Ling Bai looked at Tang Si and Tang Wu, who were grunting and making soul guides below, or to be more precise, the skin-covered version of Huo Yuhao and the vegetable head.
The Tang Sect relied on soul guides to revive, and the production of soul guides required a large amount of rare metals, so they set their sights on the Mingdu Soul Guide Elite Competition.
The winner of each round of the Soul Instructor Competition will receive a generous reward of rare metals, and winning the championship on behalf of the Xishui League is an enormous fortune. The benefits are tempting, so it is normal for the two to choose to take risks.
Huo Yuhao and Cai Tou had undergone extreme individual training in the Shrek Soul Guidance Department, and had some skills in martial arts, and were excellent in disguise. Even Nangong Wan, the Evil Douluo, was unable to find any clues.
Ling Bai did not mean to despise Nangong Wan at all, because he had very low psychological expectations of Nangong Wan. Another time and space was outrageous.
Huo Yuhao absorbed too much of the Extreme Frost Spring and only his right hand could move. He had to run between the Soul Master Competition and the Soul Guidance Competition in a wheelchair, and he displayed his external soul bone, the Dark Gold Terror Claw, in both competitions.
Such a prominent feature can be hidden. Ling Bai no longer holds hope in the intelligence of Xishui League and Nangong Wan's IQ. They are just a bunch of idiots who only care about getting something for nothing.
"Brother Siyu, it looks like Tang Wu wants to make a bet with Lao San's apprentice."
Nangong Wan said with interest that Huo Yuhao and Soul Guide No. 98 walked towards the notary office together. The former's bet was the ninth-level soul guide Red Dust Blessing, and the latter's bet was the Dark Azure Dragon, which was ranked fifty-ninth on the list of engraving knives.
"Who do you think will win, Brother Nangong?"
"Both disciples were trained by the third elder himself. Although the evil soul masters are not very talented, their soul guide talents are extraordinary. A level 6 soul guide in his twenties is more than capable of entering Mingde Hall. Tang Wu's cultivation is only at the level of a soul king, so he is definitely not a match for the third elder's disciple."
Nangong Wan paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered that Ling Bai seemed to be interested in Huo Yuhao. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I don't know much about soul guides. We were just chatting casually. Tang Wu is someone you value, so he should have some hidden skills."
Ling Bai smiled but said nothing. Whether Huo Yuhao could defeat the disciple of Nether Thunder Douluo had nothing to do with him. He only cared about how many Sky Dream Ice Silkworm Origins he could take away next.
The six-winged angel is short of the first and second spirit rings to achieve the full 100,000-year achievement.
On the Soul Guidance Competition stage, the two men finished making their soul guides and began to fight. They attacked each other back and forth, and finally Huo Yuhao was more skilled and defeated Soul Guide No. 98, winning the bet of the Dark Azure Dragon Ranking Carving Knife.
Soul Master No. 98 knelt down in disbelief. He could never have imagined that he would lose to a Level 5 Soul Master.
At this moment, the dome of the No. 1 suspended VIP room was lifted up, and a handsome white-haired old man walked out of the air with a kind smile on his face. It was easy to feel good about him when meeting him for the first time.
"Second Uncle! Second Uncle, save me!"
Number 98 threw himself at Nangong Wan's feet as if grabbing a life-saving straw, pointed at Huo Yuhao and said with tears streaming down his face:
"He used despicable means to trick the Dark Azure Dragon away. Teacher will never forgive me!"
Nangong Wan glanced at the audience of the Soul Guidance Competition without leaving a trace, kicked No. 98 away, and laughed:
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and give the bet to this young friend. We in Xishui League have always been honest and trustworthy and will never do anything that betrays our trust!"
"Yes, leader!"
After the Xishui leader spoke, the notary judge did not dare to delay and came before Huo Yuhao to return the Red Dust Protection and the Dark Azure Dragon.
