Douluo’s Infinite Devouring

Feng Siming leaned against the wall, still acting calm and without any fluctuations, as if everything just now had nothing to do with him.

The audience was silent, or everyone watching the game was shocked and speechless.

What is this operation? ? What just happened? ?

Can one person really defeat so many people by himself? Is that Hades a monster?

People who don't know the situation can only feel shocked, while those who know the inside story have already become extremely ugly. Chihiro Ji clenched his hands tightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more intense.

Multiple martial souls, can a person have so many martial souls in his body? This is simply impossible. This kind of ability should not be possessed by this person at all.

If he didn't care about his image, he would want to get rid of Ming Tian directly now! No, or take it back and study what's going on.

"Look for illness, stay safe and don't be impatient."

Qian Shuoning closed her eyes, also calming down her excited heart.

How long has he been so excited? Traveling across the mainland for so many years, I have seen countless strange people and strange things, but this is the first time I have seen multiple martial souls, and several completely irrelevant martial souls appearing on one person, incredible, incredible... …

"Mingtian, Mingtian..."

"Why do I feel that this guy has a familiar aura..."

Chihiro Ji wondered.

"Evil soul master, the village of the Holy Spirit Cult, sir, is this kid..."

Lordiala thought of something, and reminded Chihiro.

That crazy dark blue and silver color appeared in Chihiro Ji's mind, and he also witnessed that battle, Yu Huamo, that crazy Holy Spirit Cult woman! !

"Could it be that woman's child?"

"Isn't it? We'll find out after watching it. Anyway, after the game, this child will either die or be used by us."

Qian Shuoning said in a deep voice.

The Yanling auction house was silent for a while.

Outside in the sky above Tianling City, dark clouds rolled, the wind howled, and the mountains and rain were about to come.

In the wilderness far away from Tianling City, a reinforcement army from Qiluo City was rushing here.

It has nothing to do with the people in the game, there are two games left, everyone is looking forward to, who will lose? Who wins? Who can stand to the end? Or is this called Mingtian?

Feng Siming finally moved, opened his eyes, and looked at Ming Tian with a serious and serious look in those eyes.

Feng Siming said slowly:

"You are qualified to be my opponent, and I will go all out."

Step by step towards the underworld, Feng Siming's martial soul was released, and a rose-red soul imprint emerged beside him. Big dark red flowers, buds bloomed, and a roaring dark black dragon was born!

"scare!!!!!"

The dragon's voice was high, making a challenging sound.

Four soul rings, two yellow and two purple, appeared one after the other, and blood-colored rose petals were scattered all over the sky.

The distance between the two people is getting closer, looking at each other, ready to strike at any time, with all their strength!

"bring it on."

Ming Tian exercised his muscles and bones. He was not without injuries. He had many bruises on his body in the previous battle with Meng Xun. Using the Tianxu pupil twice made his spirit drop, and his spirit was exhausted. The skill of the thousand-year soul ring was useless. At the same time, when fighting against the previous four, the attack of the soul master of the three-eyed demon ape also caused some damage to Ming Tian.

But he still has to persevere, because Yan.

He knew his identity and ability, Yan quickly guessed almost, the only thing he can do now is to give him the last assist.

The spirit is concentrated, even if you are tired, you must cheer up.

"The third soul skill, Dragon Tail, Thrust!"

Feng Siming used his thousand-year-old soul ring skills as soon as he came up, and obviously he really regarded Ming Tian as a threat to him.

There is a sound coming from the ground, you must avoid it!

Ming Tian quickly dodged to the side, and a long black pointed dragon tail stretched out from the place where he was standing before, breaking upwards, and the dragon tail swung towards Ming Tian as if consciously.

"The tail of the evil god!"

The Dark Demon Tiger's martial soul switched, and the scorpion tail behind Mingtian stretched forward, the scorpion tail hook flashed a faint purple light, and collided with the dragon's tail, the scorpion tail faced the dragon's tail, and the next moment, Mingtian's Dark Demon Scorpion Tail came It was swung away by the dragon's tail and stabbed towards the underworld.

This is the first time that Mingtian's Evil God's Tail has failed. When the people below saw it, they exclaimed. With absolute strength, before the thousand-year soul skill, what's the use of having more martial souls?

"The first soul skill, rose vine!"

Just as Ming Tian wanted to avoid the dragon's tail, countless black rose vines suddenly grew from the dragon's tail. The rose vines had small spikes and small dark red rose flowers.

"Scorpion Claw Slash!!"

A few scorpion pincers cut off the rose vine that was trying to bind him, Ming Tian continued to escape, and the dragon tail protruding from the ground chased after him.

"Do you think you can escape?"

"Rose vine, limit growth, forest of roses!!"

Feng Siming's first soul skill kept flickering. He was urging his soul power on the spot. Countless black rose vines grew from the body of the blood rose dragon behind him. The rose vines began to cover the field, as if he took this place as his garden.

"Scorpion Claw Slash!!"

Some rose vines had already blocked Mingtian's escape route, and Mingtian had no choice but to chop off the flower vines in front of him with scorpion pincers, but the flower vines grew more and more, and it was impossible to completely avoid them.

"Naive, Rose Dragon Blade Scroll!!"

"Hoo hoo!!!!"

Feng Siming directly released the fourth soul skill, and the tornado rose, and the rose petals became sharp, mixed in the tornado, and rushed towards the underworld.

"ah?"

Feng Siming's fourth soul skill was extremely fast and had a wide range, and he arrived in front of Mingtian in an instant.

Will this fourth soul skill that instantly solved Zhan Ni directly defeat Ming Tian?

Everyone's hearts fell into their throats, watching intently, Zhan Ni looked at the soul skill that had defeated him and was also looking at whether Ming Tian could take over.

"Dog Blade, Hundred Claws!!!"

"Swish Swish Swish!!!"

The bloody dog ​​claws grabbed into the inside of the rose dragon blade scroll, but did not cause the slightest damage, but blocked the speed of the rose dragon blade scroll from advancing and spreading.

"Evil God Protector!!"

You can only use self-protection defensive soul skills. Mingtian's body is covered with a layer of gray air, and his body is blurred. The rose dragon blade roll passes through Mingtian's blurred body and turns in place. Use the evil god's body protection until the time limit of the rose dragon blade scroll expires.

The wind lessens and the roses scatter.

Mingtian's evil god's body protection had also reached its limit, and his soul power was no longer there, so he fell weakly to the ground.

Two rose vines quietly wrapped around Mingtian's ankles, and Mingtian was already Feng Siming's lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"What?!"

The rose vine rolled up Mingtian, wrