Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 66

The moon is dark and the night is killing, and the wind is high and the sky is set on fire.

A bright moon shyly hid behind the gauze-like black cloud, and the entire Soul Hunting Forest fell into a silent darkness.

Late at night is the time when soul beasts often haunt, and under the cover of night is the best stage to start hunting.

The cool night wind blew past, causing the branches to sway. The annoying insect chirping was occasionally mixed with a short roar, followed by a thud of a corpse landing, and the sound was quickly drowned in the surrounding silence. In the depths of the forest, he could only see the vigorous black shadows passing by.

The peddler who sells maps during the day holds a torch in his hand, and with the help of the flickering light, he can barely see the scenery 50 meters ahead.

Nearly.

closer.

Pushing aside the heavy branches and leaves that covered his eyes, he stepped over the thorns of the roadside fence, and a tent that was set up came into the sight of the hawker.

The hawker turned his head, and behind him stood a row of men in black robes.

They specialize in stealing things, usually ambushing the weak who come to the Soul Hunting Forest, or sneaking up on those shopping in the market and grabbing their belongings.

The peddler raised his arm, his martial soul twin sunflower was emitting a soft light, which was faintly related to the mark he had engraved on Yang Ming's wrist before, proving that Yang Ming was in the tent not far away.

"According to the agreement, you will share [-]% of my profits after you have done it."

"As long as you can tell that kid, if he really has a high-level soul tool, your share is indispensable."

After all, the group of seven hyenas walked out of the forest.

The spirit power of the Great Spirit Master surged around the seven people, and their strength was obviously not bad.

"Night Leopard, possessed!"

One of them suddenly arched his waist, his limbs fell on the ground, and two spirit rings appeared under his feet, one white and one yellow.

White beards appeared on both sides of his cheeks, and his eyes showed a faint light. With the blessing of the Night Leopard Martial Spirit, he could see things at night without any hindrance, and his speed was greatly improved.

The back legs slammed on the ground, his limbs swayed, and he was as agile as a cheetah, walking on the ground in the bushes, without making a single sound, only a black shadow flew by.

In less than ten seconds, he had narrowed the distance to the tent by 500 meters. His hands were like sharp claws, and a white light flashed, giving people a very sharp sense of sharpness.

Tear!

The tent, including the zipper door, was immediately torn in half by the men in black robes, and the torn strips of cloth drifted like salt.

After hearing about the incident from the peddler, the man in black robe looked down on Yang Ming from the bottom of his heart. Originally, he thought that the next thing that appeared in front of him would be a big sleeping sheep, which he would slaughter at will.

However, reality slapped him hard.

Coldly told him a truth, ideal is very happy, reality is very skinny.

What awaits the man in black robe is not the sleeping fat sheep, but a sword, a killing blade destined to drink blood since its birth!

puff!

Under the unbelievable gaze of the man in black robe, the mysterious sword easily pierced into his chest, and then drilled out from behind his spine, the bright tip of the sword spurted hot blood.

The bright moon sticks out a corner from the thin cloud, and the silver-like moonlight falls on Yang Ming, as if to put a thin silver coat on him. With a mysterious color, the corner of his mouth evoked a cold and severe arc.

"Don't sleep at night, just come here to disturb people's dreams, you are really idle."

With the three-hooked jade writing wheel eye, Yang Ming clearly saw several people on the opposite side, one of whom was a peddler who sold him maps today.

Regarding the death of their companions, the remaining six of the seven hyenas did not have any mood swings, but just stared at Yang Ming coldly, saying:

"Hand over the soul tool in your hand, and we will let you live."

Hearing this, Yang Ming showed a sudden look.

He was still wondering just now that he finally came out, why did he get into trouble, and that was the reason.

Wealth can't be revealed!

Yang Ming lowered his head and glanced at the Youhaina Ring on his right hand, secretly vigilant in his heart.

Yang Ming is not a god, he is also a human being, and a human will make mistakes. Due to the lack of social experience, such a mistake is understandable this time.

Seeing Yang Ming bowing his head and not speaking, the seven hyenas thought that Yang Ming was afraid, and they let go of the palpitations because of the death of their companion, and even secretly said in their hearts:

"Lao Qi is the weakest in our group. He's only a level 21 Great Spirit Master. In addition to underestimating the enemy, it's no wonder that he lost to this kid."

The leader of the seven hyenas walked out of the forest and said impatiently:

"What do you want to do for so long, if you don't want to die, hand over the soul tool!"

Yang Ming raised his head abruptly, his middle finger and thumb were intertwined, and he flicked the sword lightly, making a sound of sword groaning.

"Heh." Yang Ming chuckled, "If I say that I want to live and I don't want to hand over the soul tool, what can you do to me?"

Hearing the contempt and playfulness in Yang Ming's words, the group of seven hyenas immediately became furious.

If Yang Ming is a great soul master, if Yang Ming is of the same generation as them, if there are too many people on Yang Ming's side, maybe the seven hyenas will endure it, anyway, they are just doing things with black guns in the back.

However, none of these assumptions hold true!

This made the seven hyenas angry, and the boss said maliciously:

"Stinky boy, don't eat and drink fine toast, let's see how I deal with you after I catch you!"

"Thunder pig! Possession!"

The boss's cheekbones were raised on the side of his face, and a pair of wild boar-like fangs suddenly appeared. There was a wild color in his eyes.

Two spirit rings appeared under his feet, one white and one yellow.

At the same time, the rest of the group of seven hyenas also showed their martial spirits and spirit rings, and flanked Yang Ming from six directions, preventing any possibility of Yang Ming escaping.

It's a pity that the seven hyenas regard Yang Ming as their prey, but they don't know that Yang Ming also regards them as their prey!

Seeing the popularity of the six people, Yang Ming said with joy from his heart:

"Originally, I was worried about how to obtain the second spirit ring. Your presence just solved this difficulty for me."

Stepping on the ghost shadows, Yang Ming's figure flickered, stepping on the steps that made the seven hyenas feel mysterious and mysterious, and easily avoided their joint attack.

Yang Ming raised his body vertically, and his toes lightly tapped the twig-like branches.

In the background behind him is a forest buried in the dark night. From the canopy of thousands of raised hands, a bright moon leaks out, which makes Yang Ming look like a fairy, handsome and elegant.

The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at several people below, and Yang Ming smiled lightly:

"It is very humble to say that killing you is like slaughtering dogs."

(one more)

(Thanks for the reward of 588 book coins)

(End of this chapter)