Douluo: Marry a wife and become a god, and you will have many children and good fortune

"The master of the Soul Palace, Hun Miesheng, is here to congratulate Master Zhou on his wedding!"

Hearing this sound, all the guests attending the wedding trembled.

Although the soul is destroyed and the life is said to be congratulated.

But no one will believe it.

Who comes to congratulate someone who directly exudes the aura of a powerful fighting saint that makes people breathless?

What a disaster.

Everyone knows that if the soul is destroyed and reborn here today, it will definitely not be good.

Zhou Yi had previously killed the Second Heavenly Master of the Soul Palace and seven other powerful Dou Zun masters.

"I didn't expect that the most mysterious master of the Soul Palace, Hun Miesheng, would come in person."

The burly Lord Lei of Fenglei Pavilion narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the terrifying pressure of the saint, secretly horrified, envious, and fascinated.

"Zhouyi offended the Soul Palace. Whether we can truly rise depends on today. If we can pass the soul-destroying test, we can say that a carp turns into a dragon and soars into the sky. If we can't pass, today's happy event will probably become a funeral. Everything will be a funeral." It will all disappear!”

Venerable Lei is not worried about his own safety. Today, all major forces in Zhongzhou are here. No matter how strong the Soul Palace is, it cannot destroy everyone. That would be an enemy of everyone.

If the Soul Palace could do this, it would have wiped out all the forces long ago and unified Zhongzhou!

"Yao Chen is well aware of the strength of the Soul Palace, and Master Zhou must also be aware of it. He killed the Second Heavenly Lord of the Soul Palace and still married in such a high profile. What on earth can he rely on?"

Feng Zun, Feng Xian, had serious eyes and secretly guessed in his heart.

He has also heard of the evil reputation of soul destruction.

In that distant era, the Master of the Soul Palace once bloodbathed dozens of sects in one night.

That night, rivers of blood flowed and corpses lay everywhere. Five experts who had reached the peak of the Two-Star Fighting Saint died in his hands in embarrassment.

That night made the master of the Soul Palace gain a reputation, and also made the Soul Palace the apparent overlord of Zhongzhou.

Even Danta didn't dare to fight against it easily.

The evil reputation he had once almost frightened the entire Zhongzhou. Although he later faded out of people's sight due to long-term seclusion, his evil reputation still flourished.

The sky darkened, and thick black mist covered the sky and blocked the sun, giving people a terrifying pressure, as if a world-destroying demon was coming.

Three figures could be faintly seen in the black mist.

Each one exudes a terrifying aura.

Obviously they are all strong warriors.

Especially the leader, whose aura is as vast as an abyss, carries a terrifying soul pressure, and his soul power is terrifyingly high, having reached the level of the Great Perfection in the Heaven Realm.

It was obviously the master of the Soul Palace, Hun Mie Sheng.

Five-star fighting saint strong man.

"Husband!"

Pei Nanwei and others had worries in their eyes. These three people put too much pressure on them.

"Don't worry, just wait a moment, I'll kill some soul clan bastards to cheer you up and celebrate our wedding!"

Zhou Yi gave Pei Nanwei and others a reassuring look, turned around and climbed into the air.

Yaochen also came to Zhou Yi.

It's just that his junior Half Saint's strength is obviously not enough in front of the powerful Dou Saint.

"Boy, you are so crazy!"

The black mist surged, and a rickety figure as dry as a skeleton slowly stepped forward. It was dressed in black robes, its old face looked extremely dry, its eyes were sunken, and in the eye sockets, there were two ghost fires beating, with a trace of Weird.

Zhou Yi's unabashed words just now naturally fell on their ears.

Kill them for fun?

No one dared to be so arrogant in front of them.

"Are you the Great Heavenly Lord of the Soul Palace?"

Zhou Yi looked at this old figure, smiled slightly, and said loudly:

"As the saying goes, a dog that bites doesn't bark. The first one to jump out is you, the weakest one!"

"Boy, you are looking for death."

The Great Heavenly Lord's withered face looked gloomy. Under the light, his withered face looked slightly terrifying. The will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes danced slightly, and a hoarse and creepy voice suddenly sounded:

"See if I don't take away your soul!"

He is indeed the weakest among the three, and now he only has one star at the peak of Dou Sheng.

