Douluo Super Saiyan Legend

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The screeching sound of metal grinding against stone echoed in the dark cave.

In this dim environment, Wukong's white ancient clothes looked particularly bright, and he held a blood-black and red spear in his hand.

But in this dark cave, the gun seemed to blend into the surrounding environment.

As they walked, Wukong frowned and retched a little: "The smell of blood is so strong..."

"The emotion of killing is rampant... I wonder how this will compare to the city of killing?"

But in fact, this is not the smell of blood, but Wukong's ability to receive it through his ordinary breath.

The evil soul master's unique aura is received from the outside in, and the murderous and violent emotions are sensed by the domineering energy of seeing, hearing, color and color.

Wukong is particularly sensitive to the smell of evil and blood. When he got to a place like this, he just retched and retched, but he was already pretty good without vomiting.

He straightened his clothes with his left hand. In this dark environment where he couldn't see his fingers, if he were to be an ordinary person or an ordinary soul master.

Already lying there or peeing in their pants with fear, all living things have a sense of fear of the unknown.

But Wukong's night vision ability and mental power cover the detection, just enough to avoid unknown possibilities in this dark cave.

Whoosh~

Sudden!

Wukong felt something pass by him, and when he took a closer look, he didn't expect it to be a bat spirit owner whose spirit power was about the same as the Soul King.

I guess the other party thought he couldn't see him in the dark environment...

"The sound of the magic bat..." The bat soul king flying above the cave raised an evil smile, opened his mouth and loudly roared out a sound wave.

At the same time, his body was still shining with a soul ring, but his shining soul ring looked particularly dazzling in the dark cave.

It also gave Wukong a good way to determine his location. Although he has mental power, he doesn't use his eyes at all...

The seven forged soul rings of the disguise bracelets on his body lit up.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black and black!

"What!"

"Soul Saint!" The bat soul king flying above widened his round eyes and even wiped them with the bat wings possessed by his martial soul.

That's right, it's Soul Saint!

The Bat Soul King didn't see the scene at the door just now, so he didn't know that the person in front of him was now the Soul Saint.

The sound waves released by the Bat Soul King propagated larger and farther in this cave due to the unique terrain!

If you are a person with shallow cultivation, your ears may have been shattered by this time. After all, this kind of terrain is indeed very popular for people with bat martial arts.

It can naturally strengthen the power of one's own soul skills.

But in Wukong's opinion, all these are in vain!

"There are only two points to deal with sonic attacks, either destroy the source of the sound, or make a sound louder than it..." Wukong said with a sullen face and a cold voice.

at the same time!

Dancing the dark demon soul gun in his hand, he used the technique of thrusting the stick forward to control the disguised golden hoop in his hand, and fired out a set of stabbing spears shaped like flowing water.

The calf exerted force, and the muscles were as tight as a rock. He jumped up and held the spear tightly in his hand.

His eyes were cold and fierce, and he stabbed at the Bat Soul King without hesitation.

"Wait!" The Bat Soul King saw that Wukong was anxious and was attacking him. He quickly begged for mercy: "Don't hit me!"

"I am the test officer of the Holy Spirit Church!"

"you……"

Before the Bat Soul King could say the second half of his sentence, Wukong activated his teleportation and was in front of the Bat Soul King in the blink of an eye.

The black spear in his hand was inserted into his heart, and layers of blood dripped down the dark bat wings.

In this cave, it is like the sound of an underground river flowing.

"You!" Bat Soul King had endless unwillingness in his eyes. He just came to work!

Why did you provoke this guy? !

"Stop talking, it's your fault as the assessor..." Wukong looked evil and pulled out the spear inserted into the Bat Soul King's chest.

Another sweep, knocking down the Bat Soul King without any hesitation. The body was torn into pieces, and it was too horrible to see.

Wukong also looked at himself, and after making sure that his white clothes were not stained, he held the spear again and walked deeper into the darker cave.

Facing these evil soul masters, Wukong had no mercy in his heart, because he felt that these guys were similar to the group of people in the Killing City.

terrorist……

And the most important thing is that he felt the breath of human blood from this man's body, which showed that this Bat Soul King must have habitually killed people.

If others do not offend me, I will not offend others...

If someone doesn't come looking for you, just let him live his life. Why kill him for your own cultivation?

Eating flesh and blood...

Wukong glanced at the top of the cave with cold eyes and ignored it.

Someone is watching me...

…

"Jie Jie Jie~" A piercing demonic voice wandered in an independent cave.

At the same time, he also held a screen-shaped soul guide in his hand to monitor the behavior of Wukong on the opposite side.

"It's really interesting..."

"That's what I like, taking human life seriously~"

The person who came was a pale old man with shaggy white hair. Judging from his appearance, he could not tell whether he was a man or a woman.

Da da da~

The sound of high heels stepping on the stone slabs was heard, and the old man turned his head and lowered his head to show respect to the visitor.

"Your Highness the Saint..."

"Hmm~" Ling Yuexu responded softly with no expression on her face.

Then he took the screen-shaped soul guide from the old man's hand, lightly pursed his red lips, and looked worriedly at Wukong in the dark cave.

"Fubuki~"

"You must be safe and sound!"

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(The author almost ran out of money to work, so he laughed, cried, laughed, and cried.)