Chapter 6

"Teacher, the elder soul Douluo's strength, in the star forest, there should not be many soul beasts as his opponents?"

The young soul sect who couldn't understand Xingdou forest asked.

The cultivation accomplishments of the soul master, from high to low, can be said to be a hegemonic strength. He doesn't believe in such strength and can't even protect himself in the inner circle of the star forest.

"Oh, you don't understand."

The old soul Saint sighed and shook his head. That's why he thought so, so he rushed in.

After they went in that year, under the leadership of the strong man, they soon came to the place. After a reasonable division of labor, they quietly touched it.

But before reaching the agreed place to start, the green tree with more than 50000 years of cultivation suddenly noticed it.

For a moment, the green wood wolf king was alert, and the two green wood wolves were also secretly on guard.

Seeing that their actions were exposed, they no longer hid their breath, but rushed out under the leadership of soul Douluo.

The strong soul duel directly against the highest cultivation of Qingmu tree and Qingmu wolf king. One person monopolizes one beast and one tree.

The other two soul saints cooperate with the soul emperor to entangle the remaining two green wood wolves.

The battle was going on smoothly, but just then, the green wood wolf king howled and startled the star forest.

When the old soul Saint said this, his eyes were full of fear.

"What's next, teacher?"

"With that wolf howl, the ten thousand year old soul beasts that were originally disturbed by our battle, but dormant around rushed out together."

"Three soul beasts with more than 30000 years of cultivation launched an attack on the master hundouluo in an instant. The green trees with 50000 years of cultivation trapped the master hundouluo temporarily."

"Alas, master hundouluo was badly hurt on the spot. We didn't dare to read the war and had to retreat."

"I fled all the way to the periphery. When I looked back, there was only me and a soul emperor, but the rest were already dead."

For a time, the whole team became silent, and the terror in the inner circle of the star forest exceeded their expectations.

There are seven ten thousand year old soul beasts, and their accomplishments are no less than twenty thousand years. No wonder the strong will hate them.

"Senior, the spirits of the star forest shouldn't be so united?"

The assistant soul king who had not spoken could not help asking.

The old soul Saint turned his head slightly, but did not flash unhappy because of the woman's problem, but nodded with appreciation.

"Yes, there is not so much unity between souls and beasts. Generally, Wannian souls have their own territory. The more powerful souls are, the closer their territory is to the core of the inner circle. Generally, Wannian souls will not easily invade the territory of other souls."

"Because invading the territory of other soul beasts means fighting and fighting."

The people nodded. The soul beast is very similar to their human beings. They all have a sense of territory.

"But that's a normal time. If a battle takes place in the inner circle, the delay is too long, and other souls are attracted, then......"

The old soul Saint didn't say the rest, but everyone else understood what he wanted to say. At the same time, I understand the horror of the inner circle.

In the outer battle, even if it attracts ghosts and beasts, it is only a hundred years or a thousand years, but in the inner circle, it attracts at least ten thousand years.

"Well, let's search around here and see..."

"Whew."

Just as the old soul Saint whispered orders, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind the dense forest not far away.

The figure looks fifteen meters high, with thick trunk and lush branches and leaves. It looks like a tree. The roots below move quickly like feet.

"Well."

Chen Xiaoming just ran all the way from the dense forest to the inner circle happily. After all, the closer he is to the inner circle, the fewer soul masters.

But now who can tell him how there are five people here?

Soul master, a soul master with high cultivation!

Waving his leaves, Chen Xiaoming was very calm. His eyes swept over the five people, and then he nodded in his heart.

"Run!"

With a loud drink, the branches and leaves trembled disorderly. Chen Xiaoming raised his strong roots like a wind and fire wheel. He dodged and ran all the way to the inner ring of the star forest.

Can a soul master who dares to wander here be weak? At least if the soul emperor!

Five soul emperors, Chen Xiaoming thinks he can't carry his small body.

If you don't run now, you may become a soul ring later.

The old soul saint and others looked stunned. Then the old soul Saint took the lead in responding, "Wannian green tree, your fifth soul ring is just right. Don't let him go."

With a loud drink, the old soul Saint took the lead in moving, and ran after Chen Xiaoming in the direction of his feet.

"Boom!"

At the foot, seven soul rings flickered, one white, one yellow, two purple and three black. The Wu soul broken star knife on the right hand was also held in the hand.

"The third soul skill, broken meteor."

At the foot of the third soul ring, the purple soul ring was moving. The old soul Saint cut out with a knife and saw a dense light group chasing Chen Xiaoming out.

"The second soul skill, high wind!"

The female soul master behind him also reflected that there were two yellow, two purple, one black and five soul rings flashing at his feet, the second soul ring was shining, and a streamer flew out of the Wulin Tianxiang stove in front of him and disappeared into the old soul saint's body.

For a time, the speed of the old soul Saint increased by 30%, and he cut out with another knife with a broken star knife.

The rest followed closely.

Chen Xiaoming, who was running in front, felt the attack from the rear. He glanced sideways and saw the old soul Saint pursued by the rear.

"One, two... Six, seven, lying trough, is the soul saint!"

After counting the old man's soul rings, seven soul rings flickered, which meant that the old man was a soul saint.

He looked at several people behind the old man, two soul emperors, a soul king and a vegetable chicken soul sect.

"Sleeping trough, the lineup is so luxurious. What are you doing? I'm just a passer-by."

Chen Xiaoming wants to cry without tears. The pop group attack from the old man behind him is approaching. As soon as Chen Xiaoming bites his teeth, the branches above his head wave frantically behind him.

As for the feet, the strong roots were a little faster.

One soul saint and two soul emperors dare not stop. Once he stops, it will be cool.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The popular groups hit the branches one after another, and bursts of white smoke rose. The dense popular groups were far from the branches to resist. Nearly one-third of the popular groups passed through the branches and hit Chen Xiaoming.

"Grass, I'm dying, I'm dying."

A lot of white smoke rose, burning and pain. Chen Xiaoming felt this feeling for the first time.

Biting his teeth, he kept running towards the front.