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You can search for the "Fiction Search System (www.soxs.cc)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Outside the Holy Soul Village.

On the hill.

A group of people dressed in the costumes of the Spirit Hall stood in a line, standing quietly, and powerful spirit power fluctuations appeared in everyone, and the weakest person was even the soul sovereign!

Bishop Besca, who had a close relationship with Yang Ming, a dignified soul sage above 70, stood behind a young teenager with an extremely respectful attitude.

The young man looks extremely handsome, with a touch of heroic aura between his eyebrows, and his gestures made the spirit hall elites behind him dare not breathe, seeming to have a very high status in the spirit hall.

However, if you look closely, you will find that there is no Adam's apple in the boy's throat, which is quite strange.

Seeing not far away, the Holy Soul Village was falling apart in the raging fire, countless villagers were slaughtered by black horses, and the boy was expressionless.

On the contrary, Bishop Besca's face covered with age spots, like a chrysanthemum blooming, the layers of folds eased, and a gentle smile was squeezed out, saying:

"My lord, the first step to subdue Yang Ming has been successfully completed."

"Presumably, after losing the home he wants to protect, as well as the villagers and relatives he wants to protect, Yang Ming will fully understand the importance of strength. When that time comes, I will come forward and give Yang Ming the best treatment. , The most intimate care, presumably he will be grateful to our spirit hall, and in time, he will change his mind and join us."

The teenager was noncommittal and said:

"Ok."

Bishop Besca didn't know what the young man was thinking in front of him. This did not prevent him from continuing to claim credit, saying:

"My lord, please rest assured, there will never be any difference in this matter."

"Even if Yang Ming perceives something wrong and wants to investigate, at most he will trace it from the Blackwater Mercenary Group to the Star Luo Empire, and it won't affect us."

"On the surface, this Black Water Mercenary Group specializes in some shameless missions. It is actually one of the white gloves used by an elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect to collect money. To be able to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

The teenager nodded slightly and commented:

"Not bad."

Besca was overjoyed, knowing that the plan he had spent a lot of time arranging was finally recognized by this person, and smiled:

"Next, is my second step plan."

"In the next few years, with Yang Ming's qualifications, he will soon be able to reach level 20 or above. It's time to go to the Intermediate Soul Master Academy for further study. I have already contacted the major universities in Soto City and gave them The dean greeted Yang Ming and was determined not to recruit Yang Ming."

"In desperation, there is only our Wuhun Temple, and it can only be the academy opened by our Wuhun Temple, and will always open the door to Yang Ming. He is a smart boy who will make the most sensible choice and join us. The Soul Palace is his only way out!"

"It's just that there is a small loophole in it. If Yang Ming stays away from Soto City, with my authority, he will be a little powerless."

At this moment, I heard a roar from the Holy Soul Village from afar, and then half of the sky reflected by a fire that soared into the sky was blue, and a few strange rays of light flashed in the boy's eyes.

Bishop Besca was taken aback by the roar, and when he stared intently, he was shocked from ear to ear.

Yang Ming's stunts almost razed a small half of the village, swept across the turbulent blue sea of ​​fire, and the entire Heishui mercenary group was wiped out!

Although, Bishop Besca had long secretly confessed that he asked the head of Heishui to release water when necessary, so that Yang Ming could escape by luck.

Bishop Besca also thought that the Blackwater Mercenary Group would be destroyed by Yang Ming.

However, it should not be this time!

When Yang Ming was only a fifteenth-level spirit master, he would completely destroy a two-hundred-man mercenary group!

With a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, the boy turned around, leaning against the sea of ​​flames rising to the sky, and his face was particularly delicate.Girls' short stories www.nsxxs.com

"It's okay. I will inform the other city colleges and universities outside Soto City to refuse to accept the student Yang Ming. Presumably, for the sake of my face, they won't, and they don't dare to do anything wrong."

Hearing this, a big stone fell in the heart of Bishop Besca.

With the promise of this adult, his next plan is stable!

...

Inside the Holy Soul Village.

After disarming the body of the spirit ability, Yang Ming had only time to take out the spare clothes from the Youhaina Ring and put it on his body, and the sequelae of using the Eight Door Dunjia immediately affected the whole body.

pain!

Pain!

Yang Ming lay down on the ground, his limbs spasm slightly. It was the product of extreme muscle fatigue. Even Yang Ming could feel a fiery pain in his heart and lungs every time he breathed in air, and every cell was undergoing a powerful breakthrough. Pain after the limit.

"Yang Ming!"

Tang San and Xiao Wu ran forward with old Jack on their backs.

As a disciple of the Tang Sect, the Tang Sect knew a lot about medicine, and when he saw Yang Ming's appearance, he was secretly surprised.

"It seems that the secret technique used just now has surpassed the load that Yang Ming can bear. If it were an ordinary person, it would have been so painful now?"

Seeing that Yang Ming just pressed his lips tightly, the painful cold sweat kept overflowing, and he didn't say anything, Tang San couldn't help but give Yang Ming a thumbs up.

Because, Tang San asked himself, if he changed to Yang Ming, he would definitely not be so hard-hearted.

Seeing the painful expression on Yang Ming's face made Xiao Wu particularly worried, as if the pain was not Yang Ming at this moment, but herself, and asked quickly:

"Little San, how is Yang Ming?"

"Let me try to ease his pain."

Tang San squatted down, or kneaded or squeezed, or lightly patted the spasm muscles on Yang Ming's body, with just the right amount of strength, with a vague vigor, to relieve the soreness of the muscles in Yang Ming.

After more than ten minutes of hard work, Yang Ming's face finally improved a lot.

Tang San patted Yang Ming on the back lightly, and smiled:

"Not dead yet? Can you stand up?"

Yang Ming rolled his eyes, already weak to spit out, and with the help of Tang San, he staggered up from the ground.

Watching the surrounding village houses ignite a big fire, and the once-familiar Holy Soul Village will become history, Yang Ming felt rather sad and secretly said:

"Everyone... I will definitely find the real culprit who caused all of this and avenge you, I swear!"

Breathing the burning smell in the air, Yang Ming calmed down and said:

"Third brother, let's go back to Notting City first, and then we will discuss the long-term plan."

Tang San heard the meaning of Yang Ming's words, now is not the time to take revenge, he must practice hard, and only after he becomes stronger can he be able to track down the secrets inside.

Tang San nodded heavily, his house had nothing to clean up, and helped Yang Ming to leave.

Xiao Wu carried old Jack on his back and kept up with it step by step.

The backs of the four people stretched very long in the remains of the Holy Soul Village.