[Wen Ye＋Douluo] Human Design Delusion

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Even though he was the Soul King, the black-robed old man couldn't help but feel chills in his heart after witnessing the young man killing the Soul Sect.

Originally, he just followed the notorious Elephant Armor Sect soul master to have a fight, but he never thought that the soul sect would fall on the young boy, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back, so he hesitated in his heart.

Suddenly, the old man dug his skinny fingers into the trunk of the tree, and the old man seemed to have thought of something——

Soul bone.

The old man in black robes suddenly became short of breath. There was a high probability that the young man had a spiritual head soul bone.

Among the soul bones, the head soul bone is the most treasured and the most powerful. It is a priceless and priceless supreme treasure.Even though he was the dean of the Soul Master Academy, he only got a left arm bone in decades.

A voice began to scream in his head about his desire - kill him, kill him!

Repeat brainwashing in your ears over and over again.

In the end, greed defeated reason.

Murderous intent is revealed.

The old man released his martial spirit at an extremely fast speed, and the five soul rings were yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black. The last black soul ring was lit instantly, and the black mist-like martial spirit rushed towards the young man like an arrow from a string. past.

The old man had a ferocious face and mobilized nearly half of his soul power to focus on his fifth soul skill.

Must, kill with one strike!

We must not let the opponent seize the opportunity to activate the soul bone and crush his head directly!

The black mist approached the young man, and the distance between the two instantly shortened to ten meters. A light golden light flashed past, and three soul rings of yellow, yellow, and purple appeared quickly. What surprised the old man in black was that the young man actually After activating the first yellow soul ring, was he in a panic or did he do it on purpose?

Suddenly, a strange aura invaded his whole body, as if he had been completely seen through.

The feeling was very disturbing. The old man in black robe had a stern look on his face, knowing that he could not delay it any longer!

The human-shaped object formed by the black mist stretched out its black fingers like dead branches, and was only half a meter away from touching the boy. In full view of everyone, the black mist man paused for a second, and then shattered on the spot.

"what?!"

The black-robed old man's pupils tightened, and after a breath, the disintegrated martial soul reappeared.

Three seconds were enough for the young man to use his second soul skill and control the ferocious black beast to attack the black-robed old man. The former's already pale face became even more ugly.

The old man in black robe controlled his martial spirit to easily break through the black beast's attack, laughing crazily.

"Soul bone, soul bone, hahaha!"

He actually extended his sharp claws directly to the young man's head and wanted to "peel" the soul bone from the young man's body. His expression was crazily twisted and too ugly.

The young man who called himself White Owl seemed to have given up resistance and had no intention of fighting back.

Followed by.

puff-

"Well!"

There was a sound like something being thrown to the ground casually, and the blood was pouring out as if there was no brake. The sound was neither loud nor quiet, and it was particularly prominent in the silent woods.

The old man in black robe suddenly felt that his eyes were dry, and when he met the eyes of the man in front of him, he found that the other man was unharmed.

Looking down, he saw a hand passing through his chest. The huge blood hole gurgled with sticky red liquid, and the pieces of flesh that were still beating weakly were thrown at his feet like disgusting garbage.

The man behind him withdrew his hand, and the old man in black robe lost his support and fell down immediately.

It fell to the ground like mud.

Before his eyes lost consciousness and turned cloudy gray, he saw the person who killed him——

The tall and thin man was wrapped in darkness, standing there looking ghostly.

Yuan Yi relaxed. After canceling the soul skill, the weakness buff and the sequelae of suicide appeared together. An indistinguishable figure caught his limp body.

"Poisonous mushrooms! Blue Silver Grass!"

The delirious boy shouted, and even wanted to rummage under the roots of the tree for something poisonous that could be stuffed into his mouth.

The ghost held him tightly in his arms to prevent him from continuing to fall ill.

Finally stopped.

"Next time, don't be willful."

A hoarse and erratic voice came from under the hood.

Ghost Douluo, ghost.

After recovering, Yuan Yi snuggled into the ghost's arms and unconsciously said coquettishly: "Grandpa Ghost..."

