Douluo: Be the King from the Town of Soul Street

"really!"

Looking up at the three characters that were so familiar to his bones, Cao Yanbing smiled excitedly. Sure enough, his guess was absolutely correct.

The ancient stone door is carved with strange lines. These lines are connected end to end, forming a mysterious rune, and an ancient aura emanates from it.

Cao Yanbing carefully controlled his consciousness and approached the stone door. As the distance got closer, an inexplicable gravitational force came from the stone door.

Faced with this situation, Cao Yanbing still kept an eye on it and gradually relaxed his steps. However, perhaps because the distance was too close, as soon as his consciousness approached the door, it was as if he was stuck in a quagmire and was directly sucked into it.

As his consciousness disappeared, the ancient door was closed again, and his sea of ​​consciousness returned to its former tranquility.

……

"elder brother?"

A familiar shout came to his ears, and his body was shaken continuously. Cao Yanbing's eyelids trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

"Brother, you finally woke up!" Cao Xuanliang wiped the sweat from his forehead, his tone full of joy.

"Xiao Liang?" The focus gradually recovered. Cao Yanbing looked at the familiar person in front of him, raised his brows, and got up from the ground.

When I walked to the edge of the cliff and looked around, I saw familiar streets and houses, and the feeling of the breeze blowing on my face was so real.

"As expected, I can travel freely between Douluo Continent and Rakshasa Street."

With this ability, if one day he encounters an enemy he cannot defeat, he can escape directly back to Rakshasa Street. At that time, no matter how strong the enemy is, there will be nothing he can do if he cannot find him.

While he was smiling, Cao Yanbing's expression suddenly froze. The imagination was indeed very beautiful, but he seemed to have forgotten an extremely important part.

He is just ideological.

The two times I came to Rakshasa Street seemed to come through consciousness without affecting myself, and my original body seemed to still stay in that world.

The smile gradually disappeared, and a black line fell from his head. He was unhappy that such a great idea died so quickly.

"Uh..." Cao Xuanliang looked at Cao Yanbing, whose expression was constantly changing not far away. Although he had many questions in his heart, he didn't know whether to disturb him or not.

after all……

Cao Yanbing's current expression...

It’s really a bit permeating…

Fortunately, Cao Yanbing's occasional abnormality soon passed, and in just a moment, he had returned to his previous appearance.

The two brothers sat on the stone pier, looking at the border of Rakshasa Street glowing with purple light in the distance. Cao Yanbing turned his head and asked, "Xiao Liang, nothing weird happened here after I left that day."

"Weird?" Cao Xuanliang touched his chin and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. He seemed to remember something and frowned slightly.

Even Cao Yanbing looked sideways at this serious thinking look and gradually started to look at him seriously.

A few minutes later, Cao Xuanliang frowned and shook his head, his tone very low: "It seems not."

"Oh, I don't have this expression on your face."

Seeing Cao Xuanliang's snickering, Cao Yanbing was immediately furious. He grabbed his fate by the neck and asked fiercely: "Is it true?"

"Hmm... I don't know if this counts." Lifted up in the air, Cao Xuanliang held his chin and began to think deeply. This look made Cao Yanbing curl his lips.

"It seems like yesterday, the sky on Rakshasa Street suddenly became...transparent..." Speaking of this, Cao Xuanliang suddenly paused, as if he was hesitating whether to use another word to describe it.

"Transparent?"

"Yes." Cao Xuandi nodded, frowning and thinking for a moment, "On the way back from Fourth Street that day, you suddenly fell to the ground, and your whole body gradually became illusory, and finally disappeared."

"I searched for you on Rakshasa Street for a long time that day until night, but I couldn't find you. I was thinking that you might have returned to the world of Douluo Continent that I mentioned before, so I gave up searching."

"Until yesterday, I was decorating the door panel at home, and the previously unobstructed sky suddenly became as transparent as glass, and I even saw a...different world..."

"It was a completely different world from Rakshasa Street. I don't mean just the architecture and environment, but the kind of energy fluctuations that filled the air."

