock to the four survivors in this law enforcement team, as well as that kind of bloody courage!
I don’t know where the strength comes from...
Even though his spine has been severed...
Like a dying fish...
He himself can think of his own ugly actions...
With all his strength, he grabbed the calf of a mysterious man who was about to rush forward with striding steps. With the last breath in his heart, he took out a pale golden token and stuffed it into it: "Go find the martial arts here." Master of the Soul Palace, don’t make unnecessary sacrifices!”
After all, he exhausted all his breath.
The young man wearing armor slightly spread his fingers.
The broken golden armor felt so warm to him.
"It looks like he's about to die..."
The young man tried his best to laugh.
But in the end he just grinned.
The pupils dilated slightly, and the consciousness gradually disappeared.
But……
"well done."
"You haven't lost the face of my angel lineage."
The hazy voice suddenly broke through the fog, like a sharp blade, piercing his soul, and actually made his consciousness that had fallen into darkness regain consciousness!
No!
wrong!
Not just awareness!
The young man raised his hand blankly.
Then, he clenched into a fist.
A donkey rolled and suddenly got up from the ground.
What came into view was a majestic figure with shoulder-length blond hair.
The figure on the back is also wearing golden armor.
The blue wind whistled.
There was also a masked figure standing aside.
It was the one he had just entrusted the token to.
Phew~
The token trembled.
Break free from the masked man's grasp.
It flew into the hands of the figure who suddenly appeared.
Then, the figure threw it backhand, and the token flew in front of the young man who had just taken out the token, and the young man subconsciously reached out to catch it.
The young man looked at the figure in confusion.
Even if the other party never looked back since he appeared.
But before he could ask...
Two yellow, two purple and five black, nine soul rings suddenly come into view!
Then, the seraph's martial soul bloomed!
Six wings condensed behind the figure!
"See the big offering!"
The young man immediately knelt down.
There is only one titled Douluo in the angel clan now.
That is the ninety-ninth level Extreme Douluo Qiandaoliu.
Therefore, after seeing these nine soul rings, the young man knew who the figure in front of him was without even thinking, and his tense heartstrings finally relaxed.
A ninety-ninth-level seraphim, let alone a small soul saint, even a ninety-ninth-level evil soul master would tremble when faced with Qian Daoliu!
It's safe!
It's absolutely safe!
The young man ran to the other three teammates with relief.
Seeing the three teammates who were still intact, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Qian Daoliu looked sideways slightly.
Immediately, he silently raised his sword.
"Get out of the way!"
The cold tone was somewhat unusually gentle.
only……
No one listened to his orders...
However, soon, another order came down!
"Get out of the way!"
shouted the mysterious man wearing a white mask.
In an instant, all the masked men who were besieging the Soul Saint Evil Soul Master like fleas retreated in different routes as if they were struck by lightning.
Qian Daoliu didn't hesitate.
He calmly waved the sword in his hand.
In an instant, the golden giant sword fell from the sky, and the evil soul master who was driving the martial soul's true form had no time to react before completely disappearing from the world!
After successfully solving a hidden danger, Qian Daoliu's mood obviously improved a lot. He raised his hand and pressed it, and golden light spread out, healing the injuries of all the living people.
Then, he put away his martial spirit.
I calculated the time in my head and found it was enough.
Then, he looked at these masked men who were obviously not from the Wuhun Palace but were still hunting evil soul masters: "Excuse me, who are you?"
"us?"
The mysterious man wearing a white mask slowly turned his head.
The tone is rigid and robotic: "We are the root!"
Hey~ The wind is blowing~
(End of chapter)
