Douluo's self-created divine system

At this moment, Shi Lin was satisfied with his response. Three years of training was equivalent to adding three years of soul rings. His soul power was comparable to that of a high-level soul master, his body was even stronger than that of a soul sect, and his mental strength was not weak.

The death of his parents stimulated him. Shi Lin had practiced hard in the past three years. He had a flying slash that could rival a hundred-year-old soul skill, and all attributes increased and recovered slowly to regain his soul power. Therefore, Shi Lin's soul power was full at the moment.

Time passed minute by second, and he opened his dark eyes in the dark night, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"It's time to end."

Suddenly the stone forest in the middle of the road moved, and he deliberately stepped lightly on the ground to make a sound.

"Tap, step, step..."

The sixth brother of the Xiongxiong Soul Hunting Group felt particularly regretful at this moment. He didn't know if it was a mistake for him to use up his soul power for the team. He was about to run out of soul power without any sense of security.

Suddenly the sound of "tap tap tap" came. Lao Liu quickly braced himself and held up the stone slab in the direction of the sound. The sound at this moment was like the call of death in his ears. He knew that he could no longer block another wave of attacks. , but he still held up his shield.

"attack."

Apparently they had already agreed to attack as soon as there was any movement. They couldn't afford to delay, so they had no choice but to make a desperate move.

Even though the voice was so deliberate, they had no choice but to give it a try. The four of them jumped to Lao Liu's side and launched soul skills to attack indiscriminately.

In the previous confrontation, they had discovered early on that only by advancing together could there be hope. They were still together, and each had his or her own destiny.

"The fourth soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation."

"The fourth soul skill, jumping slash."

"The fourth soul skill, throwing the pot and spatula."

"The fourth soul skill is to cut with one sword."

"The fourth soul skill, attack amplification."

Waves of light flashed, and three people jumped up from behind Lao Liu and attacked the stone forest. Two people rushed from left to right, one person jumped from the air, and a spatula was thrown from the side.

Obviously the middle is reserved for Boss Bear.

Everything was clearly presented in Shi Lin's eyes. He had already figured them out from the previous tests. If they had attacked like this at the beginning, Shi Lin might have been defeated, but there was no such thing as what if.

At this moment, he likes this kind of opponent the most, the opponent who has found out the details.

I saw a sneer at the corner of Shi Lin's mouth, and his whole body was shaken. Four rivers of sword energy were attacking from all directions, each one as big as the waning moon.

No soul sect can withstand hundreds of centuries-old soul skill attacks.

"Boom, ah, ah, no."

After a burst of noise, the white tiger was dead, the leopard was dead, the knife was broken, people were killed, and the spatula was broken.

"Tread, step, step."

The sound of crisp footsteps came again, like the call of the god of death. There was one auxiliary soul sect left, one defensive soul sect whose soul power was exhausted, and one weapon soul sect whose martial soul was broken.

"What should I do, boss?" Lao Liu looked at the direction where the sound came from and said tremblingly.

There was no reply from behind. He turned around in fear and saw that there was nothing behind him. Boss Bear had run away.

"The boss ran away?" He muttered to himself as if he couldn't believe it, and the sixth man staggered and sat on the ground and gave up resistance.

"What did you say?" The remaining two people didn't hear clearly for a moment, turned their heads and looked back, and stood there as if struck by lightning.

"Where's Boss Bear?"

Boss Xiong, who had been commanding Ruoding just now, disappeared, and the two of them couldn't accept it for a while.

"Split up and run for your lives!" The key is Lao Liu. Lao Liu looked at the only two women left in the team and gave a kind reminder.

"what."

The two looked at each other, screamed, and fell to the ground dead.

It turned out that when they were stunned, Shi Lin's attack had already reached behind them, and they saw the opponent being chopped off at that moment.

"Tread, step, step."

Shi Lin slowly approached Lao Liu and stopped 5 meters away. He did not approach rashly. He looked at Boss Xiong walking away and smiled contemptuously.

"Can you escape? It's too late to escape now."

With that said, he waved his hand, sent Lao Liu down to explore the path for Xiong Xiong, and accelerated towards Xiong Xiong.

If he hadn't seen Boss Xiong turning around and running away, Shi Lin wouldn't have come out. He would have just released his soul skills and then retreated, continuing to consume them. The deterrent power of the ten thousand year soul skills was still quite sufficient.

……

At four o'clock in the morning, the moon shines like water, and a white light flashes from time to time in the woods by the sea.

