The Unrivaled Tang Sect: The Copper Coffin

After Jiang Hai left, Ji Kai and the others recovered from their sluggishness, looked at Xuan Ziwen with bulging eyes, and said dumbfounded: "Lao Xuan, that man just now is really our leader, how could he... be so young? He doesn’t look more than twenty years old, right?”

Xuan Ziwen smiled and said: "The director's real age is less than seventeen years old, how can he say he is twenty years old?"

"Seventeen years old!?"

Ji Kai smiled reluctantly and said: "Lao Xuan, you must be joking, right? How can it be possible to develop a natal soul guide at the age of seventeen, how can it be possible to become an eighth-level soul guide, then we are so young. Did you survive the dog?"

Yu Lang came over, with a trace of thought in his eyes, and asked: "Ji Kai, if you are allowed to have the fire of civilization all the time, is it really hopeless to reach the eighth-level soul master at the age of seventeen?"

Ji Kai's expression froze.

Xuan Ziwen said seriously: "Brother Ji, Mr. Yu, and all of you, I can't say much about the secrets of the director, but the director is more talented than you think, and he will never do anything that harms humanity. We all know the purpose of the establishment of the Civilization Research Institute, and this is also the original intention of all of us joining the Civilization Research Institute. In this case, I think we should also give some trust to the director, at least it is absolutely impossible for a treacherous person The one with the fire of civilization!”

The expression on Ji Kai's face also became formal, and he whispered: "Lao Xuan, I know that the director's willingness to show his true face in front of us is also a sign of his trust in us. Although I, Ji Kai, am a bit gossipy, I am not ungrateful. People like us will never do that kind of betrayal, and we can’t bear to part with a treasure like the Fire of Civilization!”

Xuan Ziwen nodded and said: "I summoned a few people, and I trust a few of them. If the director is not here, I have to say these words!"

Yu Lang smiled and said: "Okay, let's continue the research. It's not necessarily a surprise for the director when he comes back. Moreover, when the natal soul guide is completed, maybe someone among us will make a breakthrough. Reaching the realm of ninth-level soul masters is the biggest pursuit for us guys."

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Mingdu.

East 13th District, Guanghou Street.

The Sun and Moon Empire is the paradise of soul mentors, and Mingdu City is even known as the capital of soul mentors. The existence of soul mentors can never be separated from soul guidance tools and various precious metals.

Because of the huge profits between soul tools, businessmen from Douluo Continent are attracted to it. Mingdu is also the largest soul tool and metal trading market in Douluo Continent, and Guanghou, East Thirteenth District The street is a very famous neighborhood where finished soul tools are sold.

Although the attack on Mingdetang had a huge impact on the soul tool trading market all over the world, Guanghou Street is still bustling with people coming and going, and the shops on both sides of the street are also very popular, and there is no sign of weakness. trend.

There is also a small two-story shop in the deepest part of Guanghou Street. There are more than ten soul tools on the counter of the store for anyone to buy. However, most of these soul tools are third- and fourth-level soul tools. There is nothing outstanding about it. In the Douluo Continent and the Three Kingdoms, such a store may be very good, but in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, this store is a bit shabby.

There was only a young man in his twenties sitting boredly in front of the counter, throwing a gold soul coin casually in his hand, but his small eyes were narrowly looking at the street, lingering on the women passing by. A judgmental look.

Suddenly, a tall figure blocked the young man's gaze. There was a trace of impatience in the young man's eyes and he said, "Go and see for yourself what you want to buy. There is a price on it."

The figure remained motionless.

A hint of coldness flashed in the white cat's little eyes, and he said, "What are you doing? Are you looking for trouble?"

The white cat slapped the table and stood up. White light emerged from behind him. A chubby mouse phantom condensed out and merged with his body. Five soul rings, three yellow and two purple, rose up from his feet. He was actually a soul king. , looked at the young man in front of him coldly.

The breath of the Soul King hit his face, and the young man looked calm, as if he couldn't feel the breath rushing out of the white cat, and asked curiously: "Is this the stronghold of the Holy Spirit Sect? A five-ring Soul King, not bad. "

"Who are you?" Bai Mao's pupils suddenly shrank and he asked vigilantly, his left hand in his sleeve placed on a bulge behind the counter.

There was not a trace of aura on the other party's body. He looked like an ordinary person, but he withstood the pressure of his aura and acted like a normal person. His expression was relaxed. Moreover, the other party actually knew about the Holy Religion?

The white cat sensed a hint of crisis from the tall young man in front of him. Just as he was about to notify the Holy Spirit, a dark token flew out of the young man's hand and hit the counter. The white cat was startled and subconsciously patted the token on the counter. bulge, flew back directly.

"This thing was given to me by a titled Douluo from the Holy Spirit Sect. He asked me to bring it here with him. Is there anything wrong?" came the young man's plain voice. He was none other than Jiang Hai.

