The Unusual Number of Douluo

The ghost murmured, then looked at the figure ahead, and shook his head subconsciously. Why bother?

The ninth spirit ring on the ghost suddenly gleamed, and Mu Yuan, who noticed the fluctuation of spirit power, looked back, and his heart suddenly jumped.

"Infinite-devouring ghosts!"

In the gloomy forest, countless ghost-like shadows flickered, and wailing, screams, and screams echoed in the forest as if from under hell.

Mu Yuan's spirit ring flashed twice, and the giant trees turned into treants to resist, the huge branches waved, and countless ghosts were turned into black smoke and slowly dissipated.

But in the face of the black ghosts that are still growing continuously, this is just a drop in the bucket.

A ghost image was wrapped around Mu Yuan's body, and the ghost image seemed to be the same as the substance. When you opened your mouth, you would bite into two blood holes. The blood flowed out, not only blood, but also soul power, life and other things. Passing fast.

The spirit power on his body was violent, and the ghosts entangled in his body disappeared, but the next moment more ghosts were entangled. Looking at the countless ghosts in the forest, Mu Yuan couldn't help feeling desperate.

The ghost stood quietly in the distance looking at Mu Yuan, there were more ghosts burrowing out of the ground. In his opinion, the game was set.

"Don't just give up like that."

Suddenly, Mu Yuan's eyes widened in despair, and a erratic voice came from somewhere in his ear.

The ghost wrinkled his brows, and suddenly looked at a figure in a black robe tens of meters away. He stood on a branch. I don’t know how long he had been here. He seemed to feel the ghost’s gaze. The figure turned around, quietly. Looked at him.

The ghost stunned, and then quickly retreated tens of meters and looked at Zhao Xuan vigilantly.

"Who is he?!"

The ghost was horrified, and the outfit of the person opposite was very similar to him, but he didn't know when the other person touched his side.

Mu Yuan was taken aback when he saw the movement of the ghost, and then followed his gaze to Zhao Xuan, his gaze condensed, is it his voice transmission?

Looking at the ghosts in the sky, even Zhao Xuan felt a little creepy, but it was a pity that Zhao Xuan restrained them quite a bit.

Under the gaze of Guimei and Mu Yuan, a gleam of thunder light suddenly appeared in Zhao Xuan's hand, which in an instant turned into a huge thunder net to shuttle through the forest.

Those ghost images are like seeing the snow in the sun. Everything that Zhao Xuan Thunder touches is instantly shattered, and the densely packed scary ghost images disappear in an instant.

The ghost's body shook slightly, and the face hidden under the mask suddenly turned pale. What is this?!

His ninth spirit ability is the same as his own body. Those misty ghosts can be said to be his avatars. The spirit power and vitality they draw can supplement him, but now the other party does not even have a spirit ring. Released, his ninth spirit ability was broken?!

The ghostly eyes stared at Zhao Xuan, he could feel the opponent as his natural enemy, and the shining purple-gold thunder made him frightened.

Zixiao Divine Thunder, the first ray of thunder born after the chaos broke open, Lei is pure sun, which has great restraint on all evil things in the world, and Zixiao Divine Thunder is even more so.

Even Zhao Xuan himself could not have imagined that the ninth spirit ability of a titled Douluo was wiped out by him effortlessly.

Mu Yuan stared at the thunder flashing in the forest with a dull expression. His heart was shaken. Is this really the Ghost Douluo who chased him in a hurry?Why is it so vulnerable in the hands of others.

Purple gold thunder...

The ghosts' pupils suddenly shrank, and they looked at Zhao Xuan fiercely: "Is the strong man Mu Shiqi talking about you?"

Zhao Xuan was startled slightly, and then remembered the person he met when he saved Mu 11 and Mu 12, the traitor of the ascetic temple.

"You once again undermined the actions of my Wuhun Temple, no matter who you are, one day you will taste the bitter fruit you planted yourself!"

The ruthless words fell, and the ghost chose to run away without hesitation under Zhao Xuan's surprised gaze.

