Douluo: I mess around in Tangmen

"Who is it?" Fire Phoenix Douluo hurriedly looked towards the direction where the blue light flew, but only caught a closed space crack.

Huofeng Douluo recalled her martial soul, Huofeng flapped her wings and flew towards her, and turned into a Huofeng sword back into her hand.

Xu Tianyuan's head and body fell heavily on the ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

Juzi walked forward slowly, looked at Xu Tianyuan's unrepentant head, and said coldly, "Your blood is also red, it's no different."

"Let's deal with it. The scene of the first crime is Qinglin City, Qinglin City that has turned into hell."

"Got it, boss!" Shadowmouse walked over with two Huofeng soldiers, and quickly dealt with it.

"Juzi, that person just now?" Huo Fengdouluo asked worriedly, looking around, letting go of his perception completely, but he didn't find anything.

Tangerine took out the ice flower headdress from her bosom. When she first got it, it was as warm and moist as jade, but when she touched it before, it was just an ordinary touch.

"Grandma Huofeng, it's okay, there is a tsundere monster who doesn't want to show up secretly helping us." Orange smiled, and put the ice flower headdress close to her face.

After crossing the gap in space, when Ye Nanxiao returned to the border of the Star Luo Empire, everyone was already waiting.

Elder Xuan was squatting on the ground drinking wine, Broken Star Douluo stood aside silently, and among them was a hill of evil soul masters in black robes.

"Do the math, there should be a lot of them." Elder Xuan shook the wine gourd, his tattered clothes were stained with blood, but he was not injured.

"Okay, let's all rest, I'll pry their mouths open." A black suitcase appeared in Ye Nanxiao's hand.

"A torture device?" Broken Star Douluo asked.

Since he opened his mouth, he must be sentenced to death.

Ye Nanxiao nodded slightly, and opened the suitcase with one hand, revealing the delicate and small instruments of torture. "Why don't we learn from each other? I'm just curious about the interrogation skills of the White Tiger Army."

"No." Dai Hao said aloud, "The interrogations of the White Tiger Legion are all ordinary methods. If you really want to communicate, you will learn from the prisons in Xingluo City."

"Then I'll make a fool of myself!" Ye Nanxiao asked Duke Baihu for a wooden house, and asked the White Tiger soldiers to carry the evil spirit masters into the small wooden house one by one.

The cabin is very simple, but with Elder Xuan outside, Ye Nanxiao is not afraid of anyone prying, the suitcase is just a souvenir he took from Li Yuanren to hide.

The real way to open the mouth is to search for the soul.

The soul shaking bell was suspended above his head, Ye Nanxiao's eyes were filled with gray colors, and his aura became extremely cold.

"Show your soul."

The evil soul master, whose hands and feet were pierced by several ice picks and fixed on the chair, suddenly opened his eyes, and his whole body twitched, so there was no movement.

It's not that he's dead, but that his soul has been captured.

The same scarlet and stinky soul, Ye Nanxiao opened a set of Hell Eighteen Touches when he came up, and started to brush it first.

"Every day, you will only suffer more if your mouth is stubborn, and there will be mountains of swords, fire, seas, oil pans, hungry ghosts and hell waiting for you!"

The soul of the evil soul master's eyes widened, and he writhed wildly like a maggot.

"You haven't asked me what to say!"

Ye Nanxiao ignored the evil soul master's last words. She stretched out her hands and moved her ten fingers together, as if she were weaving. Soul magic danced on them, and she chanted ancient and obscure spells.

The soul shaking bell spit out a large number of soul fragments, which turned into a river of stars and merged into Ye Nanxiao's hands.

The soul fragments of nearly three legion squads were obtained at one time, so much energy made Ye Nanxiao a little rich. He didn't know what the soul-shaking bell could evolve into, maybe it would be a bottomless pit.

After careful consideration, Ye Nanxiao decided to divide the harvest into three parts, one part was used to upgrade the Soul Shocking Clock, and the other two parts were used to build a new soul weapon.

Just now he had an inspiration.

"Spirit God Phantom Prison Tower!"

An exquisite small pagoda with an eight-story pagoda body is condensed in Ye Nanxiao's hands. It is the reappearance of the memory of the Lanxing flower planter buried deep in his mind. There are four floors of the pagoda carved with flowers, birds, insects and snakes, tigers roaring and dragons singing, mountains, rivers, plants and trees. The sun, the moon and the stars, and the other four floors are evil ghosts howling in hell, and there are still lanterns hanging on the eaves of each floor, with faint flames dancing among them.

If you look carefully, the patterns of evil spirits on the lower four floors seem to be struggling in hell.

"The upper four floors are soul-crossing, the lower four are soul-shaking, the imaginary prison of the spirit god, and the hell of one thought." Ye Nanxiao did not forget that her soul magic also has the service of superseding a dragon. Into reincarnation to become a lonely ghost.

Wraiths wandering in pain in the world, if they fall into the hands of evil soul masters, they will be transformed into new wraiths.

The small tower absorbed the two energies that Ye Nanxiao collected from the Huanglong camp, and it was still illusory, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any time.

Ye Nanxiao frowned slightly. She didn't expect that two shares of energy would not be enough, so she took down the soul-shocking bell above her head to make it bigger, and threw the illusory tower into it.

After the small tower entered the Soul Shaking Bell, it spontaneously absorbed the energy inside the Soul Shaking Bell.

The energy stored in the soul shaking bell was quickly sucked away by the small tower.

It wasn't until the third portion of energy was completely absorbed that the small pagoda could barely be condensed. It was the same as when the Soul Shaking Bell was first born.