Douluo Continent Chat Group: Bibi Dong was focused down from the start.

Chapter 665 The Brutal Evil Soul Master

Upon hearing Su Yan's words, everyone became excited and took out their flying soul tools from their storage soul tools to equip them.

Bai Chenxiang, Wang Dong'er, and Ye Guyi don't need to, as their martial souls have wings and they can fly directly.

"Ancestor, I don't have a flight soul tool!"

"I have nothing!"

When Zhu Lu saw that everyone was either spreading their wings or using cool flying soul tools and preparing to take off, her face fell.

I haven't gotten on the bus yet!

Zhu Lu joined the group relatively late, and she wasn't there when Ning Rongrong, the little rich girl, was giving out perks. This was mainly because only the high-ranking officials of the Sun Moon Empire could obtain flying soul tools at present.

Su Yan said calmly, "Since you don't have a flying soul tool, then you'll have to come with me!"

"And Yuehua, Shuiyue'er, and the rest of you, those whose soul power isn't enough to support the soul tool's flight, come with me too!"

He finished speaking.

Su Yan took out the three-pointed double-edged sword, casually transformed it into a five-meter-long flying sword, and jumped onto it.

"Wow!"

Zhu Lu's eyes lit up instantly, and she quickly jumped up, exclaiming, "Ancestor Su Yan, this guy looks really handsome!"

Dugu Yan also exclaimed excitedly, "Isn't this the sword-flying scene from the Legend of Sword and Fairy that you told us about just a couple of days ago?"

"This is good!"

"Let's ride flying swords too!"

Shuiyue'er and the others were also full of excitement, and jumped onto Su Yan's flying sword together.

Su Yan had no choice but to lengthen the flying sword by another two meters.

At this moment, Arou pushed the flying soul tool that Wang Dong'er had given her back.

"Well?"

Wang Dong'er asked curiously, "Grandma, can you fly without a soul tool?"

Arou shook her head slightly, then followed Shuiyue and the others onto Su Yan's flying sword. "Grandma, I can be carried away."

"Hold on tight."

Su Yan waved his hand and flew directly into the sky, followed closely by Qian Renxue and her group.

Zhu Lu was nervous and apprehensive at the moment. She held onto Su Yan's shoulders with both hands, but felt unsteady and worried that she would fall.

[Zhu Lu: Ancestor Su Yan, can I...can I hug you?]

[Shuiyue'er: Hurry up and hold on tighter, let me hold you from behind too, I'm a little scared of falling.]

Tang Yuehua: Arou, hold me tight.

[Hu Liena: ???]

[Liu Erlong: What are you doing? Why are you hugging?]

[Long time no see: Zhu Lu, what are you doing?]

[Bibi Dong: Image. (Su Yan, Zhu Lu, Shui Yue'er, Shui Bing'er, Huo Wu, Tang Yuehua, A Rou... standing on a giant sword, flying in the air.)]

[Bibi Dong: We've discovered a group of evil spirit masters; we're on our way.]

[Dugu Yan started a live stream in the group chat...]

[Bai Chenxiang: I'm so miserable, what use are these wings to me!]

[Group member #9: If you don't have wings, you're even more useless.]

[Everyone: Hahaha!!]

[Su Yan: Hold on tight, everyone. Xiao Wu, Wang Dong'er, you two come up too. We need to be faster.]

[Zhu Lu: Yes, Ancestor Su Yan, I'm sorry, Ancestor.]

[Zhu Zhuqing: ???]

[Zhu Zhuyun: ???]

Zhu Lu was overjoyed and hugged Su Yan tightly from behind. Although there were many people standing on the flying sword, she was second in line!

A powerful pressure made Su Yan sigh in admiration; the Zhu family's talent was truly remarkable!

[Shuiyue'er: Oh no!]

[Shui Bing'er: Don't be so jumpy, hold on tight so we don't all fall down with you. Su Yan starts to accelerate.]

[Shui Yue'er: No, Zhu Lu's martial spirit is too big. I can only hug Zhu Lu, I can't hug Su Yan in front of me!]

[Everyone: As expected of you!]

Star Luo Empire.

Xu Jiujiu was also stunned at this moment.

No?

Zhu Lu, how come she's doing so well now?

Didn't she just join the group chat?

wrong!

Having an ancestor to guide you makes all the difference. It's a pity that our Xu family didn't have an ancestor to guide us 10,000 years ago!

…………

Saying.

A small village nestled on the edge of the Heavenly Soul Empire should have been a peaceful place, with wisps of smoke rising from chimneys and the sounds of dogs barking.

however.

The arrival of the three evil spirit masters turned this once peaceful and tranquil village into a living hell.

Village entrance.

Three men in black robes descended. The one in the lead was tall, and his face, visible beneath the black robe, was withered and pale.

On either side of him stood a malevolent spirit master. One had enormous, jet-black wings spread behind him; his spirit was the Corrupting Spirit Vulture. The other had dancing black flames swirling around his hands; his spirit was the Soul-Devouring, Bone-Corroding Undead Flame.

These three men had no humanity in their eyes, only cold greed and cruelty. With just a glance, they began a wanton massacre.

In an instant.

Slaughter ensued.

The black, undead fire swept out first, instantly engulfing several thatched huts at the village entrance. Villagers touched by the flames didn't even have time to utter a complete scream before their bodies charred and withered at a visible speed.

The Corrupted Spirit Vulture Evil Soul Master flapped its wings and soared into the sky, its piercing shriek echoing throughout the village. Countless black wind blades swept out, easily tearing apart the fleeing villagers.

He swooped down, his claws piercing the villagers' chests, tearing flesh and souls apart, devouring their life force, his evil aura growing ever stronger.

The leader's martial spirit, Blood Soul Demon Puppet, was like a demon god from hell, with countless blood-red threads spreading out from its body and piercing into the bodies of the villagers like venomous snakes.

The crimson threads churned wildly within their bodies, slowly draining away their life force, tearing apart their souls, and forcibly pulling countless faint souls from their bodies, merging them into the demonic puppet.

Some people knelt down and begged for mercy, their foreheads bleeding profusely.

Some people were holding their children, crying and begging for mercy.

Some picked up hoes and machetes, trying to resist, but were easily crushed like ants in the face of the evil spirit master's absolute power.

The cries of infants, the wails of women, the sighs of the elderly, the roars of men…

All the sounds intertwined, forming a tragic song of hell on earth. In less than half an incense stick's time, the entire village had been reduced to a sea of ​​fire and hell.

Those villagers who were lucky enough to survive and still had a breath left were pierced through their shoulder blades by the evil spirit master with soul threads, strung together like grasshoppers, and collapsed to the ground, their eyes empty, filled with endless despair.

They would not die immediately, but would be taken back to the Holy Spirit Church headquarters and become living sacrifices, where they would endure even longer and more cruel torture on the altar until their souls were completely drained.

Three evil soul masters stood amidst mountains of corpses and seas of fire, their bodies churning with malevolent energy. Their soul power had clearly improved, and their faces were filled with satisfaction and madness.

"Another batch of excellent nutrients."

"Let's go back to Islam."

Just as they were about to leave with the rest of the people, a sword shadow flew through the air, followed by a voice that reached the ears of the three evil soul masters.

"Certainly!"