For Haotian Sect, which was once the first sect in the world, some people envy, some people hate, and some people don't care.

But no matter what kind of emotion, when Haotian Sect was still dominating on the mainland, everyone's impression of Haotian Sect was just two words: domineering and unreasonable.

And when seven bald people wearing prison uniforms appeared in the Fighting Soul Arena and carrying the words "Haotian Sect Evil Soul Master Tang Xiao" and "Haotian Sect Evil Soul Master Accessory Tang Yuehua" on their backs, they appeared in everyone's eyes.

Everyone feels about them in the same two words: they deserve it and they deserve it.

Including Ning Fengzhi, who once shouted "the same qi and branches of the three sects" one day, and Yu Yuanzhen, who was still trembling on the side.

This is an evil soul master, it's too late to cut, how can there be time to be sentimental.

After all, there was also a group of Templar Protectors of the Martial Spirit Hall beside the seven Haotian Sect Evil Soul Masters in front, as well as the four middle-aged and elderly men in front of them.

The Cardinal Salas of the Heaven Dou Martial Soul Temple, Hu Yanzhen, the newly promoted Sect Master of the Three Sects, the Death God Douluo Walt, who is uncertain in Heaven Dou City, and the ninety-ninth level Extreme Douluo, and the second of the Martial Soul Hall are dedicated to the Golden Crocodile Douluo Heavenly Crocodile.

But if you show a little sentimentality, it won't be fun to be detained as an accomplice of the evil soul master.

Even if there was a "Moon Xuan Xuan Lord" who had been good at dancing in Heaven Dou City with long sleeves among these seven people, no one dared to show sympathy, and at most they sighed in their hearts that the Martial Spirit Hall really didn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

Next, the seven Haotian Sect Evil Soul Masters were escorted to the ring in the center of the square by the Guardian Knights, and the four people from the Martial Spirit Hall who walked in front walked to the VIP stage, and then Ning Fengzhi and other Heavenly Dou City locals dragged their bodies that had not yet eased up, and greeted them again.

This time it was longer than Camelot and his party, after all, they were all old foxes who were used to social occasions.

I saw the golden crocodile pat Yu Yuanzhen's shoulder, and then patted Sword Douluo's shoulder, sighing that it was good to be young, while encouraging the two of them.

"The old man and Walter can make another breakthrough at such an age, and you have to work hard."

"The lesson of our predecessors is that we should continue to work hard."

Sword Douluo and Yu Yuanzhen tugged at the corners of their mouths while looking like they were humbly accepting the teachings. People are really older than them, and their strength is stronger than them, so what else can they do except say good things.

"Okay, the old man has an old bone, you can't bear to let the old man stand, let's sit down and talk."

After speaking, the crocodile walked to the VIP stage by himself, looking like I was the host.

The three people of the Martial Spirit Hall also followed the crocodile to the VIP stage, leaving Tiandou and his party to look at each other.

Then he smiled wryly and walked to the VIP stage.

"Under the crown of the crocodile, Fengzhi will introduce you to ......"

"No need, the old man knows everything." The golden crocodile raised his hand to stop Ning Fengzhi's introduction and sat next to Di Tian.

"......" Ning Fengzhi choked, how do you feel that you extreme powerhouses don't seem to live in the same world as us.

But he didn't continue to say anything, how did the limit know the limit, it seemed that there was no need to tell him.

He just sat next to the golden crocodile, ready to set it off, after all, compared to Camelot, no matter how ruthless the Wuhun Hall is, it can be regarded as a traditional soul master, and it can be regarded as a camp with himself.

"Your Majesty the Golden Crocodile, why haven't you seen Your Majesty the Holy Feather Crown?" Ning Fengzhi glanced around and asked pretending to be surprised.

The reason why Qian Lingxue, an angelic martial spirit, appeared in Heaven Dou City, they both knew each other, and there was no reason why this kind of opening ceremony should not appear.

"Sect Master Ning, what's the hurry, Xue'er will be here soon." The crocodile was expressionless, and he didn't give Ning Feng too much of a good face.

It's just that out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Qianning Frost, who seemed to be resting against Gu Yuena, but there was a trace of crying and laughing in his heart.

"It's still a lot of frost."

Then he looked into the square, at the seven prisoners standing in the center of the ring, and there was no trace of pity in his eyes.

Haotian Sect, who dominated the world many years ago and once forced the Wuhun Hall into a predicament;

Haotian Sect, who has endured for many years in the trajectory of fate, and finally earned all the fame and benefits in the world and did not lose his life, will usher in its end today.

There is nothing but the dregs of this world that cannot be handled, and the killing.

Outside of Tang Chen, there is no Haotian Sect, no Haotian Hammer!

"Bang!"

The Templar in the ring drew the death cards from the backs of the seven Necromancer prisoners and threw them on the ground, then kicked them to their knees while making them look straight ahead.

After that, there was no movement, as if waiting for something.

"Are you finally free?"

Tang Xiao, the former head of a sect, looked at the noisy and angry crowd in front of him, without any feeling of shame or anger.

Because the years in the blood prison have consumed too many of his emotions, what resentment, anger, ambition, hatred, sect, reputation, he can't think about these anymore.

All he was left with was numbness and a luxury.

- Death.

He had never felt death so wonderful, so undesirable.

Then he looked at Tang Yuehua, who was also kneeling beside him.

Evil soul masters are not human at the moral level, but they are still human at the physiological level, they still have human emotions, and he Tang Xiao is naturally the same.

So he still has feelings for his brothers and sisters, even deeply.

"It's a pity that Yuehua has a good year, but it's better to get rid of it early."

Then he looked out of his eyes at a Templar standing aside holding a box.

He knew what was in the box, he had seen it, and Tang Yuehua was still crying at that time.

That was the head of his second brother Tang Hao.

"I really envy Brother Hao, I can be relieved so early.

"If only Brother Hao could be liberated earlier, then Yuehua and I could also be liberated earlier.

"Brother Hao, don't blame my brother for being ruthless, sometimes death is really a relief, a kind of happiness.

"The same is true for you.

"Without grandpa, Brother Hao, you will die in the hands of the Wuhun Hall sooner or later.

"After the fact that the evil soul master of Haotian Sect was exposed in the eyes of the world, there was no point in talking about Haotian Sect's dream, and Brother Hao, you had no meaning outside.

"And I understand how guilty and tormented you should have been over the years, Brother Hao, after all, I have a lot of torment and guilt.

"The original design to kill Ah Yin was an eternal pain for our brothers, and I love Ah Yin very much.

"You've been wanting to be liberated for a long time, so it's okay, everyone can be liberated.

"I just don't know where Brother Hao and Ah Yin's child are, I hope he doesn't have the Haotian Hammer Martial Soul, so that he can live without risk."

Retracting his gaze from all around, Tang Xiao ended the memories in his heart, and looked ahead, looking at the people of the Martial Spirit Hall in the VIP seat.

He had another doubt, why didn't the Martial Spirit Hall do it yet?

What can be solved by cutting off one's own head with one sword, what is the Wuhun Hall waiting for?

Then he heard a strange singing, a song that sounded throughout the Fighting Arena, a singing that silenced the entire Fighting Arena.

It's a strange singing voice for the Douluo people. @·error-free start~~

They couldn't understand what was being said in the song, it was a language they hadn't heard before.

I can't tell what kind of instrument the song is played.

But none of them asked, just listened quietly, no one laughed anymore, no one made any more noise.

Because the female voice sung in the song is full of solemnity and sacredness.

The song is like an epic, like a hymn!