Xiong Er, once the leader of the Xiong Xiong Slave Hunting Group, was about to make a big deal and be free for a few years. However, at this moment, he felt the call of death. His heavy breathing was accompanied by messy footsteps, which was particularly clear in the middle of the night. It was like a demonic voice that enveloped him, following him like a shadow.

Finally using his hands and feet, he hid behind a tree. Xiong Er was soaked all over and raised his hands to rub his eyes, which were almost covered with sticky sweat, and sat down under the tree.

This is a high point with a wide view. If the person is chasing him, he can see it immediately.

Just when Xiong Er thought it was temporarily safe, a cold and stern voice sounded behind him:

"Xiong Xiong, why don't you run away? Are you unable to run now?"

The tone was not high, but it exploded in Xiong Er's mind.

He turned his head stiffly and held his breath subconsciously, not seeing anyone.

"What do you want to do? Say it, say it." Xiong Er yelled like he was breaking down.

This was the first sentence he heard since the attack.

He couldn't hold on much longer. He was driven from the road to the seaside by Shi Lin. He had many bone-deep injuries on his body. If it weren't for the powerful vitality of the Soul King, he would have died long ago.

The injury on his body was caused by him turning around and trying to fight for his life, but was kited out of the stone forest. Now he is left to die.

It's sad to think about it. A majestic level 53 fighting spirit king was killed by a kite just because he couldn't see clearly at night.

Blind bear.

What's even more frightening is that I don't even know what level of soul master the other party is. Why does the high-level one need to go to such trouble to kill him directly, while the low-level one can't explain why he can catch up with him like this?

In the stone forest behind, Xiong Er felt that Xiong Er was almost there, so he immediately said, "Where is the girl who was captured by you in Linhai City three years ago?"

Xiong Er breathed a sigh of relief and said angrily: "You asked me earlier. If you ask me, I will tell you. Why does it have to be like this?"

"You just need to answer the question." Shi Lin said coldly.

"Sold into Earl Warner's Mansion." Xiong Er sneered, thinking that he would go and die if he found the masters there.

"How much did you sell for?"

"Sent in, not sold for money." Xiong Er answered while carefully feeling the location of the stone forest.

"Who killed the people who chased you?" Shi Lin saw Xiong Er's sneer and ignored it, and continued to ask.

Xiong Erzou raised his eyebrows and said to himself, 'Are you here for revenge? ’

"Hit by Lao San."

"Several people?"

"2 people."

"How can you chop two with one knife?"

"One person stood in front of the other person, and they chopped together."

"Who organized your slave hunt?"

"Count Warner."

After a quick round of questions and answers, Shi Lin looked up at the bright moon that didn't know when it would come out.

"The fifth soul skill, Earth Splitting Claw."

"Die, you idiot." Suddenly a loud shout came. Xiong Er didn't know when his martial soul possessed him, and he activated his fifth soul skill of ten thousand years to attack the stone forest. The ground cracked and came together, and he was killed in the blink of an eye. buried in the ground.

This time he saw clearly.

"Hahaha, I won."

Xiong Er smiled arrogantly, laughing so hard that he was out of breath, and climbed up with difficulty holding on to the tree trunk.

"Is it?"

The tone was calm, but it made Xiong Er's brain confused.

He turned his head stiffly and opened his bloodshot eyes, which were filled with white light.

"What a weak body. Even the Soul King's body cannot withstand the attack of a century-old soul skill."

Shi Lin looked at Xiong Er who fell to the ground, but did not step forward immediately. He shook his head and couldn't help but complain: "It's such a deformed system. His body is so weak. No wonder he was injured by Tang San's hidden weapon."

Shi Lin had long been on guard against Xiong Er's last-ditch counterattack, and had almost been attacked several times during previous battles and pursuits.

The target of Xiong Er's attack was a dummy made by Shi Lin. He used branches to hold his coat in front of him to attract attention. Even if the moon came out in the dim night, the seriously injured Xiong Er was still hit.

After sending out several more sword energy, Shi Lin stepped forward to inspect the harvest after confirming that Xiong Er could no longer get up.

It must be said that the slave hunting group was very wealthy.

A wrist-type soul guide, about 10 cubic meters of space, with some daily necessities inside, tens of thousands of gold soul coins, and some books that are suspected to be account books.

Shi Lin picked up the book and flipped through a few pages before putting it away. The contents recorded inside were shocking.

After sorting out the harvest, Shilin returned along the original route. Fortunately, there were some simple markings on the road, otherwise we would not know where we went.