Douluo Internet Era

The person who came was wearing a black tuxedo, a top hat, a monocle on his left eye, and a black cane in his hand. He looked like an old gentleman, and there was no trace of him being an evil soul master. .

But Electrox opened his eyes and said solemnly to Lan Nuo: "What a strong resentment. There are not even a thousand but eight hundred grievances entangled in him."

When Lan Nuo heard what Electrolux said, he knew he had found the right person. He released his mental power and swept towards the person. He wanted to explore the opponent's strength, but was blocked by an extremely cold breath.

"It's an unfamiliar face. It seems we have to add new blood!" The man in the tuxedo put down his cane and sat across from Lan Nuo. Looking at Lan Nuo's young face, he couldn't help but feel a little amused.

Lan Nuo's face was custom-made by Wen Ruyu. It was made of his own flesh and blood, so it was basically impossible for any flaws to be seen.

"I wonder how you found this place?" The man in the tuxedo unceremoniously picked up the blood in front of Lan Nuo and tasted it between his lips as if tasting wine.

Lannozi opened the zipper of his hiking bag with a snap. Inside was the unconscious zombie soul master. Because the zombie soul master had been cultivating the evil martial soul for too long, he had lost his human appearance. Even if his soul power was sealed, he looked like a zombie. Also like zombies.

The tuxedo man's pupils shrank for a moment, then returned to normal: "Tell me your reason for coming?"

"Then let me talk openly! You are an evil soul master organization! You should have the inheritance of evil soul masters, right! I need those inheritances." Lan Nuo didn't intend to beat around the bush. He just came to join the group. What would happen if he didn't join the group? Looking at the location of their stronghold, they couldn't find their stronghold. How could they cooperate with Qin Mingli and kill the evil soul master?

"No, no, no! We are not evil soul masters. We are a serious sect registered in the Wuhun Palace, the Rakshasa Sect. We believe in the great god of Rakshasa and pray that the soul after death can enter the eternal kingdom of the god of Rakshasa. "The man in the tuxedo said grandly.

"Rakshasa Cult? Okay! Then I will join the Rakshasa Cult, and this guy will be my recommender! Is it enough?"

The man in the tuxedo drank the blood in the cup in one gulp, shook his head and said, "Not everyone is qualified to serve the Rakshasa God. If you want to join the Rakshasa Cult, you must prove that you are qualified."

"Tell me! How to prove it!" Lan Nuo pretended to be impatient. He knew that this guy was asking for a pledge of surrender, and Lan Nuo had already been prepared for this.

You've already called yourself a Rakshasa cultist, and you still say that you're not an evil soul master?Is the Rakshasa God considered half the ancestor of the Douluo Evil Spirit Master?

"Kill a person and hand over the head to me. This is your qualification!" The man in the tuxedo indeed submitted a petition at the cost of his life.

Lan Nuo was already prepared for this. Before the man in the tuxedo could react, Lan Nuo's hand was already on the zombie man's neck. As he exerted more force, the zombie soul master let out a gurgling scream.

A strong sense of being devoured filled the zombie soul master's limbs, and his original soul power began to be forcibly extracted. The zombie soul master wanted to say that Lan Nuo was not trustworthy, but Lan Nuo had never promised to find the evil soul master. He will be released after organization.

The zombie soul master desperately stretched out his hand to the man in the tuxedo and shouted hoarsely: "Save me!" But Lan Nuo's movements were so fast that as soon as the man in the tuxedo stood up, he was already only skin and bones, as if he had been dried for thousands of years. mummy.

Lan Nuo exerted a little force, and his skull was taken off and smashed in front of the man in the tuxedo: "Now you are qualified!"

"You!" The rich smell of blood was released from the man in the tuxedo, but when it came to Lan Nuo, it was easily blown away by the breeze.

"I just fulfilled your request, what can you do to me?" A spherical Dark Demon Evil God Thunder appeared in Lan Nuo's palm, spinning rapidly, and he might take action at any time.

"Hmph! Come with me! I'll take you to see the elder!" Although the man in the tuxedo was dissatisfied with Lan Nuo's arrogance, he really didn't dare to do anything to him, even though Lan Nuo only had two rings.

Not because of anything else, just because of the soul-devouring skill Lan Nuo showed just now. For evil soul masters, swallowing is simply a divine skill. An evil soul master who possesses this soul skill can even practice it at worst. At the Contra level, if the elders knew that he had killed such a genius, they would definitely tear him alive.

The man in the tuxedo took Lan Nuo out of the box. The withered body was naturally taken care of. The man in the tuxedo fumbled around on the wall of the corridor twice, and a cupboard opened from it, revealing a staircase leading straight down. This is the basement of the Sickle Tavern. , there is actually a different world.

The two of them walked all the way down, with torches lighting up both sides of the corridor. When they reached a position more than ten meters underground, it suddenly became clear to them that a stone hall with a diameter of more than thirty meters and a height of five meters was hidden underground.

In the center of the hall is a huge blood pool with a diameter of five meters. The blood in it flows like a fountain. In the center of the fountain is a strange statue of a god holding a sickle. Bathed in blood, the statue looks like a living body, flowing in circles. An extremely thin purple halo radiated from the statue.

One by one, the evil soul masters sat cross-legged and practiced around the blood pool. The closer the soul masters were to the blood pool, the higher their cultivation level. It seemed that the purple halo could bring them great benefits.

The man in a tuxedo took Lan Nuo to the outermost edge of the futon where he was practicing, and shouted to a man in a robe inside: "Seventh Elder, I have discovered a newcomer with potential!"

The Sickle Tavern, as one of the largest strongholds of the Rakshasa Cult in the Kingdom of Silvis, naturally has an elder sitting in charge. Hearing this, the man known as the Seventh Elder stood up and walked towards Lan Nuo.

The man in tuxedo quickly came to the seventh elder and whispered something in his ear. Upon hearing this, the seventh elder's face suddenly changed, and he looked at Lan Nuo with eyes full of appreciation.

"Welcome to the Rakshasa Cult, what is your little brother's name?"

Without even thinking, Lan Nuo opened his mouth and said, "Tang San!"

Tang San, who was cultivating the Immortal Golden Body far away in Notting City, sneezed inexplicably.

The Seventh Elder nodded with satisfaction upon hearing this, and suddenly released eight soul rings, two yellow, three purple, three black, restraining his pressure and said: "Tang San, do you want to be my disciple! With your soul skills, plus my The teachings! The future is absolutely promising!

There will definitely be a place for you among the elders of the Rakshasa Sect in the future. You must know that I am the elder in charge of logistics. If you become my disciple, you will definitely not have to worry about training resources! "

As he spoke, the seventh elder was about to reach out to touch Lan Nuo's head, but someone from the side stabbing held his wrist. The slender white fingers looked like those of a woman, but behind him, there were three yellow, one purple, and four black. Eight terrifying soul rings.

"Crazy Lich! That's a soul-devouring skill, and you actually want to monopolize it! You have too much appetite!"

[To be continued]

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