Douluo: I can steal other people's spirits

Ross was sweating, thinking that Lingmo attacked him just now, but he was gone.

Is this guy too weird?He appeared behind him silently, without showing any breath.

It seems that this kind of means of restraining energy can only be done by people who reach the rank of Title Douluo, right?

What's more, Ross is also a Contra-level powerhouse, and he can't find his existence.

"No hard work, no hard work! I will leave it to you, if there is nothing else, I will go first"

Ross really didn't want to deal with Lingmo anymore, and was frightened.

The scent of this ghost made his creeps, and he didn't want to wait for a moment.

"Okay! Go slow"

Lingmo was not polite. He counted them carefully. There were a total of 345 people, none of them missing.

Most of them were familiar faces that I saw in the auction house just now, and the other party didn't steal the information.

Rose took his men and began to retreat, leaving only these three hundred and forty-five people.

"You guys come with me"

Ling Mo only said one sentence, and at the beginning, he took them up the mountain.

However, after stepping on the stairs of the ghost door, some people were obviously a little scared, seeming to be frightened by this strange atmosphere.

Ling Mo noticed that most people still have a trace of fear.

Lingmo did not speak, but secretly wrote down their faces.

Being afraid is a good thing, which shows that they still have fear.

It seems that the auction house has not completely erased their souls, at least still retaining the so-called humanity.

Walking into the Yan Luo Temple, a group of more than 300 people stood in front of the Yan Luo Temple, quietly waiting for Lingmo's arrangements.

Perhaps in their hearts, entering this sect and waiting for them is just a darker place.

Among them, they often experience such things. Some people are bought by some powerful and powerful. After playing with them, they will basically be killed.

So they don’t think they can survive here.

But surprisingly, they did not resist anything!In other words, they are numb.

Even if they resisted and escaped here, they still couldn't escape death.

In the eyes of them without any survival skills, they know nothing but serve others.

"Now, you are arranged by age, and I will number you according to your age.

When you get here, I will forget all the names, code names and so on that you had in the auction house.

Here, you only have one code name, which is a set of numbers"

After that, more than 300 people began to line up in an orderly manner, and soon a long line was formed.

"Very good. From left to right, the points are arranged in 3,002 to 3,346. Do you understand?"

Three thousand?

When Ling Mo said this, Zhu Zhuqing was taken aback for a moment, and asked incomprehensibly: "Why is it three thousand?"

She didn't know that apart from Gui Ye and No.5, Lingmo had three thousand soldiers.

Counting the seven titled Douluo and not counting the ghost, Lingmo has a total of 3,000 Yin soldiers.

The three thousand in front are the code names of the three thousand soldiers.

"You have been up the mountain for so long, haven't you noticed anything around you?"

Ling Mo did not rush to explain, but looked around meaningfully and motioned to Zhu Zhuqing.

"thing?"

As soon as he said this, Zhu Zhuqing was stunned for a moment, and directly opened the Martial Soul, and the Star Eye opened directly.

Suddenly she saw an amazing scene.

In that dark corner, among the mountains and forests, there are so many strangely dressed people hidden.

Each of them is wearing the same clothes as No. 5, hiding in the mountains and forests, watching here all the time.

"Oh my God! This"

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned. Originally, she thought that Lingmo's ghost and number five were his last cards, but she didn't expect he had so many masters.

"I didn't expect it? These are the last cards of our ghost door"

Ling Mo said proudly, there is nothing to be humble.

In this world where strength is respected, strength is the best way to speak, and Lingmo does not need to be humble.

"Where did you get so many masters?"

Zhu Zhuqing was completely surprised. If she had worried about Lingmo's ability to deal with the Xingluo Empire earlier, then she had given up this idea at this moment.

What's a joke, this three thousand armor is enough to crush any force on the mainland.

"Hehe, this! Keep it secret for now"

Lingmo didn't want to tell anyone the secret of Jingjue Ancient City, because it might have a lot of cause and effect.

"Okay, go ahead and call out the catwoman"

Pinching Zhu Zhuqing's nose, Ling Mo whispered.

"Hate! Don't pinch my nose"

Zhu Zhuqing said angrily, then walked into the Yan Luo Temple and called out the catwoman who had been placed before.

A total of three hundred and forty-six people.

And this catwoman is the head of their group.

Three thousand and one!

As for Ghost Lord, Lingmo will not rank him, mainly because he is afraid that he will shoot himself with the giant sword.