Douluo: I mess around in Tangmen

Chapter 932 Gate of the Dead, Gate of the Dead

A group of senior officials from the Ordinary League looked at the quaint door in front of them, paused slightly, and just thought it was Nangong Pen doing another face-saving project. They didn't notice anything was wrong and walked in directly.

A dozen or so high-level evil spirit masters walked in.

"Acting Alliance Leader, what do you want me to discuss here?" asked a tall man with a mustache.

He deliberately emphasized the word "agent". If Nangong Wan had no identity and Nangong Pen had a relationship with him, it would not be Nangong Pen's turn to be the acting leader.

Among the other evil soul masters, only a few were as contemptuous of Nangong Pen as the muscular man with the mustache.

The rest of them walked towards the conference table silently with expressionless faces.

But after they took two steps, they discovered that four figures in black robes were already sitting on the original round table.

"Acting Alliance Leader, may I ask who these are?" a high-ranking evil soul master asked.

After the words fell, the other evil soul masters discovered these four guys whose faces were immersed in the darkness.

"Could he be a distinguished guest? Or someone from within the Holy Cult?"

This idea appeared in the minds of all the evil soul masters almost instantly.

"Here, please take a seat. The status of these adults cannot cause you to lose your etiquette!" Nangong Pen still had the same proud tone.

The muscular man with the mustache snorted coldly, took the lead towards the round table, and found a seat at random to sit down.

The rest of the evil soul masters also took their seats.

"Welcome everyone!" Nangong Pen spread his hands with a look of pride on his face.

Following his movements, a huge wall clock suddenly fell from the air, and a bone chain connected the wall clock and hung in the air.

"Nangong Pen, don't waste your time!" The strong man with a mustache couldn't stand how majestic Nangong Pen was.

"No need for him to introduce you, I will do it for you."

A figure sitting in the main seat slowly stood up.

His voice was like a voice-changing device, crisp, tender, hoarse, cut, vicissitudes of life, all kinds of feelings slowly changed.

A group of senior evil soul masters looked at each other, and finally an old man took the lead and stood up to salute, "I wonder, sir, is he from the Holy Religion?"

I have never heard of any high-ranking person or elder in the church who has such a mysterious voice before?

"The characters in your mouth have a special name for me."

"They call me the Holy Son."

Huo Yuhao slowly reached out and lifted the hood on his head, revealing a handsome but pale face.

"Son?!"

A kind of evil soul master's top brass fell into a brief commotion.

Son!

For the Holy Spirit Religion, apart from the three positions of supreme leader, leader and great worshiper, the position of the Holy Son has the greatest power.

Even on an equal footing with the deputy leader.

But after the death of the previous generation of Holy Sons, the Holy Spirit Church has never established a Holy Son again.

It was not that the office was abolished, but that no one could be found who could sit long in the position of the Son.

After all the evil soul masters were silent for a few seconds, they all saluted.

Although Nangong Pen is the acting alliance leader, he is definitely not a mindless guy who is not afraid of death.

This guy is the first to surrender, which means that the identity of the person in front of him should be true.

Even the muscular man with a mustache who had always been dissatisfied with Nangong Pen followed suit and saluted.

Huo Yuhao felt a chill in his heart as he looked at the group of evil soul masters with respectful expressions on their faces.

He wasn't trying to be cool, he was just stalling for time.

This group of evil soul masters had already fallen into Huo Yuhao's world of the undead from the moment they stepped through the gate.

With powerful mental power and the blessing of the Eye of Destiny, Huo Yuhao unleashed his simulated soul skills to the maximum, covering half of the conference hall, and transformed an identical conference hall into the world of the dead.

Close the door and beat the dog!

The reason why he didn't take action immediately was very simple. He secretly gathered all the powerful undead creatures that could be summoned in the undead world!

"I wonder what the Holy Son wants to announce when he calls us here this time?" the old man asked next.

Huo Yuhao had a bright smile on his face and his eyes were extremely cold.

"Calling everyone here, there is only one thing."

"I want to chop everyone here to death."

"Or you can chop me to death."

what?

All the evil soul masters were stunned.

What is this Holy Son saying?

Hack them all to death?

"Snapped!"

There was a loud bang on the table.

The strong man with a mustache stood up first. Spiral spikes sprouted from his shoulders, and the mustache on his face extended like two small tentacles.

"Does the Holy Son want to devour all of us?"

It is not unusual for evil soul masters to devour each other to increase their cultivation.

Hearing the words of the brawny man with a mustache, the other evil spirit masters immediately jumped up, summoned their martial spirits, and looked at Huo Yuhao warily.

"Everyone, why are you so nervous?"

Huo Yuhao raised his hands, his eyes filled with gray.

A ray of white light was gradually centered on him and spreading outward. Wherever the white light passed, the originally luxurious floor tiles turned into scorched earth, and the gorgeous walls turned into nothingness.

The evil soul masters suddenly discovered that the conference room hall where they were originally had turned into a desolate world.

