Douluo Jinbang: I was eavesdropped by the Pope

Will make up for it later.

"At that time, there was a terrifying soul power locking you in the hall. Once I take action, that person will kill you instantly."

The strangely dressed woman in the ring explained with a wry smile.

She is just a remnant soul now, unable to do many things.

Once discovered by a powerful being, it will even break her soul and swallow its soul power to strengthen itself.

After some venting, Wang Yanfeng calmed down.

But I still feel unwilling to give up on Hu Yanting?

He clenched his fists tightly and made a 'click-click' sound.

"Teacher, how should we get out of here." Wang Yanfeng looked at the teacher with excellent appearance.

"This matter needs long-term consideration. His origin is by no means as simple as the Holy Son of Martial Spirits. I'm afraid there are even more terrifying forces behind him."

"And there is a powerful protector hidden behind him. His strength is extremely terrifying. You can't confront him head-on now."

The figure of the extremely beautiful woman was illusory, with a pair of strange blood-red pupils in her eyes.

Even though it's just a trace of her soul, it can still be seen how beautiful she once was.

The expression on her unreal face was solemn: "Xiao Feng, you shouldn't be so reckless today, it will kill you."

Not to mention that the Holy Son of Martial Soul has the strength to defeat Wang Yanfeng alone, not to mention the hidden protector behind him. His soul power is even more terrifying. He may have reached the level of a Titled Douluo.

Titled Douluo is the lifelong pursuit of all soul masters, but how many people in the entire continent can achieve it.

As powerful as the Elephant Armor Sect, its leader is just a strong man in the Contra realm.

"I see, teacher."

After calming down, Wang Yanfeng also regretted it very much.

He shouldn't be angry at the teacher and take out the anger accumulated from Huo on the teacher.

Fortunately, the teacher was not angry.

Wang Yanfeng was not only relieved.

As for his reckless behavior in the main hall, Wang Yanfeng didn't think there was anything wrong with him.

When he took action, he had a perfect plan to escape unscathed, but something went wrong with the teacher, the most critical part of the plan.

Otherwise he would never have been imprisoned in a dark dungeon.

"Teacher, I will be dormant from now on. I don't have absolute strength, I won't be impulsive, I won't be able to kill with one strike, and I will never take action." Wang Yanfeng said through gritted teeth.

As long as he has the strength, the first person to be killed will be the person named Huo.

Everything Hu Yanting did must have been forced by him, not willingly.

Wang Yanfeng's violent mood swings made Teacher Xu Huan frown slightly. She guessed why Wang Yanfeng had such violent mood swings.

A sigh inwardly.

Xiaofeng's mind is still too immature, and his state of mind is ruined because of a woman, which is very harmful to the cultivation of soul power.

Because of this incident, he offended someone he couldn't afford to offend, and speaking of it, Wuhun Shengzi did nothing wrong in this incident.

Hu Yanzhen rushed to send his daughter off. It was because the Xiangjia Sect was following Yan's influence. What did it have to do with the Holy Son of Martial Soul?

However, Wang Yanfeng was the disciple she had personally accepted, and she had to rely on absorbing the soul power cultivated by Wang Yanfeng to wake up, otherwise she would have died long ago.

Naturally, these words cannot be said.

"There are many soul masters imprisoned in the Elephant Armor Sect's secret prison. I may be able to use them to help me escape."

Wang Yanfeng's eyes were filled with excitement and his thoughts were wandering.

Although the soul power is sealed and the martial soul is locked, brute force is not necessarily required to escape from trouble.

Sometimes, strategy can defeat everything.

The teacher taught him many plans and strategies. Sun Tzu's Art of War has long been familiar to him.

The conversation between the two was very secretive, but little did they know that in the dark, a pair of black eyes witnessed everything.

Feng Ji's soul power was restrained, hiding in the gap between the void.

Although Wang Yanfeng's remnant soul teacher has a powerful soul, it is absolutely impossible to find traces of him.

"A remnant soul with powerful soul power. Could this be the opportunity that the young master mentioned?"

Feng Ji frowned.

As for Wang Yanfeng, no matter how I look at him, I don’t see anything special about him.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

The fact that Wang Yanfeng was suppressed and secretly imprisoned seems to have been forgotten by everyone in the Xiangjia Sect.

No one dared to ask about it unless the Holy Son of Martial Soul was mentioned.

A small inner sect disciple not only disrespected the sect master, but also offended such a terrifying existence as the Holy Son of Martial Soul. Even if he was suppressed forever and died of old age, no one would think it was the slightest bit excessive.

For three days, Feng Ji would report everything that happened in the secret prison every day.

Wang Yanfeng, his remnant soul teacher, and Huo Shenwang have almost figured it out.

Maybe that remnant soul was once very powerful, but now she is not worth mentioning.

