Douluo's ward off evil spirits and nightmares

In Shrek Academy, when Flanders and Master took the Six Shrek Monsters to participate in the Soul Fighting Tournament, he stayed behind in the academy.

Although there is nothing in this place, there seems to be nothing left to stay.

Zhao Wuji sat bored at his desk and muttered to himself, "Oh, it's so boring. The boss is really heartless. He went to watch the fun by himself, but left me behind. But since the arrival of that master, all the courses have been taught by He arranged it, which made me feel a lot more relaxed.”

"Since you are so free, how about playing with us?" Suddenly, two people called his name in unison from behind.

Zhao Wuji was shocked. You must know that as a seventy-sixth level soul saint, he is a high-level existence in the entire Douluo Continent soul master world. Within a radius of a hundred meters, even the sound of falling leaves cannot escape his ears. .

At this time, he didn't feel that there was anyone around him, but the two voices pierced directly into his ears, and it sounded like they were talking in his ears. This kind of strength has made Zhao Wu extremely vigilant.

The last time he encountered this situation was when Tang Hao came to bully him.

He was breaking into a cold sweat. Could it be that he was a titled Douluo again? But he doesn't seem to be causing any trouble recently.

"I must be overthinking it. There are only a dozen or so Titled Douluo on the mainland. Why can I, old Zhao Hede, see him continuously? He must be an enemy." Zhao Wuji stood up, his eyes showing a cold light. In the soul master world, his reputation was not very good and he had made many enemies. He had to suspect that someone was coming to seek revenge.

As long as he is not a titled Douluo, with his rough skin and thick flesh, even a Contra would dare to carry him.

"Come out!" The voice sounded again, and two vague auras locked onto Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji immediately concentrated his soul power, jumped out of the window at the same time, and headed towards the direction where the sound came from.

"Come out, I know you are here." Zhao Wuji said cautiously, and immediately completed the possession of the martial soul. The seven souls circled the body and moved up and down, looking particularly dazzling.

"Hmph, the Seventh Ringed Soul Sage, with such strength, dares to ask my king for a battle, it is too disrespectful!" Yu Lin, who was dressed in black robes, appeared behind Zhao Wuji at some point, and was frightened. Zhao Wuji was covered in cold sweat.

Forget about the voice just now, but now, someone was actually so close to him. He hadn't discovered how strong the person was yet.

"Isn't it great? Let's just have a discussion with him and let him know how high the sky is!" At this time, another figure appeared on the treetops directly in front of him before he could react.

The two of them approached Zhao Wuji one after another. At the same time, soul rings began to appear one after another.

When you reach the realm of Titled Douluo, even if you don't activate the martial spirit, you can still release the soul ring. The ability of the soul ring is completely integrated with the martial spirit, and you can use it as you wish.

And above level ninety-five, it is a higher realm, where the martial soul and the soul master begin to completely merge into one.

The first was two yellow, two purple and four soul rings. Seeing this, Zhao Wuji smiled disdainfully, that's it?

Then there were three black soul rings, and his face gradually became heavy. It seemed that he should not be careless in today's battle.

When the last two soul rings of the two people were revealed, Zhao Wuji had only one thought in his mind, holy shit, you guys don't come here!

"Title Douluo, or two?" Old Zhao was completely stunned. No matter how troublesome he was in the past, he was not a fool. The most he provoked were people with similar strength to him. Pengci Titled Douluo, that was I think my life is too long!

Therefore, there should be no title-level existence among his enemies.

"Am I going to fight two titled Douluo alone today? Huh? Why should I say that again?" Zhao Wuji's previous domineering appearance disappeared in an instant, and he quickly bent down to salute, "Excuse me, which two seniors are here? , please stop making such jokes with me, how am I worthy of competing with you?"

Since both of them were wearing black robes, covering their faces and not releasing their martial spirits, even though Yu Lin was already famous throughout the world, Zhao Wuji could not recognize him.

"Fudo Myoto is so humble. You dare to challenge a king who is hundreds of times more powerful than us. For the two of us to be able to fight with you, we must have reached a higher level." Yu Lin said with a smile.

Zhao Wuji was shocked. He was more than a thousand times more powerful than the two titled Douluo. What kind of realm was that? God?

Even if he, Old Zhao, goes to attack the Pope's Palace in Wuhun City, he won't be able to offend a god-level being.

Moreover, these two titled Douluo were called their kings. With two titled beings as their subordinates, the strength of that force was probably not inferior to that of the three sects. Even if he tried to break his head, he couldn't figure out what he was. It was a time of trouble.

The appointment with Bei Luo to fight was just a boring joke in Zhao Wuji's eyes. He didn't take it to heart at all and had forgotten all about it long ago.

"Don't be afraid, we promise not to beat you to death, and we won't use martial arts. If you can survive ten minutes under our hands, we will leave immediately." Lan Xiang said calmly.

As soon as the words fell, the two of them rushed towards him together without giving Zhao Wuji a chance to react.

Boom boom, boom boom boom!

"ah!!!"

With a scream, Zao Wou-Ki endured double the happiness of the original work.

In fact, it didn't take ten minutes at all. The two titled Douluo joined forces to attack, and the entire battle was over in just three breaths.

Poor Zhao Wuji was lying on the ground, his head was completely swollen, and his eyes had turned black. There was blood at the corner of his mouth, and he was lying on the ground breathing heavily.

Not long ago, he was beaten all over his head by Tang Hao, but today he suffered a more serious injury. Old Zhao felt extremely unjust.

Yu Lin stepped forward, put his foot on Zhao Wuji's shoulder and said, "It seems that King Fudo is not as resistant to beatings as I thought. Unfortunately, I can't kill you today because you asked my king to fight." , Don’t worry, one day, someone will come and take you to my king, before that, practice well, maybe you can keep a glimmer of hope in the future.”

"Is his practice useful?" Lan Xiang asked doubtfully. In his opinion, even if Zhao Wuji practiced for another thousand years, he would not be able to match Beiluo.

"Of course it's useless. I just gave him some chicken soup to comfort him." Yu Lin shrugged.

Then, the two flew away together.

Zhao Wuji still fell to the ground and gasped. "It's over, I'm completely over now, but when did I make a date with that kind of monster?"

Zhao Wuji, who was puzzled, could only think about one thing at the moment, whether to run away with the bucket.

Being targeted by two Titled Douluo and a king who was far more powerful than the Titled Douluo, he would definitely die if he didn't run away.