As far as the eye can see, it is in ruins and the vast scorched earth.

"Damn! When!" A group of evil soul masters looked around in horror. How were they brought into this world?

The strong man with a mustache stepped on the scorched earth on the ground and narrowed his eyes slightly. "It seems that we have walked into your trap since we entered the door."

"Nangong Pen, must I have been controlled by you? You are indeed a loser who only knows how to go through the back door!"

Nangong Pen replied with a smile, "Brother, only by following the Holy Son can we reach the supreme road. The Holy Son said that our own direction is the direction we should go forward. Why bother to be stubborn?"

"Lord Holy Son, Zai Zai is the strongest among this group of people. His martial spirit is Evil Thoughts. With an eighty-fifth level of cultivation, I can control one or two. The rest of the people have only the highest level of cultivation. It’s just Kanhunsheng, and all the main combat forces in the sect have been sent out.”

Huo Yuhao snapped his fingers, and the three figures sitting on the round table gradually stood up. The black robes on their bodies fell off, revealing their original appearance.

"This is!!!" Zai Ruo's pupils tightened.

All the evil soul masters opened their mouths unconsciously.

"Woo~"

The body of an undead creature gradually grew larger from its previous human form, growing long sharp horns, its facial bones swelled and elongated, its arms swelled and grew sharp claws, and it had rough hair on its body and was strong. The legs exhibit the characteristic recurvature of animals.

Undead creature, Hell Sheep.

"Qiang!"

The two great swords were unsheathed, exuding frightening power, and the pure white light made the great swords look even sharper.

Undead servant, retribution knight.

"Hehehe~"

Wearing a big hat that shrouded the entire body with attention, a white bone staff floated in his hand, and the lavender soul fire flashed in his eyes.

Undead servant, Archlich.

"I didn't expect that it was the Holy Son in person. It's a pity that we became enemies!" Zai Lao said with a look of regret.

He has already felt the cultivation level of the three undead creatures in front of him. The highest cultivation level is only the same as his own.

He was able to hold back the most powerful knight, and the remaining two undead creatures had more people on their side, enough to deal with the Holy Son!

A group of evil soul masters also noticed Zai Lao's intention, and they all cast malicious glances at Huo Yuhao.

But Huo Yuhao didn't show any panic.

Even the Nangong basin with grass on the wall didn't look panicked.

"Everyone, why do you think I specially reserved your seat and let you sit for so long?" Huo Yuhao sneered.

"What…"

Zai Lao suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet shaking.

"The earth...is shaking?!"

"This power? There is an army!"

A group of evil soul masters looked around and discovered that a gray-blue line suddenly appeared on the horizon.

The lines become thicker at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It wasn't until Zailu could see the gray-blue line clearly with his cultivation that endless cold suddenly surrounded him.

That's not a line, it's an army!

Army of the undead!

An army of countless skeletons and undead creatures!

Until the undead army approached 500 meters, Zai Lai still couldn't see the end of this army.

It seemed endless.

Coldness, fear, and panic enveloped every evil soul master.

Their thinking gradually stagnated, leaving only two thoughts.

Is this the Holy Son?

How is this played?

An unnatural blush flashed across Huo Yuhao's face, and his body trembled slightly, but the excitement and fighting spirit in his eyes were extremely strong.

Zai was silent for a while, then turned to look at Huo Yuhao, with an indelible fear in his eyes. He spat, with a ruthless expression on his face: "Fight me! If you don't fight, you will die here!" Catch that bastard first! We still have a chance!"

All the evil soul masters quickly woke up and charged towards Huo Yuhao.

Only by catching Huo Yuhao, who can control this undead army, can they have a chance to survive.

Facing the swarming evil soul masters, Nangong Pen's face became even more mocking. No one knew the power of his master better than him!

Huo Yuhao nodded to the great lich beside him. The great lich immediately raised his staff and drew a blue circle of light to cover the three of them.

The next moment, three people appeared among the undead army.

"Kill." Huo Yuhao sat on the black stone throne created by the great lich like a monarch.

"Ouch!"

The Flame Hell Sheep let out a roar, opened its claws, and charged into the group of evil soul masters.

The flames from the legendary hell are aroused with every claw and move, and the bones of the body are extremely hard.

A layer of golden light rose up on the Punishment Knight, a shield appeared behind him, and his swords were crossed in front of him, like an angry white dragon crashing into the evil soul master.

The Archlich let out a hoarse laugh, and several huge fireballs instantly appeared above his head. They fell like meteorites, creating a mushroom cloud among the evil soul masters.

Huo Yuhao was the center that supported all the undead battles. A large metal cabinet appeared behind him, filled with milk bottles, and a large amount of soul power was squeezed into Huo Yuhao's body like an initiation.

"Not enough! Get a little crazier!"

Huo Yuhao had a crazy look in his eyes.

After receiving the summons, two huge bone dragons climbed up from the scorched earth.

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