Against the Gods

East of the Black Soul Mountain Range, belonging to the Soul Sect.

Thunderwind, vice-chancellor of the 36th Hall of Soul Sect, his tall body, cold face, with powerful eyes staring at the disciples standing neatly in front of him.

“Something went wrong in Black Town, and the cousin went to Black Town this morning, so I supervised the examination.” Thunderstorm swept and sighed: “You are the best 100 disciples out of the 36,000 disciples! The future of our Thirty-sixth Hall and the whole Soul Sect is in your hands, and you deserve to be proud! ”

“However, there are only twenty people who will be able to participate in the full competition after three months. Today is the first level of assessment. If you want to participate in the whole competition, give me your skills! ”

He was in front of a hundred spiritual disciples, and at a glance he could see that he was a younger disciple. But their aura of profound power is astonishing. Nearly 60% of them are in the late realm of divine power. The remaining 40% have reached the realm of divine soul, and the strongest few are near the middle of the realm of divine soul.

Being able to achieve such a cultivation at less than one child's age, in the next star world, is absolutely an arrogant and supreme genius.

They are the most centuries-old of the tens of thousands of young disciples in the 36th Hall of Soul Sect, placed in the young life of the entire black kingdom, are the top of the list.

“The rules are clear. You have only two hours.” Thunderstorm stretches out two fingers: "Within two hours, whatever the outcome, you must come back here. If it's more than two hours, even for a breath, you don't have to come back. Go straight back to Zongmen. Do you understand me? ”

“Understood!” The disciples answered.

“Okay, let the exam begin, you guys go! ”

By a thunderwind, the disciples quickly spread out and quickly disappeared into all corners of the Black Soul Mountains, while the thunderwind stayed where it was and closed his eyes to rest.

A moment later, between the valleys of two short hills, a soul disciple slowly proceeded. As a young disciple of the Divine Soul Realm, he possesses enormous capital of pride and qualifies as a solo disciple.

He felt the smell of the beast not far ahead, slowly approaching... but did not notice at all, just five feet away from his side, there was a figure that he could not consciously detect, even his eyes could not see. At the same time, the invisible figure held up a small blade like a blue butterfly.

Ding!

It is not strong, or a faint air erupts instantaneously, and disappears from a brief moment to an even undetected moment. The Soul disciple felt a sudden itch in his neck, like he had been bitten by a mosquito, his subconscious hand slapped, and then the line of sight in front of him suddenly misplaced...

His head fell flat from his neck and his face didn't even have time to shout, let alone scream.

With Xuan Qi's instant release, Yun Che's body also appeared, his fingers rapidly backward, the Soul Sect disciple still standing there with a thin layer of ice, the blood before it could disperse, has been sealed.

Yun Che did not look back, he took two steps forward and his figure disappeared again into the air.

At the beginning of the valley, the figure of the second Soul disciple appeared. At first glance, he saw the body without his head. He was shocked. Just about to rush over, a cold light had burst out of the air on his right side, sealing his throat with one blade!

In the other direction, the four Soul Sect disciples are moving forward together. The clouds were hidden on a dozen tall mountain stones, and the indifferent eyes were locked on the four.

With a broken moon shadow accompanied by a butterfly blade assassination, below the realm of divine hijacking, he is confident that he can achieve absolute silence and safety. But only suitable for assassinating a single person, if there are many people, to achieve an unconscious moment of throat sealing, two are okay, three are a little reluctant, the words of four are too difficult... after all, these are not ordinary disciples of the soul sect!

When the four men came beneath Yunchuang's gaze, he did not move, but suddenly appeared in shape, in his indifferent pupils, igniting two points of red gold flame.

An invisible cage of soul power to the perimeter.

Illusional Realm - Red Butterfly!!

The footsteps of the four Soul disciples stopped at the same time, and they looked forward, gradually straightening, and in their eyes, they all reflected a red, winged butterfly shadow.

“You see, butterflies like fire.” A Soul Sect disciple said.

“Bullshit, of course. But this is the first time I've seen a butterfly like this. Isn't it some kind of fire spirit?” Another Soul disciple, looking at the red butterfly dancing “in front of his eyes", did not notice a slight difference.

“How could there be fire spirits here? Oh, here comes another one... and a dozen more, weird, where did they all come from?” As he spoke, he was completely unaware that his eyes were getting straighter and his voice was getting weaker.

“As if… more…… more……… more……………………"

The flames of red butterflies dancing in sight changed from one to two, and then from trance to more than a dozen… hundreds… thousands… until the whole field of vision, the whole world… At the end of the day, there was no shadow of red butterflies in sight, except a flame burning by a bear.

