Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

The next morning, everything was quiet. A ray of golden dawn light split the sleeping night like a sharp sword, spreading the first ray of light to the earth.

Bai Zhaoyun slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to be filled with star-like light. He stretched his body, and his bones made a crisp sound like frying beans, dispelling the remaining tiredness of the night.

"It's time to meet the Holy Spirit Leader." Bai Zhaoyun had a playful smile on his face. He didn't forget the agreement he made with the Holy Spirit Leader yesterday.

He waved his hand casually, and a water curtain appeared in front of him out of thin air. His handsome face was reflected in the water curtain, with sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, a nose like a hanging gall bladder, red lips and white teeth, as if he was a gentleman walking out of a painting.

Bai Zhaoyun nodded with satisfaction and then walked out of the room.

The main hall of the Holy Spirit Church headquarters was magnificent and majestic. The Holy Spirit Church leader sat high on the throne, wearing a golden dragon-embroidered robe and a purple-gold crown on his head. He was majestic without even getting angry, and an invisible sense of oppression filled the air, making people want to surrender to him.

Bai Zhaoyun walked slowly to the center of the hall. He raised his head slightly, and his eyes met with the Holy Spirit Master. He did not flinch at all, but asked with a hint of joking, "Master, when will we set off to the Undead Abyss?"

The Holy Spirit Leader slowly opened his eyes, his deep gaze seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. He looked Bai Zhaoyun up and down, secretly guessing the purpose of this young man's visit.

"No rush. Attacking the Undead Abyss is no joke. We need to plan carefully." The Holy Spirit Cult leader said calmly, "What's more, the elders of my Holy Spirit Cult are in seclusion these days. After they come out, we will discuss the attack on the Undead Abyss."

Bai Zhaoyun frowned slightly, feeling a little impatient, but he didn't show it on his face. He just asked calmly, "How long do we have to wait?"

The Holy Spirit Leader chuckled and said, "At the fastest, it will take ten days or half a month, and at the slowest, it will take one or two months. What? Are you in a hurry?"

Bai Zhaoyun shook his head and said nothing more.

The Holy Spirit Sect Leader nodded and said, "It just so happens that the Holy Maiden of our Holy Sect is about to break through to the Titled Douluo realm and needs to go to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt soul beasts. You should go with her so that you can take care of her."

Bai Zhaoyun couldn't help but feel confused when he heard this, and asked, "Saintess? I have never heard of the existence of a Saintess in the Holy Spirit Church."

The Holy Spirit Cult leader smiled faintly and said, "My Holy Spirit Cult has always kept a low profile, and only a few people in the cult know about the existence of the Saint. It is understandable that you don't know."

Bai Zhaoyun nodded to show his understanding. He paused, and suddenly remembered something, with a playful smile on his face, "Oh, by the way, Master, yesterday you said you wanted to be the Holy Son, but that was just a casual remark. Now I've changed my mind, I want to be the Master! Master, you can be the Deputy Master!"

"Hmph!" Upon hearing this, the Holy Spirit Leader's face suddenly darkened. He snorted coldly, and a powerful aura emanated from his body, shaking the hall slightly.

The rage in the Holy Spirit Cult Leader's eyes almost devoured Bai Zhaoyun. He gritted his teeth and said, "Good! Very good! I haven't met a kid as arrogant as you in a long time!" He waved his sleeves violently, and a gust of wind overturned the tables and chairs around him, making a deafening noise. "Today I'll let you see what happens if you provoke me!"

Bai Zhaoyun fought back unwillingly, "That's exactly what I want! Why would I be afraid of you?" After that, he took the lead and walked towards the martial arts field, leaving the Holy Spirit Leader with a look of surprise.

The Holy Spirit Church's martial arts arena was built on the mountain, surrounded by towering walls, and was magnificent. At this time, the entire martial arts arena was already crowded with people. All the elders, saints, and disciples of the Holy Spirit Church gathered here, wanting to witness this duel between the strong with their own eyes.

Bai Zhaoyun walked slowly towards the arena. With every step he took, his aura grew stronger. When he reached the center of the arena, an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire arena.

The Saint looked at Bai Zhaoyun with great interest, thinking to herself, "What an arrogant fellow."

Bai Zhaoyun was standing in the middle of the martial arts arena at this time, looking back and looking around. He also saw the Saint looking at him, and thought to himself, "What an icy beauty."

The moment their eyes met, the Saint's heart trembled inexplicably, and a familiar yet strange feeling surged into her heart. It was as if... she had seen it somewhere before.

"This kid is quite interesting." In the crowd, a white-haired old man narrowed his eyes with a gleam in his eyes. He was the great elder of the Holy Spirit Church, a level 95 Titled Douluo, with unfathomable strength.

The Holy Spirit Sect Leader followed closely behind. He stepped out of the martial arts arena and the powerful soul power fluctuations swept across like a tsunami, oppressing the disciples around him to the point that they could not breathe.

"Release your martial spirit and let me see how capable you are!" The Holy Spirit Leader said coldly, his tone full of disdain.

"As you wish!" Bai Zhaoyun sneered. Nine soul rings rose from under his feet. Gold, gold, gold, gold, black, black, black, black, black. The nine soul rings emitted bright light and illuminated the entire training ground.

"What?! Four golden spirit rings and five ten thousand year spirit rings?!"

A young disciple couldn't help but ask: "May I ask, Great Elder, what level of soul ring is this golden soul ring? Why haven't I seen it before?"

The elder stroked his beard and said slowly: "There have always been two controversies about the golden spirit ring. First, some people believe that the golden spirit ring is a spirit ring bestowed by God, and the color of the spirit ring can be changed according to the body's ability to accept it.

If the body can withstand ten thousand years, the golden soul ring will slowly turn black. If it can withstand a hundred thousand years, it will eventually turn into a red hundred thousand year soul ring. Another group of people believe that the golden soul ring is a god-level soul ring, which is unique to gods.

"God-level soul ring..." the disciple murmured to himself, his eyes full of longing.

"How is this possible?! What kind of monster is he?!"

"Is he a god descended from heaven?!"

When the onlookers saw Bai Zhaoyun's spirit ring configuration, they were immediately shocked. Exclamations and discussions arose one after another, and the entire training ground fell into chaos.

Even the Holy Spirit Sect Leader couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and his heart was filled with shock. He never imagined that this seemingly cynical young man in front of him actually possessed such a terrifying spirit ring configuration!

Bai Zhaoyun ignored the shock of the crowd. He stared at the Holy Spirit Cult Master with a scorching gaze, a wicked smile on his face, and said, "Master, please teach me!"

The Holy Spirit Cult leader took a deep breath, calmed down the shock in his heart, snorted coldly, and said: "Boy, don't think that you can be arrogant just because you have a little strength. Today I will let you know what it means that there are always people better than you!"

After saying that, he no longer held back his strength, and nine black soul rings rose from under his feet, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, and red. The last soul ring was actually a hundred thousand year soul ring!

"Dark angel, possess!" The Holy Spirit Leader roared, and a huge black angel shadow appeared behind him. His body was wrapped in black light. In a flash, he had turned into a mighty god of war wearing black armor and holding a black giant sword!

"Come on, let me see what you are capable of!" The voice of the Holy Spirit Leader became low and magnetic, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.

Bai Zhaoyun was not to be outdone. He shouted in a low voice, "Desert Death God, possess me!" Golden light burst out from his body, and a huge human body with a dog's head and a golden battle axe in hand appeared behind him. His clothes turned into golden armor, and an ancient and powerful aura emanated from him.

"kill!"

"war!"

The two roared at the same time, and rushed towards each other like two meteors...