People in Doupo: The beginning of the game intercepts the rich woman Xun'er

"Haha, still want to escape?"

A cold arc appeared on Xiao Ling's lips, and the cold light in his eyes was like a poisoned blade.

Before he finished speaking, his palm shook violently, and mysterious runes appeared faintly under his skin. The originally spreading black halo suddenly expanded, like a giant mouth of the underworld that swallowed the sky and the earth, rushing forward with a devastating pressure.

The terrifying suction force burst out from the center of the aperture, and wherever it passed, the space collapsed like pieces of broken glass.

The figure of Black and White Heavenly Lord, which had already torn through the void, suddenly stopped. The fighting spirit in his body was running wildly, but it could not resist the suction.

However, they were horrified to find that the void beneath their feet was like a solid iron wall, and even their escape routes were restricted by an invisible force. They were like flying insects entangled in spider silk, unable to move in this force that devoured everything.

The shadow of death flooded over his heart like a tide. The powerful cultivation of the Eight-Star Dou Zun seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

They knew better than anyone that within the seemingly calm black light circle, there were spatial turbulences that could crush the soul. Once sucked in, even if one had the body of a Dou Zun, they would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

Cold sweat slid down the foreheads of the two men, interweaving with the frightened eyes under the hoods. The arrogance just now had been completely extinguished by fear.

"Bang bang bang!"

At the moment of life and death, the fighting spirit of the Eighth and Nineth Heavenly Lords circulated wildly, and they used all their skills.

Their hands flew, and powerful strands of fighting spirit, accompanied by whistling winds, blasted towards the black circle of light like a dragon emerging from the sea.

Those attacks contained the full strength of an Eight-Star Dou Zun, causing the air to explode wherever they passed, and the space to be torn into cracks.

However, when these horrific attacks touched the aperture, they were strangely like stones thrown into the abyss.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no roar of energy collision, not even a ripple was stirred, and it disappeared silently into the deep darkness.

The aperture continued to expand slowly, as if it was an eternal black hole that could never be filled.

Seeing this scene, both of their pupils couldn't help but shrink violently, and veins popped out on their foreheads.

They attacked with all their might, but in front of this mysterious halo it was like children playing, and the feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed them like a tide.

Fear and despair grew wildly in their hearts, and cold sweat soaked their clothes.

At this moment when life and death were hanging by a thread, the aura of the Eighth and Ninth Heavenly Lords suddenly surged, and the sound of bones popping could be heard from under their black robes.

The two men looked at each other with bloodshot eyes, and at the same time let out a long, shrill howl towards the sky. Bloody blood gushed out of their throats, condensing into a strange blood mist in the air.

As soon as the essence and blood left the body, it turned into countless twisted ghost faces, emitting teeth-grinding screams, and pounced towards the black halo like a tarsalgia.

"Ten thousand ghosts devour the sky!" A hoarse roar broke through the sky. Black mist surged around the two men, and a gloomy ghost palace phantom condensed behind them.

The moment the palace door burst open, thousands of dark green ghost fires swarmed out and merged with the ghost face in the blood mist to form a giant ghost hand wrapped in black chains.

The chain was engraved with ancient soul texts, and every inch of it exuded a soul-corrosive aura. The ghost hand opened its five fingers, like a moving mountain, and slapped the aperture fiercely.

This is a fighting skill inherited from the Soul Palace. It requires the caster's own blood and essence to summon the remaining souls of ancient evil spirits. Although it can unleash a devastating force, it will cause irreversible damage to the caster's foundation.

At this moment, the two of them were at the end of their rope and were willing to burn their essence to perform this move, just to escape from Xiao Ling's clutches.

Under this terrifying attack, the devouring force of the black halo actually slowed down slightly.

The originally unstoppable expansion speed slowed down significantly, and the ripples of space distortion also weakened.

Where the ghost hand collided with the aperture, a blinding dark light burst out, the void vibrated violently like boiling water, and the air within a hundred miles was torn into pieces.

Where the ghost hand and the black aperture were in a stalemate, the space kept disintegrating and reorganizing like a broken mirror.

Although the forbidden technique performed by the Eighth and Nine Heavenly Lords failed to completely disintegrate Xiao Ling's attack, it slowed down the expansion momentum of the terrifying vortex that swallowed everything.
As the oppressive feeling of the void behind them eased a little, the two men's tense nerves relaxed a little, but their backs, which were soaked with cold sweat, still did not dare to relax at all, and stared at the black halo that could erupt again at any time.

Xiao Ling stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the faint light that burst out from the collision of the ghost hand and the light circle, his blue eyes slightly raised.

The strength of the Millennium Soul Palace was indeed not to be underestimated. This forbidden technique that could temporarily compete with heavenly-level fighting skills actually made him somewhat interested.

