Dou Po: Lord of the Great Thousand

In the spiritual formation, all the black mist converged on the fingertips of the deputy master of the Soul Palace at a strange but rapid speed.

On his sword finger, the invisible soul ripples condensed into substance, as if a crystal clear ink-colored sharp blade suddenly shot out from his fingertips.

The ink-colored blade rapidly enlarged in Tang Ling's eyes. He changed his hand seals, and the ice-blue light wheel in front of him immediately spun up, blocking the ink-colored blade.

In an instant, the entire huge spiritual array started to move crazily. Wisps of aura like the Great Destruction appeared from the light wheel, then condensed, and finally collided fiercely with the ink-colored sharp blade!

"snort!"

The offensive was blocked. The deputy master of the Soul Palace snorted coldly and flicked his two fingers. The ice blue light wheel in front of the ink-colored sharp blade even shook, and the light on it began to flicker slightly.

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With one blow, even the large formation that Tang Ling spent three days setting up was suppressed by this black sharp blade.

"Tang Ling, this soul-burial finger of mine was forged by destroying the minds of tens of thousands of creatures. There are countless strong ones among them. As long as the body is invaded by the wind of this finger, you will surely suffer the pain of soul annihilation!"

The deputy master of the Soul Palace looked at the crumbling light wheel, and a drop of scarlet blood appeared on his fingertips. Then he saw an ink-colored silk thread connecting the two between the black mist condensed on his fingertips and the ink-colored sharp blade.

There are traces and a strange dark red color.

Seeing this, the deputy master of the Soul Palace laughed loudly, then his expression darkened, and he said gloomily: "Today, I used it to take your life first, which can be regarded as a high regard for you as a fighting master!"

"Evil heretics!"

A sneer flashed in Tang Ling's eyes. He was pregnant with the Xuantian Ice Flame and had a peerless holy object such as the Xuantian Ice Wheel. What method could hurt his soul?

The moment his mind moved and he clasped his hands on his chest, a gunshot rang out from his body.

"Buzz!"

Immediately, flying snow surrounded by petals of snowflakes appeared from the void.

"Since you have so much confidence in your Soul Burying Finger, I will show you how ridiculous some of these heretics are to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Ling's handprints changed like lightning, and as his handprints changed, the Xuantian ice flames in his body immediately rose up, and in just a short moment, they turned into white ice dragons, entangled in Feixue.

On top of the gun!

Xuantian Ice Flame, as a flame born from a strange fire, the strength it can exert is tacitly related to the fighting spirit and soul power.

Tang Ling is now in the spiritual formation. With the blessing of the spiritual formation, although his fighting spirit is still the Nine Star Dou Zun, its essence is no weaker than any strong Dou Sheng.

Now relying on fighting spirit and soul power to do it together, although it is far from the foundation of the strong Dou Sheng, it is enough to deal with the deputy master of the Soul Palace in front of him!

"Ho ho ho!"

Ice dragons screamed and merged in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, they all merged into Feixue's gun body. Looking at Feixue, the gun body at this time seemed to be carved with countless carvings.

Clear ice dragon pattern.

As waves of powerful aura spread within it, even the surrounding space collapsed at this moment, turning pitch black like the void mouth of a ferocious ancient beast.

"Arrogant!"

The deputy master of the Soul Palace smiled solemnly, and the black energy in his body surged, turning into souls with ferocious faces, constantly rushing into the ink-colored blade. As these souls poured in, the surface of the ink-colored blade

The top was gradually covered with traces of bright red and dark blood lines.

"Soul Burying Finger, broken!"

As the strange blood stains appeared on the sharp blade, a look of solemnity appeared on the face of the deputy master of the Soul Palace. His arm suddenly exerted force, and with a crisp sound of "click", the ice blue light wheel was completely

Completely shattered like a mirror!

After that, the ink-colored sharp blade showed no sign of stopping. It drew a blood-colored trajectory in mid-air and stabbed straight at Tang Ling!

"Chi chi chi! Die for me!"

An abnormal flush appeared on the face of the deputy master of the Soul Palace. The ink-colored sharp blade passed by, and the void collapsed. The ground thousands of feet below was under this terrifying force, and the cracks were deep and deep.

The huge ravine at the bottom...

"punish!"

