Douluo: Peerless Blood Hunter Huo Yuhao

Chapter 79 Resentment
The sharp nails cut open the flesh like knives, and black mist spread.

The middle-aged man let out a muffled groan, making a final struggle before his life withered.

tick tock...

Blood drops fell on the cold and hard rock surface, sputtering into blood flowers.

The corpse of the middle-aged man became dry and flat, like a mummy, with the skin sticking tightly to the surface of the bones. The cracked mouth opened, and he didn't know whether he wanted to ask for help or scream. The deep-set eye sockets faced the ceiling of the cave. , there were several corpses hanging in a miserable state of death, with their stomachs and intestines ripped out, their hearts and lungs ripped out.

The murderer had a satisfied look on his face. He was no longer out of breath as before, but was full of energy, with green light dancing in his eyes.

This man was the evil soul master who claimed to be preparing the Messenger of Death. Half of his life was cut off by Huo Yuhao, and he fled in panic all the way to the Mingdou Mountains to seek refuge with his teacher who claimed to be the Messenger of Death.

He pulled his hand out of the wound and licked his red fingers with a ferocious look on his face. The long-lost sweetness invigorated him.

The dead middle-aged man was a soul master.In the world of soul masters, the third ring is a hurdle. Once you cross it and become a soul master, you are barely considered a strong person. You can get away with it anywhere. Many soul masters cannot cross this limit throughout their lives.

But he still died, surrounded by living corpses until he died.

The essence of a soul master restored the preparatory death messenger's condition a lot. Although this kind of absorption could not be without additional losses, he believed that as long as he repeated it a few times, he could return to his original cultivation level.

Thinking of this, his heart was ready to move, and murderous intent surged up.

He thought again of the young man in black who had jumped out of nowhere.

That kind of indifferent look is like a superior being looking down at ants. Murderous aura comes from all directions. With the cooperation of living corpses, it can threaten some soul sects. He was cut off half of his life like a dog. It was not easy. The living corpse he raised couldn't even seriously injure the young man even if he self-destructed.

"Are you proud?"

The sound of ridicule or contempt seemed to echo in his ears again.The messenger who was preparing to die suddenly gritted his teeth, clenched his bloody hands into fists, and kept trembling.

One day, one day he will kill that boy and sacrifice him to the great god of death. It will definitely be a good sacrifice, and the god will be very happy.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

The messenger of death suddenly let out an indescribable strange smile. Although he had not yet met Huo Yuhao again, he had already opened the champagne in advance.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was completely dead, the onlookers' bandits made a louder noise. The blood activated their violent factors and made them very excited.

"As expected of the boss's apprentice!"

"Good kill, this hand controls the living corpse superbly."

Some people reveled, some laughed ferociously, and some sneered in silence.Their boss, the Messenger of Death, also has the art of controlling living corpses, as well as the terrifying corpse explosion art. With such abilities, even if the Soul King comes over, he can only die. A single Soul Emperor will also do it without defense. Being hit hard.

Under the leadership of the Death Messenger, they were able to burn, kill, and loot at the border between the Sun Moon Empire and the Star Luo Empire. They committed all kinds of evil. Some people came to chase them, but they all died.Sometimes they deliberately left wrong clues, which led to the provocation of other stronger bandit groups.

"Hmph, it's quite useful, my 'good apprentice'." A rocking chair was placed on the natural stone platform in the distance, and a man in black robes was lying on the chair covered with soft animal skins.

The flames of the torches on both sides were dazzling, reflecting in the cup held by the man in black robes. His skinny fingers moved gently, and the illuminated scarlet liquid gave off a strange light.He is the so-called messenger of death.

After drinking the blood in the cup, he stood up. The gloomy soul power spread in the cave. Five soul rings, three yellow and two purple, rose from the soles of his feet, leaving behind a series of phantoms that rhymed in the air. The breath of the soul king Spread out in the cave.

He clapped his skinny palms, his voice was not loud, but all the sounds suddenly disappeared.This is just a group of rabble, but now they are like soldiers who have received orders. There is no other reason. All this is just because of the strength and terrifying ability of the messenger of death.

