Douluo's opening send-off system

The ghost stepped forward and felt Han Wuyi's breath. It was indeed gone. Letting go of the Titled Douluo's senses, he could indeed feel the weak heartbeat in Han Wuyi's body.

He smiled immediately, then put away his smile and looked at Juhuaguan with disdain, and ordered: "You take good care of the Holy Son here, and I will find a healing soul master!"

After saying that, his whole person melted into the shadow under his feet and disappeared.

Juhuaguan slapped his forehead in annoyance: "What a brain!"

Then, he stared blankly at his blood-stained palms and let out a harsh scream: "Ah!!!"

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An hour and a half later, feeling Han Wuyi's increasingly weak heartbeat, Juhua was so worried that she was sweating profusely. She couldn't help but increase the amount of soul power in her hands, and Bo Nu said: "Where on earth did this old ghost go? Why haven't you come back yet? The Holy Son is about to die!"

Suddenly, a milky-white halo struck towards Han Wuyi in his arms. Ju Douluo was filled with shock and anger. He let out a sweet cry and swatted at the incoming halo with a palm condensed from his soul power.

"The first soul skill: Extreme Shadow Clone!"

He yelled violently, and a voice met Ju Douluo's powerful soul palm without evading it, bang! A huge explosion sounded, and the figure gradually disappeared, but the halo of light still rushed towards Han Wuyi, and at the same time, a figure rushed towards him quickly.

Ju Douluo was completely angry and was about to use his ultimate move: "The ninth soul skill, the chrysanthemum is broken, the buttocks are full of wounds, the flower falls and the heart is broken!"

A huge golden chrysanthemum bloomed from the top of Ju Douluo's head, and the petals fell off one by one, turning into flying knives and shooting towards the rushing figure.

"Juhuaguan! You are trying to kill the Holy Son!" Ghost Douluo's furious voice came. Juhuaguan hurriedly waved his hand and changed the direction of the soul skill release. Whoosh whoosh... A burst of wind came from the woods on one side. It was pricked with holes and was devastated.

At the same time, he took the figure and rushed to Juhuaguan, snatching away Han Wuyi and rushing towards the incoming halo.

The halo spread immediately when it touched Han Wuyi, wrapping his entire body into a pupa, exuding a faint fluorescent light.

At the same time, Ghost Douluo sneaked a female soul master, relying on the spread of the shadow, rushed to Han Wuyi's side, and put the female soul master down.

The female soul master's legs weakened and she fell to the ground. Her smooth knees were instantly broken, and her long and round thighs were scratched in many places. Blood flowed out, but she didn't dare to care.

An illusory snow-white swan walked out from behind, its five soul rings of white, yellow, yellow, and purple lit up. All the soul skills were handed over to Leng Yanqiu. He suddenly felt dizzy, but he still managed to cheer up and continued It took three attempts before he fainted and fell to the ground.

"Old ghost, where did you find this soul master? Isn't this too weak?"

These were the last words the female soul master heard before she fainted. It was not known whether she fainted due to overdraft of her soul power or because of the chrysanthemum gate.

"Damn!"

Seeing the female soul master fainted, Juhuaguan couldn't help but be furious!

Sooner or later, you will faint, but you faint at this time. Do you sincerely want to kill me, the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace?

Raising his hand, his soul power surged, and he was about to hit the female soul master on the ground.

"Cough cough!"

At this time, a cough sounded, Juhuaguan turned around and looked at the ghost's arms. Han Wuyi only coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. He was still not awake, but his breathing was much calmer.

The ghost is wiping the blood from spit on his face...

Although he was spit on, the ghost wiped his face and smiled happily, but it was only for a moment.

Juhuaguan breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his worries.