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Huo Yuhao held his breath and concentrated, ready to respond at any time.
This is an energy fluctuation that is a perfect fusion of mental power and soul power, which means that the power of the owner who uses it is unfathomable.
This also confirmed Huo Yuhao's idea that after the perfect integration of mental power and soul power, the use of soul guides can also be accompanied by powerful mental attacks.
"coming!"
Huo Yuhao’s expression changed. When the invisible arrow of mental power touched him, it transformed into a layer of cloth that wrapped around him, trying to penetrate into his sea of spiritual energy.
His strong and dense mental defense was useless in the face of this curse, and he could only watch it erode his spiritual sea.
But Huo Yuhao would not sit still and wait for death. His soul power surged and a cold aura emanated from his body.
Deputy leader Feng Ling did not think there was anything wrong. The process of going through the soul-raising ceremony would be accompanied by more or less pain, and almost everyone would instinctively release their martial spirits and soul skills.
But the Holy Son in front of her did not scream like the previous holy servants, which made the admiration in her eyes even stronger.
With the character of the Holy Son, he will surely become a powerful evil soul master and the next leader of the Holy Spirit Church.
But she was also wondering, there seemed to be something wrong with the Son of God's current condition, what was going on?
Huo Yuhao just stood upright on the altar, covering most of his face with his right hand, without saying a word.
In fact, Huo Yuhao was not conscious at the moment because he used his own martial soul fusion skill - Soul Freeze - on himself.
By sealing up one's own mind and soul, one can avoid the current mental attack against oneself.
The process of freezing the soul only took a moment, and inevitably produced a hint of chill, but Feng Ling seemed to have mistaken this chill as the evil aura that might belong to the Holy Death God, and did not find anything unusual.
At this moment, in the frozen plane, there was an extremely strange scene.
In a corner above the clear sky, a thin layer of black and red mist appeared at some point.
The black and red fog was spreading rapidly, with the potential to pollute the spiritual sea, but just as this momentum was about to take off, the entire frozen plane suddenly paused.
Wind, snow, fog... everything in the frozen plane seemed to be frozen. The black and red fog did not expand at all.
Ice Emperor and Snow Emperor stood on the ice field, looking up at the black and red mist with serious expressions. Tian Meng also had a worried look on his face. Only Yin Lex showed a relaxed smile.
"Big bug, little scorpion, snow girl, don't worry, I am an expert in playing curses, and Yuhao has perfectly avoided this curse."
He held out his staff and began to chant softly.
Although the curse was completely broken, he still needed to make some preparations in order to hide from the powerful aura and avoid suspicion.
In the square, all the evil soul masters were quietly looking up at Huo Yuhao and Feng Ling on the platform, waiting for the upcoming welcoming ceremony after the soul raising ceremony.
They had all just heard not long ago that the Holy Spirit Church had welcomed its own Holy Son. These fanatical evil soul masters were filled with admiration and longing.
But there are also people who have different ideas.
In the front row, closest to the altar, next to the elders, stood several very young evil spirit masters. They did not wear hats or cloaks, revealing their faces.
Being able to stand next to the elders in the front row shows that they have a high status.
Several young evil soul masters are less than twenty years old, but their cultivation has reached at least the level of Soul Emperor, and the handsome young man in the lead has even reached the terrifying level of Soul Saint.
His name is Yan Feng. His cultivation is not the result of taking drugs. Even among evil soul masters, his talent is among the best.
At this moment, he was staring at Huo Yuhao on the altar with a resentful and vicious look.
As the strongest among the younger generation of the Holy Spirit Church, he broke through to the Soul Saint level at the age of less than 20. He has always coveted the position of the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Church for a long time.
Yan Feng's cultivation is the strongest among the younger generation. He is the most promising evil soul master and the best candidate for the Son of God. In the future, he will surely break through to the Super Douluo and become the next leader of the Holy Spirit Church.
But now, the Holy Church issued a notice that it had found the Holy Son who could lead the Holy Church to prosperity, which made Yan Feng very puzzled.
When he saw Huo Yuhao in person today, his already cold eyes became even more aggressive.
Huo Yuhao’s cultivation level was only just above the Soul Emperor level, so how could he be more qualified than himself to be the Holy Son?
What's more, his martial soul is such a powerful bone dragon. Why can't he become the Son of God, but should give the position of the Son of God and the future leader to that guy who suddenly appeared?
What exactly is his ability?
Yan Feng looked at the altar, his eyes becoming more and more gloomy, like a poisonous snake waiting for its chance to strike.
On the altar, Huo Yuhao quickly regained consciousness.
Under the effect of soul freezing, he directly crossed an unknown amount of time and came to the current time point.
From his perspective, the curse power was still trying to invade his sea of consciousness, but the next second, the curse power disappeared without a trace.
Huo Yuhao's lips curled up slightly. He knew that he had successfully avoided the restriction from the mysterious strong man.
Tian Meng's happy voice came from the sea of spirit: "Yuhao, have you really broken the curse?"
Huo Yuhao responded with a smile.
"Child, I used the power of the curse to help you fake a cursed aura so as not to arouse that person's suspicion."
Yin Lex reminded him: "You must remember this later. Although there are no restrictions on you, you must not expose yourself."
"Of course." Huo Yuhao nodded.
He looked at the deputy leader Feng Ling in front of him and asked with a smile: "Deputy leader, is the soul raising ceremony over now?"
