Douluo's ice devil Yuhao

Chapter 303 Acquaintances in the Church of the Holy Spirit

All eyes were focused on the center of the arena, especially those gamblers who had bet heavily on the ring master.

The odds of the leader of the competition are very low, but in view of his two consecutive crushing victories and his trust in the Xishui League, most gamblers bet on the leader of the Xishui League to win.

Of course, there are also some people who choose to bet the victory on the mysterious challenger. Although they don't know anything about the opponents, high odds mean high risk and high reward.

The handicap of this underground soul fighting is completely different from the casino where the soul fighting contest is held every five years. The gamblers here don't know the players on the field at all, they don't know where they come from, what their abilities are, and even their names. Do not know at all.

Perhaps even the contestants decided to fight on the spur of the moment, guessing the outcome depends entirely on luck, this is the characteristic of underground soul fighting.

But these gamblers dared to throw most of their golden soul coins into the black hole-like handicap for the sake of what they thought they had in their pockets.

At this moment, those gamblers who bet heavily on the ring master looked at the two people in the center of the arena with bloody eyes.

Noticing at least two hundred hostile gazes around him, Huo Yuhao coldly looked around the outside of the arena with his sunglasses on.

The faint coercion from the Soul Emperor radiated from him to the surroundings, and one could feel that those gazes moved away in fear.

Only then did Huo Yuhao look at the young evil soul master in his hand again.

The spirit of this evil soul master is a will-o'-the-wisp, and unlike the usual high-temperature flames, his dark green will-o'-the-wisp does not have the characteristics of high temperature, but exudes a cold air.

In the energy-gathering destruction cannon he used just now, there was a ghostly aura of ghost fire attached, which was extremely strange.

But whether it was the will-o'-the-wisp or the saboteur, they couldn't hurt Huo Yuhao at all.

Although the evil soul master can quickly level up through killing, the powerful strength of this young evil soul master mainly comes from his own strange ability and soul mentor talent, both of which are completely crushed in front of Huo Yuhao.

In the most primitive and direct physical conflict, his left leg was instantly crippled.

Huo Yuhao stepped on the ground slowly with his right foot, looked up at Minglei Douluo in the air, and said indifferently:

"Is the Xishui League trying to interfere in the soul fighting competition?"

He was not only questioning, but also carefully observing Minglei Douluo's reaction.

Minglei Douluo's original intention to stop the competition stopped, but looked at the center of the spirit arena with excited eyes.

Huo Yuhao squinted his eyes. Minglei Douluo must have been shocked by the existence of undead magic.

A gray flame ignited from his right hand, and quickly engulfed the young evil soul master's head.

The body of the young evil soul master trembled violently in the air, the fear from the depths of his soul had already made him forget the pain in his left leg.

That gray flame is much more advanced than his will-o'-the-wisp.

The young evil soul master didn't know why the defensive soul tool on his body didn't trigger. He was so shaken by the soul shock that his headache was splitting, he gathered all his soul power, trying to display his most powerful sixth soul skill - ghost fire burning body .

The green flames on his body became more intense, enveloping his whole body, and the cold and evil aura charged directly at Huo Yuhao. .

But Huo Yuhao didn't move at all, the right arm holding the evil soul master's young man's face was stretched straight, the gray flames on it danced slightly, and all the green flames that came into contact with the gray flames were all extinguished.

"Uhhhh-"

A howl was forced out from the throat of the young evil soul master.

The triple pain of body, spirit, and soul acted on him together, bringing him a feeling close to despair.

But that wasn't what made him most desperate.

"Am I going to die here today?"

He trembled and looked at Huo Yuhao. Under the latter's dark sunglasses, there was a pair of gray eyes full of death.

Just when the young evil soul master thought he was about to die, a familiar burly figure appeared above the underground soul fighting arena.

It was the teacher of the young evil soul master, Minglei Douluo.

"Teacher... save... me..."

The joy of being able to survive instantly rose from the bottom of his heart, and the young evil soul master stretched out his trembling right hand towards Minglei Douluo in the air with difficulty.

As long as the teacher takes action, I can be saved, and I want to make this guy's life worse than death!

Suddenly, he felt that time slowed down, and the speed at which the beating gray flames ate his soul also slowed down, accompanied by the pain of being extended several times.

The joy in his eyes disappeared, because he saw an emotion called fanaticism in Minglei Douluo's eyes.

