Douluo: Peerless Blood Angel

Chapter 264 Can't Survive
"who are you?"

This question is very confusing and unnecessary.

When one foot stepped out of the invisible boundary, when he saw the cold ghost shadow under the clouds in the sky, Qianjie had already realized what he had encountered.

He could really see, only the ghostly shadows that filled his field of vision.

They are the only colors in his black silent films, or they are dragging their stumps and broken arms, or their faces are stained with blood and filth, or they are a pile of rotten flesh without any form...

Blood-like red is the color they display most often, and the almost substantial blood gas superimposes into an indestructible shadow.

He is an evil soul master and a former high-ranking member of the Holy Spirit Religion. He knows very well what these things that others cannot see are.

Or full of resentment, or aimless, or fighting with other shadows like a mad dog...

They all looked over when Qianjie stepped out of the boundary, and their sights became an airtight net, tightly binding Qianjie's hands and feet.

They are undead.

Evil soul masters should be accustomed to inhuman things.

Qianjie suddenly wanted to close his eyes, but unfortunately he had already closed his eyes, and there was no such thing as closing his eyes in the spiritual world. Even if the spiritual power was cut off, the blood-colored shadows would come like a tide. .

They are all undead, some have been imprisoned by the golden tree for many years, and some have died during the turmoil in Shrek City...

When Qianjie first joined Shrek, he had nothing to do and made a guest appearance as a copywriter, copying out "Dragon Clan".But he actually doesn't like the ending that always leads to tragedy, but he likes the sense of fate similar to "a gift from fate".

This is in line with his worldview. Everything in the world follows an underlying logic called "equivalent exchange." All things or objects that seem to take advantage of them have already been marked in places unknown to the recipient, or Price paid.

Everything has a cause and effect, and cause and effect are connected.

When he started the Shrek turmoil in the name of revenge and gaming interests, he was already prepared for the "fruit" to come to him-maybe an endless stream of assassins, maybe a notorious infamy on the mainland...

But this "result" came too quickly and too directly - a turmoil worthy of being recorded in history cannot fail to kill people.Coupled with Shrek City's population of more than one million, even if they did not die from the beast wave or the aftermath of the battle, the number of indirect deaths would be a terrifying number.

Now this fruit has come to my door in the most direct and violent way.

Qianjie exhaled slowly and stepped out of the invisible boundary with his other foot.

Unexpected, but reasonable - when the Wuhun City was destroyed, the heroic souls that had lasted for thousands of years were left behind. It made no sense that even the resentful souls were not allowed to exist after Shrek exploded.

Regardless of whether they are villains or heroes, they are all living beings; whether they work for the tiger or do justice for heaven, it has nothing to do with them. They only belong to the camp of the dead now; no matter whether the purpose of the perpetrator of Qianjiao is noble or despicable, it only brings them One result - death.

They gathered here for one and only one purpose - the revenge of the victim seemed so ferocious.

Qianjie pulled some distance away and took a stance. The purple spear like the setting sun in the abyss condensed in his raised right hand.

Whether it is indirect or direct, whether it is wearing swords for words or armor for the undead, he goes on - this is the price.

The figure lying in front of the group of undead, made of pieces of flesh and resembling Qian Duoduo, grinned, and blood poured out like a stream of water.

The question at the beginning seemed so unnecessary and ridiculous.

The undead responded with action.

The minced flesh lifted up the sword of bones, and the bloody clouds lifted up the forest of bows and arrows;
The broken flesh fell down from the long sword of bones, and the resentful undead dropped a cold light like rain;

The sound of the earth shattering seemed to decorate the mime with the day, and the din that was hotter than the howling wind instantly drowned the battlefield.

Blood rose into the sky in an instant, like a long pillar of faith.

In the sky and earth that suddenly turned red, shadows that looked like angels and demons stood motionless on the white-hot battlefield.

……

"What happened?" Lan Fuzi stopped playing at the edge of the ruins and looked at the sudden rise of blood deep in the ruins.

In addition to treasure hunters, there are others who are willing to stay in this ruins.

For example, Lan Fuzi.

"Get ready, let's go take a look." Another example is the old man who has released his martial spirit and formed a white realm.

