Douluo: Peerless Light.

"You mean, thirteen of our branches in Mingdu were destroyed in one day? Including two soul tool production centers?"

A figure emerged from the blood light out of thin air.

When her figure appeared, the surrounding air was obviously distorted, and all the bloody lights seemed to be worshiping, setting off her coming to this world.

It was a woman, at least in terms of body shape, and she was definitely a devil in body shape.

Her whole body was covered in a big dark red cloak, and there seemed to be a layer of mist covering her face.

Her mature voice is full of magnetism and slightly hoarse, but it has a special magic in the ears, which makes it easy to have a sense of closeness and even admiration for her.

However, to the evil soul sage kneeling below, this voice was no less than the haunting sound from hell, with a terrifying aura that could make his soul tremble.

He replied tremblingly: "Master Huihui. Yes, yes, all the members of the Holy Cult in the thirteen branches were killed, and even the branch itself was completely destroyed. Subordinate, the next subordinate found out After that, I will report to you immediately."

"Oh? Then your movements are really fast."

A woman's playful voice sounded, every word was spoken lightly, yet it felt so heavy, piercing the hearts of everyone present like a sharp sword piercing the heart, and the depressed people could not speak .

The evil soul saint trembled even more, almost holding his breath.

Or the appearance of another black figure broke the incomparably dignified atmosphere in the field: "Is the attacker a suspected target? Are there any traces left at the battle scene?"

"Go back to the chief priest, and preliminarily determine that the suspect is the owner of the Angel Wuhun."

One of the Titled Douluo stood up and said in a deep voice.

"I just came back from some of the most severely damaged scenes. The other party has mastered extremely powerful sacred power and fire power. It can almost be concluded that it is the actions of the owner of the angel spirit."

"Not only that, but in the soul tool manufacturing center of the Eastern Suburbs branch, Wu Mengsheng, the newly promoted Ninth Elder, was beaten until his soul was scattered and his bones were gone. Even though he is seriously injured now, but with the ability of his special martial soul , even an ordinary titled Douluo can't achieve this level."

The person called the chief priest was naturally Mu En's old acquaintance—Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao.

Long Xiaoyao nodded slightly: "I know Wu Mengsheng, his martial spirit is indeed peculiar, even if I want to find him, it will take some effort. If the opponent has the ability to kill him completely, at least he must be able to kill him." An angel martial soul titled Douluo who has evolved to the level of six wings."

One of the titled Douluo, an evil soul master, said: "But where is there any six-winged angel title on this continent now? The only titled Douluo with an angel spirit is in the Star Luo Empire, and he is also a healer." Angel, a pure healing soul master."

Another evil soul master, titled Douluo, followed suit: "Indeed, the true seraphim lineage has been cut off ten thousand years ago, and what is left now are nothing but useless fish."

Another person interjected: "Thinking about it this way, we might want to thank Tang San, who didn't know if he really ascended to God, for doing such a big favor to our Holy Cult. If it wasn't for him, the legendary killing If we blow up the capital and knock down the Spirit Hall, where are we today?"

"Okay, don't say that there are so many and nothing. The most urgent task now is to find the perpetrator."

Long Xiaoyao scolded, then turned to look at the woman sitting on the Blood Throne.

"Our cooperation with Crown Prince Xu Tianran has just started and we have been attacked. I wonder if it will be the Sun Moon Empire."

"Not impossible."

The magnetic and lazy voice sounded slowly, and it seemed that there was no anger at all.

There is only one woman who can make Long Xiaoyao, the majestic and respectful dark dragon emperor, his old friend, the Supreme Master of the Holy Spirit Sect, Xu Tianran's new god-in-law, the ninth-level soul mentor, and Death Dou Luoye. Xishui.

The mist on Ye Xishui's face still hasn't faded, but he just said lightly: "Wu'er and Feng Ling are currently in the evil forest and can't get away. I need to sit in the palace. You eight elders should be of some help."

"I will give you one month. After one month, if the head of the murderer does not appear under my throne, you will bear the consequences."

After all, a mist of blood suddenly appeared, and Ye Xishui's figure had completely disappeared.

As soon as these words came out, the eight evil soul masters and elders immediately felt insecure, hurriedly saluted, and agreed in unison: "Yes."

Long Xiaoyao glanced at the evil soul master Hunsheng who was about to pee his pants, sighed lightly, and his figure also disappeared without a trace.

Qian Zhaoguang's previous predictions were not wrong at all, and the Holy Spirit Cult reacted in a very short time, and quickly started a big screening that can be called a night walk of ghosts.

That is more than one-third of the power of the Holy Spirit Sect in the entire Mingdu, a dozen or so Soul Sages and dozens of Soul Emperors, and nearly a hundred Soul Kings and Soul Sects!

Even including two Contras.

So many congregants were slaughtered at the same time in one day!

There are hundreds of evil soul masters!

Together, they could even destroy the existence of a large city, but now they have disappeared in this bustling Mingdu without a sound, which is simply unimaginable.

Is this a person?

Or an organization?
The Holy Spirit does not know.

But the Holy Spirit Church understands one thing - as long as this person or this organization is not caught for a day, they will have trouble sleeping and eating all day.

How can a side-lying couch allow others to sleep soundly!

For a time, undercurrents surged in the dark side of Mingdu, and everyone in countless sects was in danger.

However, the instigator of all this did not have the pleasure of revenge that was full of ambition and joyful revenge.

Originally there were.

But another emotion goes even further than that.

After the massacre ended that day, Qian Chaoguang asked Liu Tiezhu to take another day off and locked himself in the demiplane of the undead.

He needs to be quiet.

Whether it was to restore his severely overdrawn strength, or to calm down his depressed mood, he needed to be quiet and slow down.

With the destruction of thirteen divisions of evil soul masters and the death of hundreds of evil soul masters, Qian Zhaoguang thought that he would have a pleasant feeling of revenge.

In fact, his current mood is not only not happy, but extremely heavy.

When encircling the branch of the Holy Spirit Church, his heart became heavier and more depressed the further he went to the back.

Every time he leads the undead army to destroy a branch, he can either capture or destroy some "magic weapons" refined by evil soul masters.