The odd number of Douluo

Chapter 532 Pursuit
Zhao Xuan patrolled the vast Tiandou Plain with a gloomy face, cursing secretly in his heart.

"How did Little San improve so fast? He's almost catching up with me!"

Zhao Xuan felt a little depressed. When he reached the strength of Title Douluo, no matter Tang San or other little monsters were far away from him, now everyone has caught up.

Although there is joy in my heart, it is inevitable that there is also a feeling of being lost, especially when my teammates are continuing to improve, but I am not making any progress.

"Ugh……"

Zhao Xuan sighed slightly, then looked at the vast plain in front of him, and arrived at the next city in a while.

The God of Death is not without brains either, every time he attacked border towns, he didn't enter the hinterland of the Heaven Dou Empire, so he was afraid of being caught by him.

"However, after slaughtering millions of souls, how much strength has that guy recovered?"

The God of Death was injured in the battle with himself, his strength dropped from a demigod, and he almost couldn't even stand at level 99. After the battle with Tang San, he lost some, maybe he didn't even have the strength of level 99 .

"Who made you insubstantial?"

Zhao Xuan shook his head. Although the state of the God of Death is immune to certain physical damage, the source is too easy to collapse.

Maybe that guy's body was originally formed by condensing death energy.

While walking quickly, such a thought suddenly popped up in Zhao Xuan's mind, and then this thought has been lingering in his mind for a long time.

Not long after, a small city appeared in Zhao Xuan's eyes.

The quiet small town is safe and peaceful, and it seems that it has not been affected by the shadow of war. There are three large characters carved on the gate of the city. If you carefully argue, isn't it just the words "Nooding City"?
Zhao Xuan looked at the small city in front of him with nostalgia in his eyes. He had stayed in this city for a full six years, accounting for almost a quarter of his life in this life.

"I should really bring Hermione back to see, she hasn't been back for a long time."

Zhao Xuan stretched his waist in the sky, and scanned Notting City with his spiritual sense.

Although Notting City is not considered a border town, it is not too far from the border either. Perhaps it was because of human emotions that he deliberately took a long way to take a look.

After finding out that there was no breath of the god of death in it, Zhao Xuan found the right direction and galloped in the direction of the holy soul village. Now that he has come here, there is no reason not to go back and have a look, and he doesn't know what happened to Mr. Jack .

It took Zhao Xuan and Tang San a full morning to go from Holy Soul Village to Notting City, but now it seems that the distance of dozens of kilometers can be reached in just a quarter of an hour.

……

"Well, I'm fine, but Xiaoxuan, you and Xiaosan should be careful, Wuhundian is so crazy, you two must be careful."

Mr. Jack sent Zhao Xuan out, and said earnestly, it seems that the promotion of Tiandou Empire is doing well.

After so many years, the old man's body is still in good health. The main reason is that the old man has a good mentality and sees everything very openly. This may be the case of the so-called "smile and smile for ten years".

"Xiaoxuan, you and Xiaosan are the pride of our holy soul village. If the war is won, will you come back?"

The old man looked at Zhao Xuan with cloudy eyes, and asked expectantly.

"Come back, we will definitely come back, don't worry, I can't bear to stay in such a good place." Zhao Xuan laughed.

"Well, my holy soul village is really good. I have walked out of the soul saint, and I have also walked out of you and Xiaosan, two titled Douluo level powerhouses."

The old man nodded as if agreeing, and said quite complacently.

Zhao Xuan couldn't help laughing, comparing Soul Sage with me and Xiaosan, isn't this too contemptuous of Title Douluo?But he also knew that although the old man hoped that there would be a powerful soul master in the village, he didn't know much about soul masters. Maybe the title Douluo in the old man's mind was just one or two levels higher than a soul master, but I don't know that there is a difference between the two.

After thinking about it, Zhao Xuan waved to the old man and said, "Old man, I'm leaving."

"Well, go all the way."

"call out!"

With the sound of a piercing sound, the surrounding wind rose, and as the dust flew up, several coughs sounded from the dust.

"Ahem, this kid..."

On a mountain not far from Holy Soul Village, Zhao Xuan stopped slowly, and stepped into a cave with a strange expression on his face.

The vitality around this cave is extremely strong, and the surrounding plants are also growing luxuriantly, and under the nourishment of this vitality, there are faint signs of transformation into soul beasts.

Inside the cave, Zhao Xuan looked at a depression in front of him, and his palm slowly reflected on it.

"Blue Silver Grass, no... the breath of the Blue Silver Emperor, it turns out that Uncle Tang Hao placed Xiao San's mother here before."

Walking out of the cave and looking into the distance from the mountainside, you can see the Holy Soul Village surrounded by mountains. His family's house and Tang San's house are clearly visible.

Come to think of it, for a long time in the past, Tang Hao could only look at this place from afar, visiting here from time to time to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

"I misunderstood Uncle Tang Hao."

Zhao Xuan touched his nose, thinking that if he encountered such a thing, he might not be as strong as Uncle Tang Hao, but Xiaosan's family...

How come the people I like are all in the form of soul beasts. Could it be that the family does not enter the house?Or is there a destiny in the dark?

Just when Zhao Xuan was about to leave, he suddenly frowned, and suddenly hid his breath and galloped away in a certain direction.

not far away……

A strange black mist permeated the ground, they seeped out from the ground, and then slowly condensed into a figure.

With a coat as black as ink, and a handsome and pale face, the god of death looked at the small mountain village in front of him.

"Holy Soul Village... this is where those two guys grew up."

He carefully looked at the village in front of him. The quiet village looked peaceful and peaceful. Even if the outside world became a mess, it was still not affected much, like an isolated paradise.

"I just don't know how those two guys will react after they know it's gone."

The corner of the God of Death's mouth curled up, as if thinking of some wonderful scene. Although this method is very inferior, it would be interesting to see the anger of those two guys.

Gently flicking his slender and pale fingers, a river of souls composed entirely of dead souls sprang out from the sleeve robe, moving towards the Holy Soul Village following his thoughts.

"Fuck!"

A thunderous sound rose out of thin air, precisely cutting off the river of souls.

When the God of Death saw the familiar thunder, he couldn't help but jump in his heart. Before he could think about it, he burrowed into the ground and started to flee.

Zhao Xuan, who rushed over, stood at the place where the God of Death disappeared, his consciousness surged, and he sensed that the God of Death's breath had reached a very far place.

"Bastard, where are you going!"

(End of this chapter)