Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

After Bai Zhaoyun cut off his spiritual connection with Bai Yun, he could no longer fall asleep. A question kept echoing in his mind: How can he successfully infiltrate the Holy Spirit Church without arousing its suspicion?

Countless plans came to his mind and were rejected one by one. In the end, he decided to take the most direct approach - to take the initiative to surrender to the Holy Spirit Church. He knew that no matter how perfect the reason he made up, as long as the high-level of the Holy Spirit Church had the slightest suspicion, they would investigate thoroughly. Instead of hiding it, it is better to retreat in order to advance.

Finally, he decided to go directly to the door for help!

"Instead of making up excuses full of loopholes, it's better to go openly. Anyway, as long as I want to go, they can't stop me." Bai Zhaoyun said to himself, with a confident arc on his lips.

He knew very well that any disguise could be seen through, and only the real evil power could truly gain the trust of the Holy Spirit Church. And the Desert Death God Martial Spirit he possessed, the ability to devour souls, was inherently labeled evil, which was the best disguise!

"Let them see what a true evil soul master is!"

After making up his mind, Bai Zhaoyun no longer hesitated and flew straight to the nearest branch of the Holy Spirit Church. He remembered that it seemed to be the branch where the kid named Li San was.

A few days later, outside the Holy Spirit Church's branch hall, a figure wearing a black cloak and emitting a cold aura slowly walked over. Upon seeing this, the guards immediately blocked his way and shouted, "Who are you? This is an important place for the Holy Spirit Church. Anyone who is outside must leave immediately!"

The man in black robe slowly raised his head, revealing a young face with sharp edges, but his originally clear eyes now glowed with a faint green light, which was chilling.

"I'm here to join the Holy Spirit Church." Bai Zhaoyun's tone was cold, without any emotion.

"Join the Holy Spirit Church?" The guard looked Bai Zhaoyun up and down, his eyes full of suspicion, "Just you? Do you know where this is? Not everyone can join the Holy Spirit Church..."

Before the guard could finish his words, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared behind Bai Zhaoyun. It was actually a huge dog head with a hideous face, emitting a terrifying aura that made people's heart palpitate!

"This...what kind of evil martial spirit is this? Such an evil aura!" The guard was so frightened that his face turned pale, his legs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

Just looking at this ferocious giant dog head, I felt like my soul was about to be swallowed by it.

This evil aura that controls the soul is definitely a top-level evil martial spirit. The person in front of me actually possesses such a terrifying martial spirit!

"Now, can I go in?" Bai Zhaoyun said indifferently, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

The guard dared not stop him, and crawled to the side, saying in a trembling voice: "Sir, please come in, sir, please come in..."

Bai Zhaoyun snorted coldly and strode into the Holy Spirit Church branch hall. As soon as he stepped in, a strong smell of blood hit his nose, making him nauseous.

Inside the hall, several members of the Holy Spirit Church in black robes were torturing an old man. The old man was covered in scars and was dying, having obviously suffered inhuman torture.

"Old man, I'll ask you again, are you going to tell me or not? Where did you hide your granddaughter?!" a burly Holy Spirit believer roared ferociously.

"Bah! You bunch of unscrupulous beasts! Even if I die, I will never tell you!" The old man spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed with gritted teeth.

"Hmph, if you don't accept my toast, then you'll have to drink a penalty!" A hint of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the burly cultist, and he was about to take action when he was interrupted by a cold voice.

"stop!"

Bai Zhaoyun slowly walked in front of the crowd, his eyes coldly scanning everyone present, and said in a grim tone: "I am the evil soul master - Bai Zhaoyun. I have come here today to join the Holy Spirit Church. I wonder who is the person in charge?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and their eyes fell on Bai Zhaoyun, their eyes full of surprise and curiosity. Evil soul master? There was actually an evil soul master who took the initiative to join the Holy Spirit Church?

The corners of Bai Zhaoyun's mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold smile, and a powerful aura burst out from his body, sweeping across the entire hall in an instant!

"Let me see what kind of crap this Holy Spirit Church is!"

The burly Christian looked Bai Zhaoyun up and down, a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly: "Do you think you are worthy of joining our Holy Spirit Church? Tell me! What is your purpose in approaching our Holy Spirit Church!"

Bai Zhaoyun's eyes flashed with coldness, and he sneered, "You are worthy enough to question me? I say again, I came here to join the Holy Spirit Church. If you don't want to die, go and inform the people who can make the decision!"

As soon as Bai Zhaoyun finished speaking, the huge black dog-head shadow behind him let out a deafening roar, and the terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire hall. Several weaker Holy Spirit believers were even frightened by this pressure and vomited blood, and collapsed to the ground!

"Soul Devouring Martial Soul!"

The burly cultist's face suddenly changed, and he cried out in shock. He never thought that the young man in front of him actually possessed such a terrifying evil martial spirit!

"Now, can I go in?" Bai Zhaoyun said indifferently, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"Please forgive me, sir! I was blind and rude and offended you! I will go and inform the elders right away!"

The burly believer no longer dared to be negligent and quickly bowed, then crawled towards the depths of the hall.

Bai Zhaoyun stood with his hands behind his back, quietly standing in the center of the hall, allowing the people around him to look at him with surprise, fear, and curiosity. He looked calm, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Soon, an old man in a gorgeous black robe and with a sinister face walked over quickly, surrounded by a group of believers. The old man glanced at Bai Zhaoyun with sharp eyes and said in a deep voice: "I am the deputy hall master of this branch hall. Are you Bai Zhaoyun who has a soul-devouring martial spirit and wants to join my Holy Spirit Church?"

Bai Zhaoyun nodded slightly in response.

Seeing this, the old man showed a barely perceptible sneer at the corner of his mouth and continued, "Do you know that not everyone can join my Holy Spirit Church? If you want to become a member of my Holy Spirit Church, you must go through many tests. If you are not careful, you will be doomed! Are you sure you want to join?"

"I have made up my mind." Bai Zhaoyun said firmly without any hesitation.

The old man looked at Bai Zhaoyun deeply, as if he could see through him. After a while, he slowly said, "Okay! Since you are so determined, I will give you this opportunity! Come on, take him to accept the test!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two black-clad cultists stepped forward and stretched out their hands to grab Bai Zhaoyun's shoulders. Bai Zhaoyun's eyes turned cold, and a powerful soul power wave instantly burst out from his body, knocking the two cultists back several steps.

"I can walk by myself." Bai Zhaoyun said coldly, and walked straight into the darkness behind the old man. There seemed to be some unknown danger hidden there...

Bai Zhaoyun stepped into the darkness step by step. The noise behind him was gradually swallowed up, and replaced by a creepy silence. The air was filled with a rotten smell, as if he had stepped into the territory of death.

In the darkness, faint green lights could be seen, flickering, like a beast lurking in the abyss, greedily watching the intruder. Bai Zhaoyun's face was calm, but there was a hint of vigilance between his brows.