Fights Break Sphere: The Beginning of the Fighting Saint Legacy

"Emperor Hun Tian, ​​wait."

The figure in the black robe suddenly disappeared from the spot, and no one knew where he went.

At the same time, Emperor Hun Tian, ​​who was in the center of the Soul-Devouring Life-Destroying Formation, also had a gloomy expression.

"Void Devouring Flame, I really underestimated you. You actually gave up half of your origin."

The courage of Void Devouring Flame was something that Emperor Hun Tian had never imagined. In addition to half of the origin, Void Devouring Flame even gave up his cultivation as a Nine-Star Douluo and his Emperor Realm soul.

Only half of its origin was retained, and no one knew where it had gone, but the Broken-Backed Dog that had fled in panic was no longer a threat.

"call!"

Emperor Hun Tian heaved a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know where Void Devouring Flame had escaped to, half of Void Devouring Flame's origin, plus his Nine-Star Douluo cultivation and Emperor Realm soul, was enough for Emperor Hun Tian to make further progress.

……

In just a moment, the sea of ​​blood surged, a whirlpool emerged from the sea of ​​blood, and then a huge blood-red lotus slowly rose from the sea of ​​blood.

Above the blood lotus, a figure was sitting cross-legged, with blood-red hair falling down like a waterfall. Some of the hair even fell into the sea of ​​blood, floating on the sea of ​​blood like a devil spreading its wings.

"Intoxicating power!"

The figure's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and the scarlet color that filled them caused waves to ripple in the sea of ​​blood.

"Crash!"

When Emperor Hun Tian opened his eyes, the space behind him began to distort, and four old figures that looked like they were about to die slowly appeared.

At the same time, a terrifying aura that was no less vast than that of an eight-star Dou Sheng suddenly swept across!

A faint black gas seeped out from the bodies of the four old men. Their dry palms quickly became rotten, and a strange breath of death permeated those palms that were as dry as bones.

"Get ready to do it."

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Emperor Hun Tian's mouth. What he had been thinking about from the beginning to the end was to get rid of Gu Yuan once and for all!
The Gate of Death is his biggest trump card. As long as there is no second emperor soul and nine-star fighting saint, no one can break the Gate of Death formation.

Emperor Hun Tian knew from the beginning that Gu Yuan would never cooperate with him, and now, it was his home ground to hunt Gu Yuan. With the Soul Devouring Life-Destroying Formation and the help of the four elders of the Soul Clan, who could fight against him?
However, the next moment, five attacks penetrated the huge black halo, making the smile on Emperor Hun Tian's face disappear. How... is this possible!

Five nine-star fighting saints!

……

"You are seeking your own death!"

In the Dan Region of Zhongzhou, Xuanyi led many powerful Zhongzhou Dou Shengs, including Yao Chen of the Xingyun Pavilion, the Huoyun Patriarch of the Fenyan Valley, and many other powerful hidden masters. In this situation, they believed that if they wanted to survive this crisis, they could only rely on the Dan Tower.

Sects like the Tianming Sect had already fled in panic. Led by the old demon Tianming, they escaped from Zhongzhou and headed for the northwest continent.

The space in front of the many Dou Sheng masters in the Dan domain suddenly squirmed, and then thick black fog seeped out from the space like an all-encompassing blanket.

A moving and terrifying aura quietly spread out, immediately attracting all the eyes in the world.

Under the gaze of everyone, one after another looked towards the place where the black mist emerged. After a moment, the black mist slowly dissipated, and several figures slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

Three figures slowly emerged from the black fog. One of them was wearing a black robe. There was nothing special about his face. He looked like an ordinary person.

The pair of hands that slipped out of the sleeves looked a little rough. However, such an ordinary figure, at this moment, made the vast majority of people present hold their breath, their eyes solemn and fearful.

The Lord of the Soul Palace!

These four simple words have an unparalleled reputation in this Central Plains, even though this reputation is accumulated through countless bloodshed.

But apart from Danta, no other force dared to openly express hostility towards them. This was certainly due to the Soul Clan, but it also had its own deterrent.

In that distant era, this Soul Palace Master once massacred dozens of sects in one night. That night, blood flowed like a river and corpses were everywhere. Five peak warriors who had reached the strength of two-star Douluo were all killed in his hands.

That night, the Soul Palace Master gained a bad reputation and made the Soul Palace the undisputed overlord of Zhongzhou. Even Danta did not dare to confront him easily!
At this moment, this tyrant figure whose notoriety had once intimidated the entire Zhongzhou was now quietly floating in the sky. His eyes were like those of an old monk sitting in meditation, without the slightest fluctuation. No matter whether the gazes from the outside world were of awe or hatred, he never shifted his gaze.

Next to him was an ordinary-looking old man in gray, but he had a pair of long black eyebrows hanging down, which made him look extremely strange.

Beside the two of them, an old figure leaning on a cane appeared like a ghost, slowly appearing in the gazes without any warning.

When the old figure appeared, everyone's eyes narrowed slightly, and they looked at the figure with serious expressions. When this person appeared, there was not even the slightest fluctuation in the space. It looked as if he had been standing there from beginning to end!
"This person is so terrifyingly powerful!"

The many Dousheng masters who relied on Danta as the core looked at each other, and all of them showed some shock.

This man was skinny as a bone, dressed in gray, and had a dry face that always wore an unnatural smile. His eyes were not cloudy like those of an ordinary old man, but instead had a strange brightness. Under the gaze of his eyes, it seemed as if even the soul felt a slight tingling sensation.

"Hun Qianmo... Oh my god, he's not dead yet? The Soul Clan sent him out. It seems they're determined to destroy Zhongzhou!"

"Where are the powerful ones from other ancient families? Why haven't they appeared yet?"

There are many old men with great knowledge around the mountain. Some of the younger strong men may not have heard of the skinny old man in front of them, but they know very clearly how terrifying this old guy is.

Hun Qianmo's dry face trembled slightly. His eyes, shimmering with an eerie luster, slowly swept over Xuan Yi, who was in the front. His voice was hoarse, like bones rubbing against each other: "What's the matter with Danta? Is there only one three-star Dou Sheng late-stage person? Where is that old monster Danta?"

(End of this chapter)