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

As Jiang Jue finished speaking, Zhang Peng waved his hand, and the darkness around him dissipated, revealing the original street again.

"Goodbye, no, it should be goodbye..."

Seeing this, Tianmeng Bingcan didn't say anything more. He pulled He Caitou, who was sleeping like a baby on the ground, and walked towards Mingyue Hotel.

"But why did I sense a familiar aura from that strange banner just now..."

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm frowned and whispered in its heart, although the breath inside had not leaked out at all, it just felt somewhat familiar.

"No matter what, let's take these two back to the hotel first. That old man named Xuanzi is so unreliable, just as unreliable as the author of "The Ten Competition Theories of Martial Souls"! I feel like they are of the same lineage..."

Tianmeng Bingcan cursed in his heart, but his steps did not slow down at all, and he disappeared in a short while.

"Sir Saint, why did you let that person go? Just..."

Masked Douluo asked in confusion, stretching out his hand and making a gesture of wiping his neck.

"After the competition, there is a more important show to begin, and certain audiences cannot be missing."

A gleam of brilliance flashed across Jiang Jue's deep eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he spoke softly.

"Sir Saint, I am willing to go through fire and water for you. Can you bring your subordinates with you when the time comes?"

The Masked Douluo asked with a sincere look and expectant eyes, with the words "I want to improve" written all over his face.

The main reason was that ever since he brought Nether Thunder Douluo into the group last time, he discovered that this dear fourth brother wanted to make progress even more than he did, and was always one step ahead of him in everything. How could he not be anxious?

"Elder Yue, I will have other things to arrange for you when the time comes. Don't worry, and don't go to that place."

Jiang Jue patted Masked Douluo's shoulder and spoke softly.

With Masked Douluo's strength, facing the God King Tang, he would be killed in seconds with just one move of Blue Silver Entanglement.

"Listen to the Holy Son."

Masked Douluo nodded and said with trust.

He only listens to the Holy Son. Apart from the Holy Son, he listens to no one else.

Of course, he also believed that the Holy Son would never harm him.

He will never forget the oath he made back then: "Eat the brain first, then walk, and follow closely in the footsteps of the Son of God."

"Oh, Holy Son, Xu Guozhong's subordinate Li Chong has revealed his true colors. What should we do?"

As if he had thought of something, Masked Douluo asked with great interest.

"Just keep a close eye on him. It's not time to close the net yet. The strategic resource reserve managed by Xu Guozhong behind him is our target. Now we just need to wait for someone to muddy the waters."

Jiang Jue waved his hand, looked towards the dim lights in the distance, and said in a distant voice.

In the later stages of the competition, Xu Tianran will order the arrest of the teams originally from the three major empires that came to participate in the competition. During this period, there will definitely be many teams that resist.

He believed that the people of the Tang Sect would never give up this opportunity and would definitely take the opportunity to go to the strategic resource reserve managed by Xu Guozhong to make purchases for free as resources for the development of the Tang Sect.

He just needs to be a behind-the-scenes manipulator, controlling everything and reaping the benefits in the end.

And he remembered that Xu Guozhong's strategic resource reserve contained three level nine fixed-type soul guide shells, and countless strategic weapons and rare metals above level four.

"Don't worry, Holy Son. I will keep a close eye on him."

Masked Douluo said with some understanding.

"What are you doing? Greetings to the Holy Son."

At this moment, two people walked out slowly from the Seqing Hotel. One of them was Minglei Douluo. After seeing Jiang Jue, Minglei Douluo hurriedly bowed slightly.

Next to him was an old man with a ruddy complexion, tall stature, bald head and bright eyes.

"Sir, this is Star Douluo Ye Yulin, the ninth-level soul mentor sent by the royal family to host the underground competition. This is the Saint Son of our Holy Church."

Minglei Douluo started to introduce.

"I have met Starry Sky Douluo."

Jiang Jue nodded slightly and his eyes moved.

He knew that this Starry Sky Douluo had reached level ninety-three, and his combat power and status in the Sun and Moon Empire were not inferior to Jing Hongchen at all.

And because he is good at making various high-altitude soul guides, he got the title of Starry Sky. "Well, Jiang Shengzi is really young and promising."

Starry Sky Douluo smiled slightly, then looked at Nether Thunder Douluo, said a few words, and then flashed away.

He didn't like evil soul masters in the first place, and it was Xu Tianran who asked him to come this time, otherwise he would never come to such a place.

"This Saint Son still has things to do. Remember my instructions and don't alert the enemy."

Jiang Jue glanced at the few people, gave them a warning, and then disappeared from the spot.

"Okay, I'm leaving too."

Zhang Peng looked at the two of them, and then blended into the night.

"Mask, come and talk to Fourth Brother about what mission the Holy Son has assigned you."

After the two left, Minglei Douluo put his hand on Masked Douluo's shoulder and asked with a smile.

"Fourth brother, what do you want to do?"

Masked Douluo said with some caution.

"Oh, your fourth brother, I'm not afraid that you'll get tired. Tell me and I can help you finish it."

Minglei Douluo raised his eyebrows and said in a friendly manner.

"Really?"

The Masked Douluo asked suspiciously.

"Evil soul masters don't lie to evil soul masters, so how can I, your fourth brother, lie to you?"

"What's more, you are my dearest brother. We are both talented people."

Dark Thunder Douluo patted his chest, touched Masked Douluo's shoulder, and spoke loudly.

"That's it..."

Masked Douluo couldn't resist Nether Thunder Douluo's enthusiasm, and spoke softly after thinking for a moment.

"So that's how it is. You can't take the credit for the mask, so let Fourth Brother do it."

After listening to this, Minglei Douluo smiled inwardly. He would certainly not give up such an opportunity for improvement.

"That's enough, Fourth Brother, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After saying that, Minglei Douluo walked away with a big smile on his face.

After he left, Masked Douluo's mouth corners slowly raised, and a gleam of brilliance appeared in his eyes.

"Fourth brother, just go and get busy. Do you really expect me to tell you the mission? This is mine."

Masked Douluo took out a spicy rabbit head and took a bite with enjoyment. What he just told Minglei Douluo was naturally made up by him.

The struggle for progress has always been like this.

And in most cases, he is very smart.

Besides, it’s not impossible to wait for him to make progress first, and then lead Nether Thunder Douluo to make progress.

……

Inside Mingyue Hotel.

Jiang Jue sat cross-legged on the soft big bed, adjusting the soul power in his body, and between his brows, the Eye of Destiny opened impatiently, shining with bright light, and the Soul Refining Banner was floating beside him.

Immediately afterwards, wisps of destiny power surged out from the Soul Refining Banner and flowed towards the Eye of Destiny between Jiang Jue's eyebrows.

And behind Jiang Jue, the golden wheel of luck suddenly appeared.

Between heaven and earth, a strange force slowly fell on Jiang Jue.

"Oh? The complete form..."

A man's voice slowly sounded in the space.

(End of this chapter)