Feeling the ferocity of the attack from the deputy master of the Soul Palace, Tang Ling's handprints also changed, and the flying snow suddenly shook, and then it was like a white electric light, flashing out without any breath, and fought without giving in.

The ink-colored sharp blades collided hard together!

"bite!"

At the moment of the impact, there was a deathly silence in the sky, but a moment later, a series of earth-shaking loud noises suddenly erupted within the scope of the spiritual formation.

The monstrous energy storm swept across crazily, and cracks were broken into the sky one after another. The rolling black thunder in them was as terrifying as the naked eye.

And at this moment, the huge black palace under everyone's feet was suppressed to the ground by an unimaginable pressure. The people in the Soul Palace who had not taken action did not know whether they were dead or alive...

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"puff!"

Without the cover of the black mist, how long can the Great Heavenly Lord of the Soul Palace, who is only one-star peak, be able to survive the joint efforts of the two fighting saints, Patriarch Huo Yun and Yin Cang?

After only ten breaths of fighting, while the Great Heavenly Lord was forcing Yin Cang back with a bone sword, he was slapped on the chest by Huo Yun Ancestor who was using Yan Shen. Even though he was vomiting blood, he flew backwards.

And out.

At the same time, terrifying energy fluctuations rolled down crazily from the sky. Even the spiritual formation covering this area was shaken to the point where violent ripples appeared. There were faint cracks in the sky.

spread...

"Old ghost, can Tang Ling hold on?"

Yin Cang controlled the churning energy and blood in his body and appeared beside Patriarch Huo Yun. At the same time, he looked above the two of them with worried eyes.

When the bone knife appeared just now, the two of them originally planned to help, but when they were about to take action, they heard a message from Tang Ling asking them to act according to the plan.

Out of their trust in Tang Ling, Patriarch Huo Yun and the two of them did not hesitate, so they joined forces to attack the Great Heavenly Lord and handed over the deputy master of the Soul Palace to Tang Ling.

What is the result...

It was obvious that the two of them had reached the final victory point in their battle with the Great Heavenly Lord. But they were a little uncertain about Tang Ling's current situation.

Without him, the fight between Tang Ling and the deputy master of the Soul Palace would have been too great!

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"Bang!"

In the sky, at the intersection of energy storms, countless black thunders raged across the center of the space. The entire void suddenly shook, and the pale flying snow gun body was ejected back, and finally flipped rapidly and fell into Tang Ling's hands.

If you look closely, you can see that the ice dragon patterns that were carved on the body of the gun like lines just now are getting darker and darker at this time, until finally, these dragon patterns have completely dissipated.

And when the flying snow collapsed, the ink-colored sharp blade could no longer be seen in the sky.

But on the fingers of the deputy master of the Soul Palace that were covered with black mist, one could vaguely see a drop of scarlet blood, slowly sliding down, and then being greedily eaten by the soul wrapped in the black mist.

Almost exhausted.

After a head-on collision between the two, it was obvious that both sides failed to achieve much benefit and both suffered some damage.

However, when it comes to strength, in the fight just now, the strength of the three-star fighting saint, the deputy master of the Soul Palace, obviously has the upper hand. But Tang Ling holds the magic gun Feixue, a magic weapon, which is more powerful than the physical body.

It gives the latter a small advantage.

But even with this, in the previous battles, Tang Ling's consumption was far greater than that of the deputy master of the Soul Palace.

"The Soul Clan's methods are really weird and difficult..."

Tang Ling held the gun in his right hand and grasped the void with his left hand. The spiritual formation that had cracked in it resumed operation. Under his feet, another ice-blue light wheel slowly appeared.

During the collision just now, he could clearly feel a strange wave coming from the black blade.

This kind of fluctuation not only causes great damage to the soul power, but also has a strange corrosive power on the body and fighting spirit. If his soul realm is not higher than the opponent, there is Xuantian Ice Flame to protect him.

Outside of the body, I'm afraid it's going to be really bad.

"I have underestimated you. It seems that the descendants of the Ice Tribe are somewhat capable..."

In the distant sky, the deputy master of the Soul Palace looked at Tang Ling with a vague and solemn look.

Since Tang Ling appeared in the sight of Soul Palace, his life experiences, big and small, have also appeared in front of many senior leaders of Soul Palace.

