Chapter 152 151. Bishop Beska, You Will Definitely Die Today

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The wind is rustling, the rain is rustling, the wind and rain are rustling and the leaves are floating.

The cold night wind, the cold night rain, the chilling killing intent.

In the originally bustling alleyway, only the wind and rain and the sound of battles sounded from time to time were left quiet at this moment. The windows and doors of the surrounding shops and houses were closed tightly, and no one dared to poke their heads out and wait and see.

Yang Ming once again dodged the surprise attack of a water snake condensed by the rain around him. At the same time, with his right hand, the mysterious sword blocked the bird claw attack of the deacon of Wuhun Temple who was disguised as the owner of the grocery store.

The bird's claws, which were painted with poisonous green, slashed viciously across the long and narrow knife, rubbing fierce sparks, making an unpleasant and harsh sound like fingernails rubbing against a blackboard.

The erected yellow pupils showed a trace of coldness, and the deacon of the Wuhun Temple exerted force on his waist, and kicked his right foot suddenly in mid-air, and the bird claw on his foot pointed directly at Yang Ming's neck.

Yang Ming's eyes moved, and golden ripples rippling behind him. The weapon Wuhun collected earlier, the pink cover, the broken blade, and the green bamboo flew out like bullets, and the speed even scratched In the night, there was an extremely sharp whistling sound.

The most important thing is that these captured martial souls are not just shot out as bullets, each martial soul retains its own ability.

It's like the pink hood that seized Zibule, once it covers the head, it will control the body.

The deacon of Wuhundian obviously suffered from this loss, and immediately his arms full of feathers were about to shake, trying to avoid the past.

Yang Ming's eyes were sharp, and from the corner of his eyes, he had been paying attention to the battle on Feng Baobao's side. Seeing that she had not been able to break through the joint blockade of the twelve soul kings and soul emperors of the soul sect, he was secretly anxious.

Once the time dragged on for too long, when the guards of Soto City reacted, if that Titled Douluo rushed back from outside the city after receiving the news, he might fail today.

Immediately, a fierce look flashed in Yang Ming's eyes without any hesitation.

"Open the door, the door of rest, the door of life, the door of injury, the door of Du, the door of scene, open it for me!!"

A surging soul power suddenly emerged from Yang Ming's body. If the previous soul power was compared to a gurgling brook, the current soul power is like a raging Yellow River!

Every time the eight-door Dunjia opens four, six, seven, or eight doors, a qualitative change will occur.

At the same time, Bamen Dunjia is still a very basic skill test. The more profound the accumulated background, the strength gained after opening will increase by leaps and bounds.

Yang Ming had previously opened four doors, and his soul power had reached the level of more than fifty soul kings, but when he opened six doors, he barely broke through to the first level of a soul emperor!

Seeing the soaring soul power of the black-robed man in front of him, the deacon of Wuhundian was confused on the spot!

He obviously doesn't understand what cheating is!

At the same time, receiving the soul power irrigation of Yang Ming's Soul Emperor level, the strength of Yu Jin standing behind Yang Ming also soared. Yu Jin's strength was linked to the soul power provided by Yang Ming, and he was obviously at the Soul Emperor level at this time.

Yu Jin roared angrily, and swung the long naginata with his muscular arms, the slanted light of the knife even cut the rain curtain in half!

Unexpected changes, not to mention the deacon of Wuhundian who didn't have time to react, even Bishop Beska, who has been paying attention to this side, the wrinkles on his face seemed to tremble slightly because of being too surprised, like caterpillars wriggling It looks disgusting.

Pooh!

The crescent-shaped knife slashed past coldly, and half of the corpse fell into a puddle of rain.

The turbid rainwater and the scalding blood made this place exude a murderous atmosphere.

Yang Ming's eyes turned, and the old face of Bishop Beska was reflected in the blood-colored pupils. The Sangou jade continued to spin rapidly, almost turning into a certain pattern.

Yang Ming faintly felt that as long as Bishop Beska was killed, his three-gou jade Sharingan would evolve into a Kaleidoscope Sharingan!

With a sudden step on the right foot, it was like an elephant stepping on the ground, leaving a deep footprint on the bluestone floor, and the person flew out like a dragon.

Li Lianhua!

In the middle of the journey, Yang Ming's black robe stirred up irregular fluctuations, exceeding the speed of sound, causing a series of phantoms behind him, overlapping, real and false.

Among the twelve soul kings and soul emperors who blocked Feng Baobao, someone immediately cast a martial soul skill.

However, Yang Ming's speed was too fast, and their soul skills often missed, and they couldn't hit anyone at all!

Bishop Beska stood quietly at the entrance of the hospital, the crutch in his hand moved forward a little.

At the same time, the seven soul rings under his feet spun continuously, blooming three colors of yellow, purple, and black. Unlike other people who released them individually, they were like cogs in a machine, connected as one.

The rain puddles under the steps of the hospital were summoned one after another, and suddenly gathered together, the water surface was solidified and lifted like a coffin, forming a large water wall ten meters long, three meters wide, and fifteen meters high. Yang Ming must pass the road ahead.

Just like the deformed child with the ground wall martial soul, Bishop Beska's martial soul is also very strange, it is a kind of martial soul called Bingyu.

In the early stage of Ice Rain's awakening, he didn't have any attack ability, and even his control ability was mediocre, which could be compared with the useless martial soul like Blue Silver Grass.

If it wasn't for Wuhundian's insightful eyes and pearls, allowing the young Beska to enter the Soul Master Academy specially established by Wuhundian, I am afraid that he would not be able to become a soul master at all, and it would not even be possible to grow into a seventy-eighth-level soul saint super strong.

The best goodness is like water.

The road ahead was blocked by a wall of water, and Yang Ming didn't care to expose it. He immediately used the soul skill Fire Demon King to perform a partial transformation. The protruding arms and sleeves were burned to ashes, as if inflating a balloon, at a speed visible to the naked eye. It swelled into a thick flaming arm like a load-bearing column.

laugh!

It was as if a red-hot soldering iron was placed in icy water, a large cloud of smoke billowed out, and the surface of the water wall bubbled violently like boiling water, and the body shrank rapidly.

Yang Ming's Wuhun Qinglian Dixinhuo and his soul skill Flame Demon King are very recognizable.

For Bishop Beska, who has always been concerned about Yang Ming's growth, he immediately recognized the true identity of the black-robed man in front of him, and subconsciously shrank slightly with his always calm and composed turbid eyes.

"Oh it's you!"

"Are you still alive?"

A cry of surprise revealed Bishop Beska's previous plot.

Obviously, Bishop Beska has been working hard to find the murderer who destroyed the main hall of Wuhun recently, and he has no energy to care about the follow-up. Perhaps in his opinion, the elite team he sent to instigate a wave of soul beasts, killing Yang Ming himself A surefire thing.

Amidst the rising steam, Yang Ming's figure passed through the water wall, and a bloody light burst out of his eyes.

"Today, you will definitely die!"