It is normal for two groups of people who are waiting for one person to meet and join forces to collaborate.

After all, Shrek's ruins are not too large for Titled Douluo, and it was very clear who was on the battlefield for Super Douluo that day.

Behind Gu Yun were two middle-aged men and one young man. Like Gu Yun, the two middle-aged men also held the long sticks of the dragon in their arms, but the young man with glasses looked respectful.

"Ayan, you come to lead the way." Gu Yun happened to look at the young man. The ruins of Shrek are naturally familiar to the former Shrek people.

"Yes." The young man known as Ayan immediately walked to the front to lead the way.

While Lan Fuzi followed silently, his eyes swept over the four people in front, and the corresponding names appeared in his mind.

The young man with glasses leading the way is called Wang Yan. He was the former Shrek teacher, and it is said that he is the most valued junior of a certain Poseidon Pavilion elder - but there is really no reason to talk about things like camp.

The old man who maintains the domain is named Gu Yun. He appeared on the battlefield that day and claimed to be a super Douluo descendant of Wuhun Palace. He suddenly and inexplicably raised his level to the limit just before the battle - this makes no sense.

And the two middle-aged men whose martial spirits were consistent with Gu Yun came half a month after the war, and helped the old man find his people - God knows how many things are left in the Spirit Hall that was destroyed ten thousand years ago, really. There is no reason to explain.

Lan Fuzi didn't really want to study the truth in detail, as long as the purpose was the same.

The chirping of birds sounded, and Lan Fozi looked up. The sky was covered with dark clouds, clinging to the desolate ruins. The gray mist rising from the broken walls kept changing rapidly, outlining the outline of the high-altitude wind.A crow passed through the gray fog and opened its beak amidst the unpleasant croaking noise. Its blue eyes suddenly lit up, like a beacon that guided navigation in the gray fog, or like a ghostly fire that guided the soul.It wasn't until the crow flew out of the gray fog and let out a cry of satisfaction that the light dimmed.

It was a soul beast.

Lan Fuzi didn't know exactly what kind of soul beast it was. After all, there were as many types of soul beasts as there were stars, and she was of the marine type and had nothing to do with terrestrial soul beasts. But even if she didn't know them, she could still identify the soul beast based on the surrounding environment. Attributes - the soul beasts that can appear in Shrek's ruins are either dark attributes, or have something to do with weirdness.

It is the evil soul beast forcibly defined by humans.

The Deep Sea Demonic Whale also belongs to the evil soul beast defined by humans, although the attributes of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale have nothing to do with "evil" in the traditional sense.

The group of people walked slowly among the ruins. When they encountered the pure white field, the gray mist disappeared instantly as if they had encountered a natural enemy. The attribute restraint was so unreasonable, let alone an extreme person. field.

But outside the Evil-Breaking Domain, the tide-like gray mist still shrouded everything, and various black shadows could be vaguely seen wandering aimlessly in it.

For a group of soul masters who are guaranteed to be soul emperors, this kind of gray mist representing death and undead does not pose any substantial threat, but it is always a troublesome if they come into contact with it too much. It is better not to come into contact with it if you can.

So for a month, they only occasionally set foot on the middle level, and then observed the golden enchantment in the core area - although they couldn't see anything, the golden enchantment had never changed.

However, something changed today. Lan Fuzi subconsciously raised the soul guide in his hand.

Standing in front of the huge pit that occupied the entire Shrek Academy, she felt the slightly changed but still familiar aura, and even saw the blood-colored mist that was so rich that it could not be dissolved.

At the same time, a little dissatisfaction arose in her heart - hadn't Ye Xishui been asking the Holy Spirit Cult to collect resentful souls in order to complete her so-called tenth-level soul guide, the Light of Death?Shrek, the countless wraiths that she personally participated in and created, but let go of them?

But this discomfort came and went quickly. After all, she knew exactly what kind of person Ye Xishui was - she couldn't expect that kind of person to take into account the interests and logic of emotions.

But then Lan Fuzi put down his weapon and frowned.

The old man in front of him had raised his hand to signal the group not to move rashly.

"Senior, can you give me an explanation?" Lan Fuzi asked puzzledly.

