Douluo's dark martial arts

The dead have risen!

A strange atmosphere enveloped the courtyard like a substance. Li Yusong and Lu Qibin, who were buried in the tomb, suddenly climbed out of the tomb at this moment.

Their gray eyes confirmed the identity of their deceased, and each showed a martial spirit stained with grave soil in their hands, as well as a dim spirit ring at their feet.

"Damn it!"

Titan, who originally only had to pay attention to the graves on the ground, was under great pressure when two "companions" who came back from the dead joined in.

There was a loud bang, and the Xingluo chess pieces fell hard like a meteorite to the position where Titan was a second ago. The broken chess pieces stained with grave soil were filled with an unknown aura.

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for Tai Tan to adjust his breathing, Li Yusong came one after another with a dragon pattern stick in his hand. His body was pulled by the stiff muscles, and his movements seemed unnatural, but the weight of the kilograms carried on the tip of the stick was not much at all.

The two of them were close to each other and far away from each other. They were originally reinforcements, but they became "enemies".

In particular, Tai Tan is not an agile soul master. It was already difficult for him to defend against the graves on the ground. Now with the interference of the two corpses,

With a muffled bang, the dragon-patterned stick in Li Yusong's hand landed firmly on Titan's heart while he was distracted. His breath was suddenly disrupted, and he was almost buried in the grave under his feet.

"Good guy, is there a secret to changing the profession of a necromancer?"

Tiqi looked dumbfounded at the scene Luo Ping created. Luo Wensong killed his brother, and then dug him out of his grave.

It’s no wonder that Flanders wants to fight Luo Ping. Any normal person would be angry about such a thing.

But Flanders on the other side was obviously burned out by his anger. He forgot that the reason why Luo Ping did not fight him was because of his flying ability.

Taking the initiative to kill in the direction of Luoping, from the perspective of a bystander, this is tantamount to throwing yourself into a trap.

"I'm starting to kind of admire your stupidity."

Luo Ping stood there quietly, muttering softly as a few pieces of grave soil fell off from the cracked ceramic lines on his cheeks.

His cloudy eyes reflected Flanders's attacking voice, but he didn't make any move.

He just stood calmly, his eyes filled with pity and contempt, completely ignoring the other party's anger.

"I want you to die!!"

Flanders, who had not yet realized that something was wrong, burst out with strong soul power fluctuations. With the blessing of soul skills, his whole body whizzed towards Luo Ping like a cannonball.

Bang!There was a dull sound, and there was no blood and flesh flying everywhere as expected. Flanders easily tore off Luo Ping's upper body. The cross-section of Luo Ping's body was completely covered with earthy yellow grave soil.

No blood, no guts,

The dim moonlight shone through the gaps in the clouds and fell on Luo Ping's wounds. The strange scene made all the onlookers feel bad.

Seeing this, Flanders felt a sense of crisis in his heart. He didn't care about anything else. The fluctuations in his soul power increased significantly again. His hands turned into sharp claws and grabbed Luo Ping's lower body again.

However, it was already too late at this point. When Luo Ping, as a Contra, used all his methods, Flanders, a newcomer to Contra, had no chance of making a comeback.

The moment Flanders inserted his hands into Luo Ping's grave earth body, he suddenly felt that his hands were firmly sucked by the grave earth. When he wanted to break free, Luo Ping's body made of grave earth suddenly expanded.

The amount of grave soil filled with strange auras continued to increase. Centered on Luo Ping's remaining half body, it rapidly expanded to the surrounding areas like a sponge absorbing water.

In the blink of an eye, the impulsive owl was buried directly in the huge tomb by the grave soil with the ability to suppress the martial spirit.

Without any extra bells and whistles, Luo Ping's style of play is so extremely powerful.

Others looked at the huge tomb located in the courtyard. Under the dim moonlight, it gave off a strange sense of oppression. Being located in the courtyard made people feel that their breathing was somewhat blocked.

"To be able to ignore the harm, I really underestimate him.

In the soul master world, such a method would probably not be much weaker than an ordinary titled Douluo. "

Dugu Bo looked at Luo Ping's methods, frowned slightly and murmured to himself,

After all, soul masters still have to rely on their strength. In the past, the difference between Soul Douluo and Titled Douluo was the increase in the ten-thousand-year soul ring, as well as the obvious soul power gap between the two.

However, there are always some special cases in the world, and Luo Ping happens to be such a special existence.

The eighth soul skill, Martial Soul Avatar, gave his body the properties of grave soil, so that he was no longer afraid of attacks by conventional means. Even if his body was destroyed, he could recover as before by consuming soul power.

Coupled with the unique suppression characteristics of one's own grave soil, unless it is a targeted assassination, it is definitely not an easy thing to kill the graveyard owner without knowing it.

"Don't waste your efforts. If my filthy reincarnation was so easy to crack, I would have died in Xingluo."

On the huge tomb, Luo Ping's face appeared strangely on the surface, followed by a little bit of elongation, and what appeared randomly were his hands and limbs.

After four breaths, Luo Ping stood in front of the huge tomb and arranged his clothes. There was no sign that his entire upper body had just been torn off again.

"Flander!!!"

Seeing his best friend buried under the tomb with his own eyes, Liu Erlong burst out with strength from nowhere. He tied a black rope around his body and wanted to rush forward to rescue Flanders.

Tiqi watched the show unmoved. When Huos saw this, the soul ring under his feet lit up, and the black rope that bound Liu Erlong suddenly tightened.

In the face of reality, Liu Erlong finally knelt down, lowered his head with tears streaming down his face, and twitched his body towards the tomb in the courtyard.

"It's all my fault...if it wasn't me..."

"That's right. If you didn't drink that alcohol, they might not have died."

Tiqi acted as the audience. Listening to Liu Erlong's sad self-blame, it was difficult to disagree with what the other party said.

"So, it's better to drink less alcohol if nothing happens.

Putting aside the physical harm, look at what this has done, if no one else comes, I will kill you all. "

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword energy suddenly struck from the horizon. As if he was waiting for Teach's words, the sharp sword energy went straight to the tomb where Flanders was buried.

Without any obstacles, Fang Guyue and Luo Ping sensed a full sense of threat from the sword energy the moment they noticed it.

Without Tiqi saying anything, they immediately moved to Tiqi's side, pretending to be protective of Tiqi, and blocked him behind their backs.

"Hey~ That's enough, the real master is here, put all the martial spirits away."

Tiqi's eyes twitched as he looked at the two Contras blocking him tightly, and couldn't help but mutter,

"They are more bully than I am. If I encounter those lunatics from the Haotian Sect from now on, I don't know if they can be relied upon."