It is unknown when and who the evil soul master originated from. It is said that during the war between the three gods ten thousand years ago, the unwilling ambition of a certain god who was defeated was turned into a dream. Therefore, the resentment of the god finally transformed into the evil soul master. This legacy is entangled in the world. It is said that evil soul masters have a long history and have existed since the era of Wuhun Palace...
It is even said that they were the evil soul masters brought by the Sun and Moon Continent after the two continents collided. Although this theory seems very similar, after all, the Sun and Moon soul masters are best at borrowing foreign objects. It makes sense to just target "people" - but soul masters with a slightly longer family history think it's nonsense.
In short, you can find support for various theories and seemingly reasonable arguments. The true origin of the evil soul master is drowned in the controversy.
As an "evil" soul master who has always been dismissive of mainstream propaganda, Qianjie has never looked directly at these claims - he also knows another saying - a place where a certain sea god has fallen for evil must not exist in the world. After destroying the Slaughter City under the pretext of "Wu Xing", the scum who had been imprisoned by Wuhun Palace ran out and formed evil soul masters.
Of course, this is also fart.
If according to the original time and space, a certain sea god directly killed the killing city with hundreds of millions of people and left only one killing king, where else other than Tang San would there be an evil soul master running out?
If everything that happened thousands of years ago is true as the original time and space said, then the birth of the modern evil soul master is indeed inseparable from a certain sea god, but it does not have much cause and effect with the so-called killing.
But now it seems that it really has something to do with the so-called killing city.
The true origin of the evil soul master cannot be explored, but the incident that first became known to the world is still vaguely circulated in the world.
This is a natural principle - everyone has a process of birth, growth, and fame. Evil soul masters also need an event that can be called a landmark to separate this special group from traditional soul masters. They need a The initial event to announce their existence to the world.
This incident happened a long, long time ago, not long after Shrek had just moved out of the old Tiandou City.
This incident is called the Shenhun Village Tragedy of Destroying the Village.
The village where Poseidon Tang San lived when he was a child was renamed from Holy Soul Village to Shenhun Village. In the foreseeable future, it will become a village with a reputation throughout the mainland. After enjoying a wealthy life for less than two hundred years, men, women and children have become a village overnight. Bloody flesh.
What is the specific process? No living person has seen who the murderer is. Anyway, the person who can destroy the entire Divine Soul Village in one night must be a soul master, and the guarantee is also a titled Douluo - in a village where gods have appeared, even if the gods do not show any sign, mortals will not. Maybe just leave it where it is and ignore it.
No one knows that it was only two hundred years after the War of Three Gods. Not long after the last branch of Wuhun Palace that persisted in resisting collapsed. The older generation had experienced the War of Three Gods and there were only a handful of titled Douluo. Where did it come from? Strange soul master.
No one knows how a village with nothing but a name offended an unknown and powerful soul master.
Anyway, just when Poseidon's reputation was growing, and with the protection of several major forces and two major empires, someone risked the disdain of the world and destroyed that village.
Then no one can find the murderer, which means no one can do anything.
Then there was the oracle - the oracle identified the culprit of the destruction of Shenhun Village and also confirmed the existence of the evil soul master group - although at the time it was estimated that many people might not be able to figure out what the evil soul master was.
The name of the culprit has been lost in history over time, but the title of Evil Soul Master has always remained.
"If I remember correctly, that village has become a landscape for people to admire." A trace of doubt flashed between Qianjie's brows.
Although the time point he was in was not thousands of years ago when everything originated, Qianjie had once been curious about the starting point of the story in the original time and space, and had also ridiculed the legendary blind king in his heart - even if it was with ridicule Tang San's ungrateful mentality should also be looked at. Without investigation, there is no right to speak. What if Shenhun Village is living quite well, and old Village Chief Jack is still jumping around now? It will be embarrassing when the time comes to complain about black spots.
In other words, he once took the opportunity to go to the Tianhun Empire to run a mission and stopped by the ruins of the Soul Village.
This is why he can quickly recall this legend that even the evil soul masters themselves had almost forgotten, because he really understood it.