"The undead need to exert their strength, or to truly affect the material world, they need to be combined with soul power. However, the soul itself does not produce any soul power, so they need a carrying object - even they need to wander around the world. The fixation of matter." Gu Yun said a common sense about the soul while looking at the bloody mist in the pit.

The evil soul masters sent souls to provide soul power. After Tianmeng was expelled from Huo Yulin's spiritual sea, he needed another ice silkworm to provide a body. The souls that had been imprisoned in Shrek for a long time needed to be entrusted to the golden tree and Wuhun City. The heroic souls need the endless white bones to provide them with a body to control...

Even Electrox, a demigod from another world, needs to temporarily live in the sea of ​​​​spirituals for a thousand kalpas, all based on this common sense.

"At first I thought they were relying on this land, but now I understand that they are relying on..." A look of hesitation appeared on Gu Yun's old face. This title is indeed a difficult thing. Calling him by his first name is not enough. Respect, please use some honorific title such as Pope, Son, etc...

Although I am very reluctant to admit it, it is a reality that Wuhun Palace is gone, and there is no need to forcefully attach gold to the title.

"Young Master." Gu Bing, who finally had a serious look on his face, suggested a more appropriate title.

"Yes, they place their trust in the young master." Gu Yun stroked his pure white beard, obviously very satisfied with this title, "None of them can exert more strength than the young master."

Lan Fuzi once again carefully observed the movement in the blood mist - however, under the obstruction of the blood mist, nothing could be seen. She could only feel the constant fluctuation of the breath.

She is not an Ultimate Douluo, she is just a transformed soul beast, and her cultivation level is no more than a Soul Saint.

But she couldn't ask any more questions. She also understood the common sense Gu Yun said - since the undead were entrusted to Qianjie itself, it meant one thing: no matter what happened, it was Qianjie's own business. Outsiders cannot interfere.

The easy-to-understand way of understanding it is: When the time comes, the undead will hide in the person carrying it. Should we fight it or not?
"Is there no other way?" But in the end Lan Fuzi couldn't help but ask.

Just looking at the scale, you can tell that the undead are a very large number.

"No, at least I can't find a suitable way." Gu Yun shook his head and gave a negative reply, then looked at the golden barrier, "But little girl, you don't have to worry too much, since that person has never Taking action means that the problem is not big. As long as the young master survives it, it may be a great blessing."

"But what if you can't survive?" Lan Fuzi continued to ask, preparing for the worst - evil soul masters don't talk about taboos, they themselves are the biggest taboos in the world.

"If you can't survive it..."

……

"If we can't survive it, we have no choice but to go back to Haotian Sect." In the same Tianhun Empire, in the same Shrek, in a different city, Songzi persuaded Wang Dong'er distressedly.

In front of them was a table of delicious and delicious food, elegant and soothing tunes were echoing in their ears, the most outstanding bard was chanting the glory of Poseidon on the high platform, and handsome men and beauties dressed in elegant clothes shook their hands. The crystal cup in the cup is filled with blood-like wine...

This was a grand ball held by the nobles in Tiandou City in the name of welcoming Shrek.

As the second hometown of the legendary "noble model" Poseidon, and the rising city, Tiandou City undoubtedly has the most orthodox aristocratic etiquette and the most ceremonial dances.

They did the same thing. The men and women coming and going at the ball, even if they were just waiters and maids, were dressed appropriately, their etiquette and demeanor were perfect, and their image was one of a kind...

But Wang Donger doesn't like it, from the bottom of his heart.

There was no shortage of similar sororities in the former Shrek Academy, and she, a disciple of the inner academy, was invited several times.

But she had never felt so disgusted as she did today - but she really couldn't find anything wrong. At most, she despised this group of people for wasting their time.

Maybe it's because Shrek City has not yet emerged from the shadow of ruins?
Looking down at his chest, Wang Dong'er's mouth curved into a wry smile.

Then she looked up at the people coming and going in the hall. Occasionally, the few people who looked over had smiles in their eyes, as if they were friends whom she could confide in, gentle and kind, and she could feel their enthusiasm but not too much. unexpected.

She really couldn't fault it.

　good night

　　The progress of the plot has indeed been slow in the past two days. I'll speed it up.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)