Douluo's dark martial arts

"Since you know that you haven't worked hard yet, can you increase your soul power by going to a hotel every day?"

At this moment, Flanders' magnetic and somewhat hoarse voice came from not far away,

Several people beside the haystack stood up after hearing Flanders' voice. After seeing Oscar and Ning Rongrong following Flanders,

Dai Mubai breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You two still know about coming back?

Before the lap was completed, everyone disappeared. Those who didn't know better thought you two were lost. "

"Hmph! The two of them have not lost anything. They lived a more fulfilling life than anyone else today."

Flanders turned back to look at Ning Rongrong and Oscar who were following him. His sharp eyes made the two of them dare not meet him. They lowered their heads like a defeated rooster.

After experiencing the exciting experience during the day, Ning Rongrong now seemed like a different person. She did not make any rebuttal after hearing Flanders' words.

If Ning Fengzhi were here to see this scene, he would definitely regret not sending Ning Rongrong here a few years earlier.

This incident also fully proves that the temper problems of most teenagers will be greatly improved when they encounter more extreme environments.

Xiao Wu looked at Ning Rongrong as if she had lost her soul. She pulled Tang San's clothes and couldn't help but ask,

"Rongrong? Where are you going?"

"Where else can I go? To eat in a big restaurant. I usually can't bear to go there."

Flanders sneered, paused, and then said,

"But they were not very lucky. After eating, they met the madman from the Destruction Cult.

If it hadn't happened that the young soul masters from Wuhun Palace recognized her identity from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, they would have been dead by now? "

When Xiao Wu heard the name, she looked at Tang San with confusion.

"The Cult of Destruction? Is there such a sect on the mainland?"

Hearing this, the others all looked at Tang San. Flanders did not speak at this time, as if he also wanted to see how much Tang San had learned from Yu Xiaogang.

"Yes, but every time that sect appears, it will mysteriously disappear within no more than five years."

Tang San recalled the memories in his mind and said, "The Cult of Destruction can be said to be the most bizarre sect on the continent.

Every time he disappeared, it was as if he had been completely destroyed, and then traces would appear again in some places every few decades.”

"Is there such an outrageous sect?" Ma Hongjun felt a little unbelievable after hearing this.

"The world is full of wonders, and this sect is not that simple."

When Flanders heard this, he added, "I traveled to the mainland in my early years and came into contact with the Cult of Destruction.

Their followers do not so much believe in gods as they believe in the ways of the God of Destruction.

Do you know why every sect disappears within five years at most?

Because their actions are all for destruction, as if they are crazy, destroying everywhere until they are destroyed by other soul master forces, or they destroy themselves. "

Compared with Wuhun Temple, which believes in angel gods, the Cult of Destruction, an organization whose name sounds anti-human, has an even more bizarre style in behavior.

Other sects are trying to recruit believers, but they cannot develop stably.

The Cult of Destruction destroys everywhere as soon as it appears, and its believers are like self-inflicted intelligence bugs. Their brain circuits are completely beyond the comprehension of normal people.

They are willing to pay the price of their lives for the sake of destruction, and are destroyed by other forces before they have grown up. For the Cult of Destruction, it is almost commonplace.

However, some relevant scholars believe that the Cult of Destruction is the sect closest to the gods on the mainland, and the crazy actions of its believers are most likely influenced by the God of Destruction.

The Cult of Destruction that Flanders encountered in his early years was on the border of the Tiandou Empire. It had a small Wuhun family with Pangolin Wuhun as its main believers.

No matter how weak they are, the strongest soul master in the family is just a soul sect.

It is such a family that is no more than a big ant in the world of soul masters. Because of the influence of the God of Destruction,

Frequent man-made mudslides were caused at the border, causing considerable human and economic losses. In the end, Flanders took action to destroy the cult of destruction.

"Dean, are the soul masters in the Spirit Master Palace really as strong as Dai Mubai said?"

Zhu Zhuqing asked about the Wuhun Lord Hall again. Dai Mubai looked at the other person's paranoid eyes and vaguely guessed the other person's plan.

"It is indeed very strong. Although I don't like the Wuhun Hall, at least the soul masters trained by the Wuhun Main Hall in Soto City have always been better than most academies. Their training is not something ordinary people can withstand." Flanders He replied truthfully,

"Then can I receive the same training as them? It's just that the current intensity of training is not enough for me."

As Dai Mubai expected, the performance of the soul masters in the Wuhun Main Hall made Zhu Zhuqing dissatisfied with the current training progress.

"Zhuqing, their training is not suitable for us. The academy teachers will give you the most suitable path." Dai Mubai said aloud,

"But we don't have much time." Zhu Zhuqing said coldly,

Flanders shook his head when he saw this. He did not answer Zhu Zhuqing's question immediately, but asked instead,

"Do you know what the regular mortality rate is for soul masters in actual combat missions in the Martial Soul Lord Hall?"

"what?"

Ma Hongjun interjected in a confused tone, "Do they still have a regular mortality rate?"

The most dangerous place he has ever experienced is the gambling ring of the Great Spirit Fighting Arena.

As for life and death in the true sense, he has never experienced it.

Therefore, you will inevitably be surprised when you hear about the actual combat missions and regular death rates of those in the Wuhun Lord Hall.

After all, those are all genius soul masters, who would be willing to let them die?

"The minimum for each term is 20.00%, and the maximum is that all thirteen soul masters died in one actual combat mission.

According to rumors, that mission was to go deep into the Star Forest to capture absconding officials from the Kingdom of Barak.

As a result, they were unlucky, and no one was spared when they encountered the beast tide. Geniuses are still fledglings before their wings are fully fledged."

Flanders said in a very complicated tone, "They are the lucky ones, but also the victims.

The resources given to them by Wuhun Palace were obtained by their own efforts for a year, and many of their rapid advancements in strength were gained through the struggle between life and death.

I know that some of you are not afraid of death, but as a teacher, I cannot use the extreme methods like Wuhundian did to you.

Even though this method will make you grow up quickly, I don't want to see any of you die in vain. "

Prince Xingluo, best friend and beloved disciple, heir to the last three sects, innate soul master and food-based soul master...

Ma Hongjun is still the heir to Flanders' mantle. As long as Flanders' brain is not broken, he will not use the extreme training method of the Wuhun Lord Hall.

The Spirit Master Hall can select from all over the country every year, but these are the only ones from Shrek Academy.

Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak anymore, Flanders looked at Ning Rongrong behind him who lowered his head and said nothing.

There is obviously no need to say any more words of reprimand. Today’s experience has left a profound lesson for this girl.

"Okay, let's go back to the dormitory and sleep.

They have been training in the village for the past few days. Except for Ma Hongjun, no one else is allowed to leave the village if something happens. "

Ning Rongrong and Oscar need time to adapt to everything they experienced during the day, and Flanders also needs time to relax.

The mysterious old man I saw during the day was probably the titled Douluo of Wuhun Palace.

The feeling of being crushed to death at any time cannot be forgotten as soon as you turn your head.