However, in his eyes, this method was ultimately just a last-ditch struggle.

He sneered, and his fingertips in his sleeves moved slightly, intending to continue to infuse his fighting spirit to strangle the two men completely.

However, when Xiao Ling's eyes swept across the two people's faces that were becoming increasingly paler due to the burning of their origin, a hint of calculation flashed in Xiao Ling's eyes.

If they were allowed to be devoured by the Great Heavenly Creation Palm, the storage rings, personal treasures, and soul bodies of these two Soul Palace masters would probably be turned into dust in the turbulence of space.

Not only that, there was another reason that made Xiao Ling fall into deep thought.

Long before he left, he had placed many of his banner slaves into the Soul Palace, but these spies lurking in the Soul Palace were completely unaware of the attack.

Although he managed to escape danger with his heavenly-level fighting skills and his own strength, the Soul Palace was able to mobilize four high-level Dou Zuns silently, so there is no guarantee that they will not use more deadly moves next time. If the opponent is so strong that even Yao Lao has to deal with him with all his strength, the situation will become difficult to control.

His eyes swept over the Eighth and Ninth Heavenly Lords who looked weak and a cold arc appeared on Xiao Ling's lips.

The status of these four people in the Soul Palace is far beyond that of the previous Venerable Qinghai and Venerable Qintian. If they are refined into banner slaves and reinserted into the Soul Palace, they can use their influence to support their old subordinates who were previously placed in the Soul Palace, and use their identities to access the core secrets of the Dao Soul Palace.

By then, more intelligence and decisions within the Soul Palace will be exposed to his eyes. As the situation increases, it will become more favorable to him.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ling gradually gave up the idea of ​​using the Great Heavenly Creation Palm to completely destroy the Eight Heavenly Lords and the Nine Heavenly Lords.

"It's a pity that he died like this."

The corners of his lips curled up dangerously, the light of the runes on his palms gradually dimmed, and he intentionally slowed down the output of his fighting spirit.

Without the support of the mighty energy, the devouring power of the black light circle visibly declined. Seeing this, the Eighth and Nine Heavenly Lords gritted their teeth and forcibly squeezed out some of the few remaining blood essences in their bodies, spraying them towards the ghost hand phantom.

With a deafening roar, the ghost hand exploded and turned into dark green light spots all over the sky.

Xiao Ling's black halo vibrated violently due to the backlash of energy, and finally dissipated like a punctured bubble.

The aftermath of the collision between the two terrifying forces swept across the sky and earth, and the mountains within a hundred miles had half of their tops cut off in this energy storm.

The violent energy aftermath had not yet dissipated when the Eighth and Ninth Heavenly Lords staggered and fell onto a hill not far away. Their clothes were torn and tattered, their faces under their hoods were as pale as paper, and there was still blood at the corners of their mouths.

The two men gasped heavily and held up their knees. Every breath felt like tearing apart their broken lungs. The forbidden technique they had just performed had caused cracks in the foundation of their cultivation that were difficult to heal.

On the other hand, Xiao Ling was still standing in the air with his hands behind his back as if he was strolling in the garden. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and there was not even a trace of energy fluctuations around him.

Such a huge difference in state made Eighth Heavenly Venerable feel bitter in his throat. He forced himself to stand up straight and said hoarsely: "This offense is the fault of our Soul Palace. If Master Xiao Ling is willing to show mercy and not be our enemy in the future, Soul Palace is willing to make sufficient compensation and apologize for this misunderstanding. I hope you can consider it."

Jiu Tianzun also wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a sinister look in his eyes, "Xiao Ling, you have been in Zhongzhou for many years, you should know how deep the Soul Palace is. If you really leave the four of us here today, the entire Xingyun Pavilion will be engulfed by the wrath of the Soul Palace! Not to mention you alone, even if that old guy Yao Chen is still here, he can't protect you!"

He raised his head suddenly, staring at Xiao Ling with his scarlet eyes, "Becoming an enemy of the Soul Palace, do you really want to drag countless innocent people into the abyss? I advise you to take care of yourself!"

Watching the Eighth Heavenly Lord throwing out his chips in a humble manner, the Ninth Heavenly Lord was threatening him with vicious words. The two of them, one soft and one hard, were like clowns performing tricks on the street.

Xiao Ling's lips curled up in a playful arc, his eyes were cold as ice, but the pressure around him became more and more fierce: "Are you done? You have completely disgraced the face of the Soul Palace."

He walked forward slowly, each step seemed to be full of force, and the void beneath his feet groaned as it could not bear the heavy weight. "Your ruthlessness when you wanted to take my life before, but now you have lost the slightest bit of your ferocity? Don't you think it's too late to beg for mercy now?"

Seeing Xiao Ling approaching slowly, the pressure emanating from his body tightened layer by layer like a physical shackle. The pupils of the Eighth and Ninth Heavenly Lords suddenly shrank, and a fishy and sweet taste rose in their throats.

