I'm in Douluo Cultivation

Before Chu Ming could turn his head, he felt a strong gust of wind blowing towards him, and then he flew backwards.

Unable to hold it back, Chu Ming let out a loud cry and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. Feeling his broken body, Chu Ming tried to use his soul power.

"Cannot use soul power"

Holding back the pain in his body, Chu Ming saw the unconscious Dingshan people behind him, and a rising blood mist in the distance made Chu Ming stare at the dark red figure in front of him, his eyes as if All sprayed out.

These are all the elites in his hands. They are all soul masters at the lowest level of forty. In order to gather together these more than a hundred guards, Chu Ming spent an unknown amount of money over the years, and now this mysterious figure With one blow, everything disappeared.

Chu Ming wanted to rush forward and kill him immediately, but now he couldn't even operate his soul power.

"Who are you"

Chu Ming tried his best to hold himself up from falling, and asked with great effort.

But the dark red figure obviously didn't want to pay attention to him, and Chu Ming could only vaguely hear that he was late...

Then he suddenly felt his whole body relax, and the lost soul power returned.

"Are you from the Elder's Hall Qian Daoliu?"

Chu Ming, who slowly began to recover, was still confused from beginning to end.

The mysterious man suddenly appeared, with tyrannical strength, and almost destroyed his entire army with one casual blow, but then left suddenly. Chu Ming could not say anything except looking at the land stained red with blood.

"Fortunately, he's still alive."

After Chu Ming recovered, he hurriedly checked the injuries of the people around him. Of course, those who had been blasted into blood mist were not checked. Only the soul saints behind him seemed to be alive.

Limping to their side, Chu Ming could not help but have red eyes. Seeing these brothers who had followed him for many years, now passed out in front of him, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

The setting sun shines on the outer walls of Notting City, reflecting this unusual small town.

"Xiao Ren, go and return the carriage. We will go back first."

Wang Ying stretched out his arms. Although he did not obtain the soul ring, the bumps along the way also made him feel very tired.

"Principal, let me go with Xiaoren."

"I didn't get a soul ring for you this time, which has already delayed your cultivation. Why are you still running around? Come back with me to check the information."

The master was obviously very dissatisfied with this half-finished soul hunting operation, thinking that it had slowed down Tang San's cultivation speed, so he wanted to drag Tang San to choose a suitable second soul ring for him again.

Tang Ren glanced at Gu Liang, who was still sitting on the carriage, and wished he could go alone. Gu Liang also said that he wanted to show him his own team, so Tang Ren naturally didn't want to be followed.

"Master, principal, third brother, then I'm leaving."

Before Tang San could explain, Tang Ren asked Gu Liang to drive the carriage and leave, which made Tang San a little embarrassed.

Wang Ying also patted Tang San on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Xiao San, don't worry, your cousin is much more powerful than you think. Let's go, let's go."

.....

Gu Liang, who was driving the carriage, was telling Tang Ren about his achievements during this period.

"Xiao Ren, your inner demon seal is quite useful. But except for me, we are all three-ring soul sects. If we think about it, we can only develop it in some small towns. It will be difficult to achieve success."

Tang Ren also frowned.

"Let's go take a look today and talk about it when we get there."

"also."

The carriage gradually disappeared into the noisy streets. Little did they know that a big gift would be delivered to their door soon.