Douluo: Being kidnapped into the Holy Spirit Church at the beginning

Chapter 73 Six-Faced Ghost Dream Cicada!
Demonic forest.

Holy Spirit Church Headquarters.

The meeting hall.

"Disciple, are you ready?"

"This time, the master has agreed to your request and called some elders to watch the match between you and Yan Feng."

Zhongli Wu sat in the main seat and spoke in a deep voice to Jiang Jue in front of him.

"Don't worry, Master. I have already made all the preparations. Today is the day to test my abilities!"

Jiang Jue's face was as calm as water, his eyes sparkled, and he answered confidently.

"it is good!"

"How sure are you?"

"I am seven and he is three."

Jiang Jueyu said with deep meaning.

"Let's go then."

Black mist rose from Zhongli Wu's body. He instantly moved to Jiang Jue's side, grabbed him, and disappeared into the hall.

There were already more than twenty people waiting on the large platform of the Holy Spirit Church Center.

Some of these people wore black robes embroidered with blood patterns, some wore black robes embroidered with gold patterns, and there were a few young men who looked a little nervous.

"Hey, do you think the Holy Son can win this competition?"

"My name is not Hey, my name is Yuesheng. Of course, if you don't mind, you can also call me Big Brother. I can handle it."

Masked Douluo said to the person who asked the question.

"Masquerade you!"

Dark Cloud Douluo was so angry that his face turned black and he ignored Masked Douluo.

"Hey! Fourth brother, do you think your disciple can beat the Holy Son?"

Masked Douluo turned and asked an old man holding a sword.

"I don't know. I'll know after the competition."

The old man opened his eyes, and a sharp sword light burst out from his turbid eyes.

"Oh, Fourth Brother, your sword is getting stronger the more you practice."

Masked Douluo's heart tightened and he spoke hurriedly.

The fourth brother mentioned by Masked Douluo is none other than the fourth elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, with the title of Netherworld Douluo, his martial soul the Netherworld Sword, and his cultivation level as high as level ninety-three.

The Netherworld Sword can only attack but not defend.

"If you eat less brains and practice more, you might be able to get rid of the title of the weakest Titled Douluo in the sect."

Nether Douluo glanced at Masked Douluo indifferently and said coldly.

"How is that possible! The brain is so delicious, how can we not eat it?"

Masked Douluo quickly shook his head and walked towards Thunder Douluo.

The other elders were also discussing the issue, and it was nothing more than whether Saint Son Jiang Jue could defeat Soul King with his Soul Sect cultivation.

You know, there is a difference of more than ten levels, one major rank, between Jiang Jue and Yan Feng, and Yan Feng's martial soul is not weak.

"Hush! The leader is coming!"

The field suddenly fell silent, and two figures appeared in the air. They were Zhongli Wu and Jiang Jue.

Zhongli Wu brought Jiang Jue to the center of the platform and looked around.

"Meet the leader!"

"I've seen the Holy Son!"

The others shouted in unison and bowed.

"Hahaha, no problem, everyone stand up."

Zhongli Wu waved his hand, and a faint fluctuation of soul power occurred, and these people were helped up by Zhongli Wu.

"The master's cultivation has improved even more."

This thought occurred to all the elders.

"Let's not waste any more time. The main reason I called you here is for the duel between the two geniuses in our Holy Church. So let's start now."

As Zhongli Wu finished speaking, the entire platform began to vibrate, and a circular platform with a radius of one hundred meters rose in the center, rising more than twenty meters upwards.

"Go, disciple."

Zhongli Wu patted Jiang Jue's shoulder, his eyes filled with encouragement. "Yes, Master!"

Jiang Jue responded respectfully.

The soul power was activated, black mist emerged, and Jiang Jue stood steadily on the platform as if he was walking up stairs.

This is a manifestation of controlling soul power to a certain degree.

"Boss Yan, go ahead."

Among the group of young men, the one in the middle nodded.

The clothes on his back were torn into pieces, and a pair of pale bone wings spread out and flew towards the platform.

Jiang Jue lowered his eyes and looked at the scene below the stage, feeling a little emotional.

“It seems that I have been away from the people… the Holy Church for too long, and the core position of the new generation of the Holy Spirit Church has been somewhat touched.”

"But this time, it won't happen again."

The young men in the audience were the new generation of the Holy Spirit Church. They were two or three years older than Jiang Jue, but their strength was close to that of a Soul King. In addition to Yan Feng, there was also Lu Genggeng, who had reached level fifty-three.

"I've seen the Holy Son!"

Yan Feng flew to the high platform, folded his bone wings, and saluted Jiang Jue.

Yan Feng is tall, with a cold aura, and his appearance is considered good among the new generation, somewhat like a human...

"No need to do that, just use your full strength later."

Jiang Jue said this calmly, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes as he looked at Yan Feng.

Although he is not in the Holy Spirit Church, he has information from within the Church. It seems that Yan Feng is trying to form cliques and factions.

We must defeat it this time!

"Lift off!"

Zhongli Wu saw that the two were ready, and he shouted in a low voice, and all the elders flew into the air and looked towards the platform.

The new generation of the Holy Spirit Church were also lifted up by the elders and brought into the air.

"let's start!"

At Zhongli Wu's command, Jiang Jue and Yan Feng summoned their martial spirits at the same time.

Jiang Jue waved his left hand, the Soul Refining Banner was in his hand, and a gray airflow enveloped Jiang Jue. Jiang Jue's eyes were filled with a dead gray color without any emotion.

A pitch-black crow flew out from the Soul Refining Banner and stood on Jiang Jue's shoulder.

At the same time, the blood patterns on the Soul Refining Banner began to wriggle, and a creature whose body was more than ten times smaller than the Soul-Devouring Raven and whose body was glowing with the light of death appeared. Its aura was far greater than that of the Soul-Devouring Raven.

The creature slowly landed on Jiang Jue's slender fingers. It turned out to be a cicada with six hideous ghost masks on its body and eyes like blood-red rubies!

There was a blood-red halo emanating from his body, and even the air seemed heavier. At first glance, one would have a trance-like feeling, as if one would be trapped in it if one looked at it any longer.

Yellow! Purple! Purple! Black!
The four soul rings emerged one after another, especially when it came to the fourth ten thousand year soul ring, Jiang Jue's aura reached its peak.

Waves of powerful soul power continued to spread around, washing away everything.

It seemed that he was the absolute king in this venue!
A trace of solemnity flashed across Yan Feng's eyes. He originally thought that Jiang Jue was more than ten levels lower than him, and even if the other party was extremely talented, he could still defeat him.

After all, who isn't a genius?

But now, Yan Feng put away his inner contempt and shouted loudly.

"Bone dragon!"

A circle of ice-blue light appeared under Yan Feng's feet. This light circle was expanding outwards in circles as his spirit ring appeared.

His body also became noticeably stronger, with large pieces of dragon scales starting to emerge from his skin, tearing through his clothes.

Two yellow, two purple and one black, five soul rings appeared.

"First Soul Skill! Dragon Transformation!"

"Third soul skill! Transform into a dragon!"

One yellow and one purple, the two soul rings light up at the same time.

Yan Feng's palms turned into bony dragon claws, and his eyes were sunken, emitting blue light.

Yan Feng's state is like the dragon transformation of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, turning a certain part of his body into a dragon, enhancing his attack and defense power.

"Whoosh!"

Yan Feng transformed his left hand’s dragon claw into a fist and quickly ran towards Jiang Jue.

He gave full play to the fine traditions of the Holy Spirit Church and took the initiative to gain the upper hand.

(End of this chapter)