"You are right. I can't worry about you. You are treacherous and cunning." Ghost's tone was as dull as usual, even too plain. Those two words made Yuan Yi chuckle.

"I just knew you were here, so I was bold." Before he could finish his words, he coughed.

The ghost hugged Yuan Yi and sat next to the tree trunk, saying, "Is that the tiger cub you picked up?"

"Yes...cough, cough!"

The little tiger with black stripes on a white background ran over and burrowed into Yuan Yi's arms.

Yuan Yi took the sheep and put it next to him. After smelling the familiar scent, the tiger cub rolled himself into a stuffed ball, twisted it to Yuan Yi's hand, and immediately stopped making trouble.

The ghost patted Yuan Yi on the back to help him calm down, and said in a cold and serious voice:

"Don't let this happen next time. You can't take such a risk whether I'm here or not."

"Okay."

Children know how to act coquettishly best. After all, children who grow up watching them will inevitably become soft-hearted.

Apart from Hu Liena, the child he and Yueguan loved most was this child. Due to the gender difference and personality of the former, when he grew up, he no longer got along with them as closely as he did when he was a child. Yuan Yi really grew up under their noses. children.

Coming from Wuhun Hall, I heard the unknown noise and arrived at Yuan Yi's side without thinking.

From a distance, he saw the old man's soul bone heading straight for his head. The ghost was so angry that it picked off his heart.

There was also a corpse of an Elephant Armor Sect lying on the ground, and Gui Mei immediately realized that this was not a simple matter.

But...this person is Yuan Yi.

Even if he noticed some small movements, he turned a blind eye and let them go.

The ghost continued: "You don't have to worry about these two people anymore, so as not to cause more trouble."

In other words-

Don't worry, I'll take care of the aftermath.

"Grandpa Ghost is so nice!"

"..." Seeing him regain his lively appearance, Gui Mei showed a hint of helplessness.He just happened to arrive. If he had been later, the rogue monkey might not be able to laugh anymore.

"You don't know who made you fall into this kind of fearless virtue."

Yuan Yi slumped his shoulders and leaned limply against the person behind him, "It's you."

"And Grandpa Yue."

Ghost: "Don't be ashamed."

The two chatted, and five minutes passed quickly, and the weak limbs finally regained their feeling.

Yuan Yi's physical condition was indeed not very good, and Gui Mei noticed it, "Let me check it out."

The ghost's fingertips were always a little cold, and they were placed on the neck. They were gradually synchronized with Yuan Yi's body temperature. He paused and then said: "The soul power is suffocating."

When Yuan Yi entered the Star Forest, the ghost was not there. After listening to Yue Guan's retelling, he understood the whole story, but when he truly felt the chaotic soul power in Yuan Yi's body, he still frowned and fell silent.

My Majesty... I was a little too hasty.

Now the situation can no longer wait for Yuan Yi to recover on his own. Injuries are being added to injuries and cannot be delayed any longer.

He told Yuan Yi: "Pay attention to your breathing."

Then he pulled out a trace of soul power and led it into Yuan Yi's body.

"Well!"

The cold soul power shuttled through the body like a snake, and cold sweat suddenly flowed down. The soul power clusters condensed in various parts of the body were forced away by the overbearing soul power, and the pain made the teeth tremble.

Although Gui Mei intends to restrain the aura of the titled Douluo, Yuan Yi doesn't feel comfortable either.

"puff!"

Yuan Yi spat out a mouthful of blood.

Feeling as weak as if all his bones had been taken away, he immediately crossed his knees and adjusted his breath.

……

Slowly opening his eyes, it felt like a lifetime ago, and he exhaled a long breath, "Huh——"

"how."

"much better."

The ghost nodded slightly, then fell silent.It is not difficult for Mian Xia to break away from the suffocation of soul power, and he can even use gentler methods to help Yuan Yi. However, the Pope Mian Xia did not move. Gui Mei understood that it was for the sake of the overall situation and to reduce flaws.

