I guarded the Wuhun Hall in Douluo for 30 years

White water vines shot out in all directions instantly, like a huge spider web connecting the entire underground city.

The strongest fighting force in the Killing City is the bloody nine-headed bat king who has already taken advantage of him.

The remaining Soul Douluo were unable to resist under the siege of the elders of Wuhun Hall.

Every time an evil soul master is knocked out, the vine in the sky will branch out and wrap him into a chrysalis.

From the perspective of a bystander, it is very similar to Kaguya in Naruto when she activates the Infinite Tsukuyomi and lets the sacred tree extract the ninja's chakra.

It's just that one is a tree and the other is a human.

An hour passed like this.

The tens of thousands of evil soul masters in the Killing City were all bound in white pupae.

The illustrated book in Zhang San's mind seemed to be going crazy, and the page turning speed rivaled quantum speed.

Some of the soul skills that will be used in the future are left behind, and the rest of the soul skills and martial spirits are filled in for demon fighting and demonization.

The number of soul skills and martial souls that can be provided is only about 10, which can barely increase the demonization by two percentage points, not even [-]%.

However, these evil soul masters provide quite a lot of blank slate experience.

Skills such as cooking, swordsmanship, anatomy, pharmacology, lock picking, etc. have all reached the master level, and one or two have even reached the level of grand master.

If he works harder and launches a continent-wide special campaign to eradicate gangs and evil, he might be able to reach the level of a master craftsman within a year.

Before canceling the symbiosis and proliferation, Zhang San used a giant net to gather all the evil soul masters together so that the personnel of Wuhun Palace could register them.

In the future, there will also be good candidates for mining, medical research, etc.

After coming out of the giant net, Zhang San called the ghost, and then took out an herb from the soul guide.

It was a swan flower, and it was also the bloody swan kiss used by Tang San to destroy the underground blood river in the Killing City in the original work.

"You release the martial spirit and let the ghost devour it. The ghost's entity will be torn into energy bodies again due to the medicinal effect of Swan Kiss.

"In this process, the wandering ghosts in the world will be absorbed again, allowing you to re-condensate your martial soul, and even gain the inheritance of the God of Death."

"Sneak into the underground blood river, soak in the blood pool, kiss the bloody swan, and become a god or a demon. It depends on your destiny.

Zhang San's slow words made Ghost Douluo feel extremely shocked.

Death inheritance!

Not only can I evolve my martial soul, but I can also obtain the inheritance of the God of Death!

What Gui Douluo subconsciously thought of was not joy, but humility:

"It's better for me to take this divine item. It's rare for me to inherit a divine status for millions of years. Letting me become a god is undoubtedly the best choice."

"Even if my martial soul doesn't evolve, I will protect His Highness to the death!"

Zhang San waved his hands and said: "This position is not suitable for her. It is best for you to take it. This is what I mean."

The ghost's masked body suddenly trembled, and then came a cold word: "I understand."

He died once as a child and was accidentally invaded by a ghost.

Although he survived, his body also became partially ghostly. Although he was still alive, he looked like a ghost.

The ugly face is also the reason why he has been wearing a mask for a long time.

The endless death and ghosts contained in the killing city make it possible for the martial soul to evolve again, and it is more likely to obtain the inheritance of the god of death.

If you can survive it, you will definitely become a god!

If it were a madman...it would be much better than now.

Arriving at the arena, Bibi Dong signaled the ghost to break the ground. The latter jumped up and immediately hit the ground heavily.

A bang.

The Title Douluo's strength was clearly demonstrated. The ground was instantly filled with cracks, and the next moment countless rubbles spurted out from where he landed.

Zhang San appropriately summoned a huge mushroom to block his head and act as a protective umbrella.

After the gravel settled, the ghost followed the spiral staircase to the bottom platform.

A restless, feverish breath hit his face.

The ghost narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Ordinary people may only feel feverish and depressed from this blood, but he who possesses the ghost spirit can feel a different atmosphere.

It was a strong smell of death and soul, and this breath almost condensed into substance in front of him.

He seemed to be able to feel that the ghost was rejoicing and cheering.

Zhang San raised his head, motioned him to look towards the Blood River, and said:

"After eating the bloody swan kiss, immediately soak in the blood pool and wait for half an hour. If you haven't come out yet..."

The implication is extremely clear.

If you can't get out, you will definitely die.

The ghost nodded firmly and took the swan flower from Zhang San with both hands. .

It was a snow-white fairy grass. The fairy grass was like a crystal clear red crystal. Every blade of grass seemed to be dripping with water. It was slender and curved, and looked like a swan's neck.

He opened his mouth and swallowed it, only to feel infinite power exploding in his mouth. He was too busy to react and quickly jumped into the river of blood.

For a moment, the blood river was like boiling hot water, constantly surging.

The blood water was evaporated into mist and began to float upward.

Several elders around him were almost vomiting from the smell, but Zhang San looked at the river calmly.

The relationship between the Killing City and the Killing God Realm can be counted on one hand by all the people in the continent who know about it.

These elders have never obtained the Killing God Realm, so they are resistant to this kind of aura.

The endless killing intent and evil thoughts have made the bodies of these elders begin to agitate...

Suddenly, the entire earth trembled, and a pillar of blood rose from the ground.

Among the blood pillars, there was a figure holding a giant scythe and waving it randomly in the air.

Countless death energy spread outwards with the sword energy struck by the sickle. Countless trees and shrubs touched this thing, losing their vitality and becoming extremely gray.

Along with a gust of evil wind, they all turned into powder.

"I, a ghost, have acquired the inheritance of the God of Death!"

The figure roared angrily, and the pillar of blood instantly dissipated, and the ghost descended from the sky holding the death sickle.

He knelt on one knee in front of Zhang San, "Sir! Ghost has successfully obtained the inheritance of the Nine Transformations of Death!"

Zhang San carefully looked at the ghost in front of him, and found that he had an extremely dark cloak on his outer body, and the mask on his face was also broken. The exposed skin showed no trace of the previous ulcers, but instead Become like condensed jade.

Zhang San nodded and said in approval:

"Not bad, what needs to be done for your inheritance?"

"My lord, I only need souls - the more, the better!"

If a third person hears the ghost's voice, he will definitely feel a cold breath, which is like the whisper of death when it reaches his ears, which makes people's hair stand on end.

Zhang San nodded thoughtfully, it makes sense that the inheritance of the God of Death requires a soul.

He needs to capture the evil soul masters, but he can't kill them yet. Killing them with so much labor would be in vain.

But ghosts need souls to pass the inheritance...

I have to think of a way back.

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