Minglei Douluo didn't think about saving Huo Yuhao at all, but seemed to be obsessed with Huo Yuhao's magical ability, regardless of his student's life or death.

The young evil soul master tried his best to send out his last desperate cry for help:

"Old...teacher...save...me...ah..."

It wasn't until the green flames on the young evil soul master's body were almost completely extinguished that Minglei Douluo came back to his senses and shouted: "Stop."

But it was too late, the body of the young evil soul master had already been reduced to a pool of ashes surrounded by gray flames.

Huo Yuhao shook the "ashes" on his hands, and looked coldly at Minglei Douluo in the air: "I should have won, right?"

The entire underground soul fighting arena was silent. No one thought that the young evil soul master who was still alive and kicking just now would be reduced to ashes in an instant. Only the bloody broken leg on the ground in the distance showed that he had come to this world.

"He... what is that person's martial soul?"

"Did he use some soul skills? Or did he use some kind of soul tool?"

People speculated.

Huo Yuhao looked at Minglei Douluo in the air while checking his harvest.

The soul power of the young evil soul master was burned by the magic of the undead and slowly flowed into Huo Yuhao's body, absorbed by his dantian, and transformed into a part of his own cultivation.

The soul power of an evil soul master, the soul emperor, brought Huo Yuhao a considerable improvement, which was worth his long-term cultivation.

Huo Yuhao couldn't help sighing the intense satisfaction and excitement brought about by the rapid growth of his cultivation, as well as the ensuing greed.

It's really hard for people to resist this kind of temptation. In this world where strength is paramount, once you taste this taste once, it's hard to give up in the future.

Just like those gamblers around me, once I have tasted the high returns brought by gambling, it is difficult to return to work diligently and down-to-earth.

Huo Yuhao deliberately chose to use the form of "flame" to express his undead magic. This special flame does not have high temperature, but he wants to use this form to cover up his ultimate ice martial soul as much as possible.

His true identity must not be revealed, and he does not intend to use his second martial spirit whenever he appears in this form from now on, so as to avoid making people associate with his original identity through the Ultimate Ice.

Minglei Douluo was brewing emotions, and after a long time, he said calmly: "The mysterious challenger wins."

The staff in front of the handicap swallowed their saliva, summoned up their courage and said, "The challenger wins."

The gamblers around also came to their senses, repeating the indispensable situation after every game, those who lost the bet scolded, and those who won the bet were ecstatic.

But this time, those who lost the bet did not dare to scold too loudly, after all, this is still the territory of the Xishui League, and the people who were killed were members of the Xishui League.

Everyone looked at Huo Yuhao in the center of the arena with fearful and curious eyes, not knowing how Minglei Douluo would deal with him.

If someone who killed the Xishui League on the Xishui League's territory, would the Xishui League let him go so easily?
Contrary to everyone's expectations, Minglei Douluo slowly fell into the soul fighting arena. Instead of asking for guilt, he walked up to Huo Yuhao and tried his best to cover up his excitement with a calm tone.

"If you win the champion of the Xishui League, you are eligible to receive the reward from the Xishui League."

Huo Yuhao smiled and said: "I killed you Xishui League members, will you stop here?"

"Our Xishui League is based on honesty, and the underground soul fighting lives and dies. If you die, you will die. Come with me."

After finishing speaking, Minglei Douluo walked to the depths of the underground black market.

Huo Yuhao followed without fear, which was also his original purpose.

The figures of the two disappeared, leaving only the gamblers around the underground soul fighting field. Soon, a brand new underground soul fighting competition will be held here.

Huo Yuhao followed Minglei Douluo to the depths of the underground black market, an incomparably luxurious room. In the room, many kinds of extremely expensive rare metals were placed.

Minglei Douluo said in a deep voice: "You can choose five kinds of rare metals, each of which does not exceed [-] grams."

Huo Yuhao looked at the rare metal reserves on the table quite unexpectedly, and even he wanted to lament the financial resources of the Xishui League.

Moreover, Minglei Douluo suddenly allowed him to choose five kinds of rare metals of [-] grams, which seemed to have ulterior motives.

"The Xishui League is too generous, isn't it? Did you get the rewards wrong?" Huo Yuhao asked.

"Because you took these rare metals, you are a member of our Xishui League." Minglei Douluo suddenly rushed in front of Huo Yuhao excitedly, releasing his pressure, and shouted, "Tell me, what ability did you use just now? "

"You used that ability to easily kill my beloved disciple. Are you an evil soul master?"

