Douluo: Peerless Angel Glory

Ling Bai looked at Tang Si and Tang Wu, who were making soul guides, or more precisely, Huo Yuhao in disguise.

The Tang Sect relied on soul guides to revive, and the production of soul guides required a large amount of rare metals, so they set their sights on the Mingdu Soul Guide Elite Competition.

Winning each round of the Soul Guide Competition would be rewarded with generous rare metals, and winning the championship on behalf of the Xishui League would be a huge fortune. The benefits were attractive, so it was normal for the two to take risks.

Huo Yuhao and Cai Tou had undergone extreme individual training in the Shrek Soul Guide Department, and they had some kung fu skills and excellent disguise abilities. Even Nangong Wan, the evil Douluo, could not find any clues.

Ling Bai did not mean to despise Nangong Wan, because he had very low psychological expectations of Nangong Wan, and another time and space was outrageous.

Huo Yuhao absorbed too much of the cold ice spring, and only his right hand could move. He had to sit in a wheelchair and run between the Soul Master Competition and the Soul Guide Competition, and he showed his external soul bone dark gold claws on both sides.

Such a prominent feature could be hidden. Ling Bai no longer had hope for the intelligence of Xishui League and Nangong Wan's IQ. They were just a bunch of idiots.

"Brother Shiyu, it seems that Tang Wu wants to make a bet with Lao San's apprentice."

Nangong Wan said with interest. Huo Yuhao and Soul Master No. 98 walked to the notary office together. The former's bet was the ninth-level soul guide Red Dust Blessing, and the latter's bet was the Dark Azure Dragon ranked fifty-ninth on the list of engraving knives.

"Brother Nangong, who do you think will win?"

"Both disciples were trained by the third brother himself. Although the evil soul master's talent is not high, the soul master's talent is extraordinary. A level 6 soul master in his twenties is more than enough to enter Mingde Hall. Tang Wu's cultivation is only a soul king, and he is definitely not the opponent of the third disciple."

Nangong Wan paused for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Ling Bai seemed to be interested in Huo Yuhao, and smiled awkwardly to make up for it: "I don't understand soul guides, just chatting casually. Tang Wu is someone you value, so he should have some hidden skills."

Ling Bai smiled but didn't say anything. Whether Huo Yuhao could defeat the Dark Thunder Douluo disciple had nothing to do with him. He only cared about how many Tianmeng Ice Silkworm Origins he could take away next.

The six-winged angel lacked the first and second soul rings to achieve the full 100,000-year achievement.

On the soul guide competition stage, the two people started fighting after making soul guides. They attacked each other back and forth. In the end, Huo Yuhao was more skilled and defeated the soul master No. 98, winning the bet Dark Azure Dragon Ranking Carving Knife.

Soul Master No. 98 knelt down in disbelief. He could never have imagined that he would lose to a Level 5 Soul Master.

At this moment, the dome of the No. 1 suspended VIP room was opened, and a handsome old man with white hair walked out of the air. He had a kind smile on his face, which made people feel good about him at first sight.

"Second Master! Second Master, save me!"

Number 98 fell to Nangong Wan's feet as if grasping a life-saving straw, pointed at Huo Yuhao and said with tears streaming down his face:

"He cheated the Dark Azure Dragon away with despicable means, and the teacher will not forgive me!"

Nangong Wan glanced at the many spectators of the Soul Guidance Competition without leaving a trace, kicked Number 98 away, and laughed:

"Why are you standing there? Give the bet to this little friend. We, the Xishui League, have always been based on integrity and will never do anything treacherous!"

"Yes, leader!"

The Xishui League leader spoke, and the notary judge did not dare to neglect it. He came to Huo Yuhao and returned the Red Dust Blessing and the Dark Azure Dragon.

"Number 66 Tang Wu, number 88 Tang Si, number 96 Huang Zheng, the three of you will represent the Xishui League in the finals of the Soul Guidance Competition."

