Douluo: I am going to be invincible

Qianyang and Ye Fengtian followed Demon Bear Douluo into the Star Forest and walked straight towards a certain place.

Demon Bear Douluo had a deep impression of that place, so he didn't waste much time. It only took them three days to reach their destination.

Ye Fengtian is the fifth priest of Wuhun Palace. His soul power level is level 96, which is not very outstanding among all the priests.

Because if you want to become an enshrinement in the Spirit Hall, your soul power level must exceed level 95, which means that the seven lowest soul level enshrinements are also only level 96.

So why are Ye Fengtian and Liuqi Shifeng ranked above them both, both at level 96?

The problem lies in his martial soul soul-killing knife.

In addition to having an extremely sharp sword, his martial spirit also has the ability to damage the soul.

With this powerful ability, even Liu Zongfeng and Qi Zongfeng, who also have top-level weapon souls, cannot beat Ye Fengtian at the same level.

And he also relied on this ability to transform into a swordsman Shura who was talked about by everyone in the soul master world.

Every soul master killed by his soul-killing knife will suffer from the mutilation of his soul day and night.

Because some of the souls in their bodies were cut off by the unique ability of the soul-killing knife.

The kind of pain that goes deep into the bone marrow can make every strong man cry late at night, and even the strongest man can't help but cry out.

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As they walked, Qianyang couldn't help but ask Demon Bear Douluo: "Uncle Xiong, how long will it take before we can reach the territory of that spiritual soul beast?"

Demon Bear Douluo said: "Your Highness, we should be there in half a day's walk."

Qianyang nodded, and then couldn't help but ask.

"Uncle Xiong, do you still remember what kind of soul beast it is?"

Demon Bear Douluo shook his head, "I don't know. At that time, I just felt an extremely strong and majestic spiritual pressure and did not see any soul beasts."

"That mental pressure... I am still deeply impressed by it. It's like a mortal meeting the emperor. At that time, I didn't even have the courage to escape. I just wanted to kneel down and worship deep in the forest."

"Although I was just a Soul Saint at that time, I still have lingering fears when I think about that experience."

Ye Fengtian listened to Demon Bear Douluo's narration and said calmly: "Now that you have said that, I have some ideas."

"I don't know if that's what I thought. If so, it would be really difficult."

Qianyang looked at Ye Fengtian's indifferent expression, but it didn't look like he was "a bit difficult to handle".

We walked like this for another long time.

Demon Bear Douluo suddenly turned serious, "We're here."

"The last time I was frightened by a sudden mental pressure was here, I will never forget it even though nearly 20 years have passed."

Qianyang looked at Ye Fengtian, as if everything depends on you, come on, Pikachu.

Ye Fengtian nodded.

The spiritual power of a titled Douluo level spread out from him.

Soon, an angry beast roar came from the front, as if to warn Qian Yang and his party who broke into his territory.

This beast's roar does not sound very loud, but it is mixed with extremely powerful spiritual power.

When Qianyang heard the beast's roar, he clearly felt the pressure in it. It was exactly what Demon Bear Douluo said, it was as pressure as an emperor.

The next moment, Qianyang and the others saw the owner of this beast roar.

This is a white lion, and every one of its manes is extremely white and soft, without a trace of mottled color, as soft as if it was made of Rejoice.

This white lion was not big in size, but its pair of lion eyes were as deep blue as gemstones, exuding a strange luster. Qianyang looked at it for a few times and felt that his whole mind was almost immersed in it.

This white lion raised its head like a lion king and glared at Qianyang and the others. At this time, Qianyang and the others heard a strange human voice in their minds.

"Humans, get out of here, this is no place where you soul masters can set foot!"

Upon hearing this voice, Qian Yang and Demon Bear Douluo were both startled.

"Speak? Could it be that it is a 10-year-old soul beast?"

Ye Fengtian shook his head, "No, although some soul beasts with noble blood can speak before they become 10-year-old soul beasts, this lion can't. It just transmits its thoughts directly through its powerful mental power. In our heads.”

Qianyang asked him: "Mr. Ye, do you recognize this lion? What kind of spirit beast is it?"

Ye Fengtian said: "Well, I do know that it should be a mutated soul beast."

"He was originally supposed to be a Scarlet Gold Emperor Flame Lion, but there will be one mutated Scarlet Gold Emperor Flame Lion for every one million lions of this kind."

"And this mutated red gold Emperor Flame Lion has a new name, the Emperor's Mindful Lion."

"This is a very thorough mutation. The original red gold emperor flame lions were huge in size, and their manes were also red gold. They stepped on flames and spit out golden light from their mouths. However, the mutated emperor's mind lions are different from them. completely different."

"This is what I see before me. My body size has shrunk dramatically and my hair has all turned white."

"At the same time, the flame ability disappears, and what is replaced is pure spiritual power."

Qian Yang continued to ask, "Then what year is this lion about?"

"It should be more than 8 years ago, less than 9 years ago. Your Highness the Holy Son, you are sure to absorb its soul ring. To be honest, I don't think you have this ability."

Ye Fengtian said calmly, not afraid of losing Qianyang's face at all.

Of course, Qianyang didn't care. He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Ye, I have the means."

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The Emperor's Mindful Lion looked at the three human beings in front of him. Not only did they not leave, but they started chatting here, and they also wanted its soul ring.

It couldn't help but roar again, and its majestic spiritual power turned into a physical entity, sweeping towards the three of them like a wave.

Ye Fengtian looked at this terrifying spiritual wave without changing his expression. There was a flash of blood on his body, and a mottled broadsword that seemed to be covered with dark red rust appeared in his hand.

Qian Yang took a closer look and saw that this was not rust, it was clearly dried blood!

The soul-killing knife is indeed full of violence!

The next moment, Ye Fengtian raised his soul-killing knife and waved it at the wave of spiritual power that swept over him.

No sound was made, but Qianyang could clearly see that the wave composed of spiritual power was split in half by Ye Fengtian in an instant!

Seeing Ye Fengtian holding the soul-killing knife in one hand and holding the other behind his back, Qianyang sighed with emotion at how pretentious he was.

It would be nice if his fighting style was so handsome. After all, what's the use of being handsome? He didn't want to just be a vase...

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