And what Wang Yanfeng relies on is the remnant soul.

Without Teacher Canhun, Wang Yanfeng is nothing.

King Huo Shen is now thinking about how to return the remaining soul teacher to his heart.

It would be easy to just arrest her, but the hard part is how to stop her.

Some routines and plans suddenly came to mind. In the main hall, King Huo Shen had some thoughts and was about to go to the secret cell.

At this time, the maid outside the palace respectfully reported:

"Lord Holy Son, Your Royal Highness, the eldest daughter, has come to ask for an audience."

heard.

King Huo Shen came back to his senses, the smile on his face faded, his indifference returned, and his voice was cold:

"Let her in."

After waiting for Hu Yanting for three days, it was time to meet her.

After all, King Huo Shen has thousands of years of experience. It's not that he can't walk when he sees a woman, otherwise he wouldn't have only one wife in his previous life.

soon.

Hu Yanting looked anxious and walked slowly into the hall.

"Hu Yanting has met Lord Holy Son."

Her tone fluctuated.

Ever since Hu Yanzhen told her the secret, she couldn't be as calm as when she faced the Holy Son of Martial Soul.

King Huo Shen's eyes flashed, and the golden light flashed away.

It has to be said that Hu Yanting has exquisite facial features, with waterfall-like black hair, and a pretty face that is milky white and sparkling with a moving luster.

In appearance, she is hard to find a flaw in.

Dressed in a white dress, she looks out of place with the Elephant Armor Sect.

Hu Yanting, who was usually calm and composed, felt uneasy at the moment.

After all, she had been begging to see the Holy Son of Martial Soul for three full days before being summoned. This was different from the men she had come into contact with before.

Facing the Holy Son of Martial Soul, it felt like facing a fog. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see his true appearance.

"I wonder if Huyanzong daughter has anything to ask?"

In the main hall, King Huo Shen was sitting barefoot and cross-legged in the air, his soul power almost condensed into substance.

The black eyes are open, as if looking down at all mortal gods, making people worship and cannot touch them.

King Huo Shen smiled faintly. He naturally knew Hu Yanting's intention, but he did not reveal it.

If you want a little princess like her to surrender, your attitude must not be too gentle, like licking a dog.

Compared with the remnant soul next to Wang Yanfeng, Hu Yanting's weakness is in his hands, and it is much easier to conquer it.

"Ting is here to apologize to Lord Shengzi." Hu Yanting said to King Huo Shen.

"Oh, what's wrong with Huyan Zong's daughter?" Huo Shenwang asked calmly without changing his expression.

"Wang Yanfeng's incident happened because of me, but I didn't mention anything to the Holy Son..."

Deciding to tell this matter, Hu Yanting explained it in an easy and generous manner without any restraint.

She knew that there were many things that she could not hide from the Holy Son of Martial Soul, so she simply explained them frankly.

By the way, she also told the story of how she met Wang Yanfeng.

As for Wang Yanfeng's admiration for her, Hu Yanting did not hide it.

Facing the Holy Son of Martial Soul, the heir of a hidden family, the only thing she could do was to confess everything to show her sincerity.

"interesting."

King Huo Shen looked interested.

He was really surprised.

Perhaps Wang Yanfeng himself would not have thought that Hu Yanting would tell others everything.

It can only be said that she is indeed the daughter of the leader of the Elephant Armor Sect, and is completely different from the vase outside.

Now that the sect is in trouble, she knows very well what to do and what not to do.

Wuhun Palace is the biggest supporter for the Xiangjia Sect.

The Holy Son of Martial Spirits is the direct disciple of Martial Spirit Pope Bibi Dong. He can represent the Pope and the Martial Spirit Hall outside.

at this time.

King Huo Shen even admired Hu Yanting.

Being willing to sacrifice oneself for the sake of the sect is a decision that not everyone dares to make.

In this way, it will be much easier to obtain Hu Yanting's favorability.

"You told me all this in exchange for letting me let Wang Yanfeng go."

But the words that King Huo Shen said were merciless and his tone was cold.

heard.

Hu Yanting's face instantly turned pale and she hurriedly explained: "I don't dare. I will tell you everything. I just hope that the Holy Son will not care about what happened that day."

"I know I can't change Wang Yanfeng's matter, and I won't change it."

King Huo Shen fell down barefoot, with a playful look on his face: "Oh, Wang Yanfeng is so infatuated with you that he would break with the Elephant Armor Sect for you. Your attitude makes him feel chilled."

Hu Yanting's eyes dimmed: "For the sake of the sect, none of this is important."

King Huo Shen's expression remained indifferent and he was not talking.

But he was already laughing wildly inside.

Because in the previous second, the hint of the bronze box spread.