"Number 66 Tang Wu, number 88 Tang Si, number 96 Huang Zheng, the three of you will represent Xishui League in the finals of the Soul Guidance Competition."
There were many people around at the moment, and Nangong Wan was concerned about the Xishui Alliance's reputation and could not target Huo Yuhao maliciously. He pretended to be pleased and congratulated the three people.
A black figure floated down silently and stood beside Nangong Wan with his hands behind his back. The moment he saw his face clearly, He Caitou's heart tightened. Huo Yuhao's enthusiasm immediately cooled, and the excitement of getting a Dark Azure Dragon disappeared in an instant.
Death Prison Douluo!
His throat heaved as Huo Yuhao swallowed hard. The name Xishui League overlapped with Ye Xishui's, so he guessed that it might be a subordinate force of the Holy Spirit Church.
The reason why he chose Xishui League as the entry point for the Soul Guide Competition was to take the opportunity to investigate the details of the Holy Spirit Church. In his opinion, an underground force would not be taken seriously by the Holy Spirit Church. Who would have thought that Death Prison Douluo, the deputy leader of the Holy Spirit, would come in person!
"Tang Wu, you are a rising star with a promising future."
Ling Bai spoke softly.
Death Prison Douluo attaches great importance to Tang Wu!
Everyone present was filled with emotion. He Caitou was worried about Huo Yuhao. Being valued by a super evil Douluo was a matter of fortune and misfortune. Once he gained trust, it would be a thorn in the side of the Holy Spirit Church.
Huang Zheng looked at Huo Yuhao with envy, jealousy and hatred. The two Ultimate Douluos and the leader Zhongli Wu were out, and the Holy Spirit Sect was now ruled by the deputy leader, Death Prison Douluo. Countless evil spirit masters dreamed of currying favor with him, but in the end, an outsider got the upper hand! ?
Feeling the different looks around him, Huo Yuhao wanted to cry but had no tears. He didn't believe that Death Prison Douluo valued him. He was clearly choosing him!
Hehe, I recognized you~
Come on up quickly!
For the next quarter of an hour, the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm hid in the sea of consciousness and trembled. Huo Yuhao was in a state of confusion and had no idea how to get out of the Youthful Hotel.
Taking a deep breath of the cold night air, Huo Yuhao tried his best to remain calm, forced a smile and said:
"Second Brother, please go back to the hotel first. I want to walk around alone."
"Okay, be safe."
He Caitou seemed to still be immersed in the fear of facing Death Prison Douluo. After giving him a reminder, he turned around and left without any doubt.
Huo Yuhao stood there and watched He Caitou disappear. His fists clenched unconsciously, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged out like little snakes.
He knew that guy must be lurking in the dark, and he could not escape from that nightmarish evil demon, so he simply ensured the safety of his second senior brother and stayed behind to face it alone.
"You are quite tactful, Tang Wu. Oh no, it's Huo Yuhao from Shrek Academy."
The evil figure of Death Prison Douluo walked out of the shadows, staring at Huo Yuhao with burning eyes.
A faint smell of blood wafted through the air where Huo Yuhao
was walking
. Huo Yuhao's nails dug into his flesh and blood. Only the pain could prevent him from revealing any flaws in front of Death Prison Douluo.
Seeing this, Ling Bai smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, we are actually very predestined.
The first time we saw it was in the Far North, the second time in Xingluo City, the third time in Mingde Hall, the fourth time on the road from Maple Leaf City to Shrek, and the fifth time was at Xishuimeng Qingse Hotel.
The last three times I saw you generously give me some gifts, this time should be no exception."
"Two...two hundred thousand years?"
Huo Yuhao's lips trembled, like a young wife who was about to be humiliated but still clenched her teeth.
"No, no, no."
Ling Bai stretched out a hand, opened his five slender fingers, and then clenched them instantly, with the word greed clearly written on his face:
"I want them all!"