It was a small city no different from other cities in the Tianhun Empire - as time went by, the so-called "village" no longer lived up to its name due to fate. It was actually a city - if it had been a village thousands of years ago, it would have had a "god" "Blessed in the name of "It's still a village after ten thousand years. Either the people in the village are as stupid as pigs, causing everyone to engage in cold violence, or the mortals on the mainland don't take the so-called Poseidon seriously at all.
People come and go in the city, and people go about their lives that have not changed much day after day for thousands of years. Occasionally, some "pilgrimages" bring some different vitality to the city.
In the very center of the city, there is a small forest surrounded by a fence made of special metal - that was the former Soul Village. The village and flesh and blood have long been turned into the dust of history, and turned into supplies for the power of nature to expand the territory.
If the pilgrim is willing to hand over one hundred gold soul coins to the city lord's palace, he can also go on a pilgrimage deeper into the grove under the guidance of a tour guide, and will be given a hardcover version of "The Legend of Poseidon" written entirely in hand.
Then Qianjie used this book as an apology to a certain viscount and his family after completing the task that Ye Xishui sent him to look for trouble.
Such a tourist landscape that has become the mainstay of the local area, there is also a dojo under it for selecting successors?
Theoretically, it's not impossible, but why are you, the remnant of the Broken Clan, so few of the people who have come and gone in ten thousand years have discovered what's going on underneath?
But this time there was no answer.
Because this middle-aged man who had already become a blood gourd and had an ancestral goatee, his last trace of breath had disappeared into the forest.
There was a rare moment of silence for a thousand eons, and then he raised his hand, and a purple butterfly floated out from his fingertips and landed on the corpse.
In an instant, dark flames ignited on the thorns.
To a disciple of the Undead Scourge, in front of a so-called evil soul master, death never means liberation.
Death never means liberation - this is a fact that everyone on this earth who knows a little bit about evil soul masters can know.
No one knows why a large group of people from the Holy Spirit Sect traveled all the way to Star Luo City for what purpose. It was certainly not to save the old Xing Luo nobles who were living in dire straits.
But it was obvious what the madman in the sky who no one dared to touch and who had been trying to break through the imperial city's defenses wanted.
Want soul.
Even if she needs to attack the starry sky barrier with one hand, she still does not forget to collect the souls wandering in the city.
It's quite in line with people's traditional impression of evil soul masters, who are very dedicated and dedicated.
"It's really a simple and direct demand." Faced with such a scene, Huo Yulin could not help but complain in a low voice.
Then she turned her attention to what was in front of her.
This is the west of Star Luo City. What she should do now is to go to the Lieyang Soul Guidance Group's station outside the city, appease the already violent Liyang Soul Guidance Group, and coordinate to quell this inexplicable city attack and defense war - in theory, this is It's a very easy thing. You don't need to come into contact with the Lieyang Soul Guidance Group, you only need to come into contact with the west defenders of Star Luo City.
With her current status, even if the Sun, Moon and Star Luo are in a state of open war, the Star Luo Empire's army with a little common sense must be cautious - it has nothing to do with the talent she has always relied on, but now she has extremely high great political significance.
Then she can rely on this politically significant identity to guide, guarantee, or leave the city alone to achieve her original goal.
But the premise of all this is that the Lieyang Soul Guidance Group is still under her control, recognizes her identity, and the Star Luo City defenders are still under the control of the Star Luo royal family.
The above two conditions are indispensable.
"Alas~" Huo Yulin bent down, sighing and looking at the corpse at his feet.
Unfortunately, reality is always unsatisfactory, and offensive and defensive battles are not just initiated by the attacking side.
The coat of arms on the corpse's armor explains the corpse's identity: a guard of the Star Luo Royal Family.
Faults in the skin, torn throats, ground cartilage...
An unsuspecting knife slashed the head.
Huo Yulin could imagine that after the attack began, the royal guard in Xingluo Imperial City escaped the hostility hidden in the shadows outside the imperial city, and came to the place where the turmoil started with an oral or other will. When the same Star Luo soldier appeared in front of him, or someone he knew, he took off all his guard and prepared to convey the empire's highest will, but he was caught off guard by a sharp blade.
