The Legend of Douba Resurrection

The previous carelessness has long since disappeared.

Almost everyone in the Hall of Souls looked gloomy, just like their dead parents.

Ten vs. thirty-five, do you really think that they are soul clansmen who are hardened by iron?

"Haha, interesting."

Even when all the experts in the Hall of Souls were ashen-faced, an old figure standing on the left side of Hun Miesheng, holding a cane, laughed in a low voice.

The old man was wearing a gray long gown, skinny as bones, and there was always a stiff smile on his dry face, and a strange gleam in those dry old eyes.

And his aura is as powerful as Hun Miesheng, the master of the Soul Palace who is a six-star Dou Sheng!

So as soon as he spoke, he attracted the attention of all the strong soul clan.

"Before the outside world, it was often rumored that the Tianfu Alliance is the strongest force under the eight ancient clans in Zhongzhou, not one of them. I always thought that these were just some ignorant meddlers boasting, but today I saw it and it really deserves its reputation. "

"Which ones are under the Eight Clans? Even our... Spirit Clan is nothing more than that?"

The old man on crutches gave a strange smile.

As soon as the old man on crutches said this, all the experts in the Soul Palace changed their expressions.

That's right, the Spirit Race has no more than forty fighting saints, and Tianfu has completely caught up with the Spirit Race in terms of high-level combat power.

"The Soul Palace is the eyes and arms of my Soul Clan in Zhongzhou. I don't know what the Soul Palace is doing when the Tianfu Alliance is growing silently?"

The old man on crutches laughed again.

Seeing that the flames of war were about to burn on him, Hun Miesheng, the master of the Soul Palace, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Hun Qianmo, you don't have to speak so eccentrically. At the beginning, I wanted to command the entire army of the Soul Palace to attack the Tianfu Headquarters Star Realm, crush the Star Realm in one fell swoop, and capture Yao Chen and Xiao Yan's master and apprentice."

"The clan forcibly suppressed my proposal for a battle, saying that it is still the best time not to have a decisive battle with Tianfu. Let me continue to collect the soul body and promote the soul of Lord Void Swallowing Yan to enter the emperor's realm. This is my current priority. Just give up."

"If you are dissatisfied with the grand strategy formulated by the highest level of the clan, you can go to the patriarch and Lord Void Swallowing Yan to talk about it. Why do you complain in front of me?"

Hun Miesheng lowered his eyelids slightly, and said indifferently.

Hun Miesheng is not afraid of Hun Qianmo now.

If Hun Miesheng was only a five-star fighting saint before, he would really admire Hun Qianmo three points, because this guy is not only a six-star fighting saint, but also claimed everywhere that he had fought against Xiao Xuan back then.

Xiao Xuan is the lifelong fear of many elders of the soul clan, claiming that fighting Xiao Xuan can really increase their qualifications.

I bother!There are not one thousand strong men in the clan who claim to have fought against Xiao Xuan, there are also eight hundred.Who the hell knows which is true and which is false?

What is your soul thousand strangers? !

Soul Miesheng thought so.

It's different now, he was recreated by Lord Void Swallowing Flame, not only was he resurrected smoothly, he was also promoted to the Six-Star Fighting Saint, the same rank as this Hun Qianmo.

Although Hun Qianmo is a small rank higher than him, Hun Miesheng is not afraid of him, because he has Lord Void Tunyan behind him to support him.

Why would Lord Void Swallowing Yan pity him so much?

Isn't it because he, Hun Mie Sheng, is in charge of the Soul Palace, and he has tried his best to collect soul bodies to help the soul of the void swallowing flames to break through the emperor's realm?Otherwise, is nothingness swallowing flames stupid?

"You junior... how dare you be so rude?!"

Sure enough, Hun Qianmo's face turned red instantly.

"I'm a junior, aren't you an old man?"

Hun Miesheng replied lightly.

"Hun Mie Sheng, you court death!"

Hun Qianmo struggled to lean on his cane, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, the old soul demon on the side almost cried.

What is it called? !

Before we officially started a war with Tianfu, our own people started fighting first.

He deliberately turned a blind eye, but unfortunately besides Hun Miesheng and Hun Qianmo, he is the one with the strongest cultivation here.

"Two, now that the enemy is in front of us, everyone should not say a few words. If we fail to complete the task assigned by the clan, none of us will be able to escape after returning."

In desperation, the old soul demon had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak.

"Humph!"

Hun Miesheng and Hun Qianmo snorted at the same time, and immediately fell silent.

So how can there be thirty-five fighting saints in Tianfu?

In addition to the thirty-three fighting saints accumulated by the various sects in Tianfu, plus Xiao Chen from the Xiao Clan and the Patriarch of the Pill Tower, isn't it just thirty-five?

Xiao Yan, the leader of the Tianfu faction, looked at the surrounding environment, and immediately frowned, "Why does this place smell like Soul Palace mice?"

"Decree: Purification!"

Xiao Yan waved his sleeve casually and said.

"Buzz!"