People in Doupo: Unparalleled Talents Actually Bring a System

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 tremendous energy, the devouring power of the black halo declined visibly.

Upon seeing this, the Eighth and Ninth Heavenly Lords gritted their teeth and forced out some of the little blood and essence in their bodies, spraying it 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.

Chapter 607 Ancient Heavenly Snake

Although the Ten Thousand Souls Banner has devoured all the souls of the Eighth and Nine Heavenly Lords, it will still take some time to completely refine these two Eight-Star Dou Zuns into banner slaves who obey its orders.

Xiao Ling's eyes swept across the slightly trembling banner, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He waved his sleeves lightly, and a silver light wrapped around the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and in a moment it was put into his personal space.

After putting away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Xiao Ling's gaze turned to the corpses of the Eight and Nine Heavenly Lords.

The faint sunlight fell on it, reflecting that although the two bodies had no vitality, they still retained the pressure of the peak of the eight-star Dou Zun. Such a powerful body, if refined into a puppet and placed in the Xingyun Pavilion, can also play a significant role, Xiao Ling will naturally not waste it easily.

Both of them had their hearts pierced by the Heavenly Demon Puppet's attack. Apart from the hideous dark purple burn marks on their chests, there was no other damage to their bones, muscles and flesh. They were preserved perfectly intact.

Xiao Ling sneered, and his fingertips brushed across the waists of the two corpses. Two exquisite high-level storage rings fell lightly into his palms.

Then, he raised his hand and clenched it. The powerful force of space wrapped around the two corpses like a chain, and in the blink of an eye, he put them into his personal space.

When Xiao Ling had properly stored the bodies of the two eight-star Dou Zuns into his personal space, there was a sudden sound of breaking air. He raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look.

He saw the Heavenly Demon Puppet, which was secretly controlled by him, slowly walking towards him, carrying two broken figures.

The Black and White Lords looked like rotten cotton at this moment, with their bones twisted into strange angles and their luxurious robes stained with blood and mud. In the dark golden giant palm of the Heavenly Demon Puppet, they looked like two broken puppets.

"The pressure from this puppet... is so terrifying... what level exactly..." Bloody sobs escaped from the two men's throats, but before they could finish their words, the second half of their sentences were crushed by the tightened knuckles of the Heavenly Demon Puppet.

The two six-star Dou Zuns had previously attempted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but now in front of the Heavenly Demon Puppet that exuded the chill of the abyss, even the remaining strength to mobilize their Dou Qi was completely suppressed. They could only kick their legs in vain, their pupils reflecting Xiao Ling's indifferent expression, and only endless panic remained in their hearts.

Xiao Ling walked forward, and the crisp sound of his black boots crushing the dead branches on the ground startled the two men.

He lowered his eyes to look at the embarrassed pair of Soul Palace minions, and saw the fear surging in their eyes like a tide that overwhelmed the last bit of stubbornness, and suddenly chuckled.

The red fighting spirit at the fingertips suddenly condensed, piercing through the throats and hearts of the two men in an instant.

The shrill screams came to an abrupt end, and the warm blood mist evaporated into a strange blood rainbow under the sunlight. Before the Black and White Heavenly Lord's eyes closed, he was thrown away by the Heavenly Demon Puppet and turned into two corpses that gradually cooled down in the dust.

Xiao Ling twisted his fingertips lightly, and two dark purple souls twisted and struggled in the void like trapped beasts, but were forcibly dragged into the portable space by the invisible force of space.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner seemed to sense the arrival of new prey. Its buzzing sound caused ripples in the void. Thousands of soul patterns were like greedy leeches, instantly sucking the two souls into the vortex on the banner.

After dealing with the soul, he leaned over and reached for the waist of Black and White Heavenly Lord, and two storage rings slid silently into his palms.

Immediately afterwards, the vast fighting spirit transformed into an invisible giant hand, and it collected the two bodies that were still warm, as well as the Heavenly Demon Puppet that had been summoned earlier, into the storage ring.