The Civilization Research Institute was on the right track, and it was time for him to contact the Holy Spirit Cult. Nearly three years had passed since the last Soul Fighting Competition. His strength had undergone earth-shaking changes, and he was somewhat qualified to go deep into the tiger's den.

The white cat saw the token clearly, his body stopped, his eyes shrank, and a trace of fear appeared the next moment.

Holy Spirit Disciple Token?

Combined with the other party's words, Bai Mao guessed something at once. It can be imagined that the one who could make a Titled Douluo personally send out the Holy Spirit Disciple Token must be a seed genius of the Holy Spirit Church, and the one who found the East Seventh District was undoubtedly the disciple of the Fourth Elder.

"Sir, you are not wrong, please follow me!" Bai Mao's expression suddenly became respectful. After all, he was just a holy servant. The hierarchy in the church was strict. If a small holy servant like him offended the Holy Spirit Church, there would be almost no room for resistance. Moreover, he knew exactly who the people in the church were. Although the young man in front of him looked handsome and elegant, he was able to be personally recruited by the elders. Of course, Bai Mao knew who this person was. If you offend such a big shot, death is often the best outcome.

Jiang Hai nodded and followed Bai Mao up the stairs. The stairs were different. It seemed to be going up, but in fact it was all the way down. After passing through a cold door, a hall appeared in front of him.

"Who is it? Stop." The questioning voice came, and a hint of coldness came.

Two figures wearing white hoods appeared, with a sharp dagger hanging in front of Jiang Hai's throat. The blade was so sharp that if he took another step forward, he could behead him. The other dagger was hanging on Bai Mao's throat.

"Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding..." Bai Mao said hurriedly with a flash of annoyance in his eyes.

He actually forgot about this. He had already issued a warning signal, but it was not lifted.

However, before Bai Mao finished speaking, a powerful momentum rose directly beside him, and a gust of wind blew past.

"What?"

Bai Mao's eyes widened. The dagger hanging in front of Jiang Hai's throat had been broken into pieces, and the body of the Holy Spirit disciple holding the knife flew backwards directly, his chest was sunken, and his breath was as weak as a thread.

Boom!

Soul rings rose from Jiang Hai's feet one by one, three black, one purple, and one red. The dazzling soul rings made the other person subconsciously stop.

Hundred thousand year soul ring! How is this possible?

However, the next moment, a huge black shadow came roaring, and the Great Holy Spirit was frightened and had to use his martial soul and soul skills. A huge bone shield appeared in front of him. When the six soul rings rose one after another, black light had bloomed from the soul rings. A thick layer of black airflow lingered on the bone shield. The airflow flowed at a high speed, and once again built a layer of defense on the bone shield, blocking in front of him. The fifth soul skill, bone body protection.

Boom!

Before the Great Holy Spirit could breathe a sigh of relief, the black shadow had collided with the bone body protection, like a small mountain crashing over. The fifth soul skill of the Great Holy Spirit, the bone body protection, which he was proud of, had been shattered. At this time, the Great Holy Spirit also saw clearly that what was roaring was a heavy and simple copper coffin.

Crack, crack, a huge force came, the bone shield shook, as if it had suffered an irresistible force, countless cracks appeared, the Great Holy Spirit vomited a mouthful of blood, and the whole body flew out.

After the Great Holy Spirit was blown away, the copper coffin also stopped and fell to the ground.

One by one, the black-clothed men wearing hoods rushed over, and the lights of their martial spirits, spirit rings, and spirit guides lit up one after another, locking onto the young man who walked in from the door.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, all misunderstandings, he is not an enemy, he is also a disciple of our Holy Church, and was recruited by the Fourth Elder!" White Cat could no longer stay still at this time. He did not expect that before he could explain, the Great Holy Spirit and the Second Holy Spirit had vomited blood and fell to the ground in a breath, and his life or death was unknown. At the same time, he also felt a little fortunate in his heart. Fortunately, he did not do it, otherwise his fate might be worse, and in the end, the Holy Church would not punish such a terrible guy for a dead person.

White Cat stood up and activated a token. The dark light gathered on the token into an illusory four-character.

"Stop!" A gloomy voice sounded.

"Elder!" White Cat knelt down quickly, and the black-clothed men who surrounded him also stopped after hearing this voice.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in blood-stained clothes came over from the crowd, glanced at the two great and two holy spirits who were lying on the ground indifferently, and his eyes stopped on the five soul rings surrounding Jiang Hai. He actually felt a trace of amazing pressure from the other party, and the elder in blood-stained clothes who knew the inside story was even more shocked.

After a while, the elder in blood-stained clothes had a cold face. He said: "You are late, we have been waiting for you for three years."

"But fortunately, you are here!" The elder in blood-stained clothes showed a smile on his face, like ice and snow melting, which made everyone around him who knew him couldn't help but be surprised. Is this still the elder in blood-stained clothes with a cold face and blood sword?

And who made the elder wait for three years?

Jiang Hai was silent. He had seen this elder in blood-stained clothes three years ago.

"Come with me!" said the elder in blood-stained clothes.