Douluo Promise

At this time, the time of Ying Lao's spirit avatar had also ended, and his body fell softly to the ground. His aura quickly became weak like a punctured rubber ball.

"Old Falcon~Old Ghost Falcon, finally~finally~finally kill him." Old Ying fell to the ground and turned his head to look at Old Falcon with difficulty, saying intermittently in a weak and hoarse voice.

"Yes, I finally killed him." Mr. Falcon said in a calm tone as he walked towards Mr. Ying.

"Haha, this kid with a yellow mouth is finally dead. It's a pity for Xiao Yi and the others." A voice came from the distance. It turned out to be the Demon Wolf Soul Sect who had been hiding when the two sides started fighting.

"Oh? There is one more, I almost forgot." Mr. Falcon's flat tone seemed to be emotionless, and his whole body turned into a black light and appeared behind the Demonic Wolf Soul Master with a "whoosh".

Holding the head of the Demonic Wolf Soul Sect in his hand, one could see the expression on his face was one of intense disbelief.

And his headless body spurted out a large amount of blood from his neck and fell straight to the ground.

Mr. Falcon held his head and walked slowly towards Mr. Ying. Mr. Ying's dead fish eyes were already about to burst.

The energy and blood in his body surged, and he struggled to stand up.It's a pity that he is now at the time when the true body of the seventh soul skill Martial Spirit has a backlash. The drastic drop in all attributes and the severe injuries he suffered previously made him sit up tremblingly.

"Why? Old Ghost Falcon, why did you kill him?" A voice of resentment came from Old Ying's mouth.

"Hmph!" Mr. Falcon raised his head in his hand and snorted with disdain: "Why do you think that is? That old fellow Wan Laifu will give you all the good things."

"Old Ghost Falcon, you dare to criticize Protector Wan, you are seeking death." Old Ying said angrily with a serious look on his face.

"Hahaha~ I'm looking for death, but as long as you die, who will know that I criticize him?" Old Ghost Falcon smiled sinisterly and said nonchalantly.

"Besides, Old Ghost Eagle, the effect of your sixth spirit ring is enough to make people go crazy and turn into idiots. What's more, it can even lead to sudden death. I'm afraid it can't be achieved with just the spirit ring, right?"

"Huh? What do you want to say?" Mr. Ying's heart tightened and he said in a solemn tone.

"Hmph! What do I want to say?" The old ghost Falcon grunted angrily and quickly moved in front of the old eagle. He grabbed the old eagle's neck with his right hand and lifted him up from the ground.

"There are three major protectors in the entire sect, and each protector will have an assigned soul bone. That old guy Wan Laifu has his own head soul bone. I asked for it many times, but he refused to give up the soul bone given by the sect. Give me."

"But he gave it to you, you!" Mr. Falcon grasped Mr. Ying's neck a little harder. The old Ying hanging in the air could only make a "ho ho" sound, and blood kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth.

"I am the strongest among that old guy Wan Laifu's men, so why should I give it to you?"

"I have worked hard to cultivate my soul power and have reached the peak of level 79, so you can go with peace of mind. Once I absorb the head soul bone and obtain the eighth soul ring, even that old guy Wan Laifu won't be able to do anything to me. "

"Hahahaha~hahahaha~" he twisted Elder Ying's neck in a low voice. There was still strong hatred and unwillingness in Elder Ying's eyes.

After Elder Ying died, his head began to emit a magnificent light. Between the alternating black and orange colors, a triangular-shaped soul bone slowly emerged exuding strong mental fluctuations.

With excitement, Mr. Falcon slowly stretched out his slightly trembling hands to hold the soul bone. "This is the treasure of the blood river - the soul bone." Mr. Falcon's slightly turbid eyes revealed a gleam of intoxication.

"Soul Bone Skill - Extreme Speed" Zhao Wuji, who was originally weak, suddenly rose up and rushed towards Mr. Falcon, "Sixth Soul Skill - Crucial Power, Explosive Fist".

Mr. Falcon heard the bursts of wind coming from behind him, and just as he was about to get up, he was punched away by Zhao Wuji with all his strength, and the soul bone in his hand was also knocked away.

"Wow" Mr. Falcon spit out a large mouthful of blood in the air, and when he landed on the ground, he made a pit. He was obviously seriously injured.

But Zhao Wuji did not intend to let him go, and activated his soul bone skill - at top speed, his speed was as fast as a gust of wind.

After a few steps, he caught up with Mr. Falcon who was lying on the ground and was about to get up. Another powerful Vajra Palm directly destroyed Mr. Falcon's martial spirit.The main reason is that Mr. Falcon's martial spirit is a flying martial spirit like Black Crow. If he wanted to escape, Zhao Wuji wouldn't be able to keep him.

Then, with Old Falcon's pitiful howling, he used his golden bear claws to cut off Old Falcon's limbs directly, and blood flowed out.

But after all, Mr. Falcon was a Soul Saint level expert with level 79 soul power, and he quickly used his huge soul power to lock the blood all over his body.

"You~ you're not dead, you're just pretending," Mr. Falcon, who was seriously injured, said through gritted teeth, knowing that Zhao Wuji was not seriously injured.

"Hmph!" Zhao Wuji didn't bother to care about him, so he just let him stay in the pit.

He turned around and went to look for the soul bone. Not long after, Zhao Wuji came back with the soul bone.

Mr. Falcon saw Zhao Wuji coming to him with the soul bone, and he naturally took out a lead box, packed it up, and put it into the storage soul guide.

He was so angry that all the energy and blood in his body could not be locked, and blood kept gushing out. He shouted angrily: "Just wait, the Holy Church will avenge me!"

"No, no, no, you said it too. If you die here, who would know that I killed you?" Killing someone with a heart in mind is definitely killing someone with a heart in mind.

Hearing Zhao Wuji's heart-wrenching words, Mr. Falcon was so angry that he vomited blood and wheezed - without even taking a breath, he just tilted his head and passed away.

Zhao Wuji stretched out his right claw and stabbed into Mr. Falcon's head with a "puff". He didn't want Mr. Falcon to cheat on him.

After quickly bringing the corpses of these evil soul masters to the pit, a fire directly destroyed the corpses and eliminated any traces.After watching these evil soul masters burn to ashes with his own eyes, Zhao Wuji quickly left here.

As for where to go next?Zhao Wuji already had some calculations in his mind.

He planned to continue his old profession and find a small village or a barren mountain far enough to cultivate his body.

After all, he used the seventh soul skill, the martial soul real body, which had a seven-day period of weakness in which all attributes were reduced by 30%. In addition, two ribs were broken by the sixth soul skill of Mr. Falcon and he suffered a lot of injuries. Even if it's not seriously injured, it's almost there.

But fortunately, he has the gold of life, and the powerful vitality contained in it has been constantly nourishing himself.

Zhao Wuji put on a pair of clean clothes and started moving sideways towards the Wandering Grand Canyon. Safety was the most important thing in his weak period now.

When the moon was high in the sky, Zhao Wuji finally found a small village.

This small village is much larger than ordinary villages, probably because there are four four-story hotels in the village.

From the hotel clerk, Zhao Wuji learned that the reason why this village had these four hotels was firstly because of the village's special geographical location, and secondly because of the large number of merchants who visited the village all year round.

The merchants also need a place to stay, and at the same time it can increase the income of the village, so why not do it.

Naturally, Zao Wou-Ki rented the top floor of a hotel. After a simple meal, Zao Wou-Ki began to slowly mobilize his soul power to recover from his injuries.