In just a few years, the opponent who was just a small Dou Zong at the time has now become capable of entangled with him. Such a speed of progress, even with his thousands of years of experience, he has to admire it.

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Hearing the words of the deputy palace master, a hint of joking flashed across Tang Ling's face, and he said, "Really... But in the previous fights, you were far from as powerful as you said!"

Tang Ling's joking smile fell in the eyes of the deputy palace master, which also made a little anger flash in his eyes. He then sneered and said: "With the fighting spirit in your body, how many more attacks can you use like before?"

Once... once? Or twice? I only relied on external forces to achieve my current strength. With my strength, it is easy to end an ant-like existence like you!"

"oh?"

Tang Ling didn't know whether it was okay or not, so he raised the corner of his mouth with a slight arc and said, "Even if it's just once, it's just a small matter to deal with you..."

"Just you?"

The deputy master of the Soul Palace laughed angrily, pointing his finger a little in front of him, and a dark-colored sharp blade appeared on his fingertips again. But he moved his figure, and reached forward with his other palm, actually thrusting the

The ink-colored sharp blade was held vividly in his hand.

He did suffer a small loss when they fought on that spear just now, but unlike Tang Ling, he was a genuine three-star fighting saint!

"This is……"

Seeing this scene, Tang Ling couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Tang Ling, I have been practicing for more than a thousand years, and my strength is beyond your imagination. Today I will teach you what it means to be a fighting saint!"

The ink-colored sharp blade trembled in his hand, and on the face of the deputy master of the Soul Palace, wisps of black mist spread, like a mask, covering his entire face. And on the mask, countless thin lines emerged.

Dense traces of blood...

"call out!"

As soon as the deputy hall master's voice fell, his figure was shaken and he disappeared instantly.

"What a speed!"

When the deputy palace master disappeared, Tang Ling felt a sense of awe in his heart. He tapped the light wheel under his feet and waved the flying snow forward almost intuitively.

"bite!"

The space in front of him swayed, and with a soft sound, a huge force suddenly came from the Feixue gun, shaking him back several steps.

"Hey, the reaction is not slow!" After the attack failed, the deputy master of the Soul Palace smiled solemnly. When the sharp blade attacked again, he said: "However, the strength is more than a step behind!"

No matter how strong Tang Ling was, his body was still at the eighth level, and he was far from crossing the Dou Saint barrier. In terms of physical strength and physical strength, he was incomparable with the deputy master of the Soul Palace.

difference.

Under this situation, facing the opponent's fierce attacks that were pressing forward step by step, Tang Ling also looked solemn. He held the flying snow in his hand and wanted to meet it again.

But, at this moment...

A fiery red figure about ten feet long rushed upwards quickly, facing the ink-colored sharp blade, and slapped it with a bold palm!

"Yan Shen... one palm!"

"boom!"

The two collided together, followed by a shocking loud noise, and energy storms suddenly rose violently.

The next moment, from the flaming red palm, a raging red flame like a sea of ​​​​fire, with extremely frightening blazing temperature, swept directly towards the ink-colored sharp blade and its owner.

"Stab la la..."

As soon as this terrifying flame impact spread, in this space, especially the black mist in front of the deputy master of the Soul Palace, there was a crackling and burning sound. And the souls in the black mist,

It was accompanied by wails one after another, and instantly turned into nothingness.

Feeling this, the expression of the deputy master of the Soul Palace immediately changed, and he swept away the ink-colored sharp blade in his hand. While forcing the fiery red figure back, he quickly retreated a hundred feet away.

His eyes were fixed on the fiery red figure, and through the flames on its exterior, he saw the sarcasm in the eyes of Patriarch Huoyun inside.

However, thinking of the strangeness of the black mist before, the deputy master of the Soul Palace did not pay attention to Patriarch Huoyun. Instead, he carefully looked at the flames surrounding the latter.

"This is... the Fallen Heart Flame? No, that's not right! This is definitely not the Fallen Heart Flame!"

There was a slight cry, and there was a flash of shock in his eyes, but he quickly shook his head violently and shouted: "What the hell are you doing?"

However, Patriarch Huo Yun obviously did not answer him. Instead, he raised his finger and pointed downwards with a smile on his face, and said jokingly: "Why, you, the deputy master of the Soul Palace, don't care about the Great Heavenly Lord who cares about you.

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