The origin of the 500,000-year-old Heavenly Dream was caught in one fell swoop!
The first two soul rings of the 200,000-year-old advanced six-winged angel, and the other 300,000-year-old amplified seventh snow emperor soul ring!
The seven hundred thousand year old Snow Emperor soul ring superimposed on the three hundred thousand year old Heavenly Dream origin, soaring straight up, the million year old angel's true body!
"No!"
The Tianmeng Ice Silkworm screamed and condensed into a spiritual body: "This is my last source of power. If I give it all to you, I will have nothing left!"
Ling Bai snapped his fingers, and the gate of the undead filled with the breath of death rose up, and the Death Prison Bone Dragon stepped out of it step by step. The dragon's might was overwhelming, and it locked onto a man and a silkworm in an instant.
"Even if you have nothing, at least you can survive.
If a person is gone, everything is gone. You have lived through millions of years and call yourself the king of soul beasts. You should understand this truth."
"Two hundred thousand years, and you let us go."
The Tianmeng Ice Silkworm insisted that it wanted to leave a spark of fire for Huo Yuhao.
"Five hundred thousand years. If you give it, you will live." Ling Bai said in a cold tone that did not allow for argument. "If you don't give it, you will die!"
The Death Prison Bone Dragon seemed to have a telepathic connection with Ling Bai. It opened its bloody mouth, and its knife-like fangs flashed with icy light. Its huge dragon body slowly approached Huo Yuhao.
Under the dragon's might, Huo Yuhao's expression was painful and his body was shaking. Tianmeng Ice Silkworm said sternly:
"Death Prison Douluo, aren't you afraid that I will self-destruct? Five hundred thousand years of spiritual essence is enough to drag you to hell together!"
"You can give it a try." Ling Bai said indifferently, "I let you go before because I was afraid of your million-year spiritual essence.
Today I really don't believe that a mere 500,000-year-old origin can do anything to me!"
The six-winged angel's spiritual power ranks among the top among all the martial souls in Douluo Continent, but it is not as good as the specialized spiritual attribute martial souls.
Ling Bai has been continuously improving his mental power over the years. After absorbing the Wangchuanqiushui Dew, his mental power broke through to the Titled Douluo and even Super Douluo level.
Moreover, Ling Bai was wearing a ninth-level spiritual defense soul guide, the Thousand Charms Fox Face, the core of which was the soul bone of the head of a hundred thousand year old Thousand Charms Fox. It also had the additional skill of the Spirit Wall, which could defend against spiritual attacks.
Not to mention the dragon will contained in the Dragon King's Crown. With the two Dragon Kings guarding the spiritual sea, a half-crippled Tianmeng Ice Silkworm couldn't make much waves, so Ling Bai no longer restrained himself and bared his cold fangs to his prey.
"You...I..."
The spirit of Tianmeng Ice Silkworm was dumbfounded for a moment. It would cut for 100,000 years today and 200,000 years tomorrow to get a good night's sleep. However, the power of the origin is limited, and the desires of Death Prison Douluo are unlimited, even to the point of subversion.
Looking at the Death Prison Douluo who had torn off his disguise, Huo Yuhao's face turned pale. Perhaps he should just stay in Shrek Academy and not go out.
"Remember to self-destruct thoroughly, and don't let me catch any trace of your two souls.
The Holy Spirit Church has countless ways to torture souls. I swear in the name of Death Prison Douluo that you will suffer through them one by one! Suffer the torture of soul refining every day! "
Ling Bai struck while the iron was hot and added some ingredients. The Tianmeng Ice Silkworm trembled all over, as if it had foreseen the tragic scene of its soul being captured by Ling Bai and the soul lamp being lit. Its fearless spirit was immediately extinguished, and its eyes flickered as it said,
"Death Prison Douluo, we want peace of mind. If I give you the power of the origin of 500,000 years, what if you turn against me?"
As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. Tianmeng Ice Silkworm finally compromised.
