Douluo: Be the King from the Town of Soul Street

Wuhun Temple.

The inner hall of the elders.

In a heavily guarded secret room, Cao Yanbing, with his upper body naked, was sitting quietly cross-legged, with a black flame visible to the naked eye wandering over his body in a strange manner.

At the same time, the surging spiritual power flowed through Cao Yanbing's body like a small snake, repairing his overloaded body.

This time, it was really a bit too much.

Outside the secret room, several figures in black robes were standing quietly. They did not speak, but their solemn gazes fell on Cao Yanbing as if penetrating the wall.

"Grand Priest, do you really want to include him in our Elder Hall?" Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned and asked worriedly.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, level 98 titled Douluo, martial spirit Golden Crocodile King, the second enshrinement in the Elder Hall.

Hearing this, the rather skinny old man beside the second worshiper said: "Qiandaoliu, you have to think about this matter carefully."

Qianjun Douluo, a level 96 titled Douluo, with a martial soul coiling dragon stick and the sixth enshrinement in the Elder Hall.

There is absolutely no doubt about Cao Yanbing's potential. He is even rare in the world. He has four martial souls, and each one of them can stand alone against a titled Douluo.

But the biggest question is whether he should stay or not.

To the elders of the Elder Hall, Cao Yan's soldiers had no royal laws, and he wantonly provoked the authority of the Spirit Hall. He even caused a riot in the Spirit City and killed tens of thousands of spirit masters. This kind of person, even if he was cut into pieces with a thousand swords, Not an exaggeration.

But now, Qian Daoliu rescued Cao Yanbing in front of Bibi Dong regardless of dissuasion, and even took him into the Elder Hall, which made them very confused.

If you are worried about his potential, isn't now the best time to kill him?

Qian Daoliu didn't explain anything to the doubts rang out around him, but there was a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.

"Stop talking, grandpa must have his reasons for doing this." Qian Renxue glanced at Qian Daoliu, who was silent, and said cautiously.

"Hmph, I hope your actions are right. If Wuhun Palace is destroyed because of him in the future, I will definitely not be able to spare you!" The second worshiper snorted coldly, turned around and left.

When the others saw the second worshipper leaving, they all shook their heads and turned to leave.

In such a huge place, Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue were the only two people left in an instant.

hum.

Drifting in the sea of ​​consciousness, Cao Yanbing once again came to the simple stone gate with the words "Rakshasa Street" engraved on it.

After a burst of light that could even hurt his soul, he finally returned to the familiar streets.

Feeling the gradually recovering consciousness energy, Cao Yanbing took a deep breath and wandered slowly in the streets and alleys.

This kind of completely comfortable and completely free life was what he wanted at the beginning.

"Rainstorm pear blossoms."

When crossing the last street, Cao Yanbing suddenly heard a low shout coming from the fourth area bordering Raksha Street in the distance.

Following the sound, Cao Yanbing raised his eyebrows. On a small building in the distance, a familiar figure was standing with a serious face.

Below him is a giant square that is [-] meters long. This is a place that Cao Yanbing is familiar with. It was the place where the residents of Rakshasa Street used to dance in the square.

It's just that the square at this time is very different from the past. In the square now, undead are standing in an orderly manner. Their prepared appearance is like an army.

"It seems that under Xiaoliang's management, I will be able to own an army of the undead one day."

Cao Yanbing secretly smiled, his younger brother indeed had the talent of a manager.

"Continue to practice."

Feeling the sudden and familiar fluctuations of spiritual power, Cao Xuanliang let out a light voice without changing his expression. He waited until the tens of thousands of undead below executed the order, then he came to Cao Yanbing's side.

"Well done, Xiaoliang." A smile appeared on Cao Yanbing's lips, and he stretched out his hand to rub Cao Xuanliang's head.

Feeling the warmth coming from the big hand above his head, Cao Yanbing felt a sense of pride in his heart. He smiled calmly and said, "No, you don't even know who I am."

"If you say you're fat, you're still panting."

"hey-hey."

After the two brothers chatted for a while, Cao Yanbing turned his attention to the undead army below.

"By the way, Xiaoliang." Suddenly remembering something, Cao Yanbing asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Are these all the foreign undead now? Why do I feel that the number does not match up."

"How dare you say that you are the soul-killing general of Rakshasa Street?" Cao Xuanliang looked at him with disdain and said to himself without answering his words.

"People who die in the real world will turn into undead souls and come to Zhenhun Street on the occasion of life and death."

"The reason why the undead still have wisdom and consciousness is because there is still a glimmer of hope in their hearts, and that last glimmer of hope protects their final clarity."

"After coming to this place, many undead souls completely gave up all hope for various reasons and turned into another kind of monster..."

"Evil spirit."

With that said, Cao Xuanliang led Cao Yanbing directly to another street, where there was also a huge square.

"Ok?"

Cao Yanbing suddenly discovered that although the size was similar, the level of defense and guarding here was much higher than that of the fourth area. Even the surrounding walls were sealed with a miraculous talisman.

"Roar!!"

"Die! Go to hell!"

Before you even get close, you can feel a frightening, murderous and bloody aura surging in like a wave.

"This!" Cao Yanbing paused.

Even though he had been guarding Rakshasa Street for so many years, his pupils couldn't help but shrink when he saw the scene of nearly ten thousand evil spirits roaring in front of him.

On the contrary, it was Cao Xuanliang. He seemed to be accustomed to such an environment, and his expression did not change much.

"Many of the undead before gave up their hope and voluntarily degenerated into evil spirits. I have also imprisoned these evil spirits here."

"If you summon Rakshasa Street again in the future, these evil spirits without any emotion or consciousness will be your vanguard who are not afraid of death."

Hearing this, Cao Yanbing's eyes lit up, and he looked at his younger brother with admiration in his eyes.

The purpose of giving these foreign undead to Cao Xuanliang before was just to train him, but he never thought about the current result. Even he was quite satisfied.

"Xiao Liang, I think this Rakshasa Street will reach an unprecedented level under your management in the future."

Cao Xuanliang shook his head, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes: "I just completed the task you gave me. Besides, we are brothers, aren't we?"

"Well said!"

Cao Yanbing looked up to the sky and smiled, looking down at the tens of thousands of evil spirits, his eyes full of fire.

"Let you and I, two brothers, join forces to overturn this injustice of fate and let everyone know that one day the world will change its surname to Cao!"

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