Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

Some cold words, hiding endless confidence,

It seems that the top spot in the four major military regions is already within his reach.

The tall figure wearing dark armor stepped down from the second floor and stood behind Berry, forming an exaggerated contrast. It was more than twice as tall as a girl of normal height, and its body was as strong as a humanoid beast. Dark air surges.

"I have seen my brother."

Berry turned around and gave a slight salute,

I habitually take a step back when seeing people, not wanting to bring bad luck to others.

The Holy Son of the Dark Temple, destroys ghosts and lives.

To some extent, her senior brother had a more special background than her.

Master picked it up when he was traveling.

At that time, a village in the White Tiger Empire in the West was filled with dark energy. When the Lord of the Dark Temple arrived, everyone in the village mysteriously disappeared. A black-skinned baby who had just risen was lying on a blood-stained bed. Crying or not, he ate his umbilical cord in one bite.

On this baby, countless undead ghosts were gnawing at his flesh and blood, but the baby did not let out a cry of pain, and was finally picked up by the Lord of the Dark Temple.

Because of its special origin, it was named Ghost Destroyer.

This senior brother has been in seclusion all year round, has no desires, and is rarely known to outsiders. He has already reached the eighth level without making a sound, and even Berry does not know the depth of his strength.

It is worth mentioning that,

Three months ago, his soul was dead and his life was dead, but his attack was shocking and cold-blooded. He fired eighteen palms in a row, without any damage, and killed an eighth-order black-gold demon from the Blood Demon Sect without any damage.

The monsters who faced the dark war zone were directly frightened, and they have not dared to act rashly until now.

However, perhaps because of their shared experiences, or because they are both heirs of the Dark Temple, Demon Sesheng has a very good attitude toward Berry, loving and caring like a brother.

The Dark Temple of the World Series maintains a terrifying historical record of winning the championship as soon as it enters the competition. Now that Berry has suffered a disastrous defeat, the descendants of the Dark Temple were quite complaining. In the end, Hun Miesheng, who had been in seclusion for many years, came out of seclusion and only asked one question:

"If you go, won't you be defeated?"

"If this Holy Son doesn't speak first, I'll see who dares to speak out."

In an instant, everyone within the Dark Temple shut up, and no one even dared to make irresponsible remarks about the Saint behind her back.

The mysterious Dark Palace Master said:

"Holy Son, the purpose of this competition is to select the president who will control the four major military regions, to fight against the ten major orders that are about to be born in the Blood Demon Sect, and to gain confidence and luck for the Soul Martial Continent. Therefore, no human life may be hurt during the competition. .”

Demon Slayer responded: "Disciple understands and will obey Master's orders."

"It's a pity that even if I take first place, I won't have the chance to compete with Luo, who is the number one champion in my junior sister's mouth. It's really a pity."

The Lord of the Dark Palace shook his head slightly and said: "Destroying life, Luo Fanchen's talent is unique throughout the ages. You don't need to compare with him, just follow your own path."

"Oh?"

The terrifying and huge figure in the hall shook, and the dark air flow rolled.

"Although I am dissatisfied, I believe in Master's judgment."

"It's a pity that I can't compete with such a talented person. It's a pity!"

The Son of Darkness sighed with regret as his soul perished.

Berry suddenly said: "Master, I don't know why, but I always feel that he is not dead."

"Oh? Why did Junior Sister say this?"

"An unlucky person like me is not dead. How could he die if he is so lucky and his luck can even suppress me?"

The Holy Son of Darkness laughed coldly: "Hahaha, there is some truth in this statement. Twenty-nine years ago, my ghost destroyed my life and a hundred ghosts bit my body to save a life, so he must be dead?"

"I really hope he is still alive." Two black and red lights shot out from the Saint Son's armor.

The Lord of the Dark Temple on the throne was silent, looking up,

The eighteenth floor of the Tower of Darkness,

The seventeen floors above were immersed in absolute darkness, and there seemed to be a special bronze coffin in the hazy place, silent and silent.

……

bright war zone,

A magnificent temple rose from the ground, located behind the camp.

Strong men gathered in the hall,

There are many eighth-level leaders and elders who are above the ordinary.

A pair of fat and thin Toutuo stood in the first place. They were obviously the veteran extraordinary masters of the temple. They rewarded the good and punished the evil elders.

