Douluo: Trinity, I run through the timeline.

Chapter 179 Haven't we all heard that Heaven never closes all doors? (Please subscribe!!! Bonus chapter 11)

Where there is life, there is hope.

As long as I'm alive, I can find excellent corpse slaves again.

Twelve corpse slaves are nothing. Once I break through to Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, or even Soul Douluo and Title Douluo, thirty corpse slaves will be no problem.

Not only do we need thirty corpse slaves, but also thirty Soul Emperor corpse slaves and thirty Soul Saint corpse slaves!

The messenger of death fled for his life.

He had been operating in this mountain range for a long time and was extremely familiar with it.

Before his martial soul truly awakened, he was just an ordinary soul master, making a living in this mountain range.

It was only when he had an epiphany, grasped the true meaning of martial spirit, dreamed of the gift from the god of death, and experienced the mutation of his martial spirit, that he truly began to stride towards the pinnacle of his life.

He can't die!

With unwavering conviction, the messenger of death embarked on his escape.

Ming Dou Mountains.

Two figures stood on a mountain peak, watching the Sun Moon Empire cross the border and enter the Star Luo Empire's territory.

"If he can't be killed by this poison, he's definitely close to breaking through. The time it took for him to awaken to the second stage of the Gold level is too long; it feels like it's become his usual method."

Long Xiaoyao spoke in a serious tone.

Before Moon died, he approached him and asked him to take care of Shrek Academy for the next three years.

Mu En even believed in Long Xiaoyao, but didn't believe that Xuanzi could take good care of Shrek.

“Moun is right. If we really push Poison Undying to the limit, he has a very good chance of breaking through.”

Long Xiaoyao sighed.

He expressed regret, but he was mostly trying to persuade Ye Xishui, who was standing next to him.

“Xi Shui, we have both broken through, so we should know that the path to becoming a Limit Douluo is also a long one. The later he breaks through, the more advantageous it will be for us. We should avoid provoking him now.”

Ye Xishui remained silent.

She looked in the direction the Sun and Moon Royal team had left, seemingly still grappling with the revenge of having her years of planning thwarted.

This is Long Xiaoyao's idea.

In reality, Ye Xishui was thinking about other things.

Rather than saying she was looking towards the Sun and Moon Royal Team, it would be more accurate to say she was looking towards Shrek Academy.

She had no romantic feelings for Mu En; she was only interested in Long Xiaoyao, and her relationship with Mu En was purely platonic.

When the three of them ventured across the mainland, it was impossible for them not to have formed any friendships.

However, whenever Ye Xishui recalls that experience, she always feels a pang of guilt.

She approached the two of them intentionally; she was using them to cultivate her skills.

The two Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, with their immense reputation back then, attracted Ye Xishui's attention. Not to harm them, but to study them, to witness and experience their Martial Soul Fusion Technique firsthand, in order to complete her own cultivation.

Unfortunately, even so, she still failed to begin cultivating her second martial soul.

The two opposing martial spirits ultimately restrained each other.

Turning her gaze away, Ye Xishui looked at Long Xiaoyao, feeling even more guilty.

Long Xiaoyao was not an evil soul master, and he hated evil soul masters all his life. He hunted down countless evil soul masters, but he eventually joined the Holy Spirit Cult because he felt guilty towards Ye Xishui.

Little did he know that it was Ye Xishui who had agreed to it back then.

Ye Xishui maintained her indifferent expression, turned around, and flew towards the Sun and Moon Realm.

Long Xiaoyao breathed a sigh of relief, transformed into a black dragon, and followed Ye Xishui away.

"Fool, where do you think you're going?"

Yan Shaozhe has caught up with the trend.

He said he had never seen a demonic master who could struggle so much.

Evil Soul Masters are generally not easy to kill, as they always have various evil secret techniques that allow them to turn the tables and kill ordinary Soul Masters when they are low on health.

However, Yan Shaozhe is not an ordinary soul master. His Flame of Light is extremely effective against evil soul masters. When faced with a counterattack from an evil soul master, he always releases his Flame of Light and is able to burn the opponent to ashes.

However, this messenger of death is different.

This thing is incredibly resourceful. Wherever there are people, it thrives, effortlessly transforming into corpse slaves and then unleashing a corpse explosion.

After a series of corpse explosions, even though the Light Flame could purify the corpse poison, the power of the explosions was real.

Yan Shaozhe couldn't let the other party run rampant like this, so he focused more on blocking the Death Messenger's escape route and preventing him from getting close to anyone. But if he couldn't get close, the Death Messenger started using soul beasts.

And so, the messenger of death struggled for three whole days.

It can steam so much.

"go to hell!"

Yan Shaozhe looked at the exhausted Death Messenger in front of him and grinned maliciously.

Run?

Go ahead and run.

Just as he was feeling smug, Yan Shaozhe sensed a large amount of soul power fluctuations approaching, and his expression changed drastically.

He suddenly looked up and stared ahead.

"People from the Sun Moon Empire? The Sun Moon Royal Team?"

He saw Su Ming and the others' team uniforms.

Su Ming secretly told Old Ma about Yan Shaozhe's identity.

What's Yan Shaozhe doing here?

Puzzled, Su Ming followed Yan Shaozhe's position and saw the dying Death Messenger lying on the ground in front of him.

"Evil Soul Master?"

Have they chased the evil spirit master all the way here?

Does the original novel include a scene where Yan Shaozhe encounters the Sun Moon Royal Team?

Just as Su Ming was wondering what was going on, he heard the cry of the Grim Reaper.

"I am Death's representative, and you have angered Death!"

The Grim Reaper also sensed the presence of Su Ming and the others, and began to feel more confident.

"Hehehe! Lord Death has unleashed his power!"

There is really no end to the road.

As long as we quickly kill these Soul Kings and turn them into Corpse Slaves, we can still use them for steaming.

The messenger of death roared, "Death has arrived!" and charged towards Su Ming and the others.

Yan Shaozhe hesitated for a moment, but did not make a move to intercept.

Old Ma couldn't help but frown.

Has this evil spirit master gone mad?
Su Ming glanced at Old Ma and realized that Old Ma really had no intimidating power.

Soul power is indeed strong, but the soul power of a Soul Master does not seem to have a natural deterrent effect.

The Death Messenger doesn't seem to be a high-minded figure in the Holy Spirit Cult; he's just a country bumpkin evil soul master who doesn't know much about soul masters.

"Hehehe, let us offer sacrifices to Lord Death!"

The Grim Reaper muttered nervously, his eyes searching through the crowd before finally locking onto Su Ming.

"You're the one, kid. I see you're full of energy, perfect for sacrificing to Lord Death!"

Since the Grim Reaper can't have it, let the great Grim Reaper enjoy this life force!
Su Ming frowned.

"Just to make an appearance, this dim-witted evil spirit master seems to have touched the realm of necromancy. I'll try to strip away his martial spirit."

Old Yi's voice echoed in his mind.

Ok.

"Third Soul Skill, Domain of Chaos!"

The Grim Reaper's path became distorted, and it began to spin in circles in front of Su Ming.

Su Ming took out a soul-guided cannon, and the elements of light and fire converged at the muzzle to form white flames, which blasted the Grim Reaper's messenger.

"what!"

The messenger of death screamed in agony.

He died under the influence of the purifying fire.

Su Ming, under the watchful eyes of everyone, helplessly shrugged.

"I was helpless too. He shouted things like 'Lord Death' and rushed over to his death."

(End of this chapter)