The Only Immortal Cultivator of Douluo

Chapter 27 What's His Name? [New book please collect! 】

The man in black walked very peacefully.

……

Am I going to die?
Why is this happening?

Oh, I remember.

Among the five confidantes of Lord Jinyin (alternate) apostle, I am the lowest in status.

Because my soul power level is the lowest, just a soul king.

Moreover, my martial spirit is relatively ordinary, completely inconsistent with the style of the Rakshasa Sect, that is, the four-character policy of "crazy and weird".

I am often out of tune with them because I am not perverted enough... Is there anything more frustrating than this in the world?

If it weren't for the fact that my martial spirit can efficiently capture the special energy bodies formed after the death of ordinary people, maybe I would have been kicked out of the Rakshasa Sect.

Therefore, in order to improve my status, I decided to do something big.

I just found an excuse and stored the excess energy body in the Dark Moon Valley, using this to secretly absorb the power of the energy body, and started to create my own soul skills.

Strengthen yourself.

At the same time, I deliberately let the people of Wuhundian discover my whereabouts, lure them over, and catch them all.

Improve your prestige in teaching.

In this way, with strength and prestige gained, then my position in the divine religion...

Isn't it true that the heifer rides the flying dragon and is awesome.

But the problem is, who the hell would have thought that a giant dragon would really be summoned.

No, I can't just die like this.

This unfathomable white-haired boy, I am the enemy of life and death against him.

I want him to remember my name.

When he becomes famous all over the world in the future, I will be the most beautiful boy of the Rakshasa Sect and the face of the Sect.

Wait a minute, give me a chance, my name is...

"Fuck..."

Everything was just a snap of the fingers, and the black-robed man was completely swallowed by the billowing thunder, without even a single hair left.

……

What is the saddest thing in a person's life?

From the appearance to receiving the box lunch, there was no name, no lines, and in the end, I didn't even have time to say a complete word.

Even, because at night, he couldn't even see his face clearly.

It's better than playing tricks.

One path of grief, I would call it the strongest.

Seeing the black-robed man who was instantly swallowed by the thunder dragon, Bu Shagan thought silently in his heart.

……

"My lord, stop it, stop it, my lord... I surrender, I will tie myself up now.

"My lord, don't listen to him. I have experience in kidnapping people. What kind of binding method do you want, tortoise shell binding or cross binding?"

"Stop beating... Vomit... My stomach hurts, I need to go to the doctor."

"My lord, you may not believe me. I'm really not a Rakshasa cultist. I'm just a simple and evil fugitive who escaped from the city of Venus by boat. You should arrest me quickly."

"If you have something to say, my lord, I'll recruit. I'll recruit anything. I even know whether my boss likes men or women."

Su Bai's lightning strike not only made many Rakshasa believers understand the value of life.

Let them know what it means to do bad things and be struck by lightning.

One minute ago, they were still a group of Rakshasa believers who were free, doing whatever they wanted, and unscrupulous.

Believe in the great god of Rakshasa, and always practice the tenet of the god religion, crazy and weird.

Now, Rakshasa God?Who?
Unfamiliar, don’t know, never heard of.

As long as you can live, you can sit in prison and wear it.

That thunderbolt was really terrifying, it just stabbed straight through without any foreplay, who could bear it.

Not to mention the whole body, the ashes will not be brought to you.

What is this called?
Killing people to silence the mouth, along with crushing bones and ashes, is clearly arranged for you.

So, give us a chance, we want to be nice.

"Hmph, look at how cowardly you all are, how dare you call yourself a Rakshasa cultist.

You are not only discrediting the Rakshasa Sect, but also belittling our Spirit Hall.

If the Rakshasa Sect was really trash like you, it would have been wiped out by our Spirit Hall long ago. "

After preliminary interrogation by Bushagan, it was determined that none of these people were insiders of the Rakshasa Sect, and most of them were mercenaries and fugitives traveling around.

It was only because of the black-robed man's various coercion and lures that he became his subordinate and had the name of a Rakshasa cultist.

Actually, none of them worked.

And the only useful one, now there is not even ashes left.