All the powerful men with prominent positions who could cause an "earthquake" just by stamping their feet outside were holding their breath at this moment and respectfully stood in line on both sides, waiting for the instructions from the Pope on the highest throne of the temple.

On the throne,

The unparalleled female pope has a pair of slender legs folded over each other, and high-heeled boots stepping on the carpet. Every inch of her skin and clothing exudes indescribable nobility. She has an alluring grace and cold killing power, and has a pair of phoenix eyes that are not angry or majestic. , exuding the domineering majesty of a superior, coldly overlooking the strong men waiting respectfully below.

Next to her stood a beautiful saint with beautiful bells and graces.

Bai Yingyue's beautiful eyes that used to be bright and beautiful are now slightly dull, her red lips like rose petals are slightly white, and her purple hair is scattered randomly, as if she doesn't care about appearance at all, and she is lost in thought at this moment.

For several months, six worshipers pointed out that the saint's appearance was an insult to the dignity of the temple, but the Pope only calmly replied: "What's wrong with my disciple? What does it have to do with you?"

The six worshipers were slapped in the face in public. At that time, their faces turned pale. They shouted through the voice: "Di Weiyang, don't be too presumptuous. Don't forget that the nine worshipers in my worship hall are not made of clay."

The powerful and beautiful woman only replied:

"Don't make me slap you."

The six worshipers immediately walked away, and did not say harsh words until they were out of the hall:

"Di Weiyang, wait!"

"When the three eldest brothers come out of confinement, I will settle matters with you sooner or later!"

Di Weiyang's phoenix eyes were calm, and the strong man below was trembling, muttering secretly,

The Temple of Light is about to change!

Are the Consecration Hall and the Pope about to completely break up?

Today, the Pope convened a meeting, but no one in the worship hall attended, and no one who had defected to them came here. The meaning was very obvious, I am afraid that the top three worshipers who are said to be in seclusion are really going to be born.

Elder Shou Toutuo rewarded the good and said:

"His Majesty the Pope, the Feng camp was shaken half a day ago. It was Li Qing who appeared out of nowhere to help the two young masters Feng and Huang awaken their special talents. He is suspected to be a divine descendant..."

The air fell into silence,

Di Weiyang opened and closed her lips: "I already know about this matter, so there is no need to pay attention to it."

"what?"

"Don't ask anymore?"

Shoutotuo was subconsciously shocked.

But when he met the Pope's cold eyes, he immediately trembled, shut up and stepped back.

I heard Fat Toutuo mutter: "Idiot, the Pope has his own plan, you are such an asshole!"

"Where is the Scourge Knight?"

"exist!"

A powerful figure emerged from the line, square in the heaven, with divine light overflowing from his facial features. He was wearing a gorgeous angel armor and was engraved with countless purple and gold thunder patterns, which contained the divine soul power he had developed after awakening from the secret realm.

Awakening the second god-level martial spirit: Thunder Angel.

Di Weiyang said: "After four days, you can win without hurting anyone."

The Scourge Knight knelt down on one knee and performed the knightly salute: "I obey!"

He resisted the urge to look at the saint secretly,

The Holy Son with unparalleled talent and monstrous background has disappeared.

Lei Zhenyu, the Knight of Scourge, had some inappropriate thoughts in his mind.

But I don’t dare to say it now,

He planned to wait until he won the first place in the competition between the four major military regions and gained glory before talking about it.

"Go down."

The majestic female voice sounded, and all the powerful men resigned one after another, exiting the hall, and the door was closed.

Di Weiyang moved her eyes and landed on the saint who used to be bright and lively, but is now dim and melancholy, and said softly:

"Pity."

"Now you have only reached the realm of Soul Emperor. Otherwise, you would be able to participate in this military region competition. The first reward jointly given by the four military regions is enough to push you to a greater realm."

"Teacher, it's him who deserves the pity."

Bai Yingyue's red lips moved slightly,

He was not overjoyed because he spent half a year desperately trying to reach the Soul Emperor.

"If he is still alive, he might be the first..."

Di Weiyang looked at her depressed and distressed disciple who was cultivating desperately. The corner of her lips suddenly rose with a stunning cold arc, and she chuckled:

"Everyone in the world thinks he is dead, but I feel that he is not dead yet."

Bai Yingyue's delicate body trembled,

He turned his head suddenly and looked over in surprise, his breathing seemed to be a little faster...