Douluo's Lotus Fan Douluo

Faced with these tens of thousands of dead creatures, Mu Ran did not hesitate to use the ability of the exquisite jade fan, supplemented by his divine power, to spread the purification throughout the Mingdu.

On the top of an attic in the Mingdu Palace, Mu Ran's toes tapped lightly on the eaves.

Affected by the explosion, the originally beautiful attic had disappeared, leaving only a dilapidated appearance.

Mu Ran just stood among the ruins of the broken wall, with the exquisite jade fan lying in front of him, emitting dazzling green light.

The cold wind blew by, making Muran's robes rustle. Mu Ran flicked his sleeves and raised his hand to inject icy blue divine power into the exquisite jade fan.

Seeing the dream shattered, the arrogant laughter of the mysterious national master, the leader of the Holy Spirit Church, suddenly stopped.

"Who? Who is it? Dare to ruin my good deeds?" The roar with soul power made people's ears hurt.

Seeing that the purification was complete, Mu Ran caught the exquisite jade fan that had shrunk back to normal size, held it in front of her and shook it gently.

The breeze brought by the fan blew up a few strands of Mu Ran's hair, and her thin lips hidden behind the fan lightly opened: "Old man, I'm here!"

Mu Ran relied on his own abilities to attract the hatred of the evil soul masters in the audience.

"Mu Ran!" Zhong Liwu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, shouted, he hated it! What was in my mouth was just gone.

"I heard that Lotus Fan Douluo advanced to the ninety-ninth level some time ago, and even fought with Senior Long Xiaoyao without losing, so it shouldn't be too much for me to lead my men to fight with you!" Zhong Liwu said with a twisted face. .

Mu Ran sneered, "Tsk, tsk, how shameless."

He stretched out his long fingers and waved in the direction of Zhong Liwu: "Come on!"

Provocation, naked provocation!

Zhong Liwu blushed and took off into the sky with his men.

When fighting between titled Douluo, the sky is the best battlefield.

Before Mu Ran took off, he glanced in the direction of Jing Hongchen and Xu Tianran, then looked in the direction of Xishan, and then suddenly jumped into the sky.

Although Mr. Xuan was in Xishan, he also saw the situation at high altitude, but he was not worried and took Huo Yuhao and the others into Xishan.

"Mr. Xuan, is it really okay for Mu Ran to stay there alone?"

"Le Xuan, don't you understand Xiaomu's strength yet? He will be fine, but you guys must remember to tell the truth!"

Zhang Lexuan recalled the blow that Mu Ran helped her seriously injure Xu Tianran. She knew that she was overthinking it and there was no need to worry about me.

High in the sky, two parties are facing each other.

On one side is a group of extremely vicious evil soul masters led by Zhong Liwu, with the lowest strength being Soul Saint and the highest titled Douluo.

Mu Ran was the only one on the other side.

Zhong Liwu's martial spirit is the Death God Demon Puppet, another mutation of the Blood Red Demon Puppet. He is a true Death God Douluo with a strength of level ninety-eight. Although he has not reached level ninety-nine, he can threaten Extreme Douluo when his strength explodes.

I have to say that he is a true genius, but he took a path that he absolutely shouldn't have.

Zhong Liwu's challenge to Mu Ran was not blindly arrogant. He had his own considerations and extraordinary methods. If Mu Ran could really be killed today, it would be a great thing for him. Even if they can't be killed, as long as they can escape intact, they won't lose.

Seeing the serious faces of the group of evil soul masters opposite, Mu Ran's face was calm, but she was complaining in her heart.

I really thought he didn't know what the hell Zhong Liwu was thinking, but unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, everything was just a cloud.

Today, it will definitely not be him, Mu Ran, who cannot sleep forever!

"Lotus Fan Douluo, no one in our group can match your strength, so you have to be gentle."

"Don't worry, I will definitely make you remember it deeply."

Zhong Liwu's face turned dark.

