A total of twenty-nine level nine-level soul-guided artillery shells broke through the barrier of space and led him to escape from the shackles of Qiankun Wenqing Valley, but the huge destructive power also affected the undead half-plane.

He did not come back through the Gate of the Undead.

Douluo Continent, Qiankun Inquiry Valley, the undead half-plane is like a three-story building. The second floor of Qiankun Inquiry Valley was destroyed, and the third floor of the undead half-plane lost its support. Huo Yuhao and others inside were thrown back to Douluo Continent through the space crack.

In addition to them, there are some undead creatures.

Skeletons, lichs...they wander aimlessly under instinct.

Huo Yuhao lay on the ground and gasped, with little soul power left on his body.

But he was laughing, and he never felt so happy in his heart.

At this moment, a familiar miserable voice rang in the air in front of him.

"Son, why!"

It was a purple-black figure, which was Feng Ling, the deputy leader of the Holy Spirit Sect.

"You are not dead yet!"

Huo Yuhao widened his eyes, unable to believe it.

That is enough to penetrate the space and shake the destructive power of the gods! How could Feng Ling survive the explosion!

Feng Ling was extremely weak at this moment and was not much better than him.

She staggered to Huo Yuhao and asked over and over again: "Son of the Holy Son, why!"

Huo Yuhao quickly thought of the reason.

Phoenix is ​​nirvana and is reborn in the fire.

Phoenix Martial Soul with strong bloodlines has a chance to obtain such soul skills or characteristics.

The owner of the Phoenix Martial Soul can survive a great catastrophe of death and obtain a second life through the characteristics of Nirvana.

And after Nirvana, their state will also be extremely weak.

The first explosion of the first level nine-level fixed-mounted soul guide shell did not directly kill Feng Ling, but she killed her in the second explosion, but she was even reborn through the effect of Phoenix Nirvana.

Feng Ling is already crazy, her disheveled hair, her crazy mental state, and her current weak and listless strength make her hysterical.

She turned her gaze to the undead creatures around her and limped over. She wanted to quickly recover her strength by absorbing and devouring these undead creatures.

Huo Yuhao's face turned cold and he struggled to get up. Suddenly, he detected a familiar breath not far ahead, which was Huo Qiuer.

Huo Qiuer's face and right arm were also covered with blood. Although he relied on the undead semi-plane to avoid the impact of the explosion, he was also injured due to the shattering of the space and was thrown not far from Huo Yuhao.

The two looked at each other tacitly and rushed towards Feng Ling at the same time.

A shrill sound of phoenix sounded, Feng Ling swallowed two skeletons and actually recovered some strength. The last soul power burst out, shaking Huo Yuhao and the others at the same time.

After all, she is a level 97 super Douluo, and these undead creatures are her best tonic.

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"Social Son, Saint, why!" Feng Ling stared at Huo Yuhao and Huo Qiuer, his voice hoarse.

Huo Yuhao said coldly: "I want to thank you for helping me prepare such an isolated place and catch all the Holy Spirit Church in one place."

He and Huo Qiuer stood side by side, and their soul powers merged again, quickly recovering for Huo Yuhao.

The golden dragon spear was already held in Huo Qiuer's hand, and the two of them slowly walked towards Feng Ling.

Swish-

A dazzling light burst out from Huo Yuhao and Huo Qiuer, illuminating the ruins of the West Mountain under the night.

It is another martial soul fusion technique, but unlike the golden dragon summoned earlier, the martial soul fusion technique used by the two at this moment is golden.

Golden Dragon Martial Soul and Necrotic Holy Dharma God.

This light is very similar to the afterglow that Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong used, and is equally brilliant, brilliant and dazzling.

Even the names are very similar.

setting sun.

But unlike the afterglow, the light released by the setting sun is missing, and there is a little more chill and solemnity, just like the bleak sunset after autumn, silently proclaiming the coming winter.

The raging cold wind roared in the ruins of the West Mountain, as if it was about to blow away the soul like a heartbreaking person.

