The Lord of Soul Palace

Chapter 114: Little Spirit Devouring Birth Formation!Soul Palace confidant! (Second update! Please subscribe!)
"The realm of the four directions, the realm of dead silence!"

The Supreme Elder, the Great Elder, Hun Xuzi, and Hun Qianmo formed seals in their hands at the same time, and pointed to the four dark doors of death.

The four gates of death are separated in four directions in the void, and the endless black mist billows out violently, covering the world.

A strong breath of death circulates between heaven and earth.

"What kind of method is this?"

Guilao's figure appeared beside Hun Miesheng, wisps of black energy frantically trying to penetrate into his body.

Everyone's vitality is passing away bit by bit!
Some fighting emperors are too weak to resist the erosion of the breath of death, and their faces are aging at a speed that is almost visible to the naked eye!
The aura in the bodies of some Dou Zong Dou Zun also began to become weak, and even the Soul Melting Formation seemed to be showing signs of collapse.

"Is this the realm of death and silence?"

"It contains the rule power of death and extinction, which is really unusual!"

Hun Miesheng extended the soul power of the Emperor Realm to the heaven and the earth, but felt a strong repulsive force.

"Can you shield the soul power?"

Hun Miesheng smiled lightly, the soul power of the Emperor Realm condensed, forming a big mouth in the void, and weird syllables came out of the big mouth.

Huang Quantian is angry!
The fluctuation of soul force sweeps along with the sound waves.

The thick black mist was dispersed, revealing four gigantic gates thousands of feet high.

Three of them trembled slightly.

"Humph!"

"Soul Miesheng, have you felt the breath of death, today this place will be the grave of you and the entire Soul Palace!"

"This is the fate of betraying the soul clan and the emperor!"

The chains transformed by thousands of soul powers rolled over and collided with the soul power of Hun Miesheng, stirring up waves of soul power ripples.

Soul Miesheng's soul power was blocked, and thick black mist once again filled the entire space.

In the black mist, there was the sound of rattling chains, all the way out was blocked, and the army of the soul clan approached step by step!

"If my predictions are correct, the three gates of death and silence should be only half-finished products, and only the previous one is real, right?"

Hun Miesheng looked into the thick black mist and said jokingly.

"So what if you see it?"

"A real gate of silence is enough to kill you all, no one can escape from the barrier of silence!"

Emperor Huntian snorted coldly, and his faint voice echoed in the space.

"What shall we do now?"

The little fairy doctor asked, even with the protection of Hun Mie Sheng, she could still feel the vitality in her body slowly passing away.

For girls, the scarier thing than death is getting old.

"Return to the Soul Hall first."

Hun Miesheng looked at the terrifying breath of death, and led the little doctor and the others back to the Hall of Soul.

The golden barrier rose again to isolate the thick black mist, but wisps of death breath still desperately penetrated into the space of the soul hall.

Hun Tiandi, Supreme Elder, and the others watched Hun Miesheng disappear in place, and were overjoyed.

"Soul Destruction, even if you escape back inside, it's useless, today is your death day!"

Emperor Huntian sneered.

"I can't let him run away, set up another little spirit-devouring array for me!"

"Destroy all the people in here!"

Emperor Huntian stepped on the void, laughing wildly.

"what?"

"Patriarch, are you going to set up the Soul Devouring Absolute Life Formation here? This is our concealment method, it would not be good to expose it now!"

"In case other races find out..."

The Supreme Elder was surprised.

This large formation left over from the ancient times of the Soul Race is their final trump card, and now the layout in Zhongzhou is only three-quarters completed.

"So what can they do if they know it? It's just a low-level derivative formation. Who would have thought that we have already started attacking Zhongzhou?"

Hun Tiandi's eyes flickered.

The Dou Qi Continent can only belong to him alone!
"This……"

"All right!"

Seeing that Emperor Huntian insisted on doing this, the Supreme Elder of the Soul Clan could only grit his teeth and nodded.

"It's just right, let's try the power of this great formation, and see if it really has the power to refine the world as stated in our Soul Clan's Secret Code!"

Tens of thousands of souls were scattered in the space, and they took out blood-red ghost-head knives almost at the same time.

Without hesitation, he cut his arm with a knife.

Streams of blood flowed out, suspended in the void.

Everyone controlled the bright red blood to condense into weird bloody runes, and all the bloody runes were connected together, gradually forming a big bloody array covering the entire space.

The blood of tens of thousands of people flowed out and formed a billowing blood cloud in midair.

The Great Elder frowned slightly, and he brushed the Naring, large swaths of scarlet blood gushed out and gathered in mid-air.

These are the blood of the Stone Race people.

"It seems that there is still not enough."

"It's time for you to die for the soul clan!"

Hun Tiandi suddenly looked at the more than [-] strong fighters of the Soul Clan Dou Zong who were behind him.

"My lord, please forgive me!"

Those people changed color in horror, turned around and wanted to run away.

"It is your honor to serve the soul clan."

Emperor Huntian let out a faint voice, and the slave marks planted in the bodies of the 300 people exploded, and the bodies turned into blood mist, which rose up and merged into the blood cloud.

The billowing cloud of blood finally enveloped the entire soul palace space.

The dull pressure oppressed everyone in the Soul Palace.

Soul Destruction's villain value decreased rapidly.

The golden barrier was crushed by the blood cloud and gradually became dim.

In the Hall of Souls, dozens of people's bodies exploded under the pressure of the breath of death and silence and the little spirit devouring formation.

Some people even began to pass out.

"Listen, people in the Hall of Souls, those who are willing to surrender, this emperor will punish them lightly, and forget the past!"

"Those who take the head of the soul and destroy life, regardless of their cultivation level, will enter the seat of the elders of the soul clan!"

"I'll give you half an hour, don't wait until it's too late, kill without mercy!"

The voice of the Emperor Hun Tian rushed into the Soul Palace surrounded by a turbulent fighting spirit.

"The seat of the elders of the soul clan, this..."

The Supreme Elder of the Soul Clan was slightly startled.

"You think I'll really give it?"

Emperor Huntian sneered.

……

People in the Hall of Souls were panicked.

"Did you hear that, I'll give you one last chance, now you still have a chance to survive if you exit the Soul Palace."

Hun Miesheng sat on the throne, tapped the throne with his fingertips, and swept across everyone in the Hall of Souls indifferently.

"This old man is willing to go through fire and water for the Hall Master, and fight to the death without retreating!"

"Please order the Lord!"

Gui Lao knelt down on one knee, his eyes became sharper.

"I am willing to die for the Hall Master!"

Shouts resounded through the Soul Hall.

However, there are also [-]% of the people who chose to quit the Soul Palace silently.

At this moment, there are only more than [-] people left in the Hall of Souls.

Hun Miesheng casually watched these people leave without any movement.

"Very good, from now on, you will be the confidantes of the Lord of the Palace!"

Hun Miesheng waved his sleeve robe, looked down at the remaining people in the hall, "Emperor Dou dare not say, but within a hundred years, the master of this hall has the ability to at least raise all of you to Dou Zun, Dou Sheng!"

"This……"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, although in their eyes, the death of the soul was like a god.

However, the lowest level of cultivation here is only Dou Huang, and it is unimaginable that 6000 people can be promoted to Dou Zun and Dou Sheng at the same time within a hundred years.

"Do not believe?"

"Then just wait."

Hun Miesheng looked at the six thousand subordinates with loyalty above 97, and chuckled.

Immediately, he stretched his waist and came to the side of the main God Realm Monument.

The villain value is quickly consumed.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"It's time to resolve this battle."

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(End of this chapter)