Douluo: Summon the eight demons at the beginning

Chapter 106 Obtaining the Dragon Talisman

The original Haotian Sect became a mountain of blood and a sea of ​​blood, the land of Shura.

Everyone looked at the demon in the sky, their faces were shocked and fearful, and their hearts were beating nervously.

"The devil is too powerful. I have to keep a low profile from now on. As long as the other party doesn't come to provoke Wuhun Palace, I won't provoke them." Qian Daoliu made up his mind.

The Holy Lord and Curse Lan were left in the sky, and there was Bo Gang hundreds of meters high on the ground.

Although they only wanted to release Bo Gang this time, because the other party wanted to take action against them, they could only kill the Haotian Sect smoothly.

"Holy Lord, if you say so, it's okay to kill so many people."

"It's annoying, but I can transfer the cause and effect to Daolong and try not to let the world notice us."

"Do you still have this ability?" Curlan turned his head in surprise, his eyes surprised.

The Holy Master had a calm expression and replied calmly, "It's true that I didn't have it before, but I have gained a lot from studying the world recently, so I just want to test it this time."

Curse Lan was even more surprised, his eyes gradually brightened, "It seems that you are indeed suitable for doing these things, then I'll leave it to you."

"Wait." The Holy Lord floated in the air, his body twisting like running water.

Below, Bo just picked up the body from the sea of ​​blood and put it into his mouth, listening to the conversation between the two with a confused look on his face.

What are these two guys talking about?Why couldn't he understand it at all?
"Bo Gang, I know you don't understand. I'll let Ximu explain it to you later."

Julan said coldly.

After hearing this, Bo Gang nodded, stopped thinking about those things, and concentrated on enjoying his meal.

"Holy Lord, you still remember my request. It's quite interesting. I sent you out in vain."

She was grateful to the Holy Lord for still remembering what she said back then.

At the beginning, she and other demons jointly opened the demon hell and sent the Holy Lord out so that the Holy Lord could rescue her brothers and sisters from the sea of ​​suffering.

She said right then and there that a big meal would be prepared for her.

The Holy Master chuckled and followed her words and said, "Just treat it as your feast."

Unexpectedly, by mistake, he fulfilled his promise to Bo Gang. Don't let this favor go in vain.

Bibi Dong watched them talking and was already retreating in her heart.

She still has to obtain the power of the spell. If anything happens to her while she is here and is delayed, she doesn't think Daolong will wait for her honestly.

Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi also looked at each other and prepared to leave.

They saw the beam of light coming over, but they didn't expect that their master was fighting here.

Although Curse Lan doesn't care about it now, they still have to return to the Moon Capital before Curse Lan and prepare to serve Curse Lan.

Otherwise, their servants would have gone too far.

Ning Fengzhi said in a low voice, "Uncle Jian, let's go!"

Sword Douluo nodded slightly, picked him up and rushed towards the sky.

A stream of light left the scene, attracting the attention of everyone present.

Curse Lan turned around and took a look and didn't care anymore, waiting peacefully for Ximu and the others to come back.

He knew about the two guys as soon as they arrived, but such a small fact couldn't really attract his attention.

Ximu and Zhongsu went away in two directions.

Nowadays, their strength has become much stronger, and they are guaranteed to have the strength of Tang Chen who took the Eighth God Test. Like Zhongsu and Ximu, they will probably stay here.

Because Sao Feng was sealed into the Demon Hell, he missed his promotion and his strength is probably lower.

As for Curse Blue and Holy Lord, at least they are at the level of gods.

Due to his large size, Bo Gang may be a little stronger than Zhongsu and others, but he should be a little weaker than Curse Lan, and he belongs to the god floor tiles.

The Holy Master looked at Ning Fengzhi who was leaving, and suddenly felt some familiar power from him. His eyes lit up instantly, and the dragon soul disappeared.

next second.

In front of Ning Fengzhi and the two of them, the Holy Lord suddenly appeared, and they were stunned in the air.

"Master Demon?"

Ning Fengzhi looked puzzled, still thinking of getting away with it.

The Holy Lord didn't speak, just looked at him with a sneer.The indifferent smile made Ning Fengzhi feel so stressed that he couldn't help but doubt the dragon charm on his body.

Damn it, what is this dead dragon looking at? Am I exposed?
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he pretended to be calm.

The sudden change surprised everyone. Could something else have happened?
There were waves of fluctuations in the space, and layers of gravitational waves bounced off like waves. In two or three strokes, Cursed Blue was transported to the side of the Holy Master.

His face was indifferent, and he kept spitting snakes in his mouth. The scene in front of him made him feel a little angry.

"Holy Lord, are there any problems with these guys?" He asked in a cold tone.

"Jiejie, I don't know if there is a problem, but I know he took my things."

The Holy Lord's voice sounded, and Ning Fengzhi felt as if he had been hit by an eight-magnitude earthquake, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he was frightened.

Horror and regret flooded into him.

It's over, it's over!This damn devil must know that the dragon charm is on me.

Damn it, the talisman is the treasure of the Holy Lord. He must have the ability to explore the talisman. I should have thought of it earlier.

Ning Fengzhihui's intestines turned green, and his face gradually became distorted.

Sword Douluo's aura became determined, and he was ready to sacrifice his life.

His eyes are firm, and the sword in his heart is as sharp as a sword. He must protect Fengzhi no matter what. He is the hope of Black Hand and the savior of mankind!
Qian Daoliu and Feng Xiaotian stood in the distance in the sky, looking here curiously.

Bibi Dong was nowhere to be seen, and he didn't know when he had fled back to Tiandou City.

The Holy Master spoke, and a white light rushed out of Ning Fengzhi's pocket and was swallowed by the Holy Master.

Qian Daoliu could see clearly that it was a spell wrapped in white light.

It turned out to be a charm, he suddenly realized.

Unexpectedly, Curse Lan's men secretly hid the Holy Lord's treasure. Is Ning Fengzhi harboring evil intentions, or is Curse Lan deliberately hiding it?

He had a thoughtful look on his face.

Curse Lan's face turned livid, he never expected that one of his own would do such a thing, "Okay, okay! You have to accept the punishment for your stupidity!".

Although his face is usually calm and indifferent, it doesn't mean that he won't get angry.

"No, Feng Zhi, leave quickly."

Sword Douluo's expression changed greatly, and he unsheathed his sword, but was stopped in place.

Ning Fengzhi looked horrified, and was controlled by invisible gravity to fly up and hit the sword next to him.

puff-

"do not want!"

Sword Douluo's pupils were split and he was extremely sad, but he still couldn't stop this scene from happening.

No matter how hard his hands were, his bones were broken, but his body remained motionless in the air, watching helplessly as Ning Fengzhi collided with his sword.

In front of him, Ning Fengzhi's mouth was bleeding, his eyes were empty and desperate.

At the last moment of his life, he recalled his life and couldn't help but smile miserably.

As Wallon, I should be considered the most incompetent among all previous Wallongs.

Ha ha!

But he had at least completed one task, and dying here would be considered worthy of his responsibility.

City of the Moon.

Shui Bing'er's little hand wiping the fruit plate trembled, and then tears fell down.

There are countless secret strongholds in various places in Douluo Continent.

The crimson crystal shattered, and all the people in black stood up.

"The second generation of the Black Hand Gang is born, all of them."

The leader looked across and said, "The first generation of black hands, please commit suicide!"

Without any hesitation, the men in black cut off their heart veins, and bright red blood flowed from their facial features.

(End of this chapter)