As the saying goes, the older you get, the more you fear death. The Tianmeng Ice Silkworm has lived for millions of years and is extremely eager for eternal life.
When a group of ferocious beasts in the Xingdou Great Forest surrounded it in a circle and sucked it wildly, the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm did not self-destruct. It can be said that as long as there is hope of survival, the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm will not die together.
It still wanted to carve out a niche with Huo Yuhao, and one day receive the favor of the gods, and return to the Far North to proudly invite the Ice Emperor to accompany it!
Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's face showed a human-like pleading, and Huo Yuhao also blinked and looked at Ling Bai.
"If you want peace of mind...then you can just bet on my character."
Your character?
The man and the silkworm were petrified instantly.
What are you talking about?
The evil soul master... has a bad character!
Of course, the inner thoughts cannot be told to outsiders, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm flattered:
"Lord Death Prison is extremely talented. With my million-year-old essence, you will surely become a god and live forever in the future!"
"If you can talk, talk more."
"Uh…" Tianmeng Bingcan Fly rubbed his hands, "Yuhao and I are just two small characters. We self-destructed just to amuse you. Please don't bear grudges.
Is this okay? I will give you the five hundred thousand year old origin, but I will place a layer of spiritual mark on the origin power. If you do not remove this mark and absorb it forcefully, my origin power will explode.
The two of us will return to Mingyue Hotel, and then I will disperse the spiritual imprint..."
"Still don't believe me?" Ling Bai raised his eyebrows.
Tianmeng Ice Silkworm shook his head frantically: "No, no, no, it's just a guarantee... a guarantee..."
"As you said, you know the consequences of playing tricks."
This is the bottom line of the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm. Continuing to force it might really arouse its desire to fight for its life. The most important thing is to get the 500,000-year origin. With the remaining strength of the two of them, they can no longer pose a threat to Ling Bai.
"Alas! Alas!"
The response of Tianmeng Ice Silkworm was like the servile beeping of a eunuch in the imperial palace. The five golden rings on its body broke away and flew towards Ling Bai.
"Um?"
Ling Bai and Huo Yuhao were suddenly startled at the same time. With the loss of all the essence of the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, Huo Yuhao felt as if something mysterious was being taken away from his body. He stretched out his hand eagerly to retain it. On the other hand, Ling Bai keenly realized that he had something extra.
Invisible and intangible, but real.
After taking one last reluctant look at the source of power, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm urged the dazed Huo Yuhao to run as fast as possible. A few minutes later, the spiritual mark on the golden ring dissipated.
Ling Bai asked Alex to check it several times and confirmed that everything was safe before putting it into the sea of consciousness. Tianmeng Ice Silkworm did not dare to do anything.
"Very familiar, as if I've touched it before..."
Ling Bai squinted his eyes and recalled, and a person gradually came to his mind.
In the sky villa of Mingyue Hotel, Ling Qiuxi sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating and practicing quietly. Suddenly, he opened his golden eyes, leaped up with the wild aura of a ferocious beast, and punched the black shadow in front of him.
"It's me."
Ling Bai caught Ling Qiuxi's fist with one hand. With a difference of twenty levels in soul power, even a violent golden dragon couldn't struggle.
"You're crazy. Standing in front of someone's bed so late at night." Ling Qiuxi retracted his dragon fist speechlessly.
"There's something only you can give me the answer to."
"Oh, what is it?"
Ling Qiuxi looked over curiously; she was intrigued by Ling Bai.
Ling Bai took Ling Qiuxi's warm hand, and the sacred soul power of the six-winged angel was injected into his body, circulating for a cycle.
"Do you feel it?" Ling Bai asked softly.
"You, you, you!!!"
Ling Qiuxi said the word "you" three times in a row, and her expression became extremely wonderful, with shock, excitement, and an indescribable complexity.
"The power of destiny...
How come you have the same fate as me? It never happened before!"