To tame violent elements, you have to rely on greater violence. This is the norm for this group of people.

"Okay, everyone, the show is over, and this carnival is over." All the members of the Hand of Death Bandits looked at the Messenger of Death, waiting for him to speak.The living corpses also remained quiet, standing quietly like sculptures. The dried-up corpse of a middle-aged man was randomly thrown on the ground, like an abandoned and tattered doll.

The Death Messenger was very satisfied with this scene. Although they were just a ragtag group of people, he still felt like a superior person, as if he had power.

"Our Death Hand bandit group has been established for three years. At the beginning, we were weak and could overthrow at any time. Here we not only have to guard against being squeezed out by other bandits, but we also have to worry about the armies of the two empires.

"But now, we have more than 200 people. All the bandit groups that attacked us before have been destroyed by us, and the armies of the two countries can't do anything to us.

"I once said, no matter you are from the Sun Moon Empire or the Star Luo Empire, as long as you join the Hand of Death, we can bathe in the glory of Death together. Those things that civilization does not give us, we will take it ourselves. This It's what they owe us. Whether it's wealth or beauty, we have already got it. One day, we will also get the power, all because of your joining!"

The Death Messenger raised his hands, his black robes rustled, and as his soul power surged, the flames swayed more and more, which was quite powerful.

The subordinates below also cheered vigorously, mainly for a brainless support. If some people from the Land of Miracles were pulled over and saw this scene, they would probably feel that they had fallen into a pyramid scheme.

"Messenger of Death!"

"Messenger of Death!"

"Messenger of Death!"

Everyone shouted the title of leader.In fact, no one here has the surname of God. None of them are devout believers. They are all desperadoes who only have gold coins and beauty in their eyes.

However, as long as someone can lead them to achieve their goals, it doesn't matter even if this person is a magic stick. Anyway, everyone is not a good person, so they just get together.

The messenger of death stretched out his palm from his wide sleeves and pressed it softly, and the cave became quiet again.

He was very satisfied with his speech just now and thought that his eloquence had improved a lot.

He pointed at the preparatory Death Messenger standing next to the living corpse, "Now we have a new member. He is my disciple, the Preparatory Death Messenger, Zhang Ma. As you can see, he has inherited my corpse control technique. , killed a Soul Lord. Zhang Ma, come up."

"Yes, teacher." The messenger who was preparing for death bowed and saluted, appearing very respectful.

He walked under the stone platform, took a cup, and drank the thick blood in one gulp.

"After drinking this blood, he will become the third leader of our Death Hand."

"Third group leader!" The bandits started cheering again.

However, Zhang Ma's body suddenly trembled. The messenger of death jumped off the stone platform, pressed his skinny fingers on his shoulders, and a hoarse voice sounded in his ears. Only he could hear, "It's still somewhat useful, maybe. I should let you try to kill this bounty hunter yourself instead of lending you a living corpse."

The messenger of death was actually very dissatisfied with this apprentice. Of course he knew that this disciple was a young man, but both of them were favored by the god of death. He wanted to get something from this apprentice, but for the time being, he was worried about the mysterious god of death.

Others may think that these two people are magicians, including these bandits, but they actually really believe in this so-called God of Death.

"Teacher is kind." The Death Messenger did not dare to refute. In his previous state, he certainly could not kill the Soul Lord. All he relied on were the living corpses lent to him by the Death Messenger.His condition was greatly reduced. Using the corpse control technique could be said to be a narrow escape. He was just a little bit away from being eaten by a living corpse. It was a desperate move.There is no doubt that if he fails, the messengers of death and the bandits will watch as he is torn apart by the living corpses.

"It's just a little devil who actually forces you to do this. How could the God of Death favor a waste like you? Also, I hate betrayal. If there's another time, you know."

"Yes."

At this moment, unlike the cheers in the cave, a pair of eyes opened in the cold and dark space, followed by the sound of viscous liquid flowing and the sound of bones collapsing and breaking.

"My... dependent, did you use... my seal?"

　Have I, the messenger of death, strengthened myself too much?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)