C437 Soul Search

Sikori Hotel. The name of the owner of this hotel is Sikori. The Mexican had been in Rome for half his life. However, for the first time, he received four old Eastern men who were dressed strangely. What Sikori remembered vividly was that one of the old Eastern men was carrying another on his shoulder. His attire could not be seen clearly, but the person on his shoulder did not seem to be in a good condition.

Sikori was still a little absent-minded. He kept feeling that these people had an unusual background. He did not want his peaceful life to become unstable because of these strange guests.

After thinking about it, Sikori decided to pick up the phone next to him and get in touch with the police station on the street. He wanted the police to investigate these strange suspicious people.

However, when he picked up the phone next to his hand, he only had time to dial three numbers. The three old men from the east who had gone out earlier had returned. One of them, the old man who had carried a person on his shoulder the previous night, had an impatient look on his face as he cursed. When he walked past the hall and glanced at him, the old man's eyes flashed!

Oh my god!

Sikori was already nervous. This scare made him lose his grip on the microphone in his hand. With a bang, he smashed it on the counter. His face was pale and he shouted in his heart, "Oh my god, my god! What did I see? That guy's eyes! His eyes actually lit up! "

Wuhua and the others who were just about to return to their rooms were stopped by Sikori's sudden sound.

Boundless Eyeball turned around. He shamelessly turned around and walked towards the shop owner. Wuliang was skinny. He laid on the counter and squinted at Sikori. "Hey, don't be afraid. Tell me, what did you want to do just now?"

Sikori did not expect that his accident just now would really arouse the suspicion of the other party. He looked into Wuliang's eyes again. He felt as if he was being stared at by a weasel, and he felt uncomfortable all over. He was nervous in his heart, and he took two deep breaths. Pretending to be confident, he smiled awkwardly and said, "It's nothing. Nothing. I was just about to call my lover. I couldn't catch her hand, she's getting old... My hands and feet don't listen to me anymore, hehe! " Sikori laughed awkwardly. He quickly picked up the phone on the stage and quickly dialed his wife's number. After muttering a few words, he hung up the phone.

Seeing Wuliang still lying on the counter and looking at him, Sikori touched his wrinkled face with his hand. He shook his head and sat on his boss's seat without saying a word, as if he didn't exist.

Pak! Pak!

There were two crisp sounds of fingers tapping on the table.

Sikori, who was pretending to be fine, instantly collapsed. His whole body trembled violently. He raised his head and looked at the other party. When he saw the cold smile on the other party's face, Sikori could not help but feel afraid.

"I say, brother, we are all here to fight in the Pugilistic World. Show us your tricks! Don't do things that aren't smart, understand?" The threatening language of the eastern martial arts world was perfectly described by Wuliang in English.

Sikori nodded his head as if he didn't understand. He had lived his entire life and had opened a hotel for his entire life. This was the first time he realized that he was actually so stupid. These people in front of him weren't good people.

Wuliang patted Sikori's fat face with satisfaction. He nodded and said with a smile. "It's good that you know!"

Wuhua and Wutian looked at Wuliang as if he was a monster. They were both surprised. Usually, they thought that Wuliang had a bad temper, but they did not expect him to be such an old hooligan.

Wuliang turned around and looked at Wuhua. Wutian let out a sinister laugh and walked towards him. He muttered, "Get to work, get to work, get to work, get to work, get to work, get to work, get to work, get to work, get to work, get to work! What are you looking at? Go back to your room and get to work. See if our old man Mo has taken good care of our little friend. Hehe! "

Wuhua and Wutian shook their heads helplessly. They thought to themselves,boundless was indeed born from a wild cultivator. Just what kind of evil eye did he have? They could all see the strange expression on the inn owner's face. They didn't expect that if it wasn't for Wuliang, he might have caused some unnecessary trouble.

In the room, Mo Sheng was meditating. When he saw the three of them walk in, he didn't even raise his eyelids. It was as if there was no movement from a stone statue.

Wuliang and the others were already used to it, they just sat down and looked for a place to sit. Only Wuliang walked to the bottom of the bed alone and touched it. Soon, Syrah, who was tied up like a dumpling, was dragged out by him.

Syrah's face was a little pale, and his mouth was stuffed with a stinky rag that he had found from somewhere. He could not utter a single word. He could only use his eyes to glare at these enemies who had kidnapped him.

Pah!

A loud slap!

"What are you looking at? Can't you be more gentle with your eyes?" Immeasurable cursed.

Wuhua and Wutian couldn't help but laugh. Wuhua said with a smile, "You old brat, hurry up and get rid of him. Don't do so many boring things. It's not safe here either! " The hotel owner's bad behavior just now... It also made him feel threatened, as if there were too many unstable factors around him. The few oriental people in Rome, this Christian place, were too eye catching.

Wuliang also knew the truth of Wuhua's words, so he didn't dare to delay any longer. He placed Syrah, who was like a dumpling, on the ground. He sat down with his legs crossed.