Can……

"Grandpa Ghost."

Yuan Yi's soft call drew Gui Mei's attention back. His face was still a little pale, and he was smiling at himself. Gui Mei subconsciously moved the corners of his mouth and showed him a stiff and different smile.

But he forgot that his face was covered with a layer of black mist, and others could not see his facial features clearly.

Yuan Yi staggered and was still recovering. He swayed his body and walked to the body of the old man in black robes, picking up a dark bone.

The small arm bones are full of light and extraordinary.

The young man brought it back happily: "Grandpa Ghost, the left arm soul bone. Here it is, okay?"

Like offering a treasure.

It seemed as if what he was holding in his hand was not a soul bone, but an ordinary thing that could be seen everywhere.

……

Heart beats like a drum.

The ghost stood there, his scalp numb, as silent as a statue.

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, like rough sandpaper rubbing against each other: "Give it to me?"

"Give you."

"If they hadn't had evil intentions, they wouldn't have provoked me. This soul bone is an unexpected gain."

Yuan Yi took the ghost's hand, stuffed the soul bone into the opponent's palm, and urged him to absorb it.

"..."

The soul bone in the palm of his hand was so hot that the ghost wanted to shrink his hand, so he could only freeze in place.

My heart feels hot.

"Why give it to me?"

Having seen so many people fighting for their soul bones, Gui Mei didn't believe that any soul master would give up his soul bones.

Or... he wanted me to help him keep this secret... a bribe.

"you……"

"Because Grandpa Ghost saved me." Yuan Yi pursed his lips and smiled, looking very well-behaved, "There is no special reason, just give it if you want."

"You gave me many good things in the past. This is considered a loan of flowers to offer to Buddha, and I will treat it as a gift in return."

The ghost suddenly felt itchy in his throat, and a strange feeling kept rubbing his heart.

Heart beating fast.

"Grandpa Ghost, do you want it or not? Just give it to Grandpa Yue. Anyway, he likes whatever I give him."

Haraichi muttered.

"I don't want it...nor Yueguan."

"I don't want it," he repeated.

Yuan Yi seemed a little confused, "Why..."

The ghost turned his head suddenly, and not far away, a sharp eagle chirped across the sky, approaching at an extremely fast speed. The martial spirit was Saint Flanders.

The ghost stuffed the soul bone into Yuan Yi's lapel and moved his lips: "Put it away carefully."

"This is impossible."

The ghost deliberately turned up the volume.

Immediately, a palm wind blew Yuan Yi away, and then a huge amount of soul power gathered in the palm of his hand. It was quite powerful and went straight towards Yuan Yi to attack.

"Wow—"

Flanders swooped down, folded his wings, his seventh soul ring lit up, and his martial soul's true form appeared. He forcibly blocked the white owl with his super physical strength, and took over the move, but the gap between the two sides was too big. Rand gritted his teeth and resisted, his feet very unsteady, and he stepped back more than ten meters before stopping.

The huge wings offset most of the damage, but Flanders felt the power.

Looking for the man in black robe again, he found that he had disappeared, along with the two corpses on the ground.

"How could it be..." Flanders looked at the wounds on his wings with a confused tone.

Without releasing the martial soul, that level of attack power could only be achieved by a titled Douluo. How could it be possible? !

"White Owl, are you hurt?"

Flender first checked the white owl's breath and found no obvious trauma, and he was relieved.

"What's going on?" The master also came. He jumped down from the carriage, his expression solemn, and he staggered a little, "Flanders!"

He saw the shattered wheelchair at a glance, and ran over to help Flanders lift up the white owl.

"Who is that person? How did you meet? And whose blood is it?"

He asked quickly and urgently.

"No, no, go back to the academy first and find Shao Xin." The master calmed down and urged Flanders.

The white owl was struck by the strong wind, its face turned strangely red, and there was some fear left in its eyes.

He was still in the mood to joke, and his tone was as frivolous as before: "That's right, I'll take advantage of the bad guys."

"Then, he eats black and eats black."