[Hu Yanting’s favorability: 0]

[The unlocking progress of the Bronze Box function is 0%]

King Huo Shen's chest was exposed, revealing his entire bronze right arm. On the arm full of explosive power, golden scales were looming.

He put on his clothes with satisfaction. After gaining the power of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline, although his soul power did not increase, his strength increased a lot.

"I remember that Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline will have scales covering his whole body when fully activated. So, the power of my bloodline has not been fully activated."

King Huo Shen smiled evilly. His bloodline had not been fully stimulated, but it had already greatly improved his strength. Once it was fully stimulated, the effect would be unimaginable.

At this time.

Another piece of news came from Shenhai.

[Detecting Wang Yanfeng’s side, powerful soul power fluctuations occurred. 】

[Detecting and subduing foreign soul power can speed up the unlocking of the bronze box function. 】

"Oh!"

King Huo Shen was a little surprised.

He is no stranger to foreign soul power.

In his previous life, there was a foreign soul power in his body. Unexpectedly, after reincarnation, he would see a new foreign soul power.

"Uncle Feng." King Huo Shen called softly, calling in Feng Ji who was guarding him outside.

"Son."

Soul power fluctuates, and wind speed appears out of thin air. This is a manifestation of extremely fast speed, and the effect of teleportation can be achieved within a short distance.

"Go to the secret cell of the Elephant Armor Sect and pay close attention to Wang Yanfeng's every move. If you have any questions, tell me as soon as possible." King Huo Shen ordered.

After thinking about it, King Huo Shen continued: "But no matter what Wang Yanfeng does, don't intervene."

You cannot act hastily before the external soul power is investigated clearly.

He is very familiar with the power of these external souls. Every soul that can break the boundaries of the world is not a weakling.

It must be treated with caution.

"Yes, son."

Feng Ji replied.

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Ji was a little confused: "Master, why do you pay so much attention to Wang Yanfeng?"

According to the character of the young master, if Wang Yanfeng doesn't like him, he can just kill him casually.

There is no need to be imprisoned in a dungeon and observed in secret.

Hearing this, King Huo Shen still had dull eyes and replied unhurriedly: "Wang Yanfeng is a man with great opportunities and great luck. However, opportunities and luck only come to those who are capable."

It would be impossible without a great opportunity to have the help of external souls.

The soul power from his previous life not only helped him a lot, but also left him a martial soul in the end.

King Huo Shen was very covetous of the soul power beside Wang Yanfeng.

"I see, you are wise, young master." Feng Ji nodded, feeling enlightened.

In the reclusive Huo family, the young master is also a peerless genius who has not been born for thousands of years. He is called a person with the talent to become a god by the ancestors of the family.

This time when the young master was born, he claimed that he was traveling across the continent to gain experience, but in reality he was looking for an opportunity to become a god.

The reason why the Hidden World family is called Hidden World is because they are not greedy for power in the outside world. The ultimate goal of cultivating soul power is to become immortal and step into the eternal divine realm.

After the old man Fengji left, Huo Shenwang continued to lie barefoot, continued to practice the immortal secret method, and became proficient in the power of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline.

As time passed, Huo Shenwang felt a hot warmth boiling in his blood, and it would explode at any time.

There is a dragon's roar coming from the body, and the golden scales are looming. This is a more comprehensive manifestation of the power of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline.

boom!

at last.

The power of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline was further stimulated, reaching the second level.

In the room, there was the sound of endless dragon roars and explosions.

The majestic dragon's power suppresses the four universes.

There was even more deathly silence around the palace, and all the beasts exploded to death.

The disciples of the Elephant Armor Sect who were responsible for guarding were all trembling, their faces filled with fear.

The two of them turned around with difficulty and looked at the palace bedroom where Huo Yuhao lived, their lips trembling.

"What was that aura just now? How could it be so terrifying!"

"I saw all the birds flying in the sky explode and die, staining the night with blood, as if some great demon was crushing them alive."

"What kind of secret technique is Lord Saint Son practicing? Just looking at the pressure of the aura, it has such terrifying power. It's too scary."

"Be careful what you say, be careful what you say. Your Majesty the Holy Son cannot speak or discuss."

Their whole bodies were wet with cold sweat, and their legs were shaking. If it weren't for the support of the spears in their hands, they would have fallen to the ground long ago.

This pressure is too terrifying.

They had never felt such pressure from the sect leader Hu Yanzhen.

Could it be that the young Lord Holy Son is more powerful than the Contra-level sect leader Hu Yanzhen?

"Is this the strength of the Soul King realm? It's too terrifying."

"Lord Saint Son is in the realm of the Soul King. I am afraid that none of the powerful soul emperors outside are the enemies of Lord Saint Son."

All the guards were trembling, admiring and fearing the young saint who was practicing in the temple.