The odd number of Douluo

Chapter 531 Bad News and Good News

"How about the casualties?"

The sky is getting brighter, and the eastern sky has already turned pale, connecting with the blue-gray sky.

The area devastated by the battlefield reached hundreds of square kilometers. Many of the surrounding mountains were forcibly razed to the ground, and the collapsed rocks and broken trees were buried together.

A road several kilometers wide was forcibly opened next to Lingyun Pass, which used to be the dangerous pass of Tiandou, making the connection between the north and the south even closer.

"A lot of people were injured, everyone had more or less injuries, and there was one person on each side of the fallen strong."

"On our side is an elder of the Clear Sky School. He saw a Titled Douluo who attacked the Clear Sky School during the Great Change of the Clear Sky School in the Spirit Hall team, and chased him like crazy. He was the one who killed the fallen Titled Douluo in Wuhun Hall, but... he was also deeply surrounded and fell."

"As for the others, whether it's on our side or the Title Douluo on the opposite side, although they are all jealous when they meet, they haven't gone crazy to that point. Everyone is worried about the battle on your side. Although the battle is fierce, it hasn't reached that level yet. The point of a fight to the death."

Standing next to Zhao Xuan was Ning Fengzhi, who was originally gentle and elegant, looked a little embarrassed at the moment, after experiencing a scuffle between dozens of titled Douluo, he played a very important role as an auxiliary soul master. No wonder it's not embarrassing.

"Has the elder's body been found?"

"Well, Xiaotian Douluo has already gone to make arrangements, and the other titled Douluo who were seriously injured were taken to the rear to recuperate."

"That's good, war..."

Zhao Xuan sighed leisurely, the crimson morning glow was reflected in his eyes, today's morning glow seemed to be stained with blood, it looked unusually red.

……

A month later.

"What? Another city was slaughtered! Is Wuhundian trying to risk the disgrace of the world?"

Xue Beng burst out in shock and anger, his eyes full of anger stared at the guard who was sweating profusely in front of him, and he clenched his fists on the table tightly, his veins were exposed.

The room was terribly quiet for a moment. Although Xue Beng had inherited the throne not long ago, the aura on his body was not something a small guard could bear.

After a while, Xue Beng gradually regained his composure, but his face was terribly cold.

"Bring it up!"

"Yes!"

As if being pardoned, the guard hurriedly presented the letter in his hand to Xue Beng.

Xue Beng quickly took it, and after scanning the information on the letter, the anger in his chest surged up again.

This is the fourth city, this is the fourth city, the Wuhun Palace is really deceptive!

"You, quickly invite Lei Douluo and the head of the Tang Sect to come over."

"Yes!"

……

Not long after, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door, Xue Beng's face suddenly became serious, he straightened his clothes and stood up to meet him.

"Lei Douluo, Tang Sect Master."

Looking at the two people who walked in from the door, Xue Beng looked very respectful, and he really had nothing to be proud of when facing the two people in front of him.

"Why call us in such a hurry? Don't you know that every minute and every second is important to us now?"

Compared to the gentle Tang San, Zhao Xuan obviously didn't have a good attitude towards this, and his tone was very harsh.

These days, he has gradually touched the bottleneck, and has been groping for his own way forward, looking for his own way to become a god, but the road to become a god is obviously not so easy, otherwise it is impossible for there to be only so few people from ancient times to the present Achieving the god position.

However, he has been anxious for a long time without any clue.

Seeing Zhao Xuan who exploded like a keg of explosives, Xue Beng shook his head helplessly, and looked at Tang San for help.

Tang San laughed, and pulled Zhao Xuan's shirt behind his back.

"Tch, hurry up and tell me what's the matter."

Zhao Xuan found a stool nearby and sat down, looking slightly up at Xue Beng.

Xue Beng hastily handed the already prepared letters to Zhao Xuan and Tang San, and the two each took a few copies and read them.

As the words on the letter came into view, Zhao Xuan and Tang San's expressions gradually changed. They exchanged glances at each other, exchanged a quick glance at the letter in their hands, and then looked up at Xue Beng.

"When did this happen?" Zhao Xuan asked.

"The first was half a month ago, and the most recent one was the day before yesterday."

