Douluo's New Divine Court

Baihu Mountain became deathly silent, and all the people looked at Yang Dong in the ghost barrier in fear, not even daring to take a breath.

If someone had told them an hour ago that the White Tiger Sect and the Fire Leopard Sect were no match for that thug, they would not only arrest and beat the person who said it, but also depose him.

But now, most of the senior officials of the White Tiger Sect are dead. Although the situation of the Fire Leopard Sect is much better, two of the three most important combat forces are dead, and their vitality is also severely damaged.

The White Tiger School is over, and the Fire Leopard School is also over.

For so many years, the White Tiger Sect and the Fire Leopard Sect have been domineering in the Star Luo Empire, and they have offended not a few people. If people know the current situation of the White Tiger Sect, then what awaits them will be a catastrophe.

"Cough cough."

Yang Dong couldn't stand the silent atmosphere in front of him. A smile that he thought was gentle appeared on his face that was a little pale due to the consumption of soul power. But in the eyes of others, it should be called a devil's smile.

"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of here!"

As Yang Dong's voice fell, these people in Baihu Mountain seemed to wake up from a dream, each running faster than the other, wishing they could grow two more legs.

There was no other way, Yang Dong killed two high-level officials of the sect with one move, leaving an indelible shadow in their hearts.

If they were to be enemies with Yang Dong, they would rather die directly.

In a short time, there were only a few people left in the Nuoda White Tiger Sect.

The barrier between ghosts and gods slowly dissipated without the support of Yang Dong's soul power, and only the disappeared hall proved that a big battle had just occurred.

"Why don't you leave?"

Yang Dong walked slowly to an old man and said with a hint of indifference on his face.

The old man has the strength of a soul king. At this time, the old man is sitting aside, leaning on a lamp, facing Yang Dong's question, turning his head slightly to look at Yang Dong.

"Go? Where are you going? Old man, I was born and raised in the White Tiger Sect, so I will die in the White Tiger Sect naturally if I die. If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you."

The old man tried his best to open his eyes, trying to write down Yang Dong's appearance. As for whether it would be useful to write it down, he didn't think about it.

"Ah……"

Yang Dong smiled sarcastically when he heard this, and was no longer interested in making a move on the old man in front of him.

Someone will take action for him, the real suffering of the White Tiger Sect is far from coming.

The old man watched Yang Dong leave, and when Yang Dong was about to disappear in front of his eyes, he finally couldn't help but yelled.

"Tell me who you are?"

Since the founding of the White Tiger School, there has been a great humiliation, that is, White Tiger Douluo was beaten to death alive by Haotian Douluo, and he had to apologize to the people of Haotian School afterwards.

Because that scary guy is still so scary.

And now, it's the second shame.

Compared with the first time, the degree of shame this time will not be much lower.The top management of their own family was taken over by someone, but they, the disciples of the White Tiger Sect, didn't even know the opponent's name.

Yang Dong's forward steps paused slightly, and he said without looking back: "Wind Sword Sect, Yang Dong."

"Yang Dong, cough, cough, cough, Yang Dong, hahaha, hahaha..."

The old man repeatedly chanted Yang Dong's name, and tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.

He finally understood why the person in front of him looked familiar.

Wasn't the portrait that I saw in Dai Zhong's room the person's?

Apparently, Dai Zhong had already died in this son's hands.

"Cough cough,"

"Twenty years old,"

"Twenty-year-old Soul Saint, our White Tiger Sect may never have peace!"

…………

Yang Dong didn't care much about the remaining people in Baihu Mountain. After saying that, these orphans of the Baihu Sect would only have more difficulties after Dai Zheng came to power.

After seeing the power of the seventh soul skill, Yang Dong became more confident about returning to Fengjian Sect.

"The seventh ghost god, Horashi, has met Lord Soul Slayer."

After Yang Dong used the seventh soul skill, Buraxiu, who had been sleeping all this time, could finally open his eyes and look at this novel world curiously.

"kindness?"

Yang Dong's forward pace stopped, and his eyes fell on the seventh soul ring. Just now, there was a fluctuation from the soul ring.

"Master Soul Slayer, concentrate your mental power on this so-called soul ring, and you will be able to see me."

Yang Dong concentrated his mental power on the seventh soul ring according to the method that Bharaxiu said, and sure enough he saw a figure.Beside this figure, there is a kind of energy that Yang Dong can't understand, which is being continuously absorbed by Bharaxiu.

"Hello, Lord Soul Slaughter. I am the Seventh Ghost God Horashu."

Feeling Yang Dong's arrival, Bilaxiu said hello again.

"That, Brash, why do you live in my soul ring?"

Yang Dong hesitated for a moment and asked. Although the figure in front of him was very respectful to him, Yang Dong did not dare to let down his guard. He had to at least understand the origin of this person.

"My lord, you don't have to worry about me harming you. I am one with you. If you die, I will fall into a permanent deep sleep. If I am so lucky to wake up like this time, it will probably only happen this time."

As a barracuda that feeds on human negative emotions, it took one look at Yang Dong and understood what Yang Dong was worried about.

"Forehead……"

It's embarrassing to be seen through.

"Your martial spirit, Ghost Hand, is not an ordinary martial spirit. It is neither alive nor dead, and gods hate ghosts. It is an honor for me to sign a master-servant contract with such a being."

"And it is your martial soul now, even if I want to harm you, I can't do it."

"I won't say much about the extra words. As the future Dark Lord, you should cultivate your own ghosts and gods. You will fill in the vacancies of the first to sixth ghosts and gods."

Bulaxiu's voice echoed in Yang Dong's mind, and at the same time a skill called ghost contract appeared in Yang Dong's mind.

Sign a ghost contract with a powerful creature with dark attributes, and the creature that gets the contract will have the possibility of infinitely improving its strength. A ghost formation can only contract one ghost.

The most perverted point is that the existence that has signed the contract with ghosts and gods will continue to feed back the cultivation base to the host.

That is to say, if Yang Dong has contracted many ghosts and gods, even if he does not practice, his strength will continue to grow, and this kind of growth will not cause any future troubles.

"Well, Bilaxiu. Why don't I feel the cultivation you have given me back?"

Hearing Yang Dong's question, Buraxiu froze for a moment.

"Lord Soul Killer, I just woke up from my deep sleep not long ago. I am very weak and have no energy left to support your cultivation."

Ok.

Yang Dong sneered, "You recover, recover as soon as possible. I will wait for you to do a big event soon."

Brash: "Sir, are we going to devour the gods? I felt a lot of the breath of the gods the moment I just woke up."

Yang Dong: ………

I haven't lived enough.

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