"I am an undead. Because of my constitution, I am very sensitive to this kind of abnormal energy fluctuations. I can feel that the world is not illusory, but real."

Cao Xuanliang frowned. That magical scene only appeared for a moment, but it had already been seen by many residents of Luosha Street.

It's okay for one person to see it, and he can still claim that he saw it wrong, but when everyone sees it, it is tantamount to a certainty.

After listening to Cao Xuanliang's words, Cao Yanbing subconsciously thought of a person.

……

"However, I didn't expect you to have a field. It's so awesome."

"field?"

"Yes, it's the illusory building complex behind you just now. There are many horse-drawn carriages in it."

"A complex of buildings? A carriage?"

……

"What Ning Rongrong said turned out to be true. The large group of illusory buildings that appeared behind me in her mouth turned out to be Rakshasa Street."

"It seems that at that time both she and the old guy came up with a word - field."

"Could it be that...my domain...is Rakshasa Street?!" Thinking of this, Cao Yanbing's eyes lit up.

Where is Rakshasa Street?

This is one of the places where the four great sacred trees exist. It is an important checkpoint for the undead to enter the spiritual realm. It is also the place that houses the most undead among the thousands of soul-suppressing streets.

The most indispensable thing here is the undead.

Theoretically speaking, once he can freely control the Rakshasa Street realm, he can lead the tens of millions of undead in the Rakshasa Street to follow him and conquer the world!

When two armies fight, there will be casualties.

Those soldiers who died on the battlefield will all become Cao Yan's troops. Just imagine, facing the endless army of undead, what can those so-called soul masters do to stop them?

Cao Yanbing's weird smile instantly caught Cao Xuanliang's attention. The latter was stunned for a moment, then silently moved to the side, widening the distance between the two.

Although he didn't know why Cao Yanbing's expression was so evil, he understood that it might be better to stay away from him at this time.

hum!

Cao Yanbing, who was planning the "great cause of building an army" in the future, suddenly felt a tremor in his consciousness.

This situation had happened before when he came back from Fourth Street. Although he noticed it, he didn't pay much attention to it. Looking back now, it should represent some kind of omen.

If I guessed correctly...

"Ok?"

Cao Yanbing turned his head and looked at his brother next to him. He was suddenly stunned for a moment. He found that it seemed that... the distance between the two had become farther?

illusion?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

"Xiao Liang, the world you saw does indeed exist, because it is Douluo Continent."

The previous words surprised Cao Xuanliang, but before he could react, Cao Yanbing continued.

"If you guessed it right, I will disappear again soon, and I don't know when I will come back next time. During this period, I need you to help me complete something." Cao Yanbing stretched out his hand and grabbed Cao Xuanliang. shoulder and said with a serious face.

"Ang?" It happened suddenly, and Cao Xuanliang was a little confused, "Say."

"Train and manage the foreign undead without disturbing the indigenous people. They may be of great use in the future."

Cao Yanbing had his own selfish motives for saying this. If his conjecture was verified, the undead army would definitely join the battlefield with him.

The reason why he did not disturb the indigenous people was that he did not want the civilians to be involved in this war.

He, Cao Yanbing, is not a saint, and he doesn't care who is right or wrong. He just does things according to his own ideas, that's all.

"I understand." Cao Xuanliang nodded without asking too much. He knew that his brother must have his own reasons for doing this.

"Ah."

Just as Cao Yanbing was about to nod, his body suddenly tensed up. The next moment, the same feeling as before spread throughout his body.

At the moment when his consciousness was about to disappear, Cao Yanbing smiled faintly at Cao Xuanliang and said, "Come on, little..."

The sound stopped suddenly, and Cao Yanbing's body became illusory again, until finally disappearing completely.

"Don't worry, brother, I will complete the task you gave me." Looking at the place where Cao Yanbing disappeared, Cao Xuanliang clenched his fists, then turned around and shouted.

"Tang Liuyu."