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

"What benefits? This is the royal palace, what benefits do we need?"

The guard pushed open the metal door and spoke as he pushed it, his tone even tinged with arrogance when he mentioned the palace.

But when he opened the door, he was shocked to see more than 20 people in black robes standing quietly at the door, all looking at him.

More importantly, with his Soul Sect cultivation, he couldn't see through any of them, but he turned around to look at the palace behind him, and became a little bolder, and snorted.

"You guys are here to cause trouble, right... uh-huh..."

Before he could finish, a faint light flashed by, and he let out a muffled groan, and suddenly exploded into a blood mist in the sky.

"Leave no one behind!"

Zhang Peng stood in the center of the black-robed men and gave orders in a cold voice.

"Yes!"

The next moment, more than twenty Holy Spirit believers rushed into the manor together, their martial spirits possessed, and a large area of ​​soul rings in yellow, purple and black lit up. Among these black-robed men, the lowest cultivation level was at the seven-ring Soul Saint level.

They are extremely familiar with the process of doing things, and the minimum bottom line for house confiscation is: chop the earthworms in half and shake the egg yolks apart.

The next moment, the entire huge manor was in chaos, with countless sounds of fighting audible, flames and blood intertwined, accompanied by wailing.

"Whoever dares to attack our Wang family is seeking death!"

An angry and rough voice was heard, but three seconds later, the voice sounded again, but this time it was mixed with endless fear.

"Hurry up and go to the palace to invite His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

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"Masked Elder, can we do this? We have nothing to do with this operation."

At the gate of Zhang's house on the west side of Mingdu, the messenger of death who had been promoted to Soul Saint looked at the masked Douluo beside him and asked cautiously.

Behind the two of them were nearly a hundred members of the Xishui League.

"Hmm? We can't act without our business? The Saint Son's business is my Mask's business. Even if I am not notified, this elder will do it."

"Besides, if I only do things according to the instructions of the Saint Son, how can I, as an elder, make any further progress?"

Masked Douluo said with some displeasure, looking at the brightly lit Zhang family in front of him, his eyes were full of desire for progress.

"Young men, follow this elder!"

The Masked Douluo waved his hand, and the members of the Xishui League behind him did not step forward directly. Instead, each of them took out a level 5 soul guide cannon and fired wildly at the Zhang family.

In an instant, huge fireworks were set off in the Zhang family, and Masked Douluo watched this scene with satisfaction. He had put in a lot of effort to join in this time, and he must not mess things up, so he had already made full preparations.

The soul guide cannons in the hands of these Xishui League members are very different from ordinary soul guide cannons. There are milk bottles inserted at the back. The most special thing is that these soul guide cannons do not consume the soul power of the soul master, but can be released by pulling the trigger.

"Okay! Charge!"

After three rounds of artillery bombardment, under the command of Mask, hundreds of Xishui League members rushed towards the Zhang family frantically.

After a while, the sound of fighting inside gradually weakened.

The Masked Douluo looked at the blood under his feet, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and walked towards the inside of the Zhang family. As for the situation inside, he was not worried at all.

Because he had already learned through news that the only ninth-level soul engineer of the Zhang family was not in the family, and the people he sent in had the highest combat power of three Soul Douluos.

"Hmm~~, that's the smell, the smell of money."

Masked Douluo looked at the extremely luxurious buildings around him and nodded with satisfaction. Soon, these were all from his Holy Spirit Church. He continued to walk towards the largest and most magnificent building.

The messenger of death followed the masked Douluo closely.

"Who are you? Don't you know this is my home? Get out now!"

At this time, a perverse voice sounded, and a child appeared from the largest building, but he did not walk out, but rode on a slave, letting the slave crawl out on all fours, and the child was holding the slave with a golden chain. The slave was just a teenage girl, with bright red marks on her neck and dull eyes.

"Tsk, what a born evil little devil, really interesting."

The Masked Douluo raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a playful smile, and walked towards the child.

Seeing the Masked Douluo coming, the child was not afraid at all. Instead, he continued to shout.

"Get out of here now! Do you know who my father is? My father is Zhang..."

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the child was directly slapped away by the Masked Douluo and rolled to the ground, and the gold chain also fell to the ground.

"Little boy, does uncle's big mouth taste good?"

Masked Douluo bent down slightly, looked at the child and asked.

As if hurt by the slap, the child's eyes instantly became clearer, with a bit more fear and hatred. He stepped back slightly, but soon he found that there seemed to be a wall behind him out of thin air, preventing him from taking another step back.

"Do you want to live? Come, uncle has a candy and a sword. As long as you choose the right one, you can live."

The Masked Douluo flipped his hands, and a sharp sword and a candy appeared in his left and right hands.

The child looked at the sea of ​​fire around him, then looked at the kind-looking Masked Douluo. A trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and he reached out to touch the handle of the sword. But when he saw the Masked Douluo's mouth corners gradually rising, he paused and finally took the candy in his hand.

"Very good, you chose sugar, which proves that you are very cunning. This boy must not be allowed to stay."

After saying that, the Masked Douluo raised his hand and a stream of soul power shot out. In the child's astonished expression, a bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows, and he fell to the ground the next moment.

The girl who was on all fours saw this scene with her eyes still dull.

"Masked Elder, what should we do if this child has just chosen the sword?"

The messenger of death at the side asked curiously.

"Choosing a sword? That proves that he has a strong desire to kill. We must not let him stay."

Masked Douluo raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

The messenger of death was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of the answer, and continued to ask.

"What if he chooses neither?"

"That proves that he has a strong rebellious nature. We must not keep him here."

"What about choosing both?"

The messenger of death continued to ask somewhat unwillingly.

"He chose both? That proves that he is too greedy. We must not keep him."

Masked Douluo said as a matter of course.

"..."

The messenger of death looked at the dead child, shook his head slightly, and sighed in his heart: "You have suffered many disasters in your life."

Immediately, the soul ring on the Death Messenger lit up, and he turned the child into a corpse slave...

"Assholes! Who are you to dare to break into my Zhang family!"

At this moment, an angry voice sounded. At the same time, a spear with nine soul rings wrapped around it, stained with blazing flames, rushed straight behind the Masked Douluo, bringing with it a series of sounds of breaking through the air.

(End of this chapter)