Legend of Douluo: Qingyun

Two strange-shaped peaks are squeezed very close together, forming a long and narrow valley. The valley is deep and dark, with no sunlight all year round, and the whistling wind across the valley is like a ghost crying in the dark night.

There is a low cliff at this end of the valley. The bottom of the cliff is covered with aerial roots of trees, clusters and bunches, swaying left and right under the blowing wind across the valley.

If you come here at night, you will be horrified to find that the aerial roots are like erratic ghosts, accompanied by the wind that blows through the valley like ghosts crying, which is really creepy.

This long and eerie valley has an eerie name called Guiweijian, and the short cliff outside the valley is called Gui Diao Cliff.

Now that night is falling, the wind in the Ghost Crying Stream is getting stronger, and the "crying" sound is even more shrill and terrifying. The roots of the trees under the Ghost Cliff are shaking violently, like fierce ghosts crying.Those who are timid may fall to the ground in fear!

At this time, a figure appeared at the mouth of the valley of Ghost Cliff.The man cautiously approached the ghost cliff and looked around. The last ray of the setting sun shone on his face.

I saw that the man had short fiery red hair, and even his eyes were dark red. He had an ordinary appearance, but he exuded that invisible aura.

He is Yan from the golden generation of Wuhun Palace.

Yan stood still at the entrance of the valley, his cloak rustling in the fierce wind across the valley.

"Where is Death?"

Yan drank three times in a row.The only answer he received was a whimpering "ghost cry"!

Yan frowned and shouted again: "Where is the God of Death?"

"Are you going to have a funeral?" A gloomy voice suddenly sounded.

The sound seemed to come from the ghost cliff. Yan followed the sound and found nothing except the black shadows dancing at the bottom of the cliff.

"That's right!" Yan said loudly, while searching for the location where the sound came from.

"How many coffins do you want?" The gloomy voice sounded again.

Yan still couldn't find the location of the speaker, and the arrogance in his heart could not help but diminish a little, and he replied: "One mouthful!"

"The Soul King's coffin costs 300 million gold soul coins, the Soul Emperor costs 500 million gold soul coins, the Soul Saint costs 1000 million gold soul coins, the Soul Douluo costs 2000 million gold soul coins, and coffins with Titled Douluo and above are not for sale!" the voice said.

Yan nodded and said, "I want a Soul Saint's coffin!"

"1000 million gold soul coins!" A sinister voice spit out the number.

Yan Leng said: "Are you sure you will succeed?"

"As long as the God of Death sells the coffin, he will definitely give it away!"

Yan gritted his teeth and took out a soul guide: "Okay, this is 1000 million gold soul coins!"

"Throw it over the cliff!" A sinister voice commanded.

Yan threw the soul guide onto the ghost bank and stared at it intently. Suddenly, he felt a black shadow flash and the soul guide disappeared.

Yan couldn't help being surprised and thought to himself: "I heard that this Death God Douluo comes and goes without a trace and does not obey any force. It seems that he really has some skills!"

"Very good, who do you want to give the coffin to?" The sinister voice sounded again.

Yan Hen said: "Yuan Wentian from Shrek Academy, he is in Tiandou City now!"

The gloomy voice said after a while: "Another 1000 million gold soul coins!"

Yan couldn't help but said angrily: "You are raising the price for a piece of land!"

The gloomy voice explained: "Shrek Academy can have two Contras in charge, and Yuan Wentian's strength is not comparable to that of a soul master of the same level, so he has to pay according to the price of Contras!"

Yan gritted his teeth and said: "Forget it, I won't look for you anymore. Give me back the soul coins!"

"It's a rule not to return the soul coins after passing them!" said a sinister voice.

Yan said sternly: "Aren't you afraid of the revenge of my Wuhun Palace?"

The gloomy voice pondered for a moment, and finally made a concession: "The soul coins cannot be refunded. If you add 500 million gold soul coins, the coffin will help you deliver it!"

Yan sneered: "I only have so much on me!"

"I can give it to you after the matter is completed!"

"Okay!" Yan said cheerfully, but secretly thought in his heart: "It will be strange if I give it to you after the matter is completed!"

It turned out that Yan already knew about Hu Liena going to Soto City alone to meet Yuan Wentian.

Yan and Hu Liena have grown up together and practiced together. They have been together for most of the past twenty years.He has always believed that only he can be worthy of Hu Liena.

But what he didn't expect was that Hu Liena went to meet other men without telling him, and even stayed at his house to have dinner with him. The two of them got along very well.

How can Yan, who has liked Hu Liena since childhood, tolerate this?

Yan is a very dark and domineering person. He has never thought of competing openly with Yuan Wentian. Instead, he plans to make him disappear directly from Hu Liena!

But Yan is not a fool. He knows that he will never be able to defeat Yuan Wentian with his own strength, and he has no right to mobilize the masters of the Pope's Palace. In the end, he can only come to this notorious Death Douluo.

This Death God Douluo, like Dugu Bo, is a titled Douluo who does not belong to any force. He is good at concealment and his actions are secretive and strange. It is said that as long as he is paid, he will not stop dying and lingering until the target is killed. It is very difficult to Matang is the most notorious killer in the soul master world.

With him taking action, I believe that even ten lives won't be enough for Yuan Wentian to die!

However, paying 1000 million gold soul coins to kill Yuan Wentian was a bit high...

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"1000 million?" Yuan Wentian's eyes widened, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

Lao Yang's forehead was dripping with sweat and he said with a smile: "Master, according to your estimate based on the drawings, the 1000 million gold soul coins needed to build this main palace will not be enough. Apart from materials and labor, there are miscellaneous things. 1000 million is not much!”

Yuan Wentian's eyes widened and he said with a smile, "Just... just these dozen main palaces cost 1000 million gold soul coins. How much will it cost to build them all according to the drawings?"

Old Yang flattered and said with a smile: "Elder Niu Gao said that the main entrance should be grand and grand, without losing face, and the rooms where the disciples live should not be used for grooms. There is also the layout of the mountain guard formation, and the update of the equipment of the disciples of the three major clans. The full payment is 3000 million gold soul coins. Bar!"

"3000 million!" Yuan Wentian rolled his eyes and almost lost his breath. He didn't know how expensive firewood and rice were, so he was shocked. This was a soul-burning coin. I'm afraid he would have to spend all his money in just a few moves. .

Old Yang said politely: "Master, the hundreds of people on our mountain need to pay for food and drink, and the monthly expenses are tens of thousands of gold soul coins. Moreover, we have to give each disciple a monthly payment of [-] gold soul coins. , we can’t let our Qingyun sect disciples be left empty-handed, right?”

"We can't let our disciples not even be able to get out the soul coins for daily consumption!" Yuan Wentian slapped his forehead with a headache and groaned: "It's not easy to be the leader!"

Some time ago, three of the four clans finally gathered in the Beidou Mountains outside Tiandou City.

After Yuan Wentian introduced Lou Gao to Niu Gao and other three clan leaders, he started the construction plan of Qingyun Gate.

But the cost of building a sect still far exceeded Yuan Wentian's expectations...