One of the other two is the master of the Soul Palace, Hun Mie Sheng.

One is the deputy palace master, a three-star fighting saint.

They are all better than him.

The palm of the Great Heavenly Lord's sleeve formed a seal.

"Chichi!"

As soon as the seal was formed, the space around Zhou Yi suddenly rippled. Immediately, many white shadows flashed into his eyes, and he saw that the surrounding void space suddenly transformed into countless sharp white bones, and stabbed at his body as fast as lightning.

"little tricks."

Faced with the lightning-fast bone spurs that surrounded them, Zhou Yi smiled, waved his sleeves, and a flame surged out of his hand, melting away the bone spurs almost instantly.

And the flames were as fast as lightning and rushed towards the Great Deity like maggots on the tarsal bones.

The flames are red and purple in color and change rapidly.

It gives people a feeling of incomparable magnificence and depth.

In this world, countless fire elements seemed to have found their own foundation and source.

In an instant, everyone rushed toward the flames.

As the fire element between heaven and earth was swallowed up, large tracts of frost began to fill the void, and extremely cold air surged out.

The world seemed to be frozen.

The Great Heavenly Lord's body trembled like chaff, his figure became sluggish, he was horrified, and a strong crisis enveloped his whole body.

"Palace Master, save me!"

The Great Heavenly Lord shouted in horror, Hun Miisheng immediately stretched out his hand to grab it, dividing the space, but the flame could burn the space.

However, with the strength of the Soul-Destroying Five-Star Fighting Saint, he was not afraid and directly moved the space and transferred the flame to other places.

"Is this the Fire of the Candle Dragon?"

"Is there such a strange fire between heaven and earth?"

Hun Miesheng stared at Zhou Yi. Er Tianzun was burned to ashes by this kind of flame before, so he naturally got the news.

According to the Book of Changes, this fire is the fire of the candle dragon.

Hun Mie Sheng knew a lot about strange fires. There was also Void Swallowing Flame who ranked second on the list of strange fires in the Soul Clan, but he had never heard of the name Zhulong Fire.

Therefore, he didn't pay much attention to Soul Destruction and just thought that Ertian Zun was too useless.

But I didn’t expect Candle Dragon Fire to be so awesome.

A strong Fighting Saint like Great Heavenly Lord is completely unstoppable.

But Zhou Yi took action.

He vaguely noticed that Zhou Yi didn't seem to be a fighting saint, and he didn't have the feeling of fighting a saint.

"I thought the biggest harvest this time was the souls of powerful alchemists such as Zhou Yi Yaochen, but I didn't expect there was an unexpected surprise!"

Hun Mie Sheng stared at Zhou Yi, his eyes becoming hot.

Not only the soul of Zhouyi.

This candle dragon's fire would cost him his soul and his life.

"Thank you, Lord, for saving your life!"

The Great Heavenly Lord retreated behind Hun Mie Sheng, with lingering fear in his heart, and said gratefully.

He almost thought he was going to die just now.

"It doesn't matter, this kid does have some strength, but that's all!"

Hun Mie Sheng waved his hand, took a step forward, and looked at Zhou Yi: "Are you going to just surrender, or do you want me to take action myself?"

"It's not impossible for me to capture you without mercy, it just depends on whether you have that ability!"

While speaking, the Qiankun Circle worn by Zhou Yi on his wrist suddenly flew out.

This moment.

As if a prehistoric ferocious beast had awakened, the terrifying coercion of the innate spiritual treasure swept out. Even a trace of it impacted the soul that had reached the perfection of the heavenly realm and was about to collapse.

The heads of the Great Heavenly Lord and the deputy hall master of the Three-Star Fighting Saint were even more blank.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

No one reacted, only a sound like fireworks exploding was heard.

The three fighting saint warriors, Hun Mie Sheng, Deputy Hall Master and Great Heavenly Lord, had their heads smashed by the Qiankun Circle.

Not just the physical body.

The soul was also shattered at that moment.

A complete death.

Very clean.

Not even the slightest pain.

Zhou Yi waved his hand and put the bodies of the three people into the space ring.

The black fog in the sky dispersed because of the death of three people.

The bright sunshine shines down again.

It shines on the faces that look like dreams and are full of sluggishness.

"Is this the end?"

"The master of the Soul Palace died like this?"

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