And when the flames were extinguished, the flames of their souls were burned out.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four spiritual disciples, like four wooden piles blown down by the wind, fell in two breaths, and their death forms were identical... their expression was stagnant, their eyes were wide open, but there was no glow, only gray white.

And their bodies are still releasing the breath of life, the blood is spinning normally, and the heart is beating evenly… but it is never possible to wake up.

Yun Che's body disappeared again at this time, approaching the next goal without shadow and shadow.

In the field of red butterflies, Jin Wu burns the eighth largest force in the world. It is the second spiritual domain owned by Yunchuang after the Dragon Soul Realm. But the difference is, the dragon soul realm is a powerful soul deterrent, and the red butterfly realm is far less than the domination of the dragon soul realm, but more ruthless - the soul burns!

What is even scarier is that it releases the golden flame force in the soul medium, without the exodus of the golden flame, so long as it is properly controlled, it can be silent!

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Almost an hour before the end of the assessment, the thunderwind suddenly opened its eyes.

He felt something was wrong.

The mountains in front of us are incredibly quiet, with no disciples shouting, no beasts roaring, and every little breeze that has swayed through our ears is so clear.

An unknown sense of anxiety surfaced in his heart. He flew up and quickly released his consciousness, but for a long time he did not perceive the smell of any disciple.

The anxiety in his heart widened suddenly, he rushed to the deep end of the mountains, his eyes swept underneath, and at some point he finally sensed several breaths of life... but then his pupils shrunk and fell.

Six people, all straightened to the ground, eyes widened, but no pupils were visible. Breathing and breath are extremely weak, without any wounds or blood, but they are still motionless, as if they had no soul.

“This… what is going on!?” Thunderstorm's heart was terrified, then he rolled up, and Xuan Qi released, shouting: “Who! Who dared to reckon with my soul! Get the fuck out!! ”

His roar spread far in the mountains, but he did not respond.

As the ice melted, the blockaded blood gas began to escape rapidly, following the blood, and Thunderstorm found the body of one disciple after another. These disciples have the same mortal form, with a different head, a flat cut to the head and body, as if they had been polished.

The expression on his head rarely sees fear, or even calm.

And the uncircumcised disciples, all staring at each other, were still alive, but their consciousness had become empty.

As he gradually magnified his fear, six... ten... thirty... sixty... one hundred...

The bodies of 100 disciples, all found, are not spared!!

And he never noticed a hint of abnormal noise and aura, and he didn't hear any of his disciples.

The only explanation is that these disciples, whether acting alone or accompanied by multiple people, are all instantly annihilated and silent! Otherwise, even if it's just a half breath, he can detect it by letting any disciple make a slightly louder scream.

Even more frightening than instantaneous annihilation is the instantaneous annihilation of a disciple of the Divine Soul Realm, even if the divine realm is seized, more than 50% of the power should be used. And this level of power, not far apart, even if it converges immediately after release, he has no reason not to notice.

But when all 100 disciples died, he felt nothing!

This unknown fear makes Thunderstorm's scalp numb. A chill runs wildly along his spinal bones... impossible! This can't happen, is it a ghost... is it a ghost?

“Get the fuck out of here! Don't mess with our soul sect, wait for the Nine Nation to be destroyed!! ”

Thunderstorm roared, quickly turning his body in the air, the roar appeared amazing, but it was trembling and frightening.

If only these were ordinary soul disciples. But… these weird and transgressive 100 Soul Sect disciples, not just ordinary disciples, but also the best 100 disciples of his thirty-sixth life, are enormous losses for the thirty-sixth and even the entire Soul Sect.

The most immediate consequence is that the whole of the big picture that follows, their 36th Hall will be directly underneath, and the younger generation will no longer be able to see.

Under the cold and fear in his heart, his strong momentum quickly collapsed, grabbing two disciples and quickly flying in the direction of the General Sect, and suddenly he felt a rather intense smell of gorilla blood as he flew to his previous position.

Just where he had closed his eyes for an hour before, two rows of pretty big blood were printed at this time:

100,000 black souls, blood sacrifices, wooden souls!

- Lingyun.

Blood spilled out, distinguished just now, and neither just now did he perceive the presence of any breath.

Thunderstorm felt his body start to shake uncontrollably. He took out a Xuan Shadow Stone and printed the images of these blood words, but he dared no longer shout, but rushed to the Sect like a dead man.

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