"As for resources, we must make the best use of them." After packing everything up, Xiao Ling clapped his hands, with a smile on his lips.

Xiao Ling has always kept this good habit in mind from the Northwest Continent to Zhongzhou.

At this moment, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly tore through the silence around him. Xiao Ling looked back and saw a stream of light rushing towards him accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.

Rayquaza was like a bolt of lightning that cut through the night sky. Its slender and agile body drew an elegant arc in the air at an extremely fast speed.

When the Splitting Seat approached and just hovered beside Xiao Ling, before it could stabilize its body, a bright green light shot out from its back like an arrow.

Mu Qingluan was surrounded by a dazzling green light, her hair flying freely in the strong wind. Before she arrived, she heard the voice: "Senior Brother!"

Her voice was trembling with an obvious tremor, and the last note was accompanied by a whistling sound that broke through the air. "That earth-shattering fight just now scared me to death!"

When the graceful figure landed on the ground, Mu Qingluan had already grabbed Xiao Ling's sleeve, her almond eyes filled with worry, "If something happens to you, how can I explain to Master and the elders in the pavilion?"

As she spoke, she looked Xiao Ling up and down carefully. Seeing that his clothes were not damaged at all, she breathed a sigh of relief, but her tense shoulders still did not relax.

Xiao Ling raised the corners of his lips slightly, raised his hand and gently rubbed Mu Qingluan's messy hair, with a rare gentleness flashing in his eyes: "Don't worry, nothing will happen to me. I told you earlier that my skills are not for show."

He glanced at the energy aftermath that had not yet dissipated in the distance, and said with a somewhat nonchalant confidence, "These mere lackeys of the Soul Palace can't do anything to me, your senior brother."

Mu Qingluan looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, with a mixture of amazement and resentment in her eyes: "How could I have thought that Senior Brother could be so powerful!"

She stamped her feet lightly, and the golden bells in her hair rang softly. "When I saw the Eighth and Nine Heavenly Lords jointly performing the forbidden technique, the terrifying momentum almost made my heart jump into my throat! Who could have expected that in front of me, they would not even have the strength to fight back? What level of cultivation have you reached, brother!"

Xiao Ling's lips curled up into a faint smile, his eyes swept across the faintly visible runes on his palm: "It's just a little stronger than the Nine-Star Dou Zun, and I just completed a new round of Dou Qi compression. The road of cultivation is long, and I still have a long way to go."

During these days, Xiao Ling has never stopped practicing, but the more he delved into the "Nine Transformations to Sainthood" method, the more he realized its difficulty. Without a great opportunity, the compression and accumulation of this kind of fighting spirit can only be achieved through hard work over time.

Moreover, although the strength of the cultivator would change significantly each time the Dou Qi was compressed, Xiao Ling discovered that such compression of the Dou Qi could not trigger the opportunity to obtain system extraction opportunities.

If Xiao Ling wants to reach the moment when the system determines that he has broken through and thus obtains the opportunity to draw, it will probably only be possible when he breaks through to the Semi-Saint level.

However, cultivation is a long and arduous process. Since Xiao Ling has already embarked on this thorny road of cultivation, he will not dwell too much on this matter.

In his mind, whether it was a semi-saint, a fighting saint, or even the legendary fighting emperor realm, they were by no means unattainable illusions. Time was just a stepping stone on his way to the top.

When Mu Qingluan heard the words "compressed fighting spirit", her almond-shaped eyes instantly widened and her fingertips unconsciously clenched the gold embroidery on her cuffs.

"Brother! You've actually already broken through to the Nine-Star Dou Zun realm and started compressing your Dou Qi?" Her voice trembled slightly, filled with barely suppressed shock. "Looking across the entire Dou Qi Continent, I've never even heard of a genius who could compress Dou Qi at this age!"

The girl looked up at Xiao Ling standing with his hands behind his back, her eyes filled with admiration and amazement. "I think with your talent, you will definitely become a saint in the future! Not to mention a half-saint, even reaching the Dou Sheng realm is probably a matter of time for you!"