At this moment, there were so many people and eyes, and Nangong Wan was concerned about the face of the Xishui League and could not maliciously target Huo Yuhao. He pretended to be pleased and congratulated the three people.

A black figure floated down silently, standing beside Nangong Wan with his hands behind his back. The moment he saw his face clearly, He Caitou's heart tightened, and Huo Yuhao's enthusiasm cooled down. The excitement of getting a Dark Azure Dragon was gone in an instant.

Death Prison Douluo!

His throat rose and fell, and Huo Yuhao swallowed hard. Xishui League and Ye Xishui's name overlapped, and he guessed that it might be a subordinate force of the Holy Spirit Church.

He chose Xishui League as the entry point for the Soul Guidance Competition to take the opportunity to explore the details of the Holy Spirit Church. In his opinion, an underground force would not be valued by the Holy Spirit Church. Who would have thought that Death Prison Douluo, the deputy leader of the Holy Spirit, would come in person!

"Tang Wu, you are a rising star, and your future is promising."

Ling Bai spoke faintly.

Death Prison Douluo attaches great importance to Tang Wu!

Everyone present was in a state of excitement. He Caitou was worried about Huo Yuhao. Being valued by a super evil Douluo was a matter of life and death. Once he gained trust, he would be a nail in the Holy Spirit Church.

Huang Zheng looked at Huo Yuhao with envy, jealousy and hatred. The two extreme Douluos and the leader Zhongli Wu were out. The Holy Spirit Church was now the deputy leader of the Death Prison Douluo, and countless evil soul masters wanted to curry favor with him in their dreams, but in the end, an outsider got the upper hand! ?

Feeling the different looks around him, Huo Yuhao wanted to cry but had no tears. He didn't believe that the Death Prison Douluo valued him at all. He was clearly targeting him!

Hehe, I recognized you~

Hurry up and give me a tribute!

For the next quarter of an hour, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm hid in the sea of ​​spirits and trembled. Huo Yuhao was in a state of confusion and had no idea how to walk out of the green hotel.

Taking a deep breath of the cold night air, Huo Yuhao tried his best to stay calm, forced a smile and said:

"Second Brother, please go back to the hotel first. I want to walk alone."

"Okay, be careful."

He Caitou seemed to still be immersed in the fear of facing the Death Prison Douluo. After giving a reminder, he turned around and left without any doubt.

Huo Yuhao stood there and watched He Caitou disappear, his fists clenched unconsciously, and the veins on the back of his hands snaked and protruded like small snakes.

He knew that the guy must be watching in secret, and he couldn't hide from the nightmare demon, so he simply ensured the safety of his second senior brother and stayed to face it alone.

"You're quite witty, Tang Wu, oh no, it's Huo Yuhao, a classmate from Shrek Academy."

The evil figure of Death Prison Douluo walked out of the shadows and stared at Huo Yuhao with burning eyes.

Huo YuhaoX

walking half a million

There was a faint smell of blood in the air. Huo Yuhao's nails were embedded in the flesh. Only pain could prevent him from exposing his flaws in front of the Death Hell Douluo.

Seeing this, Ling Bai smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, in fact we are very destined.

The first time I saw him was in the Far North, the second time in Xingluo City, the third time in Mingde Hall, the fourth time on the road from Maple Leaf City to Shrek, and the fifth time in the Qingse Hotel of Xishui Alliance.

I saw you generously giving me some gifts in the past three times, and this time should be no exception. "

"Two...two hundred thousand years?"

Huo Yuhao's lips trembled, like a little daughter-in-law who was about to be humiliated but still gritted her teeth.

"No no no."

Ling Bai stretched out a hand, spread his five slender fingers, and then grasped it instantly, with the word greed written clearly on his face:

"I want them all!"

The origins of the five hundred thousand year dream are wiped out in one fell swoop!

