Douro Searle

Chapter 44
When everyone was shocked by the ten-thousand-year soul ring on Searle's body, Searle only had ghosts in his eyes.

"cough……"

Ming Ling, who was held tightly by Searle, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and her body injuries were already very serious.

Although the arena was very noisy and crazy at this time, it did not affect Searle's sanity.

After seeing no response for a moment, Searle threw Ming Ling out of the arena and walked towards the exit of the arena alone.

"Hehehehe..." Suddenly, Ming Ling, who had fallen outside the venue, let out a strange laugh. She sat up, and blue stripes began to be slowly drawn between her eyebrows, gradually forming a strange pattern of vertical pupils!

Searle's body paused lightly, and even his footsteps stopped. He squinted his eyes and looked at Ming Ling outside the arena, secretly shocked in his heart.

Sure enough, it was under control!

Ming Ling shook her body and stood up. She faced Searle in the center of the arena and made a hoarse voice.

"I didn't expect that the god name was such a young soul sect, 12 years old, 13 years old, and even the age of the fourth soul ring has reached ten thousand years..."

Searle saw the blue demonic vertical pupil pattern between Mingling's eyebrows, but he didn't move, because even if he killed Mingling, it wouldn't do any harm to the manipulator behind the scenes.

I saw Mingling's face suddenly raised, revealing her weird vertical pupils between her brows, and said: "However, I like to torture you geniuses, the better your talent, the more interested I am, hahahahaha... "

"Madman." He didn't look at Ming Ling again, and now that he had confirmed the clue, Searle walked to the arena and started his next step.

But this disappointed the audience in the viewing area, they wanted to see more brutal scenes.

"The winner is..." At this moment, the host's voice re-emerged from the arena.

"God number!"

Searle, who walked into the exit of the arena, turned his back, away from the roaring sound, he quietly clenched his fists, and walked towards the outside of the arena...

In a corner of the highest part of the viewing area, a man with a thin face was sitting, and between his brows, there was a strange blue pattern of vertical pupils shining!

There were several young men and women standing in front of the man, and at this moment, all of them had stiff faces and blank expressions...

The hair blocked Serre's face, and Serre was walking out of the big soul fighting field at this time, and he saw a few bloodstains all over his body, as if he had just gone through a bloody battle.

Soon, several eyes fixed on Serre, but they didn't do anything. Even if they defeated Serre here, they couldn't confirm that this piece of meat could really be eaten in their mouths.

At this moment, Searle looked a little weak, he hurried out of the spirit arena, as if he was an injured and flustered soul master, walking towards a place where there were few people.

After a while, a group of soul masters gathered behind him.

Searle turned his head and saw the group of people behind him, and immediately quickened his pace, walking towards the alley, like a small animal in a panic.

Searle's actions aroused evil thoughts in the group of people, and a group of more than 20 soul masters followed Searle's footsteps closely, not far nor close.

But at the same time, they are also wary of their fellow travelers.

In many cases, the spoils they can get are not obtained from the first person to be robbed, but from those who robbed others.

Searle glanced behind him in a panic, as if he had realized that he was being followed, and then he suddenly accelerated his speed and rushed into a corner.

Swish Swish Swish!When a group of people saw Serge disappear, they all rushed over in an instant, like a fish holding on to the bait!

And at the moment they turned the corner, they saw a huge figure, which was more than four meters high, looking at them fiercely.

It's a pity that when the few people in front realized that something was wrong, the people behind rushed over

Seeing that the people coming from behind were not too friendly, it made them in the middle in a dilemma for a while.

boom!The huge figure suddenly swept across, and one after another figure flew out backwards, hitting the black building.

Blood dripped on the wall, but it was covered by black.

A few minutes later, Searle's figure returned to normal, and at his feet, there were more than a dozen dying soul masters.

At this time, the first and fourth soul rings on Searle's body lit up...

In the soul fighting arena, Ming Ling, covered in blood, slowly walked towards several young men and women. Some wounds on her body hadn't stopped, but she still walked as if she couldn't feel pain.

There are a lot of people here, but it's eerily quiet!

I saw that in the eyes of those standing, they were all numb, as if they were puppets without souls, real puppets!
"My injured kitten, it seems that the Godship didn't kill you."

A voice came from among those people, and there was a gray-haired man surrounded by those young men and women.

The gray-haired man was thin and his face was withered and yellow. He was sitting on a black seat, quietly looking at Ming Ling who was walking over.

The moment the gray-haired man made his voice, there was a slight tremor in the pupils of those men and women with stiff faces, but they were quickly suppressed and returned to a sluggish look.

Ming Ling walked over, her body trembling slightly due to the severe injuries.

At this time, the gray-haired man stretched out his right hand and looked at Mingling coldly.

Ming Ling walked to the side of the gray-haired man with blank eyes, then knelt down with a snap and lowered his head.

"It seems that you are lucky, Ming Ling." The gray-haired man put his hand on Ming Ling's head, and rubbed her head, as if he was stroking his pet.

And Ming Ling, who lowered his head, opened his eyes, the pupils in his eyes trembled constantly, and his body began to tremble.

Sensing the inner resistance of Ming Ling, the gray-haired man's eyebrows lit up with a light blue light, and the bewitching vertical pupils were outlined again!

At the same time, blue vertical pupil lines appeared between the brows of everyone present, their expressions became more rigid, and the trembling in their eyes disappeared, even Mingling was no exception.

"It's really like a stray cat, Mingling," the gray-haired man held down Mingling's head, grabbed her hair, lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "If I hadn't picked you up, you I didn’t know that you died in that corner of the chaotic city, your family abandoned you, this is your recycling bin, the garbage recycling bin!”

"But you are still useful. The talent of that guy named Shenhao is so terrifying. He is already a soul sect at the age of 13." The gray-haired man let go of his hand, and then his eyes suddenly became wild: "Genius, evildoer, And it's not those big families that can't be offended, I must make him into my collection, even the youngest Haotian Douluo only became a Title Douluo in his 40s, as long as I have you, I will definitely be able to create a Titled Douluo by myself, and then I will use you to return to the empire and wipe out all the families that want to kill me, hahahahaha..."

(End of this chapter)