Seeing Huo Yuhao return to normal, Feng Ling happily announced to the people below: "The soul raising ceremony has ended. Now, the soul welcoming ceremony will be held."
"The one standing before you is the Holy Son who possesses the power of the Holy Emperor. Now that the Holy Son has appeared, the Holy Church will surely flourish."
A group of evil soul masters echoed, "The Holy Son has appeared, and the Holy Religion will surely flourish."
Huo Yuhao stood on the high altar, sweeping his cold and contemptuous gaze over the evil soul masters.
How could these followers of the Holy Spirit Church have imagined that their Holy Son was silently thinking in his heart how to destroy them.
At this moment, a voice came from below the altar: "Sir Holy Son, I would like to experience your holy power."
Huo Yuhao looked over there and saw a handsome young man, but he had an unconcealable cold aura about him.
Feng Ling stood on the high platform and scolded the young man: "Yan Feng, you must not be rude to the Holy Son."
Yan Feng said in a resounding voice: "I am not being rude to the Saint Son. I really want to experience the Saint Son's holy power."
Feng Ling frowned, but soon relaxed her brows.
This welcoming ceremony was a bit hasty, and it was the first time that the Son of God appeared in front of all the saints. Many people just followed suit and praised the Son of God’s greatness, but actually knew nothing about him.
She and a few elders were the only ones who had witnessed Huo Yuhao’s abilities, and the purpose of this welcoming spirit ceremony was to allow everyone to see the holy power with their own eyes.
However, Yan Feng, who is the number one among the young evil soul masters, personally asked to learn the holy power, which probably shows that he has some competitive spirit.
It is said to be an experience of holy power, but in fact it is just a competition.
After a brief thought, Feng Ling was about to speak when she heard another voice coming from below.
"Xiao Feng, let Yan Feng compete with the Holy Son, so that everyone can see the Holy Son's power."
The one who could call Feng Ling so affectionately was the current leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, Zhongli Wu. He was also the husband of the deputy leader Feng Ling.
Feng Ling nodded slightly and said, "Yan Feng, come up."
She didn't even ask Huo Yuhao whether he agreed to fight or not, this battle was already inevitable.
She knew that Yan Feng had already broken through to the Soul Saint level, while Huo Yuhao was only at the early stage of the Soul Emperor level.
Soul Saint and Soul Emperor are a watershed. After breaking through the Soul Saint level and possessing the seventh soul skill, the Martial Soul Avatar, Yan Feng’s strength will usher in a qualitative leap. Huo Yuhao is likely not his opponent, but Feng Ling did not refuse this fight.
Evil soul masters are the group that believes most in the respect of the strong. If they want to win the support of the people, strength is everything.
Moreover, she also wanted to see how strong Huo Yuhao was.
She took away the cursed stele used for the soul-raising ceremony, and the original altar turned into a spirit fighting arena.
The venue was small, so the battle was more intense and brutal.
Yan Feng took big strides up the stairs, his sinister gaze fixed on Huo Yuhao on the high altar.
Huo Yuhao could clearly feel the hostility in his eyes.
In just a few steps, Yan Feng climbed up to the altar and stood on both sides of the altar with Huo Yuhao.
The distance between the two men was only ten meters. Once the battle started, they would be in close combat in the blink of an eye.
"During this welcoming ceremony, the Holy Son will personally demonstrate the Holy Power of the Holy Emperor."
Feng Ling flew high up and hung above the altar.
She wouldn't interfere too much in the fight.
A group of evil soul masters stretched their necks and raised their heads in the square, with strange eyes revealed under their hats and cloaks, staring at the high altar.
Below the high altar, the elders and the leader Zhongli Wu were also full of curiosity. There were not many people who were worshipped by the eight elders and the twelve, only five or six.
According to Feng Ling, the Holy Son she found possesses the powerful power to dominate souls and rule the undead. In the future, he will definitely become the king of evil soul masters and lead the Holy Spirit Church to rule the world.
But hearsay is not necessarily true. Before Zhongli Wu and the elders saw it with their own eyes, they could not imagine what kind of power it was.
Yan Feng’s challenge now is a great opportunity.
Zhongli Wu asked: "Great Elder, Yan Feng is your disciple. Who do you think has a better chance of winning in a battle between him and the Holy Son?"
The great elder was a bald old man with a dry face, sunken eye sockets, and skin that seemed to be attached to his bones. He looked like a skeleton.
He said in a deep voice: "I am very confident in Yan Feng's ability. He is definitely the most talented young evil soul master in my sect. He will definitely break through to the Super Douluo in the future."
"As for the Saint Son, I don't know his abilities yet, but the Deputy Leader spoke so highly of him, which means he must be unique."
Ambiguous nonsense is equivalent to saying nothing.
The third elder at the side interrupted and said, "Report to the leader, I have personally seen the Holy Son's power to control souls. This power is even greater than that of the Supreme Leader."
Zhongli Wu's eyes lit up: "Are you serious?"
"Really!" the third elder affirmed.
Zhongli Wu looked up at the high altar again with a burning gaze.
Not only him, there were two figures in the sky obscured by the night, quietly looking down at the altar.
They were Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, the two ultimate Douluos.
Ye Xishui said calmly: "I wonder what special power the Holy Son possesses that Xiaofeng values so much."
Long Xiaoyao was indifferent to the fight below. He stood in the air with his hands behind his back, squinting his eyes.
He had no interest in the development of the Holy Spirit Church and was just there to keep Ye Xishui company.