The first two spirit rings of Seraphim will be upgraded to Seraphim in 200,000 years, and the seventh Snow Emperor spirit ring will be increased in 300,000 years!

The 700,000-year-old Snow Emperor soul ring is superimposed on the 300,000-year-old Heavenly Dream origin, soaring up to become the true form of a million-year-old angel!

"no!"

The Tianmeng Ice Silkworm screamed and condensed into a spiritual body: "This is my last origin. If I give it all to you, I will have nothing!"

Ling Bai snapped his fingers, and the gate of the undead, filled with the aura of death, rose boldly, and the Hell Bone Dragon stepped out of it step by step. The dragon's power was overwhelming, and it locked onto one person and one silkworm in an instant.

“With nothing, at least I can survive.

When people are gone, everything is gone. You have spent millions of years calling yourself the king of soul beasts. You should understand this truth. "

"Two hundred thousand years, you let us go."

Tianmeng Iceworm insisted that it would leave the fire for Huo Yuhao.

"Half a million years, if you give it, you will live." Ling Bai's tone was cold and unchallenged, "If you don't give it, you will die!"

The Hell Bone Dragon seemed to have a close connection with Ling Bai. It opened its huge mouth, its knife-like teeth flashed with cold light, and its huge dragon body slowly approached Huo Yuhao.

Under the power of the dragon, Huo Yuhao looked pained and swayed. Tianmeng Bingcan said sharply:

"Death Hell Douluo, aren't you afraid that I will blow myself up? Five hundred thousand years of spiritual origin is enough to drag you to the underworld together!"

"You can give it a try." Ling Bai looked indifferent, "I let you go before because I was really afraid of your millions of years of spiritual origin.

Today I really don’t believe that a mere 500,000-year-old Origin can do anything to me! "

Seraphim's spiritual power ranks high among all the martial arts in Douluo Continent, but it is not as good as the specialized spiritual attribute martial arts.

Ling Bai has been continuously improving his mental power for many years. After absorbing the Dew of Seeing Through Autumn Water, his mental power suddenly broke through to the level of Titled Douluo or even Super Douluo.

Moreover, Ling Bai wears the ninth-level spiritual defense soul tool Thousand Charming Demonic Face. Its core is the soul bone of the head of the hundred thousand year old Thousand Charming Demonic Fox. It also comes with the skill Spiritual Wall to resist mental attacks.

Not to mention the dragon's will contained in the Crown of the Dragon King. The two dragon kings guarded the sea of ​​spirit. A half-broken Tianmeng Ice Silkworm couldn't make much waves, so Ling Bai no longer restrained himself and showed his cold expression to the prey. Fangs.

"You and I……"

The spiritual body of Tianmeng Ice Silkworm was dumbfounded for a moment. Today it will take one hundred thousand years, and tomorrow it will take two hundred thousand years. It can sleep overnight. However, the power of the source is limited, and the desire of the Death Douluo is unlimited, and even subverts it.

Huo Yuhao's face turned pale as he looked at the Death Prison Douluo who had torn off his disguise. Maybe he should just stay in Shrek Academy and never leave.

"Remember to be thorough when you self-destruct, don't let me catch half of your souls.

The Holy Spirit Cult has countless tricks to torture souls. I swear in the name of Death Douluo, you will enjoy them one by one! Suffering from soul refining torture every day! "

Ling Bai struck while the iron was hot and added some ingredients. Tianmeng Bingsi trembled all over, as if he had foreseen the miserable scene of Ling Bai taking away the soul lamp while his soul was still alive. His aura of despairing of death was mostly extinguished, and his eyes flashed:

"Death Hell Douluo, we want peace of mind. What if we give you the power of five hundred thousand years of origin, but then you turn your back on me and refuse to recognize me?"

Keeping the green hills and not worrying about running out of firewood, Tianmeng Bingsi finally compromised.

As the saying goes, the older you get, the more you fear death. Tianmeng Ice Silkworm has lived for millions of years and longs for eternity.

