Douluo: Peerless Tang Sect, Angel and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 94 - The Realm of Death?Death?

"Ah!?" Embarrassment flashed across Qian Lingjun's face, and he crazily complained in his heart:

How lucky are you?What the hell!Are the evil soul masters doing Spartan training these days?No wonder not only are there fewer people, but the combat power is much higher than ordinary soul masters!

Speaking of the [-] Spartan warriors fighting against the [-] Persian army at Thermopylae, I feel like I am Sparta.

"Don't think nonsense, come with me." Ye Xishui tapped Qian Lingjun's forehead with his knuckles, and walked towards the closed door with Long Xiaoyao.

Just as Ye Xishui opened the door of the room, the door was already packed with people.

Qian Lingjun took a closer look, and sure enough, they were the leaders of the evil soul masters headed by Zhong Liwu.

Seeing that Ye Xishui and the other three looked fine, Zhong Liwu's nervous expressions relieved at a speed visible to the naked eye. He bowed and stood beside Ye Xishui and said: "Mother, it seems that you have already met the saint. Why?" In this way, what is her talent and whether she can take on the great cause of reviving the Holy Religion?"

"Her talent?" Ye Xishui raised her cold eyes and glanced at Zhongliwu, and said with a sneer, "Her talent is much better than yours! The first time I saw her, I thought, if you It's not my child, but she is, so the current leader of the Holy Spirit Sect must be a Limit Douluo."

"yes?…"

For some reason, Zhongliwu had mixed feelings in his heart, a kind of sourness that he had never felt before lingered in his heart, but he didn't really care about it, on the contrary, he was even more curious about Qian Lingyun's talent.

"Go, open the prison of death! Let the girl go in and walk around!" Ye Xishui gestured as he pulled Qian Lingjun towards him.

As soon as he said this, even Zhong Liwu and all the titled Douluo around him looked at Ye Xishui in stunned silence, thinking that she was joking.

"Mother, that place is the ascension place that I can only step into after teaching the outstanding disciples the soul sages. The saintess has not ascended to the soul, and secondly, she has no cultivation level of a soul sage. In case something happens..." Zhongli Wu looked at Qian Qiang worriedly. Ling Yun seemed quite worried about any accident.

After all...the Holy Spirit taught this Rakshasa saint for thousands of years to wait for such a one. If something happens to hang in it, there is really no place to cry...

"I have walked out of the sixth ring, and then aspired to the limit. This girl's talent and ability are much better than me at that time. Why not go in with the fifth ring!" Ye Xishui called impatiently. Cutting off Zhongli Wu's nagging, he took a deep look at Qian Lingjun and said:

"If you can come out, I can guarantee that no one can compete with you for the position of the next leader of the Holy Spirit Sect. Naturally, the skills of Lao Long and I will be passed down to you without reservation."

"Now, tell me, are you going or not."

"Go!" Qian Lingjun and Electrolux who lived in her spiritual sea said in unison.

"Teacher, what are you..." Qian Lingjun asked curiously.

"I feel that under the Holy Spirit Cult, there seems to be... hiding something, but don't worry, there is a teacher here, and you will be safe!", Electrolux said so many words so rarely, Qian Lingjun naturally understood, she Walking in front of Zhongli Wu, he calmly raised his head and said:

"Please ask the lord to open that for me... the prison of death?"

"It's really hard to go to the Fifth Ring Road in that place..."

"Forget it, take care!" Zhongliwu sighed, and led Qian Lingjun to a tunnel in the passage.

The second before entering the tunnel, Qian Lingjun subconsciously looked back at the group of titled Douluo evil soul masters.

Their eyes were solemn and their expressions of compassion were seen, as if... they were watching a corpse being put into a coffin and then taken away for cremation...

"Is it really that scary?" Qian Lingjun muttered a few words in a low voice, but Zhong Liwu, who was walking in front, stopped and explained to Qian Lingjun: "You may not know that it is me who is in this prison of death. One of the greatest secrets of the Holy Spirit Cult!"

"It enshrines the bones and tablets of all the titled Douluo and above powerhouses that I have taught for thousands of years. I teach that all talented talents with titles will have a chance to enter the Death Prison when they reach the seventh ring!"

"Is there any benefit after entering?!" Qian Lingjun asked curiously, but Zhong Liwu smiled slightly and pretended to be mysterious: "You didn't pass by Sheng Ling at the sub-altar, so naturally you don't know about Sheng Ling. But it doesn’t matter, after you come out of the prison of death, you will automatically ascend to the spirit..."

"What is Shengling?!" Qian Lingjun asked impatiently. She was really drunk. She really had to be the Riddler and couldn't speak well, right?

"Ascension is to use the resentment of the dead to wash away the soul and give the soul of the ascension a second chance to transform."

"Our holy servants of the Holy Spirit Church need to go through a spiritual ascension, contaminate their souls with resentment, and let them..." Before Zhongli Wu finished speaking, Qian Lingjun interrupted in a low voice: "Let their souls be completely degraded." Into evil, accompanied by killing and devouring for life, right!"

"As expected of a saintess of the Rakshasa, she is extremely intelligent. You have seen all of this, but... the most important thing right now is how to get out of the prison of death." After finishing speaking, Zhongliwu pressed a protruding button next to him. rock.

Following a long rustle, the stone wall slowly parted from the middle of a narrow path that only one person can walk through. Under Zhongli Wu's signal, Qian Lingjun strode into it.

click!

Looking back, the stone walls that were originally separated were sewn together again at some point. In desperation, Qian Lingjun had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk forward.

The stone path became wider and wider, and gradually changed from a small path for one person to a broad avenue. The only fly in the ointment is that the ground is not paved with stone bricks, but pale skeletons.

"The bones here are not weak in front of them!"

The old voice of Electrolux resounded in Qian Lingyun's spiritual sea.

"With the spirit of death and resentment, Rakshasa becomes king, and Shura does not show up, who will fight!" Qian Lingjun replied indifferently.

She has a Rakshasa god who is in charge of resentment and evil thoughts, and she is extremely sensitive to resentment and other things.

Not to mention the blue will-o'-the-wisps shining everywhere here, even if it was pitch dark, she could walk on with her eyes closed.

But what's interesting is that as the grievances of channeling crying and coldness intensified, the Rakshasa emblem on her forehead shone faintly, as if echoing something.

Also, God Rakshasa is one of the two gods of death in the God Realm, and his power comes from the resentment and evil thoughts that accompany death.

In other words, the entire Holy Spirit Cult headquarters is the source of her strength. Even if she eats and sleeps here all day long and is a gangster, she can still practice hard faster than outside.

At the end of the passage, there was a huge circular corridor. Here, Qian Lingyun saw countless spiritual tablets carved out of rocks, and some names and titles were recorded on the stone tablets.

Undoubtedly, these people whose names are recorded by the spirit cards are all the strongmen above the title Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult for thousands of years.

To put it simply, this is the Douluo Hall of the Holy Spirit Cult.

There was only one living person in the silent corridor, Qian Lingjun. Her breathing seemed to be the only source of sound here, and she slowly took a few steps forward.

In an instant, countless bloody runes appeared one by one on the stone wall, and even the resentment in the circular corridor became vivid.

On the dim dome, black tentacles of resentment stretched out from top to bottom.