Although his beloved disciple died, Minglei Douluo didn't feel sad, and the flash of regret in his heart was all covered up by joy and excitement.

No one can experience the horror of that mysterious power better than the Holy Spirit Cult. As the third elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, he easily recognized this mysterious power.

This is the ability to control and destroy the soul, even the leader and the supreme leader have never been able to master it.

But this mysterious black-haired young man can dominate the souls of others with an absolutely powerful posture.

This must be the holy son of the holy religion, and he must be brought back to the holy religion.

"Aren't you an evil soul master too?" Huo Yuhao didn't admit it, but grinned grimly, and asked, "Not only are you an evil soul master, but your beloved disciple who I turned into ashes is also an evil soul master. I'm afraid the entire Xishui League Was it also founded by the evil soul master?"

Minglei Douluo frowned tightly, and asked in a deep voice: "How do you know?"

"I can smell the stench of the evil soul master, you can't fool me." Huo Yuhao smiled, "I came today to cooperate with you Xishuimeng."

As he said, six soul rings, two yellow, two purple, and two black, lit up behind him, and then under the shock of Minglei Douluo, the six soul rings slowly disappeared, replaced by a brand new gray soul ring.

"You have what I need here, and I have what you need."

Feeling the powerful soul power coming from the gray soul ring, Minglei Douluo's eyes lit up, and he laughed loudly: "No, it's not cooperation, you are the Son of God we have been looking for. When the Son of God comes, the Holy Cult will definitely prosper!"

Although an apprentice died, a holy son was exchanged.

"The holy emperor will live forever, and the saint's fairy will always be there, hahaha——"

Huo Yuhao looked coldly at Minglei Douluo who was laughing, his eyes under the sunglasses were full of murderous intent.

……

a day later.

A luxurious VIP room in a hotel just one kilometer away from the Sun Moon Palace.

"Vice leader, according to the third child, he found the holy son for our religion, which is a great achievement."

An old man smiled and said to a woman in a black robe in the middle of the VIP room.

The woman known as the deputy leader covered her head with a cloak and her face was covered with a veil, revealing only a pair of blue-gray eyes.

She nodded slightly: "The Holy Maiden has arrived, the Holy Son has come, and the Holy Cult will surely prosper."

As she spoke, she glanced at another woman who was wearing a dark red dress and was called a saint.

The saint in a dark red dress didn't seem interested in the coming son, and kept silent.

While everyone in the VIP room was discussing, Huo Yuhao had already arrived in the hotel.

He followed Minglei Douluo to the VIP room, communicating with Tianmeng in his heart.

"Yuhao, have you really decided? I have sensed a lot of Title Douluo, if you see something bad, you can escape in at any time..." Tianmeng said with some fear.

Snow Emperor appraised the strength of the elders of the Holy Spirit Cult in his heart, and said: "Only one Super Douluo, me and Bing'er, are enough to cover you back to the demiplane."

"The Holy Spirit Sect will not do anything to me." Huo Yuhao said indifferently, "Don't worry about my safety, I worry about other things."

Bingdi asked: "Have you really decided?"

"Yeah, right now, for me, there seems to be no quicker cultivation method than devouring the power of the soul." Huo Yuhao said, "I can't wait to destroy the Holy Spirit Church, and then I will start to hunt slowly A single evil soul master."

The Ice Empress said helplessly but relievedly: "You found a good way to upgrade quickly, but it's a pity you didn't use it sooner."

Huo Yuhao sneered: "Heh, I never thought that poor people's money is easy to earn. If you want to earn money, you can earn money from rich people."

"In the same way, the power of the soul is the same. If you want to swallow these evil soul masters with strong soul power."

Suddenly, he was stunned, and a familiar figure appeared in the mental detection.

His face darkened, but he kept walking.

Minglei Douluo opened the door of the VIP room, and said respectfully: "The Holy Son is here, see the deputy leader."

The deputy leader immediately stood up together with the other elders around him, and applauded lightly.

Huo Yuhao ignored them, and his mental detection was always focused on the familiar figure in the dark red dress.

He really didn't expect to meet an acquaintance in the Holy Spirit Church.

Unexpectedly, it makes sense.

"It's really you, Ma Xiaotao."

(End of this chapter)