"Huh?"

Tang Sheng waved his right hand lightly, and Yu Xiaogang, who was pressed to the ground, was choked by an invisible hand.

As Tang Sheng's palm slowly raised, Yu Xiaogang also hung in the air, but Yu Xiaogang was a little abnormal.

Under Tang Sheng's strength, Yu Xiaogang was obviously already hanging in the air, but he didn't breathe.

"It's useless, you can't kill me."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes gradually transformed into a hollow dark gray, and the power in his body gradually grew.

Breaking the shackles of the Soul Emperor, he instantly broke through to the Soul Saint, and a gray soul ring was born under his feet.

Immediately after the second and third gray soul rings, in the blink of an eye, Yu Xiaogang reached the Title Douluo level.

"How is it possible, he suddenly became a Title Douluo."

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo immediately surrounded Yu Xiaogang, this thing is a little hidden.

"What about Title Douluo, it's still garbage."

Tang Sheng retracted his long legs and stood up, looking at Yu Xiaogang's hateful eyes, the power in his hand increased again.

Why is this Yu Xiaogang, it doesn't look so simple, could it be that Tang San is dead, he is blackened.

Moreover, the speed of blackening, as well as the progress of strength improvement, is it too fast.

"Don't think that if you are an Extreme Douluo, you can control me."

Yu Xiaogang stretched out his right hand, grabbed Tang Sheng's soul power arm, and pinched it gently, and the soul power suddenly collapsed.

Yu Xiaogang fell to the ground, looking at Bibi Dong on the side, his eyes gradually became obsessed, this should have been his woman.

"Kind of interesting, what the hell are you?"

Tang Sheng was very sure that Yu Xiaogang would definitely get an adventure, otherwise it would be impossible to have such a strong strength.

"Thanks to Elder Tang's two pills, let me enter Title Douluo in one fell swoop."

"After arriving at Title Douluo, my strength has become so strong and strong."

The several soul rings under Yu Xiaogang's feet, the original colors of two yellow, two purple, and two black, have turned into lifeless gray.

"Nasty breath."

Tang Sheng's right hand and sword finger were combined, and a sword qi burst out, nailing Yu Xiaogang to the wall of the main hall, levitating there.

The guards outside heard the movement inside and rushed in one after another, such a big movement, something must have happened.

"Yu Xiaogang, where did you get the confidence to be able to escape in the Martial Spirit Palace?"

A trace of killing intent flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, Yu Xiaogang was really pretending, everything was pretended by him.

Now this gray aura, the energy quality is obviously very high, and he was hit by Tang Sheng's sword, but he was unharmed.

The penetrated body, with bright red blood, dripped down and disappeared in an instant.

It seems that all the blood has returned to Yu Xiaogang's body, and Yu Xiaogang's body has recovered quickly.

"What a powerful recovery ability, old ghost, the two of us tear him apart."

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo stood on both sides of Yu Xiaogang respectively, their soul power surging.

Their soul power turned into a thin long line, drilled into Yu Xiaogang's body, and began to pull desperately.

More than a dozen guards below blocked Yu Xiaogang to death, but on the other hand, there was no wave on Yu Xiaogang's face.

"It's useless, you can't kill me."

Yu Xiaogang's body shook, shaking away Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo, and a gray aura emerged from his hands.

The gray aura entangled all the guards, and a little bit of inhalation, all the guards turned into dry bones.

"Kill them for me."

The guards who had been sucked into the essence were only skinny and bone, and gray flames suddenly burned in their eyes.

Under Yu Xiaogang's operation, many undead guards attacked Ju Douluo and the others.

And Yu Xiaogang, who was nailed to the wall, also broke free from Tang Sheng's sword qi after sucking the essence qi.

"Necromancy?"

Tang Sheng was a little incredulous, according to this day, the undead calamity Iclais hadn't crossed yet.

There are no evil soul masters on this continent, and there is no undead magic, so what is going on with Yu Xiaogang?

"It's worthy of Elder Tang, and he actually knows Neng Necromantic Magic."

The injuries on Yu Xiaogang's body healed quickly, and he had been pretending for so many years, and finally he didn't have to pretend anymore.

Even if he couldn't do anything, so what, with his undead magic, he would kill everyone.

The so-called aliens in this world are nothing more than a minority, and if everyone becomes like that, he will no longer be aliens.

"Sixth Soul Technique, Jin Rui Fanliuxia."

The chrysanthemum in Ju Douluo's hand exploded, turning into countless petals and cutting towards those undead guards.

Countless sharp petals guarded these low-level undead, leaving only broken bones and minced meat.

is just a jade Xiaogang, and he still wants to commit murder in the Martial Spirit Palace, he is afraid that he is impatient and wants to die.

"The third soul skill, the rebirth of the undead."

The third gray soul ring under Yu Xiaogang's feet suddenly shone brightly, and countless gray breaths drilled into the pile of bones in front of him.

Those dead guards reorganized into undead guards again, and pushed them towards Tang Sheng and the others.

"Tang Sheng, let me go and kill them."

Bibi Dong gritted his teeth, ready to kill Yu Xiaogang by himself, and it can be regarded as an understanding of his past.

"Dong'er, you can't kill him."

Tang Sheng grabbed Bibi Dong, no wonder Yu Xiaogang dared to break into the Martial Spirit Hall alone, isn't it because Qiandaoliu is not here.

If a thousand streams are in the Martial Spirit Palace, how dare this waste break in, the purifying light and purifying fire of the angels are the nemesis of the undead.

"Pure necromancy, and really think of yourself as Icles?"

Tang Sheng took out the Zhuxian Sword, ready to let Yu Xiaogang feel the charm of the Zhuxian Sword, and the undead magic, he dared to be presumptuous in front of him.

"Well, I'm going to kill you today."

Yu Xiaogang stared at Tang Sheng with hatred, if it weren't for Tang Sheng, he would most likely awaken Bibi Dong's feelings for him.

In this way, he devoured Bibi Dong and made his strength grow above level 95 in an instant.

Devouring his beloved, the art of the undead is a masterpiece, his strength is comparable to that of a demigod, and even the gods can't kill him.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Taixu Bone Dragon."

As Yu Xiaogang's voice sounded, the ninth soul ring under his feet suddenly flew into the sky, covering the entire Martial Spirit Hall.

The large black circle with a diameter of 10,000 feet attracted everyone's attention.

Tang Sheng's face was extremely ugly, Yu Xiaogang was establishing an abyss passage to summon powerful undead from another world.

Yu Xiaogang in the Pope's Palace had disappeared, and he appeared above the sky, followed by Tang Sheng.

"Ju Douluo, you have dealt with these things."

"I'll help Tang Sheng."

Bibi Dong also followed, leaving only Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo to destroy these undead again.

Without the support of Yu Xiaogang's gray aura, these undead souls of the Soul Venerable were torn to pieces by the two Titled Douluo.

This time, the undead did not recover again, and Ju Douluo and the two followed.

The huge movement outside attracted all the powerhouses of the Martial Spirit Hall, until a crisp roar came out in the large gray circle of abyss passages.

The dragon chant was shocked, and Tang Sheng was suspended in the air, looking at the gray raindrops falling from the sky.

Those raindrops were all dead air, condensed by countless corpses, and Yu Xiaogang would have long since disappeared.

"Roar."

A hundred-foot huge head poked out from the large gray circle, and above the dragon's head, there was not the slightest flesh, only pure bones.

The faint gray flames on the dragon's eye, as well as the strength comparable to that of a demigod, were beyond the reach of countless Titled Douluo.