The wolf soul force was very strong, very strong.
It was much stronger than what the legends said. As the last descendant of the Lone Wolf tribe, Du Gu Lang was very clear of the wolf soul's strength. He would not allow it to fall into the hands of outsiders, no one.
When the monk helped Qin Tian deal with the undying experts, he secretly left.
Ever since he entered the tomb, he had been planning how to leave Qin Tian and enter the wolf soul hall alone. Now that he had obtained the wolf soul force, he no longer had to worry about anything. Those who entered the tomb would all die.
He wanted to use their blood to swear to the world that the Lone Wolf tribe would stand up again and return to its peak.
After a long time.
The white wolf's light was no longer there. It was as if he had aged a few hundred years. His eyes were powerless and his legs were weak. He stared at Du Gu Lang, "Child, the Lone Wolf tribe will depend on you. I hope you can bring it to greater heights."
"Old ancestor, please be at ease!"
"The Lone Wolf tribe will definitely stand at the peak of the sacred world. I swear on my blood."
Immediately after, Du Gu Lang's right palm turned into a blade and sliced across his left palm. Fresh blood dripped down from his palm. His eyes were filled with determination and endless killing intent. He then said in a heavy tone, "As long as I, Du Gu Lang, am still breathing, I will definitely bring the Lone Wolf Clan to the peak."
"Good, good, good."
"I hope I did not misjudge you."
"Now, I will be leaving. If you can become a realm emissary, you can come find me … …"
"Ao … …"
After a long howl, the white wolf disappeared and the hall returned to darkness.
"Haha … …"
"I got it."
"Du Gu Li, your son has done it. I have obtained the wolf soul force."
"Haha … …"
Dugu Lang stood up. His eyes were filled with malevolence as he laughed maniacally. After that, he closed his eyes and sensed the wolf soul energy flowing through his body. At the same time, his body, his sea of consciousness, and his Yuan Shen underwent a crazy transformation.
He was excited!
… …
"Ao … …"
On the second floor, all the dark wolves had awakened. They raised their heads and howled. They were welcoming their new master.
"Not good!"
Xing Kong was stunned and said, "Wolf soul force!"
"Elder Xing, what happened?"
"All the dark wolves have awakened. What's going on?"
"Something's wrong!"
Xing Kong's expression changed again and again, and he shouted heavily, "Saint Hall disciples, listen up! Attack with all your might and rush to the entrance of the third level in the shortest time possible!"
"I hope it's not too late."
The eighteen Immortal Realm experts that Xing Kong had brought from Barren Templar were all at the peak of Immortal Realm. They were very strong, and each of them could take care of an area on their own. As soon as Xing Kong gave the order, they dashed out almost instantly. They only had one goal, to open a path!
At the same time,
All of Xing Kong's power burst forth. He raised his speed to the limit and rushed out with all his might.
The others were stunned for a moment. They had no idea what was going on, but no one wanted to fall behind. They all rushed out after Xing Kong.
…
In a corner of the hall.
"Monk, what exactly is going on?"
"The Wolf Soul Power has been passed on."
Qin Tian was slightly surprised and immediately thought of Dugu Lang. His expression changed and he thought to himself, "Looks like I've been used!"
"Monk, should we go in and take a look?"
"There's no time. I'm afraid that the inheritance has already ended. If we rush in now, we won't be able to get anything." The monk was also secretly surprised. He had also thought that it was Dugu Lang, but he had misjudged. He did not expect Dugu Lang to have hidden himself so deeply. Thinking about how strong the Wolf Soul Power was, he frowned and said, "Benefactor, we need to leave this place quickly, I'm worried … …"
"Leave?"
"No!"
Qin Tian immediately denied. He was just a little bit away from levelling up. How could he miss such a good opportunity?
Moreover, the Wolf Soul belonged to him.
Now, it was passed on by Dugu Lang, but he had promised to give it to Qin Tian. If he did not give it … …
So what if it was passed on?
Against such a despicable person, Laozi will never be lenient. Since you don't give it to me, Laozi will reveal it.
"Amitabha … …"
"Benefactor … …"
Qin Tian was annoyed and said, "Bald donkey, don't say anything about bad omens. Laozi is sick of hearing it. Didn't you want me to fight against Shura sect's Luo Xian? Isn't it for the sake of obtaining more power to prepare for that battle? "
On the way, when he heard the monk say that Luo Xian was a hundred thousand times stronger than him, Qin Tian began to plan.
He believed that the monk did not lie to him.
Luo Xian was definitely stronger than what the monk said. In order to not be defeated, or to not die, he could only continue to raise his rank and grasp more power. Only by raising his rank would he be able to stand in an invincible position.
In the Tong Tian Pavilion, when he saw the Dark God Meng Qi being beaten to death by the white tiger girl, he knew that the undying supreme realm was not an ordinary level of power. It was a completely different concept from the peak of the undying war god realm. Even if he had the ultimate move, Heaven Shaking Sword, he was not confident.
That kind of pressure, only he could understand.
He wanted to become stronger.
He wanted to have the power to fight against the undying supreme.