When a group of ferocious beasts formed a circle in the Star Dou Great Forest to suck wildly, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm did not even self-destruct. It can be said that as long as there is hope of survival, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm will not perish together.

So far, it is still thinking about carving out a world with Huo Yuhao, and one day receiving the blessings of the gods, returning to the far north and proudly inviting the Ice Emperor to accompany it!

Tianmeng Bingshen's silkworm face showed a humane expression of pleading, and Huo Yuhao also blinked at Ling Bai.

"If you want peace of mind... then you bet on my character."

Your character?

One person and one silkworm were instantly petrified.

What is this nonsense?

The evil soul master...has the character of an egg!

Of course, what is in the heart cannot be explained to outsiders, Tianmeng Bingshen said flatteringly:

"Master Deathly Hell is extremely talented. With my million-year origin, I will definitely become a god and live forever in the future!"

"If you can speak, speak more."

"Um..." Tianmeng Iceworm said while rubbing his hands, "Yuhao and I are just two little people. We are just teasing you by blowing ourselves up. You don't remember the mistakes of small people.

Is this okay? The five hundred thousand-year source is given to you, but I will put a layer of spiritual imprint on the power of the source. If this imprint is not dissipated and absorbed by force, the power of my source will explode.

The two of us return to Mingyue Hotel, and then I will disperse the spiritual imprint..."

"Still don't believe me?" Ling Bai raised his eyebrows.

Tianmeng Bingcan shook his head crazily: "No, no, no, it's just protection... protection..."

"According to what you said, you know the consequences of playing tricks."

This is the bottom line of Tianmeng Ice Silkworm. Continuing to press may really arouse its desperate mentality. The most important thing is to get the five hundred thousand year origin. With the remaining strength of the two of them, they no longer pose a threat to Ling Bai.

"Alas! Alas!"

Tian Meng Bing Silkworm's response was like the groveling of a palace eunuch, and the five golden rings on his body took off and flew to Ling Bai.

"Um?"

Ling Bai and Huo Yuhao were suddenly startled at the same time. With the loss of all the origins of Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, Huo Yuhao felt as if something mysterious and mysterious had been taken away from him, and he reached out eagerly to retain it. On the other side, Ling Bai was keenly aware of it. I realized that I had something extra.

It cannot be seen or touched, but it is real.

Reluctantly looking at the source of power for the last time, Tianmeng Bingcan urged the dazed Huo Yuhao to run quickly. After a few minutes, the spiritual imprint on the golden ring dispersed.

Ling Bai asked Electrolux to check it several times to confirm that everything was safe before entering the sea of ​​​​spirits. Tianmeng Iceworm did not dare to do anything.

"It's very familiar, as if I've touched it before..."

Ling Bai squinted his eyes as he recalled, and a person gradually came to mind.

In the sky villa of Mingyue Hotel, Ling Qiuxi was sitting cross-legged on the bed, meditating and practicing quietly. She suddenly opened her golden eyes, jumped up with a wild aura like a ferocious beast, and punched the black figure in front of her.

"it's me."

Ling Bai caught Ling Qiuxi's fist with one hand. With the twenty-level soul power gap, even a violent golden dragon couldn't struggle.

"Nervous, stand in front of someone's bed at night." Ling Qiuxi retracted her Dragon Fist with a speechless expression.

"There's something only you can answer for me."

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Ling Qiuxi looked over curiously, her interest aroused by Ling Bai.

Ling Bai took Ling Qiuxi's warm palm, and the sacred soul power of the seraph was injected into it, and it circulated in his body for a week.

"Do you feel it?" Ling Bai asked softly.

"you you you!!!"

Ling Qiuxi said the word "you" three times in a row, and her expression became extremely exciting, ranging from shock to excitement, and an indescribable complexity.

"The power of destiny...

How could you have the same fate as me? You obviously didn't have it before! "