[Douluo] How to break the villain camp!

My name is Xu Zhi, Wen Xuzhi, and I will soon become an outstanding Miao Miao in the soul master world.

Yes, you read that right, the legendary soul master of Douluo Continent.

Like all fan fiction protagonists, I came to this world by accident.

Oh no, maybe I'm even worse off? As an animation fan, I was sent here after finishing the chapter "Haotian Rising Power".

The 100,000-year-old soul beast transformed at the beginning? Possessing the best martial arts spirit? Fall in love with the protagonist and reach the pinnacle of life?

Sorry, I have nothing.

"Hey -" the little girl leaned against the window, holding her chin, her smoky gray eyes showing confusion.

"I can't fight, I can't run." He spread his hands, leaned back, and hit the soft mattress, "I'm so useless."

Theoretician Wen Xiaoyou said this.

"Xuzhi." The woman pushed open the door of the bamboo house and walked in with a plate of butterfly cakes, "Are you in a daze?"

"Oh, mom." The little girl threw herself into her mother's arms and coquettishly said, "I'm so useless."

"What's wrong?" Wen Guan rubbed the little girl's head, "Today is an important day for baby Xu Zhi. Come on, these are the clothes that mom asked the aunt next door to make. Our family Xu Zhi needs to wake up beautifully. Martial spirit."

"Well, Mom." The little girl lowered her head and said, "Is it really so important for a martial soul to become a soul master?"

"Not necessarily." She smiled, stretched out her hand, and a light blue soul power rippled, and a beautiful blue butterfly landed on her fingertips obediently. "For many people, martial arts are strength, power, and power. desire."

"In my mother's eyes, Wuhun is another me."

"Another self?" The swallow-tailed butterfly approached Xu affectionately, its light blue butterfly wings glowing.

"Phases are born from the heart, and martial spirits are the same." The woman raised her hands lightly, and the little butterfly turned into a phantom, "Those who have a murderous heart, their martial spirits are often bloody and violent, and those whose hearts are like glass, their martial spirits are pure. Like curling stones, fragrant and fragrant.”

"Practice a way, actually," she smiled softly, "it's about cultivating the mind."

"Cultivation of the mind?" Her grape-like gray eyes were full of confusion.

"There is no absolute power in the world, everything is Tao. Mom doesn't care how successful you will be in the future. She only hopes that our little baby will be clear and clear and keep her original intention forever." For some reason, the little girl felt that there was something in her mother's words.

The woman seemed to want to say something, but finally stopped talking, "Okay, the village chief is waiting for you at the door to awaken your martial spirit."

"Grandpa, village chief? Isn't it mom?" The little girl tilted her head and blinked.

"Grandpa, the village chief, will go with you, wouldn't you?" The woman pinched the little girl's tender cheeks and smiled gently, "Go quickly, it will be too late."

"Okay!" the little girl said happily.

Wearing a beautiful fringed skirt, the little girl threw herself into the arms of the village chief.

"Grandpa!" the little girl said playfully.

"Xiao Xuzhi is so beautiful today." The village chief smiled kindly.

"Village Chief." Putting the little girl's hand in the village chief's hand, the woman nodded to him, "I'll leave it to you."

"A Wan" the village chief sighed softly, "I will do it."

The woman squatted down and kissed the little girl's forehead gently, "You must listen to grandpa obediently, you know?"

"Of course!" the little girl waved to her mother, "Mom, I also want butterfly cakes tonight!"

"Okay." The woman smiled lightly, "I'll wait for you to come back."

Looking at the little girl's back, she said softly: "Mom, I wish you a warm winter and a warm spring."

"May you be accompanied by your loved ones along the way and have a worry-free life."

The sorrow in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

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The flowing water of Wuhun Palace, the iron-clad Su Yuntao.

"Wen Xuzhi."

The little girl obediently walked to the center of the formation and closed her eyes.

Warm soul power surges from the heart to the limbs and bones, and merges into the fingertips. The soul power is like smoke and mist, turning into a black butterfly.

"Butterfly? I have a sensitive attack beast spirit, but the attack is a bit weak. Let me test your spirit power."

He took the crystal ball and placed his hands on the cold surface.

Ding--

There were chaotic noises in his ears, which seemed to be the voice of his heart, but also seemed to be resentment and death. The mixed information poured into his mind in an instant, as if to crush his fragile soul.

"Full of innate soul power?" The great soul master's surprised voice came to his ears, "What a pity, ninth level soul power."

The little girl held the crystal ball blankly, her pupils shrinking suddenly.

The great soul master smiled slightly and said, "Little girl, you and your little butterfly may be able to achieve extraordinary achievements in the future."

The little girl raised her head, her gray eyes filled with blood at some point, and she could only hear two words being muttered over and over again.

"Mommy mommy!"

"What's wrong?" Su Yuntao glanced at his hand and thought to himself: Could it be that his soul power output was too strong and injured the child?

"Mom," the little girl shed tears, turned around, pushed open the door of Wuhun Palace, and ran towards the village chief who was waiting outside.

If Su Yuntao looks closely, you will find that her pupils are empty and have no focus.

"Grandpa." The little girl anxiously tugged at the hem of the village chief's clothes, "I saw the village, the village, and my mother—"

"Say it." The old man seemed to have known it for a long time, "You know it, right?"

