Douluo, about my journey from a soul beast to a human

'Snapped--'

'Snapped--'

'Snapped--'

The rhythmic and clear applause echoed in the courtyard, deeply stimulating the three Yuanting people with solemn expressions.

Even Gan Jia, who was outside the courtyard, was shocked by the incredible situation in the courtyard.

Gan Jia believed that if he faced Neli's sixth soul skill without using any skills or taking any protection, he would end up like Wushi and turn into ashes.

But he had the skill of 'sloughing', so what ability did Wushi rely on to recover?

Soul skills?Or a powerful soul guide?

Gan Jia frowned, and the contempt for the Soul Resurrection Cult quietly dissipated in her heart.

Originally, Gan Jia thought that the people in the Soul-Calling Sect, even if they had deep soul power and were powerful, would be like the people he had seen before, arrogant and arrogant, strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

But when he saw Wushi's weirdness, he had to admit that there was no reason why the Soul-Calling Cult could rise so quickly.

Perhaps there are people in the Soul-Calling Cult like Sera, who are loyal but somewhat simple-minded, but there are also people like Ush, who are powerful, resourceful, and far-sighted.

Just like tonight's night attack on the Soul-Taking Cult, Wushi may have known about it in advance from the moment Yuan Ting and others stepped into the city lord's mansion.

Otherwise, Wushi would not always have a contemptuous attitude after showing up, let alone be confident in the face of fatal crises.

It seems that this Wushi is not as easy to deal with as imagined. If this strange situation is not clarified, I am afraid that not only the guys from the Divine Alliance will die here, but even I may have difficulty getting out.

Gan Jia's mind was tense, her brain was running rapidly, and she kept flashing back the scene from when Wushi appeared to this moment, trying to figure out what Wushi had done in it.

Yuan Ting, who has the same thoughts as Gan Jia, also wants to find out Wushi's trump card.

But Yuan Ting, who was facing Wushi, didn't have as much time for him to think as Gan Jia did.

Wushi's eyes were like bright stars, looking directly at Chang Ye who was hiding behind Yuan Ting.

He moved his right foot slightly, his face full of disdain, and said with a smile:

"A rat that hides in the shadows only does shady things."

"Unfortunately, today you will be bitten to death by the rat in your mouth!"

Chang Ye opened his hood, revealing a face that was as withered as tree bark.

He couldn't hide his excitement, a rotten and ferocious smile appeared on his face.

As the nine soul rings lit up under his feet, he saw his right foot squirming slightly, as if it had grown on the ground, piercing the ground deeply.

"The eighth soul skill, life-eating!"

At this moment, the ground beneath Wushi's feet suddenly cracked, and then, a vine as thick as an arm suddenly sprang out!

In this somewhat dim night, this extremely inconspicuous vine almost blended into the ground.

And this ordinary-looking vine is Chang Ye's martial spirit, Deadwood Vine.

Although the appearance of the dead wood and vine martial spirit is far inferior to that of the explosive Qingluan martial spirit, if one really has a contemptuous attitude because of his appearance, he will definitely suffer a big loss.

Because everyone who has personally experienced dead wood vines has become the nourishment of this 'ordinary' vine!

Under Chang Ye's excited eyes and Wushi's contemptuous attitude, the dead wood and vine spirit wrapped around Wushi's right leg.

In the blink of an eye, the dead wood and vine seemed to come to life, frantically sucking in Wush's soul power, blood and body.

Within a moment, Wush's right leg shrank visibly.

At the same time, Chang Ye's face, which was like dry tree bark, gradually became rosy and plump.

"Comfortable~"

Hearing Chang Ye groan, he stroked his smooth cheek, walked out behind Yuan Ting with a grin, and said sarcastically:

"It is indeed the soul power and blood essence of the Titled Douluo level. I don't know how much more delicious it is compared to those chickens and dogs."

He walked slowly to Wushi, with excitement on his face:

"Even if you can use blindness to avoid Nellie's soul skills, you will definitely die under my deadwood and vines!"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, which had turned into a dead wood and vine, and grabbed Wushi's face.

However, even though Wushi was in such a sorry state, he still looked at Chang Ye's every move with disdain.

Seeing this, Chang Ye pinched Wushi's face and shouted hysterically:

"I'm going to dig out your eyes right now to see how arrogant you are!"

Just when the sharp tip of the dead wood vine was about to penetrate Wushi's eye socket, a heartbreaking sting instantly spread throughout Chang Ye's body.

"puff--"

The blood rushing up instantly broke through Chang Ye's throat, and the bright red blood dyed the dead wood and vines blood red.

Chang Ye's face was filled with an expression of disbelief. He slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest.

I saw a pool of bright red slowly spreading on the clothes on my chest.

"How... how is it possible... what on earth did you... do to me!"

Chang Ye's eyes were full of shock, but no matter how much he thought, he could not figure out when he was so seriously injured.

But when he saw Wushi's eyes again, the uncontrollable anger in his heart urged him to kill the person in front of him.

Even if they die together in the end, he will completely obliterate those eyes!

"Even if it means death! I will kill you first!"

Chang Ye shouted loudly, and countless dead wood and vines sprang out from all over his body, wrapping Wushi tightly in them.

Seeing Wushi's body shrinking and decaying in front of his eyes, Chang Ye shouted excitedly:

"You die for me!"

Before he finished speaking, with a 'click' sound, the dead wood and vines completely crushed Wushi's body.

But before Chang Ye could recover from his excitement, a soft word pierced his ears.

"A rat being a rat always likes to immerse itself in fantasies."

Before he finished speaking, Chang Ye's vine-like body was split in two from the middle as if cut by some kind of sharp blade.

With a 'plop', Chang Ye's upper body fell to the ground as the dead wood and vine martial spirit shattered and disintegrated, splashing a cloud of smoke and dust.

Chang Ye's angry eyes stared at the unharmed Wushi not far away in front of him. His slightly opened and closed mouth seemed to be venting his unwillingness.

But his throat, which was filled with blood, could not utter any words.

After facing Chang Ye's eighth soul skill head-on, Wushi remained unscathed and still had a look of disdain on his face, which frightened Yuan Ting and Nei Li.

If Wushi had used his soul skills to kill Chang Ye head-on, Yuan Ting and Neli would still be able to accept it.

After all, they had investigated and found that Wushi's soul power should be at the level of a titled Douluo.

But they never expected that whether it was Neli's sixth soul skill before or Chang Ye's fate now, it could be said that Wushi had never done anything unusual.

Gan Jia outside the courtyard was also shocked by Chang Ye's tragic situation.

When Chang Ye and Wushi fought just now, Gan Jia didn't miss a single scene, but still couldn't see what Wushi had done.

How the hell are they going to fight like this...Gan Jia couldn't help but want to give up.

If faced head-on, even if the opponent has deep soul power, Gan Jia can use his skills to deal with it.

Even if he is outmatched in strength, he can still hold his opponent to death.

But Wushi's weirdness didn't give Gan Jia any chance.

Gan Jia slowly moved her body, trying to stay away from Wushi.

Although he wanted to kill Wushi, he did not dare to gamble with his own life.

Without figuring out what was going on with Ush, he decided not to take action rashly.

At this moment, a soft word came from beside Gan Jia.

"What are you all doing?"