Fighting Starts from Saving Yunyun

"This hall? Vice-Hall Master?" Hearing the indifferent voice from the distorted space, Zheng Tian's pupils shrank, his figure paused, and he turned his head to look at the phantom old man, and said solemnly: "Old guy, you crow mouth !"

The phantom who was called the Zilei Saint also had a dignified expression, and said slowly: "Hundreds of years, the Soul Palace is still like this, hiding like a mouse, do you really think it's cool to appear like this?"

The black mist continuously seeped out from the distorted space, and finally, under the gaze of the two of them, it slowly condensed into a figure wrapped in black mist.

The figure of the black mist was not angry when he heard the words of the Purple Thunder Saint, but smiled and said: "It seems that you have found the heart of the thunder in the land where the thunder fell."

The Purple Thunder Saint didn't answer the black mist figure's words, but sneered and said, "Is it the courage of the majestic vice-master of the Soul Palace? Only a phantom is dispatched to the place where the thunder falls."

"Virtual Shadow" Zheng Tian was taken aback for a moment, and then came back to his senses, condensing the phantom is just a small trick of the fighting saint.

"To deal with the soul body of a saint who has fallen for hundreds of years, it's an overkill to come with the body." The black mist fluctuated slightly, and there was a strange laugh.

At this time, the black mist chasing behind Zheng Tian had also arrived.

The black mist dissipated, revealing several majestic figures.

"Under Blood River."

"Subordinate prison."

"It belongs to the magic rain."

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"Greetings to the deputy hall master." Several figures said respectfully, clasping their hands together.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that all the great celestial beings in the Soul Palace are here." The purple thunder saint smiled strangely.

"So, you'd better be honest and get caught, so as not to be tortured." The black mist figure said.

Saint Zilei remained silent, as if thinking about countermeasures.

"Teacher, what should we do?" Zheng Tian said in a low voice, this was the second time he called Master Zilei Saint since he became a teacher.

Chen Mo, the sage of purple thunder, suddenly looked at Zheng Tian, ​​with a rare kind smile on his face: "Disciple, the strictness of being a teacher these days has made you suffer a bit, and the way forward will depend entirely on yourself." gone."

"Remember, the Divine Lightning Body is not fully developed, so don't avenge your teacher."

After the words fell, the Purple Thunder Saint activated his rare soul source, and opened a void crack behind Zheng Tian. The moment the void crack appeared, the purple thunder saint's illusory figure became somewhat transparent stand up.

"Teacher, you"

Zheng Tian hadn't finished speaking yet.

Before Zheng Tian could react, the Purple Thunder Saint pushed Zheng Tian into the space crack.

"Want to escape? It's just a delusion"

The black mist squirmed, and a pale and thin hand protruded from the black mist, towards Zheng Tian in the space crack, and grabbed it from the air.

"A group of dirty bugs, let me die!" The phantom of the purple thunder saint suddenly swelled violently, and a majestic energy diffused from his body.

"Not good, soul burst, retreat quickly." The black mist figure didn't even care about catching Zheng Tian, ​​and the black mist rolled over the several big celestial beings beside him, and then retreated.

"Old guy, no, don't" Zheng Tian roared hissingly, tears bursting from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably.

"Teacher, goodbye." The Purple Thunder Saint looked back at Zheng Tian, ​​and immediately the terrifying soul energy surged out of his body.

"No" Zheng Tian kept roaring.

Because at the moment when the soul energy surged out, the phantom of the purple thunder saint also slowly dissipated.

"It's not that easy to explode in front of the master of the palace."

Suddenly, a majestic voice sounded from above the sky.

The moment the sound fell, the disappearing figure of the Purple Thunder Saint stopped suddenly, and the surge of soul energy was also controlled in a space.

Above the sky, a man in a black robe sitting on a black chair descended from the sky.

At the moment he appeared, everyone in the Hall of Souls in the Land of Thunderfall, including the black mist figure, all knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Welcome to the Lord!"

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Somewhere in the northwest region of Dou Qi Continent, a crack in the void suddenly appeared, and after a while, a figure fell out of the crack.

This figure was seriously injured, and under normal circumstances, it should be healed first, but he grabbed his head suddenly and let out a low growl, which was full of pain and sadness.

"Damn Soul Palace, I, Zheng Tian, ​​will be at odds with Soul Palace from now on."

Black Corner Domain.

Lingyan Pavilion restaurant.

After a week of recuperation, Chen Mo has almost recovered from the sequelae caused by the change in the sky and the overdraft of his body.

"Dong dong" the door knocked.

"Come in."

"Crack!" The door opened, and it was Lu Yuanqing who came in. He said respectfully, "I would like to report to the Chief Pavilion Master, everyone in the Demon Flame Valley has disappeared, as if they were all emptied overnight."

"It ran fast enough." Chen Mo still wanted to settle accounts with Han Feng after recovering. After all, there must be an explanation for Gu He's death.

But if he ran away, he must have gone to the headquarters of the Soul Palace. With Chen Mo's current strength, it would definitely be unrealistic to find him.