Douluo: This time we will rewrite our destiny

Liao Mengkai obviously did not expect that Zhongli Wu would refine Feng Ling into his own strength without hesitation. Not long ago, the two of them were still acting like a couple, but in the blink of an eye, Zhongli Wu let Feng Ling die just to increase his own strength. Zhongli Wu is still some distance away from his limit, but he is gradually approaching it.

His dark sickle cut a hole in his back, which looked similar to Huo Yuhao's spatial power moves, but there were still some differences. Zhongli Wu had some understanding of space, but in terms of the depth of his understanding of space, he was still a little behind Huo Yuhao. His actions were just a gesture to call on his beast spirit.

What stepped out from the abscess-like breach was a giant black cicada as tall as a five-story building. Each of its legs was covered with sharp black bone armor. Just by coming into this world, it neatly cut open the empty house beneath its feet.

The soldiers of the Soul Guide Corps who faced it all gasped: if they stepped on the sharp armor that could cut through iron like mud, the entire position would suffer heavy losses. However, they had already set up the Soul Guide Array and it was too late for them to retreat.

This is one of the shortcomings of the linked soul guide array - once the formation is deployed, it takes time to change the formation, and even more time to evacuate. Although the soul guides who fought the positional battle knew this and were prepared to defend the soul guide position until the last moment, it would be a lie to say that they were not afraid when faced with the huge pressure brought by the black cicada.

As the leader of the Horror Claw Soul Guide Corps, Liao Mengkai had extensive experience in both positional warfare and siege warfare. He quickly made the right decision and did not order a retreat, but chose to change the formation, replacing it with a large-scale cluster soul guide array that was originally prepared to deal with the ferocious beasts. The soul guides received the order and quickly began to change the formation. The milky white moonlight emitted by the Silver Moon God Light Shield made their faces pale.

Zhongli Wu, whose strength had greatly increased after absorbing Feng Ling, no longer needed to concentrate on controlling the beast spirit. He soared into the air, his black sickle cutting through the moonlight, and instead of looking for an angle to attack Ye Guyi, he pointed directly at Kong Deming.

"He looks down on me?" Ye Guyi's beautiful eyes were full of resentment. Yin Yun wiped the cold sweat from the oppression and slowly opened the Abyss Spirit Book in his hand. He whispered, "Senior Guyi is really impulsive..."

"I'm just upset with the evil soul master! Is that wrong?"

“…That’s Zhongli Wu.”

"Even if the king of heaven comes, he is still an evil soul master. I am fighting against evil soul masters!"

Yin Yun was speechless. He looked at the old man standing at the front of the worship hall. Kong Deming's old but still majestic figure just stood there, blocking most of the pressure from Zhongli Wu for the people behind him. The terrifying aftermath just swept over him and Ye Guyi, making him sweat coldly, and Ye Guyi straightened his back. The other ninth-level soul masters in the worship hall were not much better; their cultivation was far behind that of Old Kong.

Behind Kong Lao, two purple, six black, and one red soul rings slowly emerged one by one, and each soul ring was bathed in a layer of silver light by the moonlight. In this world, there are not many opponents who can make Kong Deming see his soul rings, but Zhongli Wu is one of them at this moment.

"It seems that even the head of the Worship Hall knows how to be afraid?" Zhongli Wu grinned sinisterly.

"It's not fear," Kong Deming looked at him with his old but clear eyes, "but my determination to shoot you down here today."

"Hahaha..." Zhongli Wu raised his head and laughed loudly. Behind him, the shadow of the Death Demon Puppet was gradually overlapping with the extremely painful face of Feng Ling when she died.

"You are getting old and confused!"

He waved his hand, and the eighth soul ring behind him shone with black light, and a black light like an evil phoenix rushed straight towards Kong Deming. The death needle, which was strengthened by Feng Ling's soul, made the faces of the ninth-level soul masters in the worship hall change drastically at the moment it was used. Among them, the two old men closest to Kong Lao hurriedly raised their hands, and their nine soul rings flew out immediately, and several layers of phantoms immediately covered the silver moon divine light cover.

"Could it be that the Silver Moon Divine Light Shield can't withstand this attack?" Yin Yun felt his back soaked. For a Soul Emperor who had just broken through, this kind of battle was too much to bear.

"That's not the case." The elder from the Worship Hall who was closest to them patted him on the shoulder, but Yin Yun could sense that his hand was also shaking slightly. "The Silver Moon Divine Light Shield can block this attack, but we don't want this attack to consume Elder Kong. Because..."

Suddenly, there was a violent sound of wind in the sky, like a typhoon passing through. Yin Yun and Ye Guyi raised their heads suddenly, and saw that the gap behind Zhongli Wu was gradually expanding, and a gray-white, huge bone claw was sticking out from it, and the tip of the claw still carried the gray-black evil spirit brought by swallowing the evil phoenix. Then, behind the bone claw, a huge blue dragon eye slowly emerged in the dark storm. It looked down at the high platform, its bulging eyeballs turned, looked around, and then suddenly stared at Kong Deming's calm face under the silver moon.

"Go ahead, Bone Dragon King, my dear child."

Zhongli Wu showed a determined smile.

"The sun and the moon are dark! Tear them to pieces and let them know who should be the ruler of this land!"

……

At the same time, outside Mingde Hall, in the suburbs.

"Good boy."

Xiao Hongchen knelt on the ground, his long silver hair, which he had carefully maintained, was stained with blood, and stuck to his face in an ugly patch. A pair of skinny but powerful hands pinched the back of his neck and pressed him heavily into the soil, and even the ground under his knees had deep dents. He gasped with difficulty because of the pain.

The owner of these hands leaned down, and silver hair that was nine-tenths similar to Xiao Hongchen's fell from his shoulders. In the dark night, his face was almost blended into the darkness and difficult to see clearly. His lips moved.

"You've become obedient after a lesson, and I'm very pleased. You look different from the reckless boy you were before. You've made progress."

“…I thought…” The young Soul Saint struggled to squeeze out a few words from his rusty throat.

"Hmm? What did you think?"

Xiao Hongchen's blue-green, Persian cat-like eyes flickered with a faint light. "I thought you were killed by the Holy Spirit Church and turned into a puppet... I never thought... that you joined voluntarily."

"So you are still young."

Xiao Hongchen turned his head with difficulty and looked at the bloody wound on his shoulder. The wound was cut by metal. In front of his father, whose martial spirit attribute was the same as his but whose cultivation was several levels higher than his, he had no strength to fight. His proud metal manipulation was like waste.

"Tell me why, please?" He looked helpless and meek, and lowered his head along with the hand. His father smiled with satisfaction, but the strength of his hand did not ease. He felt a mouthful of dirty blood stuck in his throat, which was difficult to spit out, making him feel sick.

"I hate Jing Hongchen, and I hate this oily father." The man just smiled at him, "I also... hate you guys."

Xiao Hongchen's breathing stagnated, and then he felt a dull pain from being hit in the back. He stumbled to the ground, one hand clasped tightly in the soil, the pain made him squeeze so hard that blood oozed from his fingers. He coughed violently and spat out the dirty blood.

His father, Drunk in the World...

"I hate you, lol! I should have strangled you the day you were born!"

Zui Hongchen looked down at him, seeing the first heir of Mingde Hall looking so embarrassed for the first time in his life. The same pair of eyes as Xiao Hongchen's were flashing a cold light in the night.

"So..." Xiao Hongchen wanted to stand up, but he found it difficult. Every part of his body was screaming silently in pain. "So you want to tell me... those warm family scenes in my and Meng's memories are all fake?" "Yes." His father's cold voice easily tore through those flashbacks. "The so-called daily family life! I had to act it out for you. Why do you think Mingde Hall was infiltrated by the Holy Spirit Church? You and that old man Jing tried hard to investigate but could never eliminate it?"

"I... really didn't expect it."

Xiao Hongchen suddenly covered his face, letting the dirt and blood smear on his face that he usually cherished. His voice was hoarse and trembling: "If I had known... I would have told Yuhao differently... so that I wouldn't have to see this scene in my dreams..."

"Hmm?" Zui Hongchen stared at him, "Didn't you just talk directly to Meng?"

"Of course... not."

Xiao Hongchen covered his face so that Zui Hongchen could not see his expression clearly. "After all, it is said that when people are kidnapped, they will say something abnormal to those who are sensitive..."

At his side, the fifth soul ring, which had long been extinguished, suddenly flashed. The next moment, his scarred body disappeared on the spot, and countless golden droplets splashed. Zui Hongchen was slightly stunned, and then a disdainful smile quickly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "A trifle."

He waved his skinny hand, and a huge net made of black metal was condensed towards the droplets, leaving Xiao Hongchen no place to escape. In dealing with Jin Zhilian, he and Huo Yuhao had adopted the same strategy in some aspects.

However, at this moment, a stream of golden pink light fell from the sky like a meteor, and suddenly penetrated the giant net that had not yet condensed. The droplets found the right opportunity and flew out of the gap without hesitation, flashing three or two times, and Xiao Hongchen's pale figure reappeared in the air. The familiar girl with short blue hair pulled his less injured arm, and the butterfly wings of the goddess of light waved a faint golden glow in the suffocating dark night.

"Don't tell me Yuhao had a trick up his sleeve and just wanted to call you over." Xiao Hongchen took a breath and looked at Wang Dong.

“Stop complaining!” Wang Dong grabbed his waist and dodged the black and gold metal sword. “Of course it’s not just me, I just run fast!”

"That's good. I was just thinking that it would be lame for two people to die together."

Xiao Hongchen took a deep breath, and countless soul guide cannons gathered around him again with difficulty. Although he would be defeated completely if he used this trick against Zui Hongchen alone, now he just needed to buy some time for the confrontation.

"But they are just young boys!"

Zui Hongchen sneered, and countless black soul guides began to condense beside him. Each of these soul guides was stained with a gloomy ghost aura, and just looking at it made people feel ominous. Those black hole-like muzzles sprayed out venomous lasers. When Xiao Hongchen's artillery hit them, it was just like a candle in the wind, flickering twice before being swallowed up. At the moment when the two soul powers collided with each other, Xiao Hongchen heard the shrill cries of countless wronged souls who died tragically.

In the black soul guide cannon rain that was delayed for only a moment, Wang Dong waved her wings and dodged, her right leg emitting golden light, and the light dispelling tried its best to dissolve the evil cannon fire. Huo Yuhao's spirit sharing promptly marked out a route for her.

"What do you mean, you little brat?" Her voice was carried to Zui Hongchen by the strong wind. "I am a woman!"

Before she finished her words, she folded her butterfly wings and swooped down, and both she and Xiao Hongchen rolled into the bushes behind the rock. Both of their clothes were torn, and Xiao Hongchen's blood dyed the grass leaves red.

"You're not dead, are you?" Wang Dong looked at Xiao Hongchen, who was almost unrecognizable due to the blood stains in front of him, and almost said something without thinking, "Why is your father so good at fighting?"

Before she finished her words, she inexplicably remembered that her father should be the best fighter, so she turned her head angrily to see if Zui Hongchen had caught up with her.

"...Not dead yet." Xiao Hongchen took a breath and started coughing again.

Wang Dong was at a loss for a while, but Huo Yuhao reminded her in the mind sharing to first disperse the negative effects of the evil soul guide that had hit him. She gathered the light power in her leg bones, directed it to her hands, and controlled the force to slap Xiao Hongchen on the back. The future heir of Mingde Hall hunched up in embarrassment and vomited all the black blood.

"Miss Meng and a soul beast senior will be here soon." Wang Dong looked back and Zui Hongchen seemed to be searching for where they were hiding. "...your father, uh, your father, what's going on?"

"Don't use honorifics." Xiao Hongchen waved his hand, "He is already a complete evil soul master. However, there are indeed a few strange things about him."

"how?"

"A level nine soul master still uses his eyes to search for people?" Xiao Hongchen frowned. "Besides, he could have easily killed me just now. Why did he spare my life? To humiliate me? That makes no sense. Since he's an evil soul master, he has more ways to torture me even after I die. He..."

"You're still holding on to illusions, aren't you?" Wang Dong slapped him on the head. "Is it possible that evil soul masters just don't have good brains?"

"What you said..."

Before Xiao Hongchen could even utter a word of complaint, Wang Dong suddenly grabbed his collar and flung him to the side. The next second, the place where they were just now was pierced by a scarlet ray.

"Don't hide," Zui Hongchen's sinister voice came from the other side of the rock, "I see you."

“Damn it,” Wang Dong cursed in a low voice, “Let’s go! I’ll take you again…”

Xiao Hongchen waved his hand to stop her from talking. He raised his head and slowly clenched his blood-stained fists.

"Now let Yuhao connect back to my spiritual sharing," he said.

"Are you going to fight head-on?" Wang Dong grabbed his arm fiercely, "Are you crazy? Regardless of whether you can win or not, you are injured like this! How much can I help you in a fight?! I will cover you for a while until Miss Meng and the others arrive! You..."

Xiao Hongchen raised his other hand with difficulty and slowly placed it on Wang Dong's hand that was holding his arm. Wang Dong fell silent, and the warm blood also smeared on her fingers.

"I think if we share our mental detection, we still have a good chance of winning." He turned around, his cat-like eyes flashing with a cold metallic light, "I trust you."

"Tsk," Wang Dong simply shouted in the mind sharing, "Yuhao, if you agree with him messing around, just give him the connection!"

Silently, Huo Yuhao on the other end said nothing, only a gentle mental force connected Xiao Hongchen's spiritual sharing.

"You too?!" Wang Dong felt that these two brothers who met each other only later were simply unreasonable.

“If you can win, just go for it.” Huo Yuhao replied briefly, “I have also found out why I didn’t detect the existence of his father before.”