This somewhat familiar style reminded her of a certain person and the organization to which that person belonged.
boom!
A blazing fire lit up in the sky, like the burning sun, lighting up the avenue leading to the West Tower.
Corpses were everywhere, blood was flowing all over the ground, and dozens of headless corpses in the same clothes were all holding their own heads. The perpetrators could not be found on the empty street, only the disbelieving looks on the heads. Pointing to the laughing figure.
He greeted Huo Yulin with a smile and walked forward.
He walked through corpses, avoided light, waded through pools of blood, admiring every masterpiece in his path, and finally stopped two meters in front of Huo Yulin.
"Good evening, my surname is Yan Feng, martial soul bone dragon, sixty-two level fighting soul emperor." The visitor tore off the human skin mask on his face, revealing a face that could be called gentle, and leaned over He performed a standard breast-stroking ceremony.
"I'm not interested in making friends now." Huo Yulin's eyes sparkled with purple light.
"I think it is necessary for Your Highness the Princess to make new friends. After all, the Holy Cult is also an ally of the Sun and Moon Empire." Yan Feng straightened up and touched his chin, "Your Highness the Princess, you should learn from me now and smile more."
"It sounds quite reasonable." Huo Yulin said noncommittally, "But I don't think it is necessary to be friends with an evil soul master."
Yanfeng shrugged, "Well, the evil soul master has no allies, and no one is willing to be the evil soul master's ally - I am indeed not here to meet new friends. But as the Emperor of the Sun and Moon personally enthroned Princess, you should be happy with the current scene in Xingluo City, right?"
He raised his hands to cover his ears, making a listening gesture.
"Can you hear the screams of this city? Can you see those painful, crazy, tragic, perseverance, and all kinds of cries? The businessmen who usually only nod and bow to the nobles use their flesh and blood to support the nearly dying The wall pressed against the child, the wife who complained about her husband's failure every day had to dig up her husband's body in the rubble with all her fingers broken, the neighbors who were usually harmonious and charitable were fighting each other with swords for a way to survive, and the righteous and awe-inspiring officials in the court were They got on their vehicles and drove a path through the crowded streets...
"The surging emotions, the beauty of risking life and death, and the ugliness of living an ignoble existence are so turbulent at this moment, so real, and such a sweet scene, why don't you laugh?"
It's hard to imagine how a gentle and elegant person can suddenly and naturally switch to madness, but also have a vague expression of endless admiration.
He is worshiping humanity.
There is no condescending sarcasm from the moral high ground, only admiration and admiration.
He admires the flash of humanity under disaster, and also yearns for the desire for life that is obscured by ugliness.
That's why he laughs, laughs at disasters, laughs at these great moments.
"Madman!" Huo Yulin spat.
"Madman?" A doubtful emotion appeared on Yanfeng's face again, "Isn't the Holy Spirit Cult a gathering place for madmen? Including your brother, Qianjie - in terms of madness, who can compare to him? A great soul master , under the pressure of many titles from the Holy Emperor and the Holy Cult, he took away a person who no one dared to have too much contact with. Isn't he crazy?
"I ask myself that I don't have the guts or the courage - so in terms of madness, I am not as good as him. I am convinced of his position as the Holy Son."
He admired it from the bottom of his heart, without any intention of hypocrisy.
"Of course, I am also very curious, what kind of girl made him give up the position of the Holy Son that was so easy for him, and made him willing to bear the risk of being hunted down by all the evil soul masters of the Holy Spirit Religion?" It seems that she has Like several faces, Yanfeng's expressions switch so naturally, "What kind of talent do you have to have the so-called Holy Emperor send an oracle?"
Black mist quietly spread across the streets, and the skeletal dragon head bloomed in the pool of blood.
"Please allow me to challenge you to prove that his eyes are always in the right place." The bone dragon bent down again to caress his chest, but it was no longer gentle. The huge bone claws were so nondescript and sharp. Sharpness and death lie beneath the bones.
In that moment of life and death, the bone dragon of death hit the steel silver dragon with great force.
(End of chapter)
