Douluo: Being kidnapped into the Holy Spirit Church at the beginning

Five days later.

Demonic forest.

"Whizzing!"

Two sounds of breaking through the air were heard, and Jiang Jue brought Ye Guyi to the sky above the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Church.

"If we fly recklessly here, won't it provoke the one deep in the Demonic Forest?"

The two landed, and Ye Guyi looked at the endless dark forest and asked softly.

"Evil Emperor? Don't worry. I believe that in a short time, there will be no more Evil Emperor in the world."

Jiang Jue retracted his gaze and spoke calmly, but his tone did not sound like a joke.

As the candidate for his ninth soul ring, the Evil Emperor must not be given up. Moreover, the Evil Emperor has already gained a preliminary understanding of the laws of time and space. After it becomes his soul ring, he will surely be able to unleash many top-notch soul skills.

However, the only thing that worries him now is whether the Evil Eye Soul Bone will be revealed after the Evil Emperor dies.

If he fails to explode, he will suffer a great loss.

"Well, it's up to you."

Ye Guyi nodded slightly and followed Jiang Jue into the Holy Spirit Church headquarters. She always believed in Jiang Jue's words.

"There is such a magnificent building underground. Is this the base camp of the evil soul master?"

Walking through the corridor, Ye Guyi looked at the magnificent palaces in front of him and said in shock.

After all, who could have imagined that there would be such a scene underground in the evil forest where soul beasts gathered?

When the evil soul masters walking around saw Jiang Jue, they stopped and bowed, shouting "Greetings, Lord Saint Son". There was a look of respect in their eyes, and even the evil spirit in their eyes was suppressed.

"Let's go and find Master first."

Jiang Jue said softly, and took Ye Guyi towards the tallest palace among the palaces.

Looking at the many evil soul masters, Ye Guyi hesitated for a moment, but still spoke.

"Jiang Jue, if you unify the continent and become a god, what are you going to do with these evil soul masters?"

If so many evil soul masters were to go out, how many innocent lives would be killed? Although she would always stand firmly by Jiang Jue, she felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, I've already made arrangements."

Jiang Jue's eyes moved slightly. Everything the Holy Spirit Church has now will be his in the future, so he naturally has to make good use of it.

The biggest drawback of the evil soul master was what his master Zhongli Wu told him at the beginning: he could not control the desires of his martial soul, became a slave to the evil martial soul, and started killing.

But now, he already has a preliminary solution in his mind, which is to use the power of faith, and he will know the answer when the time comes.

Moreover, as soon as he entered the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Church, he could feel a lot of power of faith flowing into his Soul Refining Banner.

As for why there is such power of faith, if he guessed correctly, this must be the masterpiece of Masked Douluo...

"Okay, I believe you."

Hearing Jiang Jue's answer, Ye Guyi breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on her pretty face, and she held Jiang Jue's arm tightly.

"Greetings, Lord Saint!"

At this moment, an old, fat man in a black robe in front saw Jiang Jue, his expression was shocked, his face flushed, he knelt down on the ground excitedly, and shouted loudly.

"Hmm? Uncle Zhou!"

Jiang Jue took a closer look and quickly helped him up.

Isn't this person Zhou Ping, the Zhou soul master who awakened his martial soul and led him onto the right path? However, his face is now full of wrinkles and even his hair is gray.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Zhou Ping was helped up by Jiang Jue. He waved his hands repeatedly, his mouth full of excuses, and his flushed face did not fade at all.

Zhou Ping couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Jiang Jue, who stood tall and straight in front of him and whose cultivation was so advanced that even he couldn't figure it out.

"I am old and frail, but the Holy Son is still as charming and elegant as ever." More than ten years passed just like that.

Jiang Jue frowned slightly, looked at Zhou Ping's old appearance, felt the vitality in his body like a dying candle, and asked in a deep voice.

"Uncle Zhou, why did you become like this? Did someone bully you? I'll take care of it for you."

At that time, Zhou Ping discovered that when his martial soul was awakened, he was only in his forties, and soul masters have a long lifespan. He has also allocated resources to them over the years. According to his current cultivation level of a fifty-nine-level soul king, he should not look so old.

"With the prestige of the Saint Son, who dares to bully me? I am like this only because I went astray in my cultivation when I was striving to become a Soul Emperor, and I suffered a backlash."

Zhou Ping straightened his back and said something proudly at first, but then his back gradually bent down again. Now he had no power to turn the situation around, and no matter how much he said, it would be in vain.

However, the look he gave Jiang Jue was full of gratitude. After Jiang Jue became the Holy Son, he had always taken good care of him, never lacked resources, and even arranged an easy job for him.

"So that's it."

Jiang Jue nodded slightly, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes. Although the evil soul masters practiced the evil martial soul very quickly in the early stage, except for some soul masters with extraordinary talents, their future path of practice was basically blocked.

Zhou Ping's bloodthirsty rat martial spirit is not very powerful, which is a case in point.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to do my best for you, Holy Son, in the future. This meeting has fulfilled a wish of mine."

Zhou Ping raised the corners of his mouth and laughed, looking quite free and easy.

"Uncle Zhou, as long as I'm here, no one can decide your fate."

A blue light flashed in Jiang Jue's palm, and a white snow lotus appeared, emitting a faint fragrance.

This is one of the thousand-year-old snow lotuses that Zhang Peng brought back at the beginning. It has the medicinal effect of strengthening the body and is enough to repair Zhou Ping's current injuries.

"Sir, this... this is too precious. I can't afford it!"

Zhou Ping trembled all over and spoke tremblingly.

"If I say you can bear it, then you can bear it, take it!"

Jiang Jue stuffed the snow lotus into his hand without further ado. As his guide, Zhou Ping played an indispensable role in his current achievements.

"Then...then I'll take it."

Zhou Ping looked at the snow lotus in his hand with complicated eyes.

Soon all these complexities turned into firmness.

"Sir, from now on, my life belongs to you. I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Zhou Ping knelt on the ground and said in a firm tone.

"Uncle Zhou, there's no need to say these things. You are at the right age to start your own business. Go and absorb the snow lotus."

Jiang Jue shook his head, helped Zhou Ping up again, and said with a smile.

"Ok!"

Zhou Ping nodded heavily, holding the snow lotus in his hand, and slowly walked away as if on a pilgrimage, looking back every step he took.

"Hey! Jiang Jue, I find you to be quite charming."

Ye Guyi looked at the scene in front of him, raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile.

"Charm? Maybe."

"On this tortuous road, I just did my best to repay the kindness, that's all."

Jiang Jue smiled faintly and took Ye Guyi towards Zhongli Wu's palace.

"Let's go. Next, we will use the last piece of the angel throne fragment from Master."

"Start your...divine test!"

(End of this chapter)