After a while, a faint black light emerged from Boundless's body. A strange black light suddenly created a slight whirlwind in the room. The surrounding air seemed to have dropped a few degrees.

Wuhua and Wutian looked at Boundless in shock. The righteous path was currently in full swing, and it was very difficult to see the cultivator that cultivated in the Devil Path. Even if they saw this anomaly, they would still be attacked by a group of people.

This was the first time Wuhua had seen a devil cultivator cultivate. Although he knew that Wu Liang wasn't a devil cultivator, he still couldn't help but feel irritated.

Devil cultivators usually liked to take shortcuts, and they had evil intentions. These people were decisive in killing, and they couldn't be taken away by ordinary people. Currently, the only remaining devil cultivators in the Devil Path were weak, and their true devil cultivation techniques had long been lost. Some of them were just some unorthodox cultivation techniques of the Devil Path.

One had to know that there were records of devil cultivators in major sects like Qionghua and Kunlun that were prevalent hundreds of years ago. At that time, devil cultivators were at their peak for a period of time. There were even a lot of devil cultivators who had reached the Nascent Infant Stage, but all of them had been thrown into the vast universe. Their goal was to step out of this forgotten cage and search for the true path of cultivation.

In fact, if one could reach the Nascent Infant Stage in the righteous path, the cultivator would also take this path. Although this path was elusive and untraceable, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, these cultivator would throw themselves into this unknown world without hesitation.

In the room, it was hard to see the faint black light on Wuliang's body. All that was left was the ink-black airflow that kept rolling on his body.

"I never thought that this old man is actually a dual cultivator of Devil Path. The cultivation base of Devil Path is also so profound. It seems like I have underestimated him in the past!" Wutian murmured.

Wuhua, who was standing at the side, also nodded his head.

Mo Sheng, who was meditating by himself, opened his eyes at this moment. He looked at the boundless devil Qi rolling around his body and started thinking.

The chilly wind in the room made it difficult for even the sun outside the window to penetrate through the rolling devil Qi. This was to prevent the devil Qi from invading his body. Wuhua and the others held up their Genuine Qi to protect their bodies, but their eyes were fixed on Immeasurable and the captive Syrah without blinking.

"Look into my eyes!"

In the devil Qi,wuliang's eyes looked especially black, as if they were covered by a layer of black Qi. It was indescribably strange.

Syrah, who was lying on the edge of the bed, had already turned green. All the Holy Power on his body were desperately resisting the devil Qi that was charging at him from all directions. This devil Qi was completely counter to his Holy Power, and it seemed to be even more superior in quality. Syrah, who was already at the end of his rope, was even more helpless at this moment. However, an unyielding belief seemed to be supporting him.

The Holy Power that looked like it was going to break apart would often revive with great tenacity in the end. Syrah's persistent look made Wuhua and the others respect him. If it was not for the enemy, such a strong-willed person would definitely not be an object in the pool in the future.

Unfortunately, no matter how tough Syrah was, even if his mind was as tough as a diamond, it would not be able to withstand the endless heat.

"Let go of your soul!" The dream-like voice seemed to carry a soul-stirring power. The surging devil Qi had completely wrapped around Syrah. From the outside, it looked like a cocoon wrapped in black silk.

Wuliang had completely merged with the devil Qi. He was like a devil god that dominated the darkness. His hair was fluttering behind his head. His eyes were filled with black Qi, like an abyss in the darkness, releasing a strange and uneasy feeling.

Wuhua and the others felt a trace of uneasiness in their hearts. They began to doubt whether it was right or wrong for Wuliang to use this devil technique.

However, right at this moment, the devil Qi in the room began to withdraw, diluting bit by bit, becoming fainter and fainter...

Wuhua and the others heaved a sigh of relief and laughed self-deprecatingly.

They thought that there was no need for them to be nervous just now. It seemed like Wu Liang of Devil Path was already very familiar with devil cultivators' techniques. However, Wuhua and the others had a question in their minds. They would ask Wuliang later.

Soon,wuliang brushed off the dust on his butt and got up from the ground. He spat on the ground and kicked Syrah, who had already lost consciousness, over. In an instant, he cursed furiously. "Damn it! This bird's brain is just a pile of mush! It doesn't even have a fart, and it even made me spend so much effort!"

Wuhua and the others saw Wuliang's furious expression and couldn't help but ask, "What did you find out?"

Wuliang stopped cursing and glanced at Wuhua and Wutian. When he saw Mo Sheng closing his eyes and starting to meditate again, he was instantly furious. "A lot of doctrines and a lot of missions. It seems like this birdman is a slave and is being ordered around by the Church like a dog!"

"There's nothing else?" Wuhua could not help but ask. He did not expect that the lives of the people in the Church would be so simple. And it was such an expert. It was as if it was really as the legends said, these clergymen all gave their lives to the Lord!

The inconceivable few of them looked at the Cardinal that they respected at the same time. All of them had mixed feelings in their hearts.