The person who came was wearing a black tuxedo, a top hat, a monocle on his left eye, and a black stick in his hand. He looked like an old gentleman, and he could not tell at all that he looked like an evil soul master.

But Electrolux opened his eyes and said to Lan Nuo solemnly: "What a strong resentment, there are not a thousand or eight hundred evil spirits entangled in him."

When Lan Nuo heard Electrolux say this, he knew that he had found the right person. He released his mental power and swept the person around him. He wanted to find out the other party's strength, but was blocked by an extremely cold breath.

"It's a strange face. It seems that we are going to add new blood again!" The man in the tuxedo put down his cane and sat opposite Lan Nuo. Looking at Lan Nuo's young face, he couldn't help but feel a little funny.

Lan Nuo's face was customized with Wen Ruyu, and it was made of his own flesh and blood, so it was basically impossible to see the flaws.

"I wonder how you found this place?" The man in the tuxedo picked up the blood in front of Lan Nuo without hesitation, putting it between his lips and savored it.

Lan Nuozi opened the zipper of the mountaineering bag with a loud voice. The inside was a coma zombie soul master. Because the zombie soul master had practiced evil martial souls for too long, he had lost the appearance of a human being. Even if his soul power was sealed, he looked like a zombie.

The man in the tuxedo conjured his pupils and then returned to nature: "Tell me what you want?"

"Then I will open up! You are the evil soul master organization! There should be the inheritance of the evil soul master, right! I need those inheritances." Lan Nuo didn't plan to beat around the bush. He just came to join the gang. If he didn't join, how could he get the location of their stronghold? He couldn't find their stronghold. How could he cooperate with Qin Mingli and kill the evil soul master to draw the origin?

"No, no! We are not evil soul masters. We are the serious sect registered in the Martial Soul Hall. We believe in the great God of Rakshasa and pray that after death, our souls can enter the eternal kingdom of the God of Rakshasa." The man in the tuxedo was magnificent and sounded.

"Rakshasa Sect? Okay! Then I will join the Rakshasa Sect. This guy is my referee! Is it enough?"

The man in the tuxedo drank the blood in the cup in one mouthful, shook his head and said, "Not everyone has the qualification to serve the Rakshasa God. If you want to join the Rakshasa Sect, you must prove that you have this qualification."

"Tell me! How do you prove it!" Lan Nuo pretended to be impatient. He knew that this guy was asking him to make a letter of fame, and Lan Nuo had already prepared for this.

They are already called the Rakshasa Sect, and they say that they are not an evil soul master? The Rakshasa God is considered half of the ancestor of the Douluo evil soul master?

"Kill someone and hand over the head to me, this is your qualification!" The man in the tuxedo really proposed a letter of fame at the cost of his life.

Lan Nuo was prepared for this. Before the man in the tuxedo could react, Lan Nuo's hand was already pressed against the zombie man's neck. As he exerted force, the zombie soul master screamed.

A strong sense of devouring filled the limbs and bones of the zombie soul master. His original soul power began to be forced to be extracted. The zombie soul master wanted to say that Lan Nuo was not trustworthy, but Lan Nuo had never promised that he would release him after finding the evil soul master organization.

The zombie soul master desperately stretched out his hand to the man in the tuxedo and shouted hoarsely: "Save me!" But Lan Nuo's movements were so fast that as soon as the man in the tuxedo stood up, he was left with only skin and bones, like a mummy that had been dry for thousands of years.

Lan Nuo exerted a little force, and his skeleton was taken off and smashed in front of the man in the tuxedo: "Now you are qualified!"

"You!" The strong bloody smell was released from the man in the tuxedo, but when it came to Lan Nuo, it was easily blown away by the breeze.

"I just fulfilled your request. What can you do to me?" A spherical dark demon evil god thunder appeared in Lan Nuo's palm, spinning rapidly, and he could take action at any time.

"Hmph! Come with me! I'll take you to see the elder!" Although the man in the tuxedo was very dissatisfied with Lan Nuo's arrogance, he really didn't dare to do anything to him, even though Lan Nuo only had two rings.

It’s not because of anything else, just because of the soul devouring skill that Lan Nuo just showed. For the evil soul master, devouring is like a magical skill. The evil soul master with this soul skill can be at least able to cultivate to the level of Contra. If the elders knew that he had killed such a genius, he would definitely tear him alive.

The man in the tuxedo took Lan Nuo out of the box. The dried corpse was naturally handled by someone. The man in the tuxedo was fumbled on the walls of the corridor for a few times. A cabinet was actually opened from it, revealing a straight staircase leading downward. The underground of the Scythe Tavern was actually a unique world.

The two of them went down, and there were torches on both sides of the corridor. When they reached a location of more than ten meters underground, they suddenly realized that there was a stone hall with a diameter of more than 30 meters and a height of five meters hidden underground.

In the center of the hall is a huge pool of blood with a diameter of five meters. The blood inside flows like a fountain. In the center of the fountain is a strange statue of the god holding a sickle. The statue is bathed in the blood, as if it is a slightest purple halo radiating from the statue.

The evil soul masters sat cross-legged and practiced around the blood pool. The closer they were to the blood pool, the higher their cultivation level was. It seemed that the purple halo could bring them great benefits.

The man in the tuxedo brought Lan Nuo to the outermost periphery of the futon that he was practicing and shouted to a man in the robe inside: "Seventh Elder, I have discovered a newcomer with potential!"

The Scythe Tavern, one of the largest strongholds of the Rakshasa Sect in the Kingdom of Sylves, naturally had an elder in charge. The man called the Seven Elders stood up and walked towards Lan Nuo after hearing this.

The man in the tuxedo quickly walked to the Seventh Elder and whispered something in his ear. When the Seventh Elder heard this, his face suddenly changed. His eyes looked at Lan Nuo with admiration.

"Welcome to join the Rakshasa Sect. What's the name of the little brother?"

Lan Nuo said without thinking, "Tang San!"

Tang San, who was practicing the immortal golden body in Notting City, sneezed for no reason.

The Seventh Elder nodded with satisfaction when he heard this, and suddenly released two yellow, three purple, three black, and eight soul rings, restrained his pressure and said: "Tang San, do you want to be my disciple? With your soul skills and my teachings, you will definitely have a bright future!

In the future, there will definitely be a place for you among the elders of the Rakshasa Sect. You must know that I am the elder in charge of logistics. If I become my disciple, I will never have to worry about the resources of cultivation!”

As he said that, the Seventh Elder was about to reach out to touch Lan Nuo's head, but he was held by a person in the slant. His slender and white fingers seemed to be a woman, but behind him were three yellows, one purples, four blacks, and eight terrifying soul rings.

"Crazy Lich! That's a soul-devouring skill, you actually want to take it alone! You have too much appetite!"

【To be continued】
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