Douluo: I can steal other people's spirits

The dark high priest taunted as he accepted the move.

Obviously, they were opponents many years ago, and listening to this, it seems that Ghost Master had lost.

No, that fierce spirit was obviously dead, so it’s really hard to say who loses and who wins, after all, who will not let go of ruthless things.

The battle between the two had a great impact!The whole island was trembling.

Ling Mo was shocked by Gui Ye's superb swordsmanship, with fierceness in the domineering, and a bit soft in the cruelty, very peculiar swordsmanship.

"Unexpectedly, the strength of the senior is so strong! It is hard to imagine what kind of strong he was before his death."

Xue Nu was shocked in her heart, she couldn't help sighing in her heart, and she was still watching the sky.

She thought that she was already strong enough, but she didn't expect to find out after seeing the ghost master, it turns out that there is a sky outside, and there are people outside the world!

"The strength of the ghost is already very strong! But I am even more curious about his deeds during his lifetime"

Ling Mo was puzzled. He didn't know anything about Gui Ye's deeds.

According to the various signs of Jingjue Ancient City, it was the site of a battlefield for sake, or a city.

It is similar to the original imperial city in memory, but it is not very similar.

Lingmo felt very familiar, but it was definitely not the original imperial city!

However, the sense of familiarity is very strong, so Ling Mo faintly guessed that it might be the battlefield ruins he experienced in his second life.

Otherwise, why does he have such familiarity?Moreover, when the three thousand soldiers saw themselves, it was as if they had found their master. They were obedient to Lingmo without any complaints.

There are various signs that those soldiers should be related to their second life, maybe they are subordinates of their previous life.

Wait, if that's the case, isn't Jingjue Ancient City just its own tomb?

Damn, I steal my own grave?

The more I thought about it, the more weird it became, as if it made sense, Ling Mo suddenly felt bad.

How many millions of years after my own death, and then go to steal my own grave?

It sounds amazing.

Jingjue Ancient City is almost certain that it does not belong to the Douluo Continent. It is a confined space opened by the third bronze coffin.

So this possibility is very large.

The impact of the fierce battle between the strong on both sides was so great that Lingmo and others couldn't get close at all, even if it was Snow Girl, they didn't dare to get close.

This level of battle changes in an instant, and it is impossible to see which one is falling.

Obviously, they want to tell the winner, it is impossible in a short time.

"Is that Rashomon?"

After watching the battle for a while, Ling Mo looked towards the altar above the sea cliff and clearly saw a gate erected on the altar.

As Xiao Qi described, the door had been opened, but there were several chains on the door, and the contents could not be broken free.

Chapter 365: The Source of Disaster?

"Yes, that is what they call Rashomon!"

Xiao Qiyi, who followed the team, said with a look of fear.

From the moment he entered here, he had already thought that if something went wrong, he would go ahead.

This guy, don't count on him at critical moments. Whenever he encounters danger, he will definitely be the first to run.

Lingmo cast his gaze on Rashomon, and said with a serious expression: "Rashomon has been opened and cannot be closed.

The only way is to strengthen the seal to restrict the contents and not let them out."

"What are you going to do?"

Xue Nu said thoughtfully, looking in the direction that Ling Mo was pointing, she also saw the gate.

"Rashomon is not in a hurry for the time being, because the door is already open and the chicken is useless!

The most important thing at the moment is to first solve the source of this riot."

Ling Mo murmured, her voice was not loud, but Xue Nu could hear her clearly.

"The source of chaos? Do you mean the black fog above Rashomon?"

Xue Nu was puzzled. It was the first time she heard this word, and she seemed to understand something. This riot may have been caused by the source of disaster mentioned by Lingmo.

"If I didn't guess wrong, it should be the black fog. Do you feel a very evil aura?

The source of that breath is the black mist, I don't know what's inside.

Only by seeing with your own eyes can you draw a conclusion!"

Ling Mo continued to explain that he still has a lot of doubts at this stage of the matter, but no one can answer his doubts.

For example, what is the root of the disaster?What caused the current riots?

And, why does Rashomon exist?How did they open?

The altar originally existed, that is to say, the altar already existed a long time ago.

Since it was the entrance to the Rashomon Gate, who set up this altar?When was it set again?

What happened in the Douluo Continent millions of years ago?Why did things like martial souls and spirit rings derive?

Very fascinated, Ling Mo is really fascinated, if you keep thinking about these issues, then all this seems so natural.

But if you think about these issues carefully, you will find many loopholes in them.

"I don't quite understand what you are saying! If you need my help, even if I don't understand, I can stand behind you silently and support you."

Xue Nu said sincerely that she has entrusted her destiny and future to Lingmo. Even if she doesn't know what Lingmo wants to do, she will support her.

Lingmo's choice is her choice!

"Stop those people for me, I want to see with my own eyes what the so-called source of disaster is"

As soon as the voice fell, Lingmo directly sacrificed the Spirit Orb and went to the altar alone.

"Stop him!"