Douluo: Emperor of Light

Chapter 1 Martial Soul: Emperor Armor

"Qingyang, do you think we can go back to the past?"

A childish voice came from the ear, carrying hope for the life outside.

Qingyang turned his head and glanced at Xiao Bo.

A thin little boy, about six years old, was leaning against the iron cage weakly, looking at him with hope in his eyes, looking for some comfort.

His clothes were tattered, and he was in a state of filth, not even a child in the poorest village would look like this.

However, in this iron cage, besides his and Xiao Bo's two children, there were three other people, all of whom looked miserable.

Qingyang and his fellow villagers have been imprisoned in this cave for several days.

At this time, before Qingyang could speak, another companion, Tie Zhu, did speak, but the ruthless words in his mouth broke Xiao Bo's last illusion.

"Don't be stupid, that's an evil soul master, how could you let us go back?"

After the words fell, the light in Xiao Bo's eyes dimmed, and he murmured to himself.

"That's right. They are evil soul masters. They arrested us for cultivation. When our martial soul awakens, we will die."

Qingyang sighed in his heart, looked at Xiao Bo and his four companions.

They were lying on the ground, the expressions on their faces were numb after being tortured, and they had the mentality of breaking a jar.

Not to mention them, isn't even myself full of despair?
Since being arrested, these partners have tried various methods, crying, making noise, scolding, cheating, begging, escaping...all tried, but the result was more painful torture, and some children even died on the spot up.

Qingyang's curiosity and longing after he came to this world became shattered by the cruelty he had seen these days. He was not as numb as these children, and it was just a dozen years of life.

"It's not hopeless. If the Spirit Hall can find this place in time, we can be rescued."

Qingyang, who had no choice but to comfort him, said this.

Before the village was captured, he saw the deacon of Wuhundian sending a distress signal. If they could find this place, maybe they could really be saved.

only……

These evil soul masters awaken their children's martial souls every day, and then use evil means to practice, and they don't know if they can persist until that moment comes.

Qingyang looked at the sunshine outside the entrance of the cave, and at this moment he yearned for that kind of warmth.

stomping on...

The dull footsteps kept approaching, and Tie Zhu and the others showed fearful expressions on their faces.

A shadowy man in a black robe walked in, looking at them greedily like looking at prey.

Seeing the trembling appearance of his four companions, the shadowy man even took a deep breath as if enjoying himself.

"I don't know if Wuhundian will find it here, but you guys... hehe, I'm sure we won't see that day."

The man laughed darkly.

Xiao Bo looked at this man with fear and hatred, and shrank back involuntarily.

The Yinyin man opened the iron cage, looked at the child who was afraid to retreat, frowned, and said impatiently: "Get out quickly, let you experience the feeling of awakening a martial soul before you die, don't let me do it right now." Do it."

With a pale face, Qingyang tried his best to get up, supported the trembling and extremely frightened iron pillar, and moved out together with his companions.

This man was really able to do it. In the past few days, many people were killed.

In addition to the children who were trained as sacrifices after the awakening of the martial soul, there were also some children who offended this person.

Evil soul masters are not only cruel and ruthless in their cultivation methods, but also tyrannical in character.

No matter how slow his steps were, he finally walked out of the cave. Besides the Yin Yin man, there was also a strong man sitting on a boulder with a sword and a golden horse, exuding a bloodthirsty aura.

In the past few days, Qingyang has seen his martial soul, and knows that this is a battle soul king, and the martial soul is a bloodthirsty bear.

It was he who shot, killed the soul masters on duty in the village, and captured them all.Although the evil soul master didn't dare to stand up under the attack of the Wuhun Temple, it was too easy to deal with them children.

The long-lost sunshine shines on his body, looking at the bright world, but Qingyang's mood can't get better at all.

Because this will be the last time he sees it.

"Ghosting, go and help them awaken their martial spirits, and they will be able to practice faster later. I feel that my spirit power is still close to being improved."

The big man ordered the shadowy man at will, but the ghost did not dare to resist in the slightest.

"Little devil, it's you, come here quickly."

The ghost image revealed the martial soul possessing him, a cloud of black mist wrapped him, and dots of forest green light flickered, even in the daytime, there was a sense of eerie lingering.

Four soul rings, one white, one yellow, and two purple, emerged. This evil soul master is obviously a soul sect.

Qingyang pursed his lips, looked at the withered palms pointing at him, and walked slowly to the middle.

"Qingyang!"

Xiao Bo couldn't help but yelled, but the fear in his heart made him dare not make any moves, he could only watch like this.

And the other partners in the same village, seeing this scene, remembered that they would do the same later, and couldn't help but feel sad.

"Boy, I hope you have a good martial soul, so that the effect will be better for us."

Ghosting smiled maliciously, then stretched out his hand to pat, and black light poured into several special stones, thus forming a light curtain and enveloping Qingyang.

Qingyang closed his eyes, feeling the miraculous fluctuations in his body, he knew it was soul power, the most miraculous power on Douluo Continent.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel that a vast, eternal, eternal will descended from the boundless universe, and was connected with his brain at the deepest level in an unknown secret place.

Countless information and knowledge were continuously poured into his brain. At this moment, he seemed to be with everything in the world. It was also at this time that Qingyang knew the name of this will——Heavenly Dao!
This feeling of being transformed into everything made Qingyang almost lose himself.

But fortunately, it came and went quickly, but in an instant, there was only a faint connection in the deepest part of the brain, and a trace of the will of heaven began to be silent.

Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes, and the ray of heavenly power in his body was miraculous, and huge power surged out from all parts of his body.

Pieces of supreme and precious golden battle armor quickly emerged from the void, clinging to his body, joining together piece by piece, and finally forming a majestic and stalwart figure, like the only emperor in the world.

An invisible aura radiated out, and the terrifying coercion descended suddenly, and the surrounding flowers, plants and trees were suppressed to a certain extent, as if they were meeting the ruler of all things in the world.

The big man opened his eyes, a gleam of blood flashed by, he looked at the figure in front of him in surprise, and said in disbelief: "Variation Martial Soul? How is this power possible!"

He who has always been not afraid of anything, actually felt palpitations when faced with this unimaginably powerful martial spirit.

(End of this chapter)