The Lord of Soul Palace

Chapter 112: The Wrath of the Underworld Reveals Its Edge!The Door of Dead Silence! (Second update, please subscribe!)
The billowing soul power spread over the desert of Zhongzhou Wasteland, covering the entire desert and a large area outside the desert.

"what happened?"

"What a terrifying soul power!"

Dou Huang Dou Zong passing by felt a tremor of soul power and fell from the sky.

"Is this the soul power of the Emperor Realm?"

Feeling the inexhaustible power of the soul, Hun Miesheng was slightly absent-minded.

The soul power of the Emperor Realm is probably a hundred times stronger than that of the Great Perfection in the Heaven Realm!
"Things with the word 'Emperor' on them are really different."

The soul power quickly gathered, looking at the chains of soul power that bound him, the corners of Hun Miesheng's mouth slightly raised.

The soul power of the emperor realm gathers.

A phantom of a thousand-foot-high soul body was formed in the void.

The soul phantom murmured softly.

The weird syllables came out, and they swayed towards the sky and the earth like a wave.

Heaven-level high-level fighting skills!

Huang Quantian is angry!
The [-]-strong army of the soul clan was affected by the sound wave, and most of the people whose soul power was lower than the heavenly realm fainted to death!

People with lower soul power will have their souls shattered and perish.

More than 6000 people died directly under the wrath of Huangquan, and [-] people were seriously injured, including four fighting saints!

Huangquan Yaosheng, the soul force fighting technique created by this half-step Doudi powerhouse in ancient times, has finally revealed its sharp edge!

"break!"

One word export.

The soul power chain of Emperor Huntian shattered inch by inch!
"Emperor realm soul power, how is it possible!"

The wrath of Huangquan's soul force from the emperor's realm forced all his soul power back into his body.

Hun Tiandi's face paled for a moment, and he retreated several tens of feet one after another.

His pupils turned red.

Why?
He has cultivated his soul power for a hundred years and won the chances of countless people before he set foot in the emperor's realm.

And Hun Miesheng entered the Emperor Realm so easily by relying on a broken stone tablet?

Why?
"I should be the destiny, and I will die for this emperor!"

Emperor Huntian felt great unwillingness in his heart, and his main body and soul power crazily attacked Hun Miesheng.

Hun Miesheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled lightly.

"It seems that you are at the end of your rope."

He raised his palm, and the golden thunder ball, the dark water droplets, and the purple-black flame with a golden halo blended together.

He casually threw it at the demented Hun Tiandi.

There was a muffled "bang".

Emperor Huntian flew back with his hair disheveled, a strand of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Half of the injury this time was out of breath.

Hun Tiandi will attack Hun Miesheng again.

A withered hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.

"Elder Taishang?"

Emperor Huntian's fighting spirit surged and knocked the man away.

The withered black-robed old man retreated more than ten feet "thump-thump-thump" before he stabilized his figure.

He took a few breaths and said again and again, "Patriarch calm down, don't get dizzy with anger, Hun Miesheng's current strength is not weaker than the patriarch, there is no point in fighting."

"The [-] elites of my soul clan lost to him, and lost almost one-third of their strength. Do we have to let him go?"

Emperor Huntian couldn't swallow this breath, and his anger surged up.

"Let's let it go, it's naturally impossible, our soul clan is one of the eight ancient clans, no, it should be the five clans now."

The shriveled old man smiled faintly, "If it's not enough to fight alone, we can directly use the means we used to deal with the Stone Clan a few days ago to wipe them out."

While speaking, the withered old man raised his hand.

Black vindictiveness rolled.

A pitch-black stone gate flew out from his palm.

The fighting energy all over the sky was absorbed into the Shimen, and the Shimen turned into a height of thousands of feet in an instant!

The whole body exudes a dark color.

Dead Door!

"Use the door of death silence?"

Emperor Huntian's eyes flickered, and a look of joy appeared on his face, but then he shook his head, "It's just that those three old guys may take some time."

"Compared to the Spirit Clan and the Stone Clan, to obliterate a small soul hall, a real door of death and silence, is enough!"

The withered old man sneered, his figure flew out and stepped into the void.

"Hun Miesheng, I have to say, it's already pretty good that you can force our Soul Race to this point."

"If you hadn't become an enemy of the soul clan, your future would be limitless if you stayed in the soul clan. It's a pity that you chose the wrong path."

"Today, you, as well as the entire Hall of Souls, must disappear from this world forever."

The shriveled old man laughed strangely.

Hun Miesheng looked at the huge black door, his expression slightly moved.

The door of death?

This thing should be regarded as the soul clan's means of suppressing the bottom of the box.

The Soul Clan once wanted to use this thing against the Gu, Lei, and Yan Clans.

But he didn't expect that one of the gates of death and silence was just given to Xiao Yan by Hun Yuantian's idiot, but it failed to form an formation, and it didn't play much use.

He suddenly wanted to know, what is the use of this thing.

If I remember correctly, the gate through which the woman in Yunmeng Swamp entered seemed to be filled with terrifying death.

Even the death aura above it is three points better than the door of death and silence.

Maybe it's related.

"Just because you broke the door?"

"And your mere Eight-Star Fighting Saint?"

Hun Miesheng folded his hands on his chest and smiled lightly.

"My Eight-Star Fighting Saint is really not very good."

"However, whether this is a broken door, you will know when you try it!"

The hoarse and deep voice echoed in the space, and the withered old man pointed at the door of dead silence!
The majestic battle energy frantically poured into the gate of death, and the world seemed to be dark.

Soul Miesheng could clearly feel that a breath of death and silence circulated between the heaven and the earth.

The vitality in the body seems to be slowly beginning to pass away.

His brows were slightly frowned, and the one-yuan heavy water turned into a mirror screen to block out the wisps of dead energy in the space.

The mirror screen trembled slightly.

This is the power of the rules of life and death!
"Come out, undead of hell!"

The withered old man opened his hands and shouted hoarsely.

Then, inside the dark and deep gate, countless ghosts and ghosts frantically gushed out, covering the world in just a few breaths.

Here, it seems to be trapped in eternal night.

Even Hun Miesheng couldn't help but take a deep breath.

With so many ghosts, how many people have to be killed to get them?
million?

Ten million?

or more?

As if seeing the shock of Hun Miesheng, the emaciated soul elder licked his pale lips.

"The Spirit Clan, the Stone Clan, and those who have dared to resist my Soul Clan forces for thousands of years are all here."

"Being able to die under such treatment can be regarded as your lucky three lives."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

The Supreme Elder's eyes devoured blood, and he pointed at Hun Miesheng and the entire space of the Soul Palace.

"Go, devour him and this space!"

The endless ghosts let out a whining roar, overwhelmingly rushed towards Soul Miesheng and the space of the Soul Palace behind him.

The dense ghosts are outrageous!
Hun Miesheng's face darkened slightly.

The strength of these ghosts cannot be said to be strong, from ordinary fighters to fighters, there are almost all of them.

There are dozens of high-level ghost kings at the fighting saint level, most of them are low-star fighting saints, except for one eight-star ghost king and four seven-star ghost kings.

It's not difficult to deal with them with his current strength, but the horror lies in the number, millions, tens of millions of ghosts, he can't stop them with just one person.

"Looks like I'm going to try my best."

Hun Miesheng exhaled lightly, and one yuan of heavy water, thunder spirit, and fire source floated around his body.

It is necessary to display the three-polar field again.

A bare hand suddenly tugged on his sleeve robe.

"Maybe, I can deal with these things."

　The second update!Finally not late!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)