The most powerful villain in fighting

Chapter 198 Three years, the meeting of the seven clans

Three years passed quietly.

The sea of ​​blood covering Zhongzhou has been refusing to dissipate for a long time.

And over the Spirit Devouring Absolute Life Formation that was still in operation, the continuous sky thunder continued.

This thunderstorm has lasted for three full years, but it still hasn't shaken the monsters in the Soul Devouring Boundary Formation.

The two continue to fight fiercely, but no matter how it develops, perhaps the Demon King is the real winner in the Soul Devouring Formation.

"Three years have passed."

Hun Miesheng, who was still standing in front of the Soul Devouring Ultimate Formation, let out a breath.

Today, he has successfully cultivated two different fires, and after three years of painstaking training, he barely broke through to the late six-star Dou Sheng stage.

The Seven Star Fighting Saint is still too difficult to overcome.

After all, he didn't hang up to open it.

"Young patriarch has been here for three years, but it's normal. It's not surprising how many years it took to hit such a big event." Hun Yang on the side took a sip of wine.

His current cultivation base is only at the early stage of Five-Star Fighting Saint...

However, being able to achieve a big leap in three years is already very powerful.

It would be impossible for ordinary people to achieve this kind of achievement within a few decades, or even a hundred years before there was even a chance.

"Hun Miesheng, it's been so long, you should give an explanation to all the clansmen."

When Hun Yang and the others looked around, an old low sigh finally sounded in this area.

Click, click—

The nearby space suddenly split open, and a figure emerged from it.

An old man in gray, shaking his head, walked out slowly with a look of disappointment on his face, and as he walked out, his face also changed a little, a pair of long black eyebrows drooping down, looking extremely strange .

"Soul demon." Hun Miesheng slowly stood up, facing him without the slightest fear.

This gray-clothed old man is also an elder-level figure of the Soul Clan, and his strength has reached the level of the late five-star Dou Sheng. In the Soul Clan, he can barely be regarded as a high-level figure.

"It's been so many years, I've asked you for so long, you didn't even say a word, your soul died, you are very courageous, dare to ignore the clan rules of the clan?"

"How many times have I said it?" Hun Miesheng looked at the black-browed old man and sneered, "Soul Demon, the young patriarch is not a traitor who betrayed the people, why bother for so long?"

"Now that the young patriarch's plan has already been completed, why do you bother with it until now?"

"It's not that I'm pestering, but that everyone in the clan needs an explanation from the young patriarch!" The soul demon shouted emotionally, "The plan of the soul clan was exposed so early, and now people from other races are holding meetings. The so-called confession, how to pass their level?"

"If the other six clans unite together, no matter how rich our soul clan's background is, we won't be able to stop it, let alone the fact that the patriarch is currently in closed doors..."

"Soul Demon, if you have been only concerned about this kind of thing all this time, you can rest assured." Hun Miesheng glanced at him, "The young patriarch has already made complete preparations, you can leave, don't bother the young patriarch Impact Fighting Saint."

"You..." The soul demon was just about to speak, but Hun Miesheng snorted coldly, and the momentum on his body suddenly climbed up, forcing the former to take a few steps back.

"Six-Star Fighting Saint Late Stage?!"

The soul demon old man stood there blankly, and after a moment, he suddenly came back to his senses, and lost his voice in horror.

There is an extremely huge gap between fighting saints at each level. A five-star fighting saint can defeat ten late four-star fighting saints, and a six-star fighting saint can also easily kill more than ten five-star fighting saints. It can be said that the strength is improved geometrically.

And it only took a few short years for the Hall Master of the Soul Palace to soar from the early five-star stage to the late stage of the six-star battle saint, which is already very incredible, and it is not too much to call it a cheat.

Hun Miesheng waved his sleeves, and looked coldly at the soul demon who came to question him.

"You should go back, Soul Demon."

If it was Hun Miesheng from before, he wouldn't dare to talk to the soul demon like this. After all, the soul clan is the most powerful, and whoever is stronger has a higher status.

But now... the positions between the two have been reversed.

Hun Miesheng, who has the strength of a six-star Dou Sheng, is enough to hold the soul demons on the ground with one hand and kill them indiscriminately.

"Okay, I'll go back. When Hun Qianmo starts to investigate, or if the Four Demon Saints come over to question you, I won't protect you." The Hunmo took a deep breath, then turned and went back.

"Hun Qianmo, Four Demon Saints?" Hun Miesheng listened to what he said, as if it was the funniest joke in the world.

After laughing for a while, Hun Miesheng lowered his head and said in a low voice:
"The entire upper echelon of the Soul Clan has long been on the side of the young patriarch. I really don't know what you old bastards are still making a fuss about."

……

Somewhere in the space, a meeting is taking place.

Every member of the ancient race sent an old monster-level fighting saint to sit in the proper position of each race.

Among them, an old figure leaning on crutches, like a ghost, slowly appeared in the eyes of one after another without warning, and was also sitting in his own seat.

When that old figure appeared, the eyes of the other fighting saints also froze slightly, looking at that figure solemnly. When this person appeared, there was no fluctuation in the space at all. It was as if he had been standing there from beginning to end.

However, a middle-aged man in a white robe, Ling Yidao of the Spirit Race, asked coldly when he saw this figure appear.

"Hun Qianmo, you soul race must give us an explanation for the matter of Zhongzhou!"

Ling Yidao, a strong man in the late stage of the six-star fighting saint belonging to the spirit clan, is also known as one of the three sword saints of the spirit clan by others.

He is also the strongest under the Spirit King, the Patriarch of the Spirit Race.

The spirit-slaying blade in his hand exploded with full force, even the four demon saints of the soul clan were unwilling to confront him head-on, so the spirit clan's dual spirit sword technique was enough to deter other ancient races.

Although the strength is the weakest, if you break out with all your strength, no one is weak!
The old man leaning on crutches was as thin as a bone, dressed in gray, and always had an unnatural smile on his dry face. His eyes were not cloudy like ordinary old people. , on the contrary, there was a strange brilliance. Under the gaze of those eyes, it seemed that even the soul felt a little tingling feeling faintly.

Hearing Ling Yidao's words, Hun Qianmo's withered face trembled slightly, his eyes glowing with strange luster slowly swept across the other fighting saints who were also old monsters, his voice was hoarse like bones rubbing against each other generally:
"The responsibility for this matter is indeed entirely on my soul clan... But we don't know Hun Tianchen's plan. I remember that when the crusade started, even our soul clan sent people to stop it."

"Everyone, this incident can't be entirely blamed on the Soul Clan. After all, even high-level figures like us don't know what happened."

(End of this chapter)