Feng Ling's body was already extremely moved, so she could only watch Huo Yuhao and Huo Qiuer slowly approaching him.

sulfuric acid--

The golden dragon spear mercilessly pierced Feng Ling's chest, and a layer of gray light appeared on Huo Yuhao's right hand, grabbing Feng Ling's face.

Feng Ling's vitality and soul were swallowed by the golden dragon spear and Huo Yuhao in Huo Qiuer's hands.

The setting sun is like frost, and the world is painted in the painting workshop, dyeing all things with autumn colors.

The west wind is like a bandit, and regards the universe as a hunting ground to plunder the aura of all living beings.

Feng Ling's body and soul were trembling in fear, but at the end of her strength, she was no longer able to resist and could only wait for the arrival of death helplessly.

She used all her last strength to scream in despair.

"Yan Shaozhe, I hate it so much-"

In the last moment of her life, she did not call on her parents because she had no parents.

She didn't call her nominal husband Zhongliwu, because she didn't love him at all.

What she called out was her lover who was seventy years ago.

That is the root of all the pain in her destiny.

The deputy leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, the 97th-level super Douluo Fengling, fell, and turned into ashes flying and dispersing with the wind, turning into the soul power of Huo Yuhao and Huo Qiuer.

The vitality and soul power of a super Douluo are better than the most advanced bottle in the world. The two soul emperors both broke through the level 70 level at this moment.

At this point, all the high-level members of the Holy Spirit Cult who entered the secret realm of the West Mountain were destroyed.

Huo Yuhao suddenly smiled, and he slowly turned his gaze to Huo Qiuer, and a joke appeared in his left eye under the broken goggles.

"Since ancient times, I have been sad and lonely in autumn."

Huo Qiuer subconsciously opened her mouth: "I..."

She stopped just after saying the first word. Because she knew that if she really took the other person's words, she would be expressing her identity.

Huo Qiuer paused and laughed too. She no longer cared about so much. She raised the golden dragon spear in her hand and pointed it straight into the night sky, shouting loudly.

"I say autumn is better than spring."

Huo Yuhao sneered again, took out the soul guide's cigarette and took two puffs.

He felt that everything in his life was full of coincidences.

Someone is secretly manipulating his destiny, and there is an invisible force helping him fight.

If he hadn't met Gao Dalou by chance and introduced him to Mingde Hall, and when Mingde Hall was attacked, he risked the thirty nine-level fixed-mounted soul guide shells, he would definitely not be able to escape from the Qiankun Wenqing Valley now.

Even gods are afraid of the power of thirty level nine-level soul-guided shells.

The sun and the moon are reset, and the universe is right.

The lake water cuts off and the green mountains change color.

The blue light shines through the sun and the moon city, and the thunder breaks the night of the Mingdu.

The rustling cold wind whistled by, and the jade rabbit sank to the west and the golden crow fell.

Huo Yuhao only felt that some shackles had disappeared, and a heroic feeling arose in his heart.

He shouted to the sky: "Hold the sun and the moon in your hand to pick the stars, there is no such person as self in the world."

"Do you think you can sleep with me? Ah?"

Under the night sky covered by green light, young girls jointly created an intertwined fate with their blood.

Huo Yuhao clenched his fist with his right hand and hit his chest suddenly, as if he was about to exhale all the resentment in his heart that he had suppressed so far.

"I am indeed a rebellious person. I used to disobey patriarchal power and now I disobey imperial power. I don't mind continuing to disobey the divine power in the future."

"Don't worry, I'll go up to you when I finish dealing with the matter on the mainland!"

This is the boy's struggle against fate, or the Ice Emperor on the earth declared war on the sea god in the sky.

Although he was looking up, Huo Yuhao's eyes were full of contempt.

The unyielding roar resounded throughout the ruins of the West Mountain, and was to be spread to heaven, saying to the gods in heaven.

"Qiankun Ask Love Valley? Ah?"

"Pedding on the yin and yang to determine the universe,"

"I am respected until now!"

It should be gone tonight, I will take a good time.

You may not believe it. A year ago, I had this plot in my mind first, and then the whole book...
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