One day, underground in Mingdu, there was the main altar of the Holy Spirit Sect.
"Hurry up, the eighth elder is impatient with waiting."
The disciples of the Holy Spirit, who were wearing black robes and masks, and whose whole body was shrouded in long-distance running, shouted in a low voice.
In the dark corridor, the sounds of iron chains clashing could be heard one after another, and from time to time there could be heard the piercing screams.
In the corridor, prisoners wearing prison uniforms, with sallow faces and thin muscles, were restrained by iron chains, walking in a daze.
They seemed to be immersed in some kind of illusion, talking nonsense from time to time, and some prisoners who howled miserably had their heads become withered and fell to the ground unconscious.
The Holy Spirit disciple quickly stepped forward and said: "Eighth Elder, we are here."
The person known as the Eighth Elder was also a man who was shrouded in black robes and did not show his face at all.
The eighth elder, whose martial spirit is Nightmare, has a cultivation level of ninety-one and is a Titled Douluo of the control system. He has just become an elder and is the lowest among the eight elders.
The cultivation level of evil soul masters generally grows fastest in the early and mid-term, and their strength is terrifying. They can defeat many people with one person. However, in the later stages, their cultivation progress is much slower than that of ordinary soul masters, so they can cultivate to the level of Titled Douluo.
There are very few evil soul masters.
The Eighth Elder likes to devour people's spiritual power the most. When he stays at the main altar, he always orders people to bring back some prisoners from the prison in Mingdu for him to drink.
"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 corridor, the bodies of prisoners were scattered everywhere.
The eighth elder waved his hand, and these corpses shed their flesh and blood and turned into withered bones.
The surrounding walls and the ground began to squirm strangely, swallowing up these dead bones one after another.
There are countless dead bones of prisoners buried underground in the Ming capital.
The Holy Spirit Cult disciple was holding on to the wall tremblingly. Although he had seen the Eighth Elder absorb the divine power several times, he was almost frightened every time.
When the Eighth Elder saw him like that, Jie Jie laughed: "Don't worry, I won't kill you."
The disciple in black knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, saying quickly: "Elder, I'm going down first."
Just as he stood up, thankful that he had escaped another disaster, the eighth elder's voice suddenly rang out.
He said: "I heard that you recently married a wife in Mingdu, and she looks pretty good."
The body of the disciple in black started to tremble.
Compared with other people in the general altar, his martial spirit is not very evil and is not easy to be discovered, and his strength is not weak, and he has the soul emperor level.
He is thirty years old this year. He only has the qualification of innate first-level soul power. He relied on the evil martial soul to get to where he is today. He is nothing compared to those proud men of heaven, but outside, he is still considered to be the strongest.
By.
He operates his own force in Mingdu. There are many such small forces in Mingdu. There are a large number of such small forces under the Holy Spirit Sect to cover various activities of the Holy Spirit Sect.
People often say that he stood up at thirty. As the leader of a small force, he is considered well-known outside, so it is not strange for him to be favored by others.
He is also used to having women around him. To him, this is just for fun. How can an evil soul master expect love and family?
But Xiao Yu is different. She was the one who saved her when she was being chased...
Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu must not...
The trembling disciple in black looked at the Eighth Elder and clenched his fists.
The Eighth Elder, who is quite sensitive to spiritual power, laughed and said, "Your new wife is called Xiaoyu, right? I have already invited her here."
The black-clothed disciple suddenly raised his head, his green eyes were like snakes, and green snake scales began to emerge from under his skin.
"Oh, the martial spirit is possessed."
There was a smile in the Eighth Elder's tone. He looked at the four soul rings of one white, three yellow and two purple on the black-clothed disciple, and mocked in a low voice: "Soul Emperor who doesn't even have a black soul ring, you are really a waste.
, cultivation is all achieved by devouring other people’s flesh and blood.”
The disciple in black said angrily: "What did you do to Xiao Yu?"
The eighth elder walked up to the black-clothed disciple and gently pressed the black-clothed disciple's head with his skinny palm.
The disciple in black suddenly found that he couldn't move, couldn't use his soul power, couldn't use his soul skills, and couldn't even move his tongue to say a word.
The Eighth Elder took a deep breath of the rotten and moist air underground and said, "It's this smell, anger and despair, it's simply too tempting."
Behind the Eighth Elder, a black nightmare stretched out its claws and pulled out the soul of the disciple in black from his head.
He laughed loudly and said: "I lied to you, I didn't touch your wife, what about it, am I too kind?
In exchange for my rare kindness, give me your soul!"
The eighth elder opened his mouth, and the black monster's arms pinched the soul of the black-clothed disciple and stuffed it into his mouth.
He can't wait!
"Snapped!"
The crisp sound echoed throughout the aisle.
The eighth elder felt the pain on one side of his cheek and looked sideways gloomily.
A man wearing a white-gold robe stood to one side.
"It's so filthy, maggots."
The magnetic male voice mocked mercilessly.
The twisted soul of the disciple in black appeared in the man's hand at some point, turned into a ball of light and was coiled up.
The man's exposed hands turned out to be gray-black, which was in great contrast with the sacred white-gold robe on his body.
"Who are you?!"
The Eighth Elder covered his painful cheek and hissed.
"You are not qualified to know who I am, so go and call the person who is talking here."
The man gently opened the hood of his white-gold robe, revealing a pair of swirling eyes. The eighth elder's spiritual sea shook violently, and then he lost consciousness.
All the memories were browsed through, 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 disciple in black on the ground.
With a strong kick, the eighth elder's body fell limply to the ground and was knocked into the wall beside him.
"Maggot, lead the way. I'm going to see Ye Xishui and tell her that the Holy Emperor has arrived."
The eighth elder was horrified. He pulled his body out of the wall, knelt at the man's feet, and said: "The Holy Emperor... The Holy Emperor will live forever... I will take you to find the Supreme Leader."
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In the main hall of the palace, the disciple in black knelt at the feet of Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao.
Ye Xishui said: "The only people who have seen the Holy Emperor's face were the Eighth Elder and this guy. The Eighth Elder went completely crazy after bringing the Holy Emperor to see me, so the only people who have seen the Holy Emperor's face are the Eighth Elder and this guy.
He is the only one left."
"When the Holy Emperor saw me, he directly used his overwhelming power to make me kneel down. He couldn't even use his martial soul and soul power. I can be sure that his power is definitely more than that of the priest Mu En.
And he only told me one thing, and that was to find a person named Yun Cang."