The two men trembled as they propped up their shaky bodies, but found that even circulating their fighting spirit had become extremely difficult. The aftereffects of the burning of their essence just now completely erupted at this moment, and their legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

"Xiao Ling!" Jiu Tianzun took a half step back with a hoarse voice. The space jade slip hidden in his sleeve had already been crushed, but it was of no use since the space had been completely blocked.

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about Xingyun Pavilion!" He raised his head suddenly, a hint of madness flashed in his eyes, "If we can't return to the palace, the Soul Palace will come out in full force! By then, the entire Xingyun Pavilion will be in a bloody storm because of you!"

The Eighth Heavenly Lord forced himself to stand up straight, trying his best to sound calm: "You should be aware of the methods of the Lord Palace Master. Once you completely anger the Soul Palace, both you and the Starfall Pavilion will be doomed! Let us live today, and there will be room for maneuver in the future!"

Although there was a threat in his words, it was hard to hide the anxiety in them.

Listening to the two people's threats at the top of their lungs, Xiao Ling's lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, but there was a cold chill in his eyes.

This dying threat sounded like a clown's farce to my ears.

"You dare to threaten me when you are about to die?" Xiao Ling sneered, and his aura suddenly surged. The void under his feet groaned under the heavy burden. "Do you think that if we let the tiger go back to the mountains today, the Soul Palace will give up?"

He approached slowly, the space beneath his feet crumbling like a mirror flower, and every step seemed to step on the hearts of the two people. "Even if it is true as you said, I will let you go back to the Soul Palace today and never interfere with each other again, so what? Instead of keeping you as a group of venomous snakes that bite people at any time, it would be better to refine you into the sharpest blades!"

"Don't worry, it won't be long before the Soul Palace you are loyal to will be buried with you!"

Before he finished speaking, the air suddenly became strangely stagnant.

"Pfft..."

The Eighth and Ninth Heavenly Lords didn't even have time to blink before they felt a piercing pain in their chests.

Looking down, he saw a fist wrapped in dark purple lightning penetrating from the chest cavity. The blood dripping from the fingertips condensed into ice crystals in mid-air, and his heart veins were shattered by this blow.

"When, when is this?" A bloody roar came out of Jiu Tianzun's throat, and his pupils contracted violently due to extreme fear.

The two men turned their heads with difficulty in the direction of the fist, only to see two dark golden puppets standing behind them at some point.

The puppet had an expressionless face, with mysterious runes flowing on its body surface. The blood splattered from the pierced chest flowed down along the cold metal lines, emitting an eerie luster under the moonlight, as if silently announcing the arrival of death.

Dark purple lightning suddenly exploded on the puppet's fist, and the severe pain of shattering the heart veins flooded the consciousness of the Eighth and Nine Heavenly Lords like a tide. Their bodies, which were already shaky due to the burning of their origin, completely lost their support under this fatal blow.

The Ninth Lord of Heaven let out an indistinct whimper from his throat, and the Eighth Lord of Heaven's trembling fingers grasped at the void in vain. The light in their eyes was like a candle in the wind, quickly dimming under the gnawing of severe pain.

But in an instant, there was only empty silence in the dilated pupils, and blood flowed along the puppet's fist blade, forming a winding blood stream on the ground.

The two bodies collapsed and fell like kites with broken strings. Their drooping heads hit the gravel hard, and they were completely lifeless.

At the moment the two bodies fell to the ground with a loud bang, two streams of dark purple light shot out from the corpses like ghosts, and sank straight into the ground without even breaking through the air.

"A desperate struggle, overestimating one's own capabilities."

Xiao Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, and the power of space around him suddenly began to circulate.

He clenched his palms into the air, and an extremely terrifying suction force suddenly emerged. Although the two streams of light were fast, they were violently twisted the moment they touched the suction force, as if they were forcibly grabbed by an invisible hand, and could only let out unwilling screams.

When the souls of the Eighth and Ninth Heavenly Lords were pulled into the air, the purple mist surrounding them had become as thin as gauze.

They watched in horror as Xiao Ling slowly approached them. The rune halo surging from his sleeves was like the abyss of the underworld, completely swallowing up the last glimmer of hope for escape.

"Let me go! Soul Palace won't let me go"

The roar of Jiu Tianzun came to an abrupt end. Xiao Ling swept his sleeves and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner emerged from the void. Thousands of soul patterns instantly entangled the two shadows like poisonous snakes.

The shrill screams echoed between heaven and earth, but in an instant, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner sucked the two powerful souls into it.

As the banner shook violently, the faint light on its surface flickered. As the last ray of light went out like a candle, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner returned to calm again, leaving only fine soul patterns rippling slightly.

(End of this chapter)