Ren Kuang laughed happily: "I like it, of course I do."
Orwell shouted: "Lord Mad Emperor, this is all a misunderstanding, let's talk about it."
Ren Kuang nodded to Tian Yuxin: "Okay, let's talk."
Tian Yuxin warned: "Ren Kuang, these guys are cunning, you must not be fooled."
Ren Kuang disagreed.
The mound seemed to come alive at this moment.
It feels like a huge tomb is slowly opening.
The terrifying dark aura, like a volcano erupting, enveloped the entire city gate in an instant.
Ren Kuang stood motionless in the darkness.
The deadly toxin had no effect on him at all, and he even enjoyed it somewhat.
They are both dark, but also different.
The dark power of the dark clan is closer to the origin of darkness.
However, this dark power is not simply energy, but a poison.
Maybe it can be called the poison of the soul.
Because once the soul is infected, it cannot get rid of it.
"It turns out that the secret of your Dark Tribe's immortality is that you are infected with the deadly soul virus?"
Ren laughed wildly.
The cage faded, and the side facing Ren Kuang became almost transparent, revealing the dark tribesmen inside.
Seeing Ren Kuang just staying in the poison without any protection, the Dark people were shocked and couldn't believe it.
They confirmed again and again that Ren Kuang was absolutely human.
Because the breath of human life and soul combined cannot be faked.
It may be difficult for ordinary warriors to distinguish, but in the eyes of the Dark Tribe, they can easily tell whether they are born as one, or whether they have taken possession of their bodies.
The Ren Kuang in front of him was clearly a natural human being.
But he is actually breathing dark poison!
Still as if nothing happened.
This is as incredible as humans discovering that they can live under the sea without oxygen bottles.
But, that's all.
In the eyes of Orwell and others, the human race is the weakest and lowest race in the world.
Even the sheep tribe can enslave them for thousands of years.
In such a race, it is normal for a genius to appear occasionally, but it will not change anything.
He was even a little disappointed.
If you are not a god, Lord Ten Thousand Souls King will definitely be unhappy.
Others were disappointed too.
"Sir, this Mad Emperor is indeed a bit special. It will be interesting to capture it and play with it slowly."
A six-star Dark Tribe whispered: "My subordinate's research project on soul mutation has finally found the best experimental subject."
Orwell smiled coldly: "Okay, provided you can catch him."
Ren Kuang was speechless: "When you, the Dark Tribe, are discussing your conspiracy, can you respect your opponents and add a secret to the consciousness field?"
Orwell was surprised: "Can you hear us?"
The six-star dark master clapped his hands and cheered: "Great, let me just say that his soul has mutated. He is the first person who can sneak into our consciousness field silently."
He rubbed his hands together with the expression of a collector seeing a treasure.
"Crazy Emperor, you are mine."
"I will take you to appreciate the beauty of the soul and decipher the core mystery."
"I, Ma Tian, am the number one soul scientific research expert under the Throne of Ten Thousand Souls."
Ren Kuang was speechless: "Mr. Ma Tian, how do you plan to study me?"
Ma Tiandao: "It's very simple, first peel off your soul and body."
"Then cut it piece by piece and find the secret of mutation."
"Haha, this process may last for thousands of years. We will have plenty of time to discuss it slowly by then."
Ren Kuang's eyes turned cold: "You want to cut me into slices for study?"
"No, to be precise, it is cut into shreds or even broken down into the smallest individuals."
Ren Kuangdao: "What a coincidence, I am also a soul researcher."
"Although the souls of the Dark Clan are contaminated, they still have a certain value to me."
"How about I study you?"
Ma Tian laughed loudly: "I'm not ashamed to say that. I, Ma Tian, have studied the soul for more than five thousand years and accumulated an incomparable wealth of knowledge. How old are you?"
"Since you know the beauty of the soul, why don't you cooperate with me and explore it together?"
Ren Kuang smiled slightly: "The Dark Clan are not only frogs in the well, they also think they are right."
"I have forgotten even the most basic point. Rules are made by the strong."
Orwell clapped his hands and said: "Well said, do you really think we have no power to resist?"
"Actually, we were trapped on purpose, just waiting for you to show up."
"Now, there is no need to hide."
Three hundred Dark people suddenly took action.
A pitch-black sickle emerged from the void and slashed down hard.
The already weak cage had a crack, just enough for one person to pass through.
Ma Tian's body suddenly changed, like a black snake, leaping out from the gap and pounced on Ren Kuang.
The black snake turned into a giant python in mid-air.
Open its bloody mouth and spray venom.
Ren Kuang looked at it with a smile, seemingly not worried at all.
Now, he has completely integrated with the Nine Star Soul Flower.
Even the cells of the body have mutated.
Has the ability to swallow toxins.
It wasn't until the poisonous snake was approaching that he opened his eyes and said, "Welcome to fall into the trap."
In his eyes, the matrix rotated, suddenly forming a vortex, roaring upward.
