Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Mu Xing discovered Ye Xishui hiding in the dark from the very beginning, and the words he said to Feng Ling before were specifically for her.

After all, the Holy Spirit Church is a one-man show under the Supreme Leader. Only by gaining her trust can one be considered to have completely infiltrated the Holy Spirit Church.

Even though the leader Zhongli Wu is usually very powerful, Ye Xishui is his biological mother after all. Whether in terms of cultivation or bloodline, he is completely suppressed by Ye Xishui.

"Who is this?" The performance has to continue.

"This is the supreme leader of our holy religion and also my mother!" Zhongli Wu hurriedly took Feng Ling to salute Ye Xishui.

"Oh, hello!" Mu Xing suppressed his disgust, put one hand on his waist, and casually extended the other hand towards Ye Xishui.

"Ah, this..." Not only Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling, but the elders around the altar couldn't help but gasp.

Ye Xishui didn't care and held Mu Xing's wrist with her hand with dark red eagle-shaped nails.

"Eh? What are you doing?!" Mu Xing had to control his strength to prevent himself from breaking free from Ye Xishui's grip too quickly.

In the eyes of Ye Xishui, Zhongli Wu and others, Mu Xing wanted to break free from the clamp but could not move at all.

It seems that there is still someone who can subdue her. Feng Ling and Zhongli Wu looked at each other.

"Huh?" Ye Xishui was originally exploring Mu Xing's soul power and physical condition unscrupulously. Her voice startled both Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling.

"Mother, is there something wrong?" Zhongli Wu became alert instantly.

"He's a good candidate, but unfortunately..." Ye Xishui's face suddenly turned cold.

"What a pity?" Zhongli Wu was nervous, fearing that Ye Xishui would announce in public that this was a ferocious beast.

"It's a pity that his bone age is close to 20 years old, so he can't participate in the Soul Master Competition held in the Sun Moon Empire." Ye Xishui released his hand, "But his soul power is solid. He has reached the level of Soul Saint at such a young age. I guess he has eaten a lot of people, right?"

"That was just an insignificant competition, mother. Our goal is not to win the championship." Zhongli Wu breathed a sigh of relief. "Our goal is the underground soul guide competition held during the competition. The requirements for the competition are very simple. As long as you are under 30 years old, Xiao Shi is a soul guide, so you can participate."

"Hahaha! That's true!" Ye Xishui suddenly laughed. She stared at Mu Xing. "I heard that you turned your lover into a ghost? I admire you very much. You gave me a very good inspiration. Since that man doesn't want to be with me, I will find a chance to turn him into a ghost as well!"

"That depends on whether he is willing. The one in my family is willing to merge with me." Mu Xing grinned, making himself look more like a psychopath.

"But I still can't completely believe you, because I also detected a sacred breath in your body." Ye Xishui changed the subject, "Xiao Ya, what this girl said makes sense, I just have a way. There happens to be a fierce beast in the Demon Forest, and it is the second fierce beast. It can tell whether you are a human or a fierce beast at a glance. It was recently injured by the Beast God. It will take at least a hundred years to fully recover. I want to take this opportunity to verify it. I heard that you are a spiritual soul master. If it is finally proved that this girl misunderstood you, then I will find an opportunity to let the Evil Eye Tyrant Overlord become your ninth soul ring. As compensation, its soul bone will also belong to you. Do you want to accept this test?"

"..." You take exams all day long. Either you or I take exams. What the hell are you testing for?!

"What? You don't dare anymore?" Tang Ya's cold eyes clung to Mu Xing like a maggot. "It's not easy to become a saint. I went to meet the Lord in person."

The dark environment of the Demonic Forest is indeed very suitable for Tang Ya's cultivation. After all, her martial soul is the dark blue silver grass. Affected by the environment, the blue silver grass in the Demonic Forest is more or less tainted with the dark and evil aura. For Tang Ya, the closer to the depths of the Demonic Forest, the better the environment for mimicry cultivation. In order to prevent her from being killed by the Evil Eye Clan as an intruder, Zhongli Wu once took her to the Evil Emperor to show her face.

"I accept the test." As if he was irritated, Mu Xing glared at Tang Ya and made a request to Ye Xishui, "But there is one more thing: she must pay a price!"

"Of course. Let's hold the canonization ceremony for the Saint after we come back from the Evil Emperor! As long as you can come back, you can do whatever you want to her." Ye Xishui was the first to step down from the altar. The elders and believers retreated in fear. She didn't really care about Tang Ya's life or death. If the Saint Son or Saint Daughter was gone, she could find another one. Even if the Leader was gone, she could... Forget it, she couldn't give birth anymore.

“Ah! A true hero always has to go through these pains!” Mu Xing followed without fear. Now the evil-eyed tyrant overlord is not the only ferocious beast lurking in the evil forest.

This is not going to end well! Feng Ling looked at Tang Ya coldly, her face was pale. Could her judgment be wrong? Besides, how could a soul guide be a fierce beast? But she said nothing. She knew that Tang Ya was going to be in trouble.

Zhongli Wu's face turned pale. To be honest, he didn't want to see the two saints fighting each other, but his words did not count. Everything had to be decided by Ye Xishui.

When he thought about it this way, he was the only one with a clear mind among the entire Holy Spirit Church's top leaders, yet he was forced to be a mama's boy. It was really hard for him!

Deep in the Demonic Forest, the Evil Eye Tyrant Lord curled up his remaining tentacles and carefully observed the returning Beast God.

Oh my God! Why is he back again? Where is the Demon King? Who can tell him whether the whale escaped or died?

Di Tian knelt on one knee by the lakeside stained by the night, with fine scales climbing along his brow bone to his cheekbone, like inky ice cracks spreading silently under the glaze, emitting a faint cold light. Strange silver light particles were steaming from the wound on his left arm, which were the remnants of the light of time and space - every time a dragon scale peeled off, it would tear off a wisp of black mist-like blood, which would bloom into red lotus-like blood flowers when it fell into the lake, and was swallowed up by the dark lake surface in an instant.

His knuckles turned white from the pain of scooping water, but his dark golden vertical pupils were calmer than the lake. The fragmented night sky was reflected in the ripples. Countless blood beads meandered down his forearm. The flesh and blood between the bones were repeatedly washed by the lake water, and the blood color faded from the rolled skin. Only the broken blood vessels were still oozing out hair-thin gilded blood.

The wound that could not heal should have been its most proud masterpiece, a proof that it had once again hurt the Beast God. But the Evil Emperor was not happy at all, because Emperor Tian had almost killed half of it.

It watched the dragon blood falling into the lake greedily but vigilantly. It was a bargain for the soul beasts in the entire river basin, but it did not dare to act rashly.

Pretending! If only the light of time and space had hit Di Tian's face, we would have seen if he could still pretend so calmly!

But when the words came to his lips, they turned into "I'm very sorry, boss. I can summon all the soul beasts in the Demon Forest that are good at healing to show you, but the effect is definitely not as good as the healing ability of the Emerald Swan, so it may leave a scar."

Not even a breath.