He looked away and stretched out his old hands to hug the little girl.

"Grandpa, you know about this, and so does mom, right?" The half-year-old child clenched his fists, leaving ten deep crescent marks on his palms.

"Say it." The old man closed his eyes tremblingly, his voice unclear, "This is heaven's punishment."

"Grandpa, I want to go back." After a long time, the little girl said.

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Everything as far as the eye can see is red, like the Manzhu Shahua of Santu River.

The soul beast with the magic pattern carved on its forehead, holding a piece of dark-white arm bone in its mouth, walked leisurely over the corpses on the ground, feeling confident.

Suddenly, its body froze, as if it had seen something terrifying.

The woman is wearing a luxurious black robe with gold patterns and a silver laurel crown on her head. She is surrounded by invisible nobility and holiness. The skirt is obviously full of blood stains, and she is clearly walking in this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, but it makes people unconsciously want to worship her. Emotions.

"Your Majesty." The man wearing golden armor and black armor followed closely behind.

All three of them were injured, and it was easy to see that they had just experienced a fierce battle not long ago.

The woman's light purple eyes looked at the blood in front of her and said softly: "It's a pity."

No sadness, no joy, just indifference.

"They are just a group of useless people without the ability to practice." The ghost-like man in black armor said, "It is their honor to sacrifice their lives for the glory of Wuhun Palace."

The woman calmly withdrew her gaze and said nothing.

"Don't bite my mother!"

At this moment, a child's childish voice came from the ruins beside them, capturing the attention of the three people in an instant.

"Mom." The girl, no, it should be a blood doll, hugged her mother's slightly cold body, her tears falling to the ground like broken pearls, "Xu Zhi is back, Xu Zhi, Xu Zhi is here to take you home. "

"Ouch--" After waiting for a moment, they realized that the three of them had no intention of taking action, and the Nether Wolf ran out from behind the wall where it was hiding.

It licked its canine teeth, locked its eyes on the little girl, lowered its tail, and walked toward her with its front paws alternately.

"It's just a child." Ju Douluo Yue Guan lazily looked away, "Let's go."

"Slow down." The woman squinted her eyes, a trace of interest flashed across her eyes, "Look again -"

"Can you survive?"

Da da da.

It was the rustling sound of wolf claws stepping on leaves. The Nether Wolf sank down, waiting for an opportunity to fight.

"Mom." Looking at the Nether Wolf that was twice as big as herself, the little girl tightened her grip on the dagger in her hand.

The weak body was trembling, but he didn't take a step back.

The little girl leaned down and kissed the woman's forehead, "I will survive."

The knife was unsheathed.

The wolf's claws were like steel claws, grabbing straight at the little girl's throat. In an instant, blood bloomed on her body.

But the little girl seemed to feel no pain, holding the dagger tightly in both hands, stabbing straight into the Netherworld Wolf's eyes.

"Ouch--" The sharp claws scratched, and the dagger broke into two pieces, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

As if he was tired of playing the cat and mouse game, the Nether Wolf shook his fur and pounced forward.

At this moment, the blade pierced the belly of the Nether Wolf. One side of the blade cut open the wolf's belly, and the other side pierced the back of her hand.

"Ouch——" The severe pain caused the Netherworld Wolf to open its sharp mouth and hit the little girl's neck.

At the same moment, the other half of the broken sharp blade was inserted into the eyeball of the Netherworld Wolf, and blood spurted out, "Ouch——".

"Interesting." The woman was half-leaning against the door railing, her lips slightly curved, with a charming look on her face.

Without giving the Netherworld Wolf any chance to react, the little girl picked up the broken blade on the ground and stabbed it in the other eye.

Unexpectedly, under the madness, the Nether Wolf's strength and speed doubled. His sharp claws swung by, and the short dagger fell like debris, and the sharp claws penetrated the left shoulder.

"You've been fooled." The little girl's bloody eyes were filled with murderous intent.

A black butterfly condensed and formed in the palm of my hand.

The little butterfly fluttered and turned into blue smoke, melting into the half-blind pupils of the Netherworld Wolf.

"burst."

The ultimate power exploded in the Netherworld Wolf's mind, and it fell into chaos and endless nightmare.

Dragging half of her bloody body, the little girl pulled off the sharp blade that pierced the palm of her hand and cut the throat of the Netherworld Wolf, causing blood to splash everywhere.

The Nether Wolf whimpered a few times, his pupils dilated, and he died in great fear.

The little butterfly fluttered and fell back into Xu Zhi's palm.

"Ming Die——" Seeing the martial soul's appearance clearly, Ju Douluo's eyes were filled with enthusiasm, "Old ghost——"

"That's right." Ghost Douluo said, "It's Mingdie."

"Mom, let me take you home." The little girl dragged her mother's body and staggered down as soon as she took a step.

A shadow was cast in front of her eyes, and the little girl subconsciously hugged her mother's body tightly and said, "Go away."

The woman smiled, she was so amazingly beautiful, noble, elegant, and tranquil. All the beautiful words in the world could not describe it.

She half-bent her knees and extended her hand lovingly to Xu Zhi, who was covered in blood.

"Little girl, you-"

"Would you like to be my disciple?"

"who are you?"

"I?"

"Martial Soul Hall, Pope Bibi Dong."

——tbc——