Douluo: Thousands of Templates
Chapter 47 The scapegoat

"Wuhun possessed!"

Although his mind was shocked, the elite Contras of the Hall of Souls still instinctively summoned their own souls. I saw eight black long swords appear behind him from thin air, and spirit rings floating on the hilt of each sword.

yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!

Contra's appearance really looked no more than sixty years old, and coupled with the best spirit ring configuration, even in a place like the Spirit Hall, it could definitely be called a "genius".

Initially cautious, he jumped down from the valley very abnormally. When he was in the air, the black spirit ring on the seventh sword behind him came loose, and the eight long swords behind him rose up against the storm and turned into ten. The one meter long giant sword fell from the sky and pierced its disgusting body severely before the monster could not react.

exactly the martial soul of this Contra!

"#*￥$" The ferocious mouth of the monster was wide open, and it made incomprehensible rants, and could not hear any emotions. And after such rant pierced through Contra's ears, a spirit of hostility suddenly appeared in his heart.

"explosion!"

The eight-handed long sword was firmly inserted again, nailing the monster to the ground. Contra easily grabbed Feng Ling from the monster's mouth, and behind him, the last black spirit ring started to glow.

"Swield formation, wake up!"

The eight-handed long sword that was nailed to the monster's body lit up, and if there was no golden light pattern, the eight-handed long sword was connected in series, and a huge sword formation slowly formed around the monster.

"Remember, the one who destroyed you is the Counter of the Spirit Hall, Ye Xinghen!"

Contra's palm named Ye Xinghen suddenly clenched, and in the sword formation, eight long swords floated around the monster and began to spin at high speed. The unmoving monsters suppressed by the sword formation only had time to roar, and were stirred into powder by the clustered longswords.

After venting hostility in his heart, Ye Xinghen realized that his mentality had become different from the past, but now that the monster had been solved, she did not think about this matter carefully, she did not think about it, but look to the side that was saved by him. Ling Wind.

, who had carefully examined the information before coming, he naturally recognized the young master of the Imperial Wind Sect. It was just that now, his face was deathly pale, lying motionless on the ground, he was not as energetic as before. Looking at the stumps around, listening to the wails of the undead disciples, Ye Xinghen almost knew why Feng Ling had become like this.

After he sighed, he crouched down next to Feng Ling, hardened his heart and gripped his collar and raised it, seeing his possessed gaze, the spirit power in his body roared: "Feng Ling!"

This soul-powered roar woke Feng Ling from a trance state. He looked around confused. The scattered blood and limbs evoked memories he least wanted to face.

"Dead .. all dead ..." He muttered, slowly standing up from the ground, looking around, the great Yufeng Sect was unable to find a living person except for him and Contra in front of him.

Tears slipped silently from the corner of his eyes.

Looking at Feng Ling who was crying silently, Ye Xinghen opened her mouth, still ruthlessly saying: "Young man, although this will evoke bad memories for you, I still have to ask, "Young man, what the hell is going on here? Why did that happen? A monster like that? "

“He's not a monster.” Feng Ling wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, turned around, and looked at Contra with a moon-white robe in front of her. Ye Xinghen did not see it, and a slender mark protruded on Feng Ling's neck that was covered by clothes.

"That's……"

"He's my father!"

Fengling lowered her eyes, and she shuddered as long as she recalled the scene of her father rushing out of the room with his red eyes, grabbing a disciple and biting. In the entire Yufeng Sect, other than his father, the strongest were two emperor level soul elders. But the two elders who tried to stop their father did not even raise a cup of tea, and they became a new food.

"Yes ... Dad, he's always loved me so much ..."

Fengling lowered her head, the bulge on her neck becoming increasingly striking. While listening to Feng Xiao's roar, he felt that something had changed in his body, and now his body ...

“Wah, what happened? You said the monster was your father?” Ye Xinghen walked up to Feng Ling excitedly, grabbed her shoulder and asked excitedly. He had always believed in the news about the [disaster] released a year ago by the Wuhun Main Hall. But one year later, the predicted disaster showed no signs, which made a lot of strength slack in their hearts. But at this moment, he had a premonition that what happened in Yufengzong must be related to the predicted disaster!

"He ... is not a monster ... He ... is my father!" Feng Ling raised her head violently. At this moment, Ye Xinghen in front of him suddenly felt a crisis. But it was too late, Feng Ling's right hand was suddenly pierced, and a tentacle came out from her palm, piercing Ye Xinghen's chest.

"explosion!"

Ye Xinghen's soul force surged throughout her body, and suddenly the wind blew fiercely. He covered his chest and watched in disbelief as Feng Ling, who was climbing from the ground not far away, constantly stretched her tentacles under her skin, and gritted her teeth.

"You are also a monster!"

"The monster?" Feng Ling still had many reasons, her face changed, and she shouted in haste: "Foolish man, you will never know what true prowess is. Praise you, great mother of all things, You are the creator of countless lives in a trillion worlds. Tonight is the night of the full moon. We'll be in a silent forest with Contra as a sacrifice to free you from that dark world!"

"We ..." Ye Xinghen coughed out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and she sharply realized something was wrong from Feng Ling's words. Sure enough, behind him, heavy footsteps sounded.

Ye Xinghen turned her head stiffly, where the monster that was supposed to be stirred into powder by the sword formation walked towards her with a huge, terrifying mouth, even if the eight great swords that destroyed it earlier were inserted behind him.

"The disaster, has really come..."

He gritted his teeth, waved his hand violently, and the eight great swords flew back behind him again. Seeing the two monsters constantly approaching him, the eighth spirit ring behind Ye Xinghen shone again, a golden light pattern connected in series, and a terrifying sword formation once again appeared in this valley.

"After all, I'll get this news back here ..." His strength constantly dissipated along with the blood, and he even vaguely felt abnormal movements coming from his body. But at this moment, Ye Xinghen became as calm as before. He coldly looked at Feng Ling who rushed over with a grinning grin, and clenched her palm again.

"Swield formation, wake up!"

This attack was also considered the best in Contra, but had no effect.

No matter how many times Ye Xinghen killed them, they would be resurrected in a few seconds, delaying Ye Xinghen, and even she was forced back into the valley several times. It is not a matter of the amount of soul power, but the difference in existence itself.

Slowly, his sword-swinging hand became sluggish, as small tentacles slowly formed under the skin of his face. At this moment, he finally realized that he might really not be able to come out today, and even the news was not heard.

"Parents ... embarrassed by the cultivation of great adoration." He sighed, and after consuming the last trace of soul force, he closed his eyes desperately, facing the sharp teeth of the approaching monsters.

"ah! Mora Bharata!"

The sound of singing entered Ye Xinghen's ears, Ye Xinghen opened her eyes again, and was greatly shocked to see a tall figure surrounded by demonic energy, and slammed the monster full of tentacles on it.

"What me? After peeking into the essence, I thought that a troublesome man had come to this world. I don't expect this to be an ordinary heir, or the lowest kind."

"A black sheep dare to be fierce on my farm?!"

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