Ma Tian's heart was filled with the joy of victory, and suddenly he felt a bone-chilling coldness deep in his soul.
Fatal warning signs kept coming.
It seems like a moth flies into the flame and never comes back.
Although the Dark Tribe is a low-end version of the Soul Tribe, their perception of danger is just as keen.
The fear in Ma Tian's heart was completely ignited.
He wants to escape.
But it's already a step too late.
The diffusion speed of the matrix is beyond imagination.
In just a flash, the giant python was swallowed up.
In an instant, endless pain surrounded him.
Although the Dark Tribe has gone through the torture of hell, they feel that their pain tolerance has reached its limit.
But now he realizes that what he is currently experiencing is the real hell.
Time seems to be stretched infinitely.
"The devil that destroys the world? You are the devil that destroys the world!"
"Oh my God! What kind of horror have we provoked?"
Ma Tian wailed in despair.
He is a powerful six-star man, but in the soul power matrix, he is like a helpless child, without any power to resist.
Watching myself being crushed and swallowed up by the matrix, the despair is indescribable.
The reason why the Dark Clan is arrogant is because they know they cannot die.
The worst case scenario is sacrificing everything currently and making a comeback.
But now, he knew that he had lost all opportunities.
The myth that the Dark Tribe cannot be completely killed will end at the hands of this man.
The soul matrix is the birthplace of all souls and the end of all souls!
Orwell looked at this scene, his mouth opened and his whole body trembled.
When the matrix was revealed, he found that he seemed to have been injected with some kind of toxin, his whole body was weak and he had no fighting spirit.
There was even an indescribable fear growing in my heart.
Innate soul suppression.
This kind of suppression is very deadly and terrible.
Like a cat and mouse, naturally restrained.
Not only him, but the rest of the Dark Tribe were also trembling.
"No, this is impossible!"
"The world-destroying demon can't be real!"
"Damn it, we're screwed."
"No, the entire Dark Tribe is about to be destroyed."
They were trembling all over and howling in despair.
This scene left Tian Yuxin and others stunned.
Before, these dark tribesmen were all arrogant and looked at the human race like a king looking at a beggar.
But now, it's the other way around.
They were panicked, fear written on their faces.
All this is because of Ren Kuang.
When they are immortal, everyone longs for death and liberation.
But when destruction is real, they are afraid again.
No one is not afraid of death.
In other words, there is no living thing that is not afraid of annihilation.
Ren Kuang beckoned: "Yuxin, let out another one."
He said easily, even smacking his lips, as if he was savoring the taste of Ma Tian's soul.
Soul poison is a huge threat to anyone, including Tian Yuxin and other attribute origin spirits.
But, for Ren Kuang, it has now become an unparalleled delicacy.
His body is indistinguishable from the Nine Star Soul Flower.
It can also be said that he is a human-shaped nine-star soul flower.
Especially this kind of soul poison, which he has never seen before, is his favorite.
This is much stronger than the soul toxin synthesized by the Poison Demon.
Tian Yuxin laughed and said: "Who is willing to come out and die?"
The three hundred Dark Tribes all retreated in fright.
The gap was clearly right in front of them, but they didn't even have the courage to escape.
Orwell trembled and said: "Demon of the world, please let us go."
"As long as you let us go, I promise you that I will never set foot on human territory again."
Ren Kuang shrugged: "You can come and leave as you please. This is too casual."
Orwell gritted his teeth and said: "We can compensate."
"Over the past thousands of years, we have collected a lot of materials that are treasures to you humans, so much that you will be shocked."
"As long as you are willing to let us go, these can be given to you."
"At the same time, you will also gain the eternal friendship of the Dark Clan."
Ren Kuang laughed loudly: "Does the wolf need the friendship of the sheep?"
The matrix rotated in his eyes, exuding endless coldness.
"As a prey, you must have the consciousness of a prey."
"You can commit suicide or you can pray."
"But I don't care."
He opened his big hand, and with a loud whirlpool sound, he appeared in the prison.
"Quickly, quickly reinforce the dark realm."
Orwell panicked.
It's like a flock of sheep discovering that a hungry wolf has entered the sheepfold, and they hurriedly try to repair the sheepfold to stop it.
Instead of thinking about fighting against hungry wolves.
Ren Kuang stepped into the cage with one step and pointed forward the map of the country with his left hand.
The Dark Realm, regarded as the ultimate protection by the Dark Clan, melted into a hole silently.
A dark tribesman screamed in terror.
His body was pulled into a noodle shape by the strong suction.
They are low-end versions of the Soul Clan.
But I don’t like using the body.
In front of Ren Kuang, he is truly like a delicate lamb.
The reincarnation matrix's suppressive power on this kind of soul reaches the extreme.
Seeing his powerful six-star companion being swallowed up so easily, even Orwell's scalp felt numb and his whole body went limp.
To them, Ren Kuang is the real world-destroying demon.