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"Oh? It actually failed..."

In the unknown underground palace, a man shrouded in fog sat high on the throne. Facing the trembling subordinates in front of him, his cold tone suddenly turned gloomy.Anyone who is familiar with a man knows that this is already a precursor to the other person's anger.

"In this case... there is no need for you to exist."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black light shot out from the man's fingertips.I saw the black light quietly sinking into the body of the man in black robe who failed the mission. In just a few breaths, the man in black robe who was still panting turned into a ball of blood mist in front of everyone, and flowed with it. The air completely disappeared into the human world.

The hall suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and everyone who watched the leader's attack wanted to bury their heads in the ground to prevent the burning anger from affecting them.

However, there are some things that cannot be avoided even if you want to.The short subordinate responsible for investigating the whole incident stepped forward bravely and said under the sympathetic eyes of others:

"Master, I have important information to report."

His cold gaze rested on the shriveled and thin figure in front of him for a long time. It was only when the short subordinate broke out in a cold sweat and almost fell to the ground with his knees weak that the man spoke again:

"……speak."

"Reporting to the leader, my subordinates found clues from Xin Twelve (the man in black robe who was killed by a hidden weapon in the previous chapter) related to the identity of the mysterious man who sabotaged our religion's actions." The pressure on him suddenly lightened. , the short subordinate did not dare to delay, and quickly handed over the wooden box in his hand.

Seeing the man sitting at the top looking at the contents of the wooden box with little interest, the short subordinate secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the leader was quite satisfied with the investigation results he presented.

In the Holy Spirit Cult, where there are many evil soul masters, the cultivation level of the short subordinate is not outstanding, but the reason why he is able to reach his current position and get the opportunity to meet the leader is all due to the special soul he possesses. Skill - corpse language.

If the corpse can record the last messages left by the deceased, then the function of "corpse language" is to reproduce these messages in the form of projection.Taking advantage of the fact that soul power can flow through most organs in the human body, the short subordinate used his own decaying soul power to carefully examine Xin Twelve's shriveled and withered body after he lost his vitality. After many comparisons, he decided to use the other party's well-preserved eyes as a medium. Use your own soul skills that you are proud of.

Therefore, what finally appeared in front of the man was a spherical crystal that had been processed by "corpse language" and completely separated from the scope of human tissue structure.

Losing the restraints of the box, the spherical crystal slowly rose into the sky under the pull of soul power. When it reached a certain height, it bloomed like fireworks in the dark underground palace.

The last image Xin Twelve saw in his life also reappeared in front of everyone as the fine powder turned into spherical crystals.

It was a young man dressed in uniform as a waiter. There was nothing special about his body shape or gait.The only thing that can be called a "characteristic" and can serve the subsequent search work is the pair of eyes that are as beautiful and pure as sapphires, which is quite inconsistent with the ordinary face.

Ignoring the whispers of his subordinates, the man sitting high on the throne stared at the image in mid-air, lost in thought alone.

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Who is the owner of those eyes?

The man was still struggling with the answer to the question until the next day when he was present at the quarter-finals of the Continental Young Senior Soul Master Elite Competition.

It stands to reason that the rest of the work should be left to his subordinates, and he only needs to wait for the results, but for no reason, the man took it seriously.

Most people in the church believe that this is annoyance at the important action that will be taken later, but something went wrong at a critical moment, but only the man himself knows that this is just the feeling of familiarity that arises from the first sight of the other person. It's just an extension.

...However, it was this inexplicable premonition that was similar to intuition, but it disturbed the man's peace at the moment.

"Both sides fall back and prepare to play."

On the competition stage, with the referee's shout, a new round of competition began.

This game is a fierce collision between Shrek Academy and the Noumenon Sect, whose pseudonym is "Snow Demon Sect".After going through several individual knockout rounds, the two people standing on the stage now are both the top players in their respective teams.

On the Snow Demon Sect side, a young man named Long Aotian defeated many players from Shrek Academy without using any soul skills, leaving a deep impression on the audience; while on the Shrek Academy side, It turned out to be Izumi Kyoka, the captain of this Shrek team who had never made a move before.This duel can be said to be the biggest highlight of the game.

On the rostrum, the man who had been bored for a long time finally became interested.Regarding the biggest threat to the Holy Spirit Church's expansion and one of the few uncertainties in the upcoming important actions - Shrek Academy, he still needed to personally confirm some information.

The game begins.From the moment Quan Jinghua revealed her martial spirit, even Long Aotian, who claimed to be the No. 1 young generation of the Noumenon Sect, had to take it seriously.

The two top-notch power-attack soul saints showed amazing destructive power on the field.The collapsing competition stage, the air waves and gunpowder smoke that swept the entire venue...the two people who were full of fighting spirit saw blood unknowingly.

Finally, the individual elimination round came to an end with Yu Quan Jinghua’s wonderful counterattack.Long Aotian, whose injury was unknown, was taken back to the rest area for treatment by his teammates, while Quan Jinghua returned to the preparation area alone amid warm cheers.

As if feeling someone's gaze, the girl named Izumi Kyoka suddenly stopped.Against the sun, she looked up without hesitation to look at the figure hidden under the black robe, who was plotting some shocking conspiracy. Her sapphire-like eyes were brewing with an unstoppable courage like a sharp sword.

Facing such a gaze, the man paused slightly, but soon he seemed to have peeled off a layer of fog with his own hands, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Many years ago, in an underground temple belonging to the Holy Spirit Cult, a man once saw the same look on the face of a young girl.It is obvious that the weak body has been deeply trapped in the net woven by the god of death, but the stubborn soul is still struggling under the skin.Those blue eyes that are different from those of his parents never seem to be stained with haze, shining unyieldingly day after day in the corner that no one notices.

"Go and check." With a slight wave of his right hand, the subordinate hidden in the shadows took the order and retreated. The man who changed his sitting posture looked like he no longer paid attention to the outside world, and already had his own answer to the speculation in his heart.

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Without the threat of Long Aotian, the pressure faced by the Shrek team in the ensuing team battle was much less.With Wang Qiuer as the main force, Shrek Academy won the quarterfinals.

On the night of qualifying for the semi-finals, Quan Jinghua received news from Shrek City.In response to the evil soul master's successive changes in Mingdu in recent months, the academy will take necessary measures after the competition.

Closing the letter with the college's seal, Quan Jinghua felt the breath of the approaching storm.