Thinking of this, Bu Chagan felt a little depressed.

……

Rosa City, one day later.

An unknown mysterious basement.

There were six chairs in the basement, but now there were only three people sitting there.

Two men and one woman.

A man was wearing white light armor, slumped on a chair, his face was also very pale, as if he had suffered from kidney deficiency for a long time.

The other man sat upright on a chair, with a flat face, a pair of mung bean eyes, a bulbous nose, and a big beard.

The expression is very serious, giving the impression of being ugly and cold.

There is also a woman in a floor-length red dress with a hot figure, long legs, a small waist, and a full moon-like buttocks, with her hands folded over her chest, unfathomable.

People can't help but sigh that this body is really the best of perfection.

It's just that there is a faint red light covering his face, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

The man with kidney deficiency said weakly:
"The glass mirror is dead."

As soon as this remark came out, the expressions of the other two people changed.

"What? Liulijing...is dead.

Bai Jia, is the news accurate? "

The woman in the red dress was the first to ask, her tone somewhat suspicious and surprised.

"Well, it's true, just now, the old servant beside Liu Lijing escaped back.

According to him, except for himself, the rest of the people following Liulijing either died or were arrested, and it was the people from Wuhundian who did it.

I have already sent someone to investigate the specific situation.

Now, I am urgently looking for you to discuss how we should handle this matter.

After all, Liulijing is dead, and with us alone, the efficiency of collecting those special energy bodies will be greatly reduced.

Phantom, Wumeng, what do you think of this matter? "

"Martial Soul Hall?"

The woman in the red dress named Huanling frowned and said:
"Did Spirit Hall discover our whereabouts and purpose?"

"That's not necessarily true, according to that Huang Pizi, there are only three people here.

One is the deacon of the Wuhun Temple, the four-ring soul sect, one is the law enforcement team of the nearby villages and towns, the three-ring soul master, and there is a white-haired boy.

Liu Lijing was killed by this white-haired boy. "

The man named Bai Jia replied.

"Killed by a white-haired boy? It shouldn't be.

Liulijing, a fool, thought he was pretending well, but in fact, we have already discovered his real purpose.

If it weren't for the sake of being from the same faction, and the master also wanted to let him play, how could we easily let him go and allow him to take so many energy bodies.

It's just that he didn't expect that it really made him succeed.

His colorful and bright ones, just his self-created soul skills, aren't they quite powerful.

Did he not use this trick? "

Huan Ling's tone was full of disdain for Liuli Jing, but when he mentioned his self-created soul skills, he couldn't help becoming a little jealous.

Bai Jia was silent for a moment, heaved a sigh of relief, and said: "I used the glass mirror, but I was hit by a single move. What can I say?"

"What?" Phantom's tone was unbelievable.

Even the ugly and cold man named Wumeng, who had been sitting upright on the chair, frowned, obviously surprised.

They had all seen that move in secret, and it was still a half-finished product at that time, which already made them, the soul emperors, feel a little afraid.

What's more, now, Liu Lijing's self-created soul skills should have been perfected nine out of ten.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Bai Jia said: "Okay, let's report to the Lord at this time, and we can just listen to the Lord's decision."

Hearing this, Huanling and Wumeng nodded in agreement.

This is also the advantage of having a leader, you don't have to waste your brains and make up your own mind.

"By the way, I have another question. Since I have to report it to the Lord, Liuli Jing is already dead.

So, Liulijing... what's his real name? "

With that said, Bai Jia looked at Wumeng.

"Look at me, I'm not familiar with Liulijing, a boring gourd.

Don't look at my face anymore, if you still look at it, I will be angry if you look at it again. "

Afterwards, Bai Jia looked at Phantom again.

The Phantom shrugged and said:
"He did tell me his name before.

I remember that his name seemed to have some kind of plant and some kind of animal in it, and it sounded like a curse word.

Therefore, I have always called him the name of his martial spirit, Liulijing.

The real name, I have long forgotten.

In fact, you don't have to be so entangled. In my opinion, the Lord has long since forgotten his name.

A name is just a code name, who cares? "

A certain black-robed man who has not even ashes left: "..."

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