Zhao Xuan was stunned, saying that Title Douluo had become so awkward, but after thinking about it, this guy still had a bit of a brain, knowing that he was restrained and he did not hesitate to choose the most correct path.

Anyway, he has already offended the Wuhun Temple, and if he continues to stay, Zhao Xuan will definitely not show mercy.

"In Xia Mu Yuan, thank you for your help." At this moment, Mu Yuan came from a distance, put his hands together on his chest and thanked Zhao Xuan.

"Mu Yuan? What is your position in the Hall of Asceticism?" Zhao Xuan asked curiously.

Mu Yuan was shocked. The voice was so young. As for the question Zhao Xuan said, he hesitated and said, "Here is the Lord of the Ascetic Hall."

Zhao Xuan glanced at him, and he was about the same as he expected. This kind of strength is certainly not low in the Hall of Asceticism, and the Hall Master was also in his expectation.

"This is not a place to talk. Let's change the place first." Zhao Xuan frowned when he noticed several breaths rushing towards this place.

Mu Yuan also seemed to feel something and nodded.

The two moved towards the periphery of the Star Dou Forest, then found a place at will and stopped.

"Master Mu, I can save your life, can you tell me what your Wuhun Temple is doing?" Zhao Xuan sat on the branch of an old tree and asked with interest. Tao.

Mu Yuan looked wary and said, "Who is your Excellency and why wants to know these things."

Zhao Xuan gave Mu Yuan a weird look and said, "Sir, you have been abandoned by the Spirit Hall. I also saved your life. Do you still want to keep these secrets for the Spirit Hall."

Mu Yuan was startled, a look of loss suddenly appeared in his eyes, yes, now he has been expelled from the Spirit Hall, and he is no longer a member of the Spirit Hall.

After hesitating, Mu Yuan said, "I don't know what the Pope wants to do, but the new Pope is very ambitious and cruel, she..."

After Mu Yuan paused, he felt a little difficult to speak, because he always felt a sense of anxiety in his heart.

Zhao Xuan's eyes moved slightly, and he saw the anxiety in Mu Yuan's heart. He breathed out a stale breath. It seemed that the pope was a very uncomfortable person.

Turning his head to look at Mu Yuan, Zhao Xuan suddenly felt a glow in his heart. This is a personal talent. Since you don't want it, then I will...

"Ahem, that..."

Chapter 158

"Um... do you have any plans in the future?" Zhao Xuan coughed dryly, then looked at Mu Yuan with burning eyes.

Mu Yuan was about to shake his head, when he suddenly noticed Zhao Xuan's eyes, his heart moved, and he slowly said, "I don't have any thoughts for the time being."

When he spoke, his voice trembled slightly, with a touch of sadness, and was abandoned by the Wuhun Hall that had dedicated his life. That kind of violent sadness is beyond words to describe.

Thinking of that figure, his eyes showed hatred unconsciously.

Zhao Xuan had been observing him and saw the hatred in Mu Yuan's eyes. He was stunned, but he could feel that Mu Yuan was not aiming at him. In this way, it is self-evident who the hatred was directed at. Up.

Zhao Xuan must no longer bend in his heart. He stared at Mu Yuan and said openly: "Since you have nowhere to go for the time being, why not come to me? Speaking of which, there are still two people in your palace with me. "

Mu Yuan's heart moved. The other party was soliciting him without any concealment, but when he heard that there were other people living in the Ascetic Palace besides himself, Mu Yuan couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who are those two?"

He had noticed from the conversation between Zhao Xuan and Guimei just now. At this moment, after Zhao Xuan said directly that there were still people living in the Ascetic Palace, the surprise in his heart could not be said.

"Wood Eleven, Wood Twelve." Zhao Xuan couldn't help but smile as the two figures appeared in his mind.

"Eleven and twelve? It's great, they are still alive!" Mu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered with some joy.

This time the Pope swallowed the power of their Ascetic Palace. In addition to the grass on the wall, there are many people who are as unwilling to obey him. He thought that under the huge power of the Wuhun Hall, the others were already dead and wounded. He did not expect Others were protected.