At this time, a shrill phoenix cry came, and in the blink of an eye, a beauty in black dress appeared next to Zhong Liwu. It was Fengling, the deputy leader of the Holy Spirit Cult who stopped Huo Yuhao, Zhong Liwu's wife, Wuhun Evil Phoenix, Ninety A seventh level super Douluo of the power attack system.

Mu Ran didn't care about Fengling's sudden addition and said directly: "Let's get started!"

"Death Demon Puppet!"

"Evil Phoenix!"

The evil spirit masters behind the two also released their martial spirits.

Netherworld Sword, Sky Centipede, Abomination, Ten Thousand Soul Banner, Skeleton King, etc., are all evil spirits.

Mu Ran uses an exquisite jade fan. To deal with the evil soul master, of course he must use an exquisite jade fan!

"Ninth Soul Skill, Nightmare!" The first one to take action was Nightmare Douluo, the eighth elder from the Holy Spirit Cult. He was a level control-type titled Douluo who was good at mental control.

Mu Ran smiled, she couldn't use her mental strength to deal with him, maybe she was looking for the wrong person!

The majestic spiritual power swarmed out and materialized into a colorful ribbon.

"Boom" sound.

The dream that the eighth elder had just weaved was shattered.

The eighth elder clutched his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood. He had suffered internal injuries.

"Lao Ba!" Seeing Lao Ba injured, the Seventh Elder Masked Douluo was a little panicked.

"Why panic? Listen to me and form a formation!"

Many evil soul masters possessed by martial souls lined up in a queue and moved with strange steps.

Mu Ran frowned, feeling a little weird.

It seems that the Holy Spirit Sect is making a big move, but no, we cannot let them succeed.

Mu Ran is not stupid. Taking advantage of the opponent's formation, this is the best moment to attack!

"The eighth soul skill is Exquisite Thousand Faces." (The eighth soul skill is Exquisite Thousand Faces, and the ninth soul skill is Exquisite Thousand Faces. I wrote it wrong once before.)

The exquisite jade fan turned into a sword, and in an instant, countless sword-shaped shadows were suspended behind Mu Ran.

Those shadows were extremely solid and looked like real swords.

Jing Hongchen, who was hiding in a safe place below, was watching the battle. Seeing Mu Ran, the Holy Spirit Cult forming a formation, preparing to attack, he nervously clenched his fists.

If Mu Ran lost this battle, he couldn't imagine what they would face next.

Thousands of swords fired in unison, this was so spectacular, but Mu Ran made a mistake.

The people of the Holy Spirit Cult formed a circle, and the outside of the circle seemed to be covered with a powerful protective shield, which bounced back Mu Ran's attack.

Mu Ran dodged repeatedly to avoid the rebounding attacks.

A thin layer of sweat floated on his forehead, and Mu Ran took a deep breath.

This was the first time he used his own soul skill. Now he finally understood the difficulty of his opponent. The soul skill was really powerful.

However, such powerful soul skills did not shake those evil soul masters.

Mu Ran somewhat understood what was going on. It's not that he is too weak, nor that his opponent is too strong, but that the formation force generated when the formation is formed will prevent the intrusion of external forces, just like a protective umbrella. It cannot be broken until the formation is formed.

The more powerful the formation is, the stronger the protection will be when it is formed. From this point of view, the formation formed by the Holy Spirit Sect is very strong at the moment.

Mu Ran didn't believe in evil and attacked again, but it was still useless.

Within the formation, the evil soul masters formed a circle, with Zhong Liwu and Fengling standing in the center. Their hands also moved flexibly to assist in formation.

The evil soul masters in the outermost circle input their soul power towards the ground. These soul powers were like lines, strangely flowing to the center, like this in every circle.

The soul power gathered in the center and formed a black light group.

Zhong Liwu and Fengling pricked their fingertips, squeezed out a drop of blood and injected it into the light mass.