The Lord of Soul Palace

Chapter 96 The Soul Emperor Appears! (First update! Please subscribe!)

The powerful force drove Soul Tu to collapse a small mountain.

"Cough cough..."

The collapsed rock exploded, and a somewhat embarrassed figure flew out.

Soul Tu's face was gloomy.

Winning and losing is a common occurrence, but to be crushed on one's own strengths, this is simply a shame and humiliation for the proud and arrogant him.

Hun Miesheng squeezed his fist.

With his current physical strength, without using battle qi, in terms of strength alone, there may not be many people in the entire battle qi continent who are stronger than him.

"Let's do it together!"

Hun Tu and Hun Jing's gazes at Hun Miesheng finally became serious.

Huntu grabbed a blood-red ghost-head sword in his hand. The bloody smell from the ghost-head sword was extremely strong, and it was unknown how many people died under this sword.

With a wave of Soul Mirror, black chains flew all over the sky, forming a black cage with Soul Miesheng at the center.

The blood-red runes lit up on the chain, looking extremely weird.

Countless ghosts rushed over, as if they were going to devour them.

"It's a very familiar move."

Hun Miesheng looked at the cage formed by the black chains and the thousands of ghosts with a playful expression.

Ten thousand ghosts eat souls!

He used this trick to deal with the Patriarch Danta at the beginning, but that time the Soul Eater gathered the power of the entire Soul Hall.

"Lock!"

Soul Mirror spat out a word.

The pitch-black cage of chains shrank rapidly, tightly winding and locking Hun Miesheng's limbs in an instant.

Countless ghosts gushed out from the chains, desperately trying to get into his sea of ​​consciousness and tear his soul apart.

"Soul Mirror, leave it to me for the last time!"

"You have to tear him to shreds with your own hands in order to relieve Lao Tzu's anger!"

"By the way, don't kill the soul body yet, save it for slow torture."

Huntu grinned, showing a hideous expression.

"no problem."

Huntu spit, with a strong killing intent in his eyes, he clenched the blood-red ghost-headed sword in his hand.

The battle energy between heaven and earth desperately condensed into the knife.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

"Soul is destroyed, go to die."

Huntu swung the blood-red broadsword with all his strength, his fighting spirit rolled, and a thousand-zhang sword glow with strong blood energy took shape.

Slashed down with a devastating blow!

"If only that's the case."

"That's the end of it."

Hun Miesheng glanced at the thousand zhang sword light that was slashing down at him, and smiled.

The power in the body exploded.

The chains that bound him were crumbling.

Purple-black flames swept out from Soul Miesheng's body, devouring all ghosts and ghosts together.

The thousand zhang sword light plowed a deep gully on the ground, trying to split him in two.

Hun Miesheng's eyes narrowed, and he raised his palm.

The black dou qi condensed in his big hands, and he actually squeezed the thousand-foot sword glow in his hands.

"burst!"

The five fingers are slightly closed.

Accompanied by a bang, the sword light collapsed and dissipated between heaven and earth in an instant.

The wave of dou qi knocked Hun Tu and Hun Jing back more than ten steps.

Hun Miesheng stepped on the void, his black sleeves raised slightly.

The breath of Dou Sheng Ba Xing was released unreservedly, oppressing both Hun Tu and Hun Jing.

"Eight Star Fighting Saint!"

The expressions of the two of them changed in horror, and they watched Hun Mie Sheng in disbelief.

More than two months ago, Hun Mie Sheng's cultivation was clearly only a five-star Dou Sheng, but now he has eight stars?

How can this be?

Increased nearly three star ranks in more than two months?
They are now only at the peak strength of the seven stars, and they have been stuck here for several years, even if they want to go further, it is difficult to reach the sky.

"Do you have any other means?"

Hun Miesheng looked at Hun Tu and Hun Jing jokingly.

"If not, then this game can be over."

Seven Star Fighting Saint no longer poses much threat to Hun Mie Sheng now.

"impossible!"

Hun Tu's eyes devoured blood, and he frantically swung the blood-colored ghost knife in his hand, and wave after wave of blood-red sword lights flooded the sky and covered the sky.

Hun Miesheng just relied on his tyrannical strength to shatter the sword light with one punch.

The terrifying power shocked the two of them.

Hun Miesheng stepped towards the two of them step by step, a heavy pressure enveloped the surroundings, as if he was in a quagmire.

"So what about the Eight-Star Fighting Saint?"

"It's not like the Eight-Star Fighting Saint died at the hands of our Four Demon Saints."

Hun Jing and Hun Tu looked at each other with a sneer on their lips.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie."

The two laughed strangely, their bodies suddenly exploded, turned into a thick black mist, and flew up to the sky.

Immediately after seeing it, the black clouds in the sky suddenly rolled violently, as if boiling.

Black clouds spread out from the middle.

An extremely huge monstrous ghost hand slowly poked out from the black cloud.

Countless ghosts condensed, but turned into a ferocious ghost king.

The aura emitted by the ghost king seems to have reached the strength of the late eight-star stage, and even with the gradual increase of ghosts, the ghost king's strength is still improving.

Hun Miesheng frowned.

As soon as he raised his hand, the purple-black flame split and turned into seven different flames.

The different fires transformed into wolf, leopard, lion, tiger, jiao, phoenix, python, and seven kinds of fire spirits in the void.

Qilunlihuo!

A thousand-foot pillar of fire soared into the sky!

It was about to tear the ghost king and the black cloud covering the entire sky apart.

A thousand-foot-large hand suddenly protruded from the void.

Blocked on the pillar of fire.

"The trial game is over."

The faint voice fell.

The five fingers of that big hand clenched suddenly, and only a loud bang was heard.

The pillar of fire cast by Qilun Lihuo was crushed and exploded!
The turbulent fire waves swayed in all directions, and after dozens of breaths, the world finally returned to calm.

A tall figure in black robe appeared above the void, overlooking everything below, like an emperor.

The power of Qilunlihuo is almost equivalent to the blow of a strong player in the early stage of Jiuxing Dousheng.

And how strong is a person who can defeat such an attack with one move?
There is probably only one person in the entire soul clan who can do it.

Soul Emperor!
Hun Miesheng let out a deep breath.

finally come.

Something was quietly grasped by him in the palm of his hand.

"Four Demon Saints, Soul Slayer."

"Four Demon Saints, Soul Mirror."

"My lord, the Emperor of Heaven."

Hun Tu and Hun Jing knelt in front of the man on one knee, with extremely respectful expressions.

"The two of you are not his opponents, the trial game is over."

Although Huntu Hunjing was unwilling, he had to admit that if Emperor Huntian hadn't shot, they would have been seriously injured by this blow.

Emperor Huntian grabbed it out with his big hand.

He grasped the strange flame lingering in the space in the palm of his hand.

All kinds of strange fires danced and struggled in the palm of his hand, looking quite spiritual.

"Qinglian Earth Heart Flame, Falling Heart Flame..."

Emperor Huntian looked at the different fires in his hand in amazement, and annihilated them one by one with his fingers.

When he saw the last black flame, even though he had expected it, his expression still changed several times.

After a period of uncertainty.

Emperor Huntian looked at Hun Miesheng with deep eyes.

"It seems that the guy in nothingness really died in your hands."

(End of this chapter)