Zhao Xuan patrolled the vast Tiandou Plain with a gloomy look on his face, cursing secretly in his heart.
"How come this guy, Xiaosan, is progressing so fast? He's almost catching up with me!"
Zhao Xuan felt a little depressed. When he reached the level of Titled Douluo, both Tang San and other little monsters were still far away from him, but now everyone has caught up.
Although I feel happy in my heart, I can't help but also feel a sense of loss, especially when my teammates continue to make progress, but I have made no progress at all.
"well……"
Zhao Xuan sighed slightly, and then looked at the vast plain in front of him. After a while, he would reach the next city.
The God of Death is not brainless. Every time he attacks, he attacks border towns and does not enter the hinterland of the Tiandou Empire. He is probably afraid of being caught by himself.
"But after slaughtering millions of creatures, how much strength did that guy regain?"
This guy, the God of Death, had some of his origins injured in the fight with him, and his strength dropped from that of a demigod, to the point where he could barely even stand at level ninety-nine. After fighting with Tang San, he lost some more, maybe even at level ninety-nine.
The power is gone.
"Who told you that this guy has no entity."
Zhao Xuan shook his head. Although the God of Death was immune to certain physical damage, its origin was too easy to disintegrate.
Maybe that guy's body was originally condensed from death energy.
While walking quickly, such an idea suddenly popped into Zhao Xuan's mind, and then this idea lingered in his mind for a long time.
Not long after, a small city appeared in Zhao Xuan's eyes.
The quiet town is peaceful and peaceful, seemingly unaffected by the shadow of war. Three large characters are engraved on its gate. If you look closely, aren't they the words "Notting City"?
Zhao Xuan looked at the small city in front of him with a look of nostalgia in his eyes. He had stayed in this city for six full years, accounting for almost a quarter of his life.
"I really should bring Hermione back to see her. She hasn't been back for a long time."
Zhao Xuan stretched out in the sky and scanned Notting City with his spiritual consciousness.
Although Notting City is not a border town, it is not too far from the border. Perhaps it was human emotions that made him deliberately take a long detour to take a look.
After ascertaining that there was no aura of the God of Death in it, Zhao Xuan looked for the correct direction and galloped towards the Holy Soul Village. Since he was already here, there was no reason not to go back and take a look. He didn't know how Mr. Jack was doing.
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Back then, it took Zhao Xuan and Tang San a whole morning to get from Holy Soul Village to Notting City, but now it seems that the distance of dozens of kilometers can be reached in just a quarter of an hour.
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"Well, I'm fine, but Xiaoxuan, you and Xiaosan need to be careful. Wuhun Palace is so crazy, you two must be careful."
Mr. Jack sent Zhao Xuan out and said earnestly, it seems that the Tiandou Empire has done a good job in publicity.
After so many years, the old man's body is still strong, mainly because the old man has a good attitude and sees everything with an open mind. Maybe this is what the so-called smile makes ten years less.
"Xiao Xuan, you and Xiao San are the pride of our Holy Soul Village. If the war is won, will you come back?"
The old man looked at Zhao Xuan with somewhat cloudy eyes and asked expectantly.
"Come back, we will definitely come back, don't worry, I can't bear to leave such a wonderful place." Zhao Xuan said with a smile.
"Well, our Holy Soul Village is really good. We have walked out of the Soul Saint, and we have also walked out of you and Xiaosan, two powerful people at the Title Douluo level."
The old man nodded in agreement and said quite proudly.
Zhao Xuan couldn't help but laugh, comparing Soul Saint to me and Xiao San. Is this looking down on Titled Douluo too much? But he also knew that although the old man hoped that a powerful soul master would come out of the village, he didn't think much of soul masters.
I understand, maybe in the old man's mind, Titled Douluo is just one or two levels higher than Soul Saint, but he has no idea that the two are completely different.
After thinking about it, Zhao Xuan waved to the old man and said: "Old man, I'm leaving."
"Well, have a good trip."
"call out!"
As a sound broke through the air, the surrounding wind surged, and as the dust flew, several coughs sounded from the dust.
"Ahem, this kid..."
On a mountain peak not far from Saint Soul Village, Zhao Xuan slowly stopped and stepped into a cave with a strange look on his face.
The vitality around this cave is extremely rich, and the surrounding plants are growing quite luxuriantly. Under the nourishment of this vitality, there are faint signs of transforming into soul beasts.
Inside the cave, Zhao Xuan looked at a depression in front of him and slowly reflected it with his palm.
"Lan Yincao, no... the aura of the Blue Silver Emperor, it turns out that Uncle Tang Hao placed Xiao San's mother here before."
Walking out of the cave and looking into the distance from the mountainside, you can see the Holy Soul Village in the embrace of the mountains. His family's house and that of Tang San's family are both clearly visible.
Come to think of it, for a long time in the past, Tang Hao could only look at this place from a distance and visit from time to time to relieve the pain of lovesickness.
"I have misunderstood Uncle Tang Hao."
Zhao Xuan rubbed his nose, thinking that if he encountered such a thing, he might not be as strong as Uncle Tang Hao, but Xiaosan's family...
How come the people I like are all in the form of soul beasts? Does this mean that one family does not belong to the same family? Or does it mean that there is destiny in the dark?
Just when Zhao Xuan was about to leave, he suddenly frowned, hid his breath and galloped away in a certain direction.
not far away……
The earth was filled with a strange black mist. They seeped out from the earth, and then slowly condensed into a silhouette.
With his coat as black as ink and his handsome but pale face, the God of Death looked at the small mountain village in front of him.
"Saint Soul Village...this is where those two guys grew up."
He carefully looked at the village in front of him. The quiet village looked quiet and peaceful. Even if the outside world turned into a mess, it was still not affected much, like an independent paradise.
"I just don't know how those two guys will react when they know this place is gone."
The corners of the God of Death's mouth curled up, as if he had thought of some wonderful scene. Although this method was very inferior, it would be interesting to see the anger of those two guys.
With a slight movement of his slender pale fingers, a long river of souls composed entirely of dead souls sprang out from the sleeves of the robe, and followed his thoughts towards the Holy Soul Village.
"Zi la!"
A thunderous sound rose out of thin air, accurately cutting off the river of souls.
When the God of Death saw this familiar thunder, his heart couldn't help but jump, and without any time to think about it, he immediately got into the ground and started to escape.
Zhao Xuan, who rushed over, stood at the place where the God of Death disappeared. His consciousness surged and he noticed that the breath of the God of Death had reached an extremely far place.