"Half a month, four cities! A total of 60 lives, Xue Beng, what are you doing!"

Zhao Xuan stared at Xue Beng and said coldly, the inadvertent anger made Xue Beng stiff. Although he was a noble man, his cultivation base was not very high, so it was naturally difficult for him to bear the mental pressure of a strong man close to God.

Soon, a gentle energy enveloped Xue Beng, isolating Zhao Xuan's inadvertently released mental pressure, and Xue Beng immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

And Tang San looked at Zhao Xuan, frowned and said: "Zhao Xuan, if the situation is not urgent, I don't think Xue Beng will let us go out."

The coldness on Zhao Xuan's face gradually faded, he squeezed the center of his eyebrows with some headaches and said to Xue Beng, "Sorry."

"It's ok."

Xue Beng shook his head. He also knew that under the current situation, it was not him who was under the greatest pressure, but the two strongest fighters on the side of the coalition in front of him.

Picking up the letter again to look at it, Zhao Xuan narrowed his eyes, and then said to Tang San: "Who do you think did this?"

Tang San looked carefully at the letter in his hand, and then slowly uttered a name: "God of Death."

A large amount of strange black energy filled the city, and then everyone died as if they had lost their souls. Except for the God of Death, he couldn't think of anyone else with this ability.

The name Tang San said coincided with what Zhao Xuan thought in his heart, he sneered and said: "It seems that this God of Death is really scared this time, and wants to rely on killing to improve his strength quickly, but he dares to attack The city of Tiandou can be considered courageous."

"Do not."

Xue Beng interrupted Zhao Xuan at this time, and he said: "In fact, this kind of information came from Xingluo's side. During the period of time in the middle, Tiandou's side didn't actually suffer any attacks, but the one on Xingluo's side After the strong man made a move, that one extended his claws to Tiandou again."

"You mean it's not just these people who actually suffered?"

Xue Beng froze for a moment, then sighed: "That's right, if Xingluo's side is added, the number of victims may have reached a million."

"boom!"

The surging aura spread from him, and the whole room was shaking, but this time the person who got angry was not Zhao Xuan but Tang San.

"Little San, calm down, calm down."

While Zhao Xuan was angry, he also patted Tang San's shoulder dumbfoundedly, and even comforted me, you can't help it yourself.

Under this aura, Xue Beng was drifting like duckweed, he forced a smile and looked at the two people in front of him, saying that being with a king is like being with a tiger, and being with such a strong man is much more dangerous than a tiger.

"By the way, who is the Xingluo strong man you are talking about?"

While comforting Tang San, Zhao Xuan also asked.

Xue Beng quickly took out a letter from the table behind him and handed it to Zhao Xuan and Tang San.

Zhao Xuan took it and found that the beeswax on the envelope hadn't been opened yet, and it was written on it by everyone from Shrek, and it was signed by Dai Mubai.

Zhao Xuan looked at Xue Beng, Xue Beng hurriedly said: "This is just arrived, that strong man is that Prince Xingluo."

Hearing Prince Xingluo's words, Tang San on the side also leaned over to look at it, unwrapped the beeswax, took out the letter paper, the faces of Zhao Xuan and Tang San gradually became pleasantly surprised.

"Mubai and Zhuqing also inherit the god position?!" Tang San smiled on his slightly cold face.

But Zhao Xuan looked at the letter paper thoughtfully, so it turned out that this is the case, he did not expect that the Dai family was the direct descendant of the God of War lineage, and the ancestor who had sensed in Dai's family turned out to be the incarnation of the God of War spirit!
Zhao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, this way Mubai and Zhuqing don't have to worry, the trouble still lies with the Heaven Dou Empire.

"How did you handle that?"

Zhao Xuan turned to Xue Beng and asked, Xue Beng's expression seemed a little dull, as if he was immersed in some shocking news. Hearing this, he quickly reacted, and said: "I have sent many Title Douluo, but none of them After finding the trace of that person, there is no other way, please leave the customs."

Zhao Xuan nodded, he understood Xue Beng, and asked Tang San again: "Little San, what do you think?"

Who knows, Tang San hesitated a little, paused and said: "Zhao Xuan, actually..."

(End of this chapter)