One day, under the ground of Mingdu, the main altar of the Holy Spirit Sect.

"Hurry up, the Eighth Elder is already impatient."

Dressed in black robes and masks, the Holy Spirit Sect disciple who was shrouded in long-distance running shouted in a deep voice.

In the dim corridor, the sound of chains colliding came and went, and from time to time there were oozing howls.

In the corridor, prisoners dressed in prison clothes and with thin yellow faces were bound by iron chains, walking in a daze.

As if they were immersed in some kind of illusion, from time to time they were talking nonsense, and some of the prisoners who let out a terrible howl turned their heads thin and fell to the ground unconscious.

The Holy Spirit Sect disciple quickly stepped forward and said, "Eighth Elder, the person has brought it. ”

The one known as the Eight Elders was also a person who was shrouded in black robes and did not show up at all.

The martial soul is the eighth elder of the Nightmare Demon, and he has cultivated to the ninety-first level control system Title Douluo, he has just become an elder, and he is the lowest senior of the eight elders.

The cultivation of evil soul masters generally grows the fastest in the early and middle stages, and their strength is terrifying, and they can defeat many people, but in the later stage, their cultivation progress is much slower than that of ordinary soul masters, so there are very few evil soul masters who can cultivate to the Title Douluo level.

The Eighth Elder likes to devour people's spiritual power the most, and when he stays in the main altar on weekdays, he always orders people to go to the prison in Mingdu to bring back some prisoners for him to smoke.

"There aren't many soul masters in this batch of prisoners, the quality is too poor."

The Eighth Elder smashed his mouth and said in a low voice.

In the dark corridors, the bodies of the prisoners were scattered.

With a wave of his hand, the corpses shed their flesh and blood one after another, turning into dry bones.

The surrounding walls and the ground creeped strangely, swallowing the dry bones one after another.

In the underground of this Ming capital, I don't know how many prisoners' dry bones are buried.

The Holy Spirit Sect disciple trembled and leaned against the wall, although he had seen the Eighth Elder suck ** divine power several times, but every time he almost broke his fear.

The Eighth Elder looked at him like that, and laughed: "Don't worry, I won't kill you." ”

The black-clothed disciple knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, and hurriedly said, "Elder, I'll go down first." ”

Just as he got up, congratulating himself for having escaped again, the voice of the Eighth Elder suddenly rang out.

He said: "I heard that you recently married a wife in Mingdu, and you look good." ”

The black-clothed disciple's body trembled.

His martial soul is not very evil compared to the others in the main altar, it is not easy to be discovered, and his strength is not weak, and he has the level of a soul emperor.

He is Chinese New Year's Eve years old today, and he is only a congenital first-level soul power qualification, relying on the evil martial soul to get to this point, which is nothing compared to those heavenly pride, but when he is put outside, he can be regarded as a first-class powerhouse.

He has his own forces in Mingdu, and there are many such small forces in Mingdu, and there are a large number of such small forces under the command of the Holy Spirit Sect to cover up the various activities of the Holy Spirit Sect.

It is often said that he stands at thirty, and as the leader of a small force, he can be regarded as having a head and face outside, and it is not a very strange thing to be liked.

He is also used to having women come to him, for him this is just play, an evil soul master, where would he expect any love and family?

But Xiaoyu is different, she was chased and killed at the beginning, but she saved herself......

Light rain, light rain must not ......

The black-clothed disciple whose body trembled looked at the Eighth Elder and clenched his fists.

The Eighth Elder, who was already quite sensitive to spiritual power, laughed, "Your new wife is called Xiaoyu, right, I've already asked someone to invite her." ”

The black-clothed disciple raised his head suddenly, his green eyes were like snakes, and pieces of cyan snake scales began to emerge from under his skin.

"Yo, the martial spirit is possessed."

With a smile in his tone, the Eighth Elder looked at the four soul rings of white, three, yellow, and purple on the black-clothed disciple, and sneered in a low voice: "The Soul Emperor who doesn't even have a black soul ring, you are really a waste, and your cultivation is all about devouring other people's flesh and blood." ”

The black-clothed disciple said angrily, "What happened to you Xiaoyu? ”

The Eighth Elder walked up to the black-clothed disciple and lightly pressed the black-clothed disciple's head with his thin palm.

The black-clothed disciple suddenly found that he couldn't move, his soul power couldn't be used, his soul skills couldn't be used, and he couldn't even move his tongue to say a word.

The Eighth Elder took a deep sniff of the rotten and moist air underground, and said, "This is the smell, anger and despair, it is simply too tempting. ”

Behind the Eighth Elder, a black demon stretched out its claws and tore out the soul of the black-clothed disciple from his head.

He laughed and said, "I lied to you, I didn't move your wife, how about it, am I too merciful?"

In exchange for my rare kindness, give me your soul! ”

The Eighth Elder opened his mouth, and the black monster arm pinched the soul of the black-clothed disciple, as if it were stuffed into his mouth.

He can't wait!

"Smack!"

A crisp sound echoed throughout the aisles.

The Eighth Elder felt the pain on the side of his cheek and looked at it gloomily.

A man in a white and gold robe stood on one side.

"It's dirty, maggots."

The magnetic male voice mocked mercilessly.

The distorted soul of the black-clothed disciple appeared in the man's hand at some point, turning into a ball of light and being coiled.

The man's exposed hands were grayish-black, in contrast to the sacred white-gold robes on his body.

"Who are you?!"

The Eighth Elder covered his aching cheeks and hissed.

"You are not qualified to know who I am, go and call the people here."

The man gently lifted the hood of the white and gold robe, and a pair of swirling eyes were revealed, and the Eight Elders' Spirit Sea shook violently, and then he lost consciousness.

All the memories were left to read, and after a while, the man found the memory he was looking for.

He casually threw the soul light ball in his hand back into the body of the black-clothed disciple on the ground.

With a fierce kick of his foot, the Eighth Elder's soft body was knocked into the wall on the side.

"Maggots, lead the way, I'm going to see Ye Xishui and tell her that the Holy Emperor is coming."

The Eighth Elder was shocked in his heart, he pulled his body out of the wall, knelt at the man's feet, and said, "Holy Emperor...... The Holy Emperor has no borders...... I'll take you to find the Supreme Master. ”

……

In the main hall of the palace, the black-clothed disciple knelt at the feet of Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao.

Ye Xishui said: "The only people who saw the face of the Holy Emperor at the beginning were the Eighth Elder and this guy, and the Eighth Elder went completely crazy after bringing the Holy Emperor to see me, so the only person who saw the appearance of the Holy Emperor was left." ”

"When the Holy Emperor saw me, he directly made me kneel with his absolute strength, and he couldn't even use his martial soul and soul power, and I can be sure that his strength definitely surpasses that of Moon, a priest.

And he only told me one thing, and that was to find a man named Yun Cang. ”