The monk was stunned. His eyes flashed and he smiled faintly, "Benefactor, what I want to say is, since it's like this, this monk will accompany you."
"Haha … …"
"Monk, this is the real you."
Qin Tian burst into laughter and shouted in his heart, "Rank nine berserk … …"
With a flicker, Qin Tian instantly landed in the center of the hall. Qin Tian, who was invisible, looked at the surrounding disciples who had experienced fighting against the dark wolf. His eyes twisted, and he sneered, "Ten Thousand Phantom Kill!"
"Boom!!!"
"There's an enemy!"
"Everyone be careful, it's Qin Tian."
The disciples of the Saint Hall were all experienced in battles and could stand their own ground under any circumstances. When Qin Tian's ten thousand illusionary shadows entered his sea of consciousness, he immediately felt something was amiss and resisted the ten thousand illusionary shadows. Only resisted.
"Peng!"
Facing the dark wolf, he could not be distracted at all. When he resisted Qin Tian's ten thousand illusionary shadows, the wolf's claw slammed down. Blood spurted out from his chest and the primordial spirit in his sea of consciousness trembled.
Qin Tian had already calculated everything.
The elites of the Saint Hall were not the same as the undying experts from before. Their cultivation was definitely higher than theirs by a few levels. Moreover, they were experienced in battles and could deal with any sudden situation. It would be difficult to use ten thousand illusionary shadows to assassinate them. Qin Tian could only rely on the dark wolf's powerful attack.
After the wolf's attack, the pain in the body would cause the primordial spirit to loosen. Although it was only for a moment, to Qin Tian who had already calculated everything, it was an eternity.
"Kill!"
"Peng!"
Ten thousand illusionary shadows slashed towards the primordial spirit. Under the rank nine berserk, the primordial spirit was instantly torn apart.
The disciples of the Saint Hall were the most elite disciples of the Great Desolate Saint Sect. They were all nurtured with countless resources. Losing any one of them would be a huge loss to them. Now that one of them was killed, the other seventeen elites were burning with anger.
In an instant, they locked onto Qin Tian's position. They did not care about the dark wolves pouncing on him at all. That murderous aura forced Qin Tian to take a few steps back. The powerful spiritual pressure almost made him unable to breathe, and his body could not even move.
"F * * k!"
The feeling of being crushed to death, the feeling of having his head split apart, made Qin Tian extremely unhappy. He shouted, "Monk!"
Facing the pressure of the seventeen elites, ordinary high-ranked saints would have long been crushed into powder.
Qin Tian's face was pale as he retreated continuously. However, his eyes were filled with determination. His killing intent was unprecedentedly strong.
He was waiting.
Waiting for the right time … …
"Boom!"
The eight golden dragons attacked arrogantly and fearlessly. The monk's Buddhist Supreme Force erupted with a loud rumble, instantly dispelling the pressure from the seventeen Templar elites. It was extremely powerful.
At the same time!
Qin Tian smiled sinisterly. With a push of his legs, he poured all his strength into his arms. His body was like a ray of light.
Both of his fists punched out.
"Rumble!"
His fist smashed into the abdomen of an elite. The feeling of his fist smashing into flesh made Qin Tian excited.
"Puchi … …"
A mouthful of blood spurted out and his face turned slightly pale. Staring at Qin Tian who had revealed his true body, he screamed, "Kill … …"
"Not dead?!"
Qin Tian was secretly shocked. Such a powerful punch actually did not kill him.
"F * * k."
"To not die, Laozi will give you another punch!"
"Peng, peng, peng … …"
Every step he took was like a bolt of lightning striking down. In addition to the dense killing intent condensed from his Dao of Slaughter, the current Qin Tian was like a god of death. He did not care about the sixteen Saint Church elites that were rushing towards him.
In his eyes, there was only one person.
"Laozi will see if you will die … …"
"Zi, zi, zi … …"
The white Qi on his fists let out a 'zi zi' sound, like the sound of hot iron entering cold water. Both his fists were red, caused by the pressure of his strength. Not only his fists, even his eyes were red.
"With just you?"
"High rank saint trash, you dare to fight with me?"
"Die!"
"Sou!"
"Peng, peng, peng … …"
The air was filled with sounds of collisions and explosions. Qin Tian was sent flying by the Saint Hall elite's strength. However, the Saint Hall elite vomited blood again. This time, his injury was much heavier than the previous one.
The most important thing was.
At the moment when Qin Tian's fists struck out, the 'Ten Thousand Illusionary Killing' was unleashed. It rushed into his sea of consciousness. At the moment when he was sent flying, the ten thousand illusionary figures took the opportunity to attack him.
Die!
As for the sixteen disciples who were attacking Qin Tian, they were restrained by the monk's Buddhist Supreme Force, unable to move at all.
Facing sixteen peak undying realm experts, the monk was not feeling good either.
"Haha … …"
"Die or not?"
"Motherf * * ker, die now!"
Qin Tian crawled up from the ground, suppressing the blood in his chest. He laughed maniacally.
At this moment, he was extremely excited.
His blood was boiling!
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