Douluo II: At the beginning, the evil soul master is bound to Electrolux

Muye retreated behind Qin Fang and asked, "Could it be possible? Sect Master Qin Fang, do you have a way to defeat the enemy?"

Qin Fang smiled and said, "Qin Wudi is right. This peerless green lotus and the dead skull are originally a part of me. They are my continuation."

“If it was another strong man who condensed into a god and was promoted to a complete first-level god, I might still be a little afraid, but… you are Qin Wudi, you are the bloodline of my Qin Fang.”

Qin Fang's voice became louder and louder, like a fierce war hammer, constantly hitting the void, making Qin Wudi's blood boil.

No, not only Qin Wudi, but the entire Douluo Continent, all descendants with Qin Fang's bloodline, felt the throbbing of their bloodline. This throbbing was filled with infinite anger, as if it wanted to tear the bloodline apart and shatter their pride.

"Ah, what happened? Why am I so anxious and scared?"

"This bloodline that I am so proud of seems to be leaving me? What should I do?"

"My strength is rapidly fading. My life span and everything I have seem to be disappearing."

"Who is it? Is it the ancestor? Who has provoked the ancestor?!"

"With our bloodline stripped away, we will become useless."

Qin Wudi felt the blood in his body, which seemed to be no longer under his control. It seemed to have its own thoughts and kept struggling, trying to leave him.

This feeling made him feel a little powerless.

Perhaps, his power did not belong to him in the beginning.

Qin Wudi's communications were blown up in an instant, his blood was shaking, and the messages that were peeled off came like snowflakes.

Qin Wudi's mind flashed with data. For the first time, he looked horrified as he said, "Qin Fang? Do you know how many of your direct bloodlines are in the Soul Palace? Two-thirds. If you strip them of their blood and let their strength fall to the bottom, then the Soul Palace will be finished. It will become a wedding dress for others."

"The entire Soul Palace, our Qin family will lose control. This is your life's work. Do you really want to see this happen?"

Qin Wudi felt distressed because this was the Soul Palace that he had worked so hard to build.

Qin Fang spread his hands indifferently and said, "Haha, what a joke, a lifetime of hard work, but it's nothing more than a small force created on a whim."

"If there is no Soul Hall, there will still be the Fighting Spirit Pavilion, the Soul Pagoda, and so on. This is all possible. Do you think I will feel bad? In my eyes, this Soul Hall is really not as important as you think."

Qin Fang squeezed lightly, and the blood in Qin Wudi's body gathered like rivers into a drop of three-colored crystal, about the size of a fist.

This is all of Qin Fang’s blood in Qin Wudi’s body.

Qin Wudi felt that his breath was gradually weakening and had reached its lowest point.

Qin Fang was about to take back this drop of blood, but heard Tang San's voice interrupting: "Hey, Qin Fang, you don't take me seriously at all, have I forgotten my position as a god?"

The left side of Qin Wudi's body glowed with blood-red light, like divine light. Tang San's voice rang out like an oracle, carrying infinite rules, saying: "I say... this blood belongs to Qin Wudi!"

In an instant, the blood as big as a fist returned to Qin Wudi's body again, becoming closely connected with him, and they could no longer be separated.

Buzz, the three-colored blood in Qin Wudi's body was enveloped by Tang San's light and turned into a blood-colored glow, extremely evil.

The holy blue lotus turned bright red in the blink of an eye. Thick fog and blood surrounded it, exuding an extremely evil aura.

Outside the black skull, a layer of blood-colored fascia also condensed, and there was also blood-colored mist around it.

Now, Qin Fang's bloodline completely became Tang San's bloodline and was no longer under Qin Fang's control.

Qin Wudi's smile changed from panic to pride, and he said, "Ancestor Qin Fang, look? What else can you do to me?"

Qin Fang looked at him with disdain and cursed: "Retarded, really retarded, did Tang San devour your brain when his soul merged with yours? Bah, do you have this thing?"

Qin Fang felt disgusted. How could he have such rubbish descendants?

After so many years, why hasn't Tang San completely devoured Qin Wudi's soul and occupied his body? Isn't it because Qin Fang's bloodline is supporting him tightly?

And now, Qin Wudi actually took the initiative to let Tang San refine his blood and merge the two into one. It is estimated that it will not take long before Tang San will truly control this body.

Qin Fang was furious, angry at having such a stupid offspring. Just now, he saw how pleased Qin Wudi was, and now he wanted to strangle him to death.

The divine position in Qin Wudi's body completely condensed out, like a bloody ball of flesh, bursting with immortal light, and its tendons turned into tentacles that kept sprouting out hideously, looking very disgusting.

Qin Wudi did not feel sick, on the contrary, it was like touching his heart blood, full of obsession and love, stretching his muscles and bones and saying: "Huh, everyone, I will send you to death now, don't worry."

Buzz, Qin Wudi opened up a special divine space, enveloped Qin Fang, and wanted to kill him.

Muye and the Silver Dragon King's divine power invaded into the divine space and jointly protected Qin Fang.

Muye unleashed his strongest attack to try to stop it, but Qin Wudi's blood lotus burst into a bloody sword shadow. With one blow, Muye's battle armor and mecha were shattered and fell to the ground, and even the spirituality in his body seemed to be shattered.

This disgusting tentacle condensed into a suction cup and fiercely pierced into Muye's body, devouring the essence in his body. Qin Wudi's face showed an expression of enjoyment.

The Silver Dragon King condensed nine elements in an attempt to stop him, but Qin Wudi's body swayed like the surface of water, and he separated an incarnation, condensed the meaning of a skeleton, and fought with him.

The battle between the two was evenly matched, and it was impossible to tell the winner in a short period of time.

Buzz, another incarnation was separated, carrying Tang San's shadow, approaching Qin Fang, wanting to devour Qin Fang.

Qin Wudi smiled and said, "This place is my absolute understanding. You guys? You are overestimating your abilities."

Muye took a look and said: Uh, this is bad. Now, is there really no one who can stop Qin Wudi?

Muye endured the pain all over his body and asked anxiously: "Sect Master Qin Fang? What are your methods?"

Qin Wudi: "Haha, what means can he have? The cultivation of a great soul master is nothing more than making people laugh. By the way, quickly summon the remnant soul from before, let me see his strength."

"I admit that he is very strong and may be able to crush me, but how long can you, Qin Fang, withstand such a fierce energy infusion?"

Qin Fang said confidently: "Oh, you are right. But you seem to have taken it for granted."

In an instant, the realm of the dead opened, and the permission-like thought of the will of the God of Creation, carrying with it the rules of the realm of the dead, merged into Makino's body.

In Muye's body, a first-level godhood was condensed at an extremely fast speed. Bang, a divine product exploded in his body, and a huge amount of life energy flowed madly through Muye's limbs and bones, causing his blood and qi to surge, completing the third transformation of his martial soul.

For a moment, Muye's power increased exponentially. His strength and aura surpassed Qin Wudi.

Snap, Makino opened his eyes, and like the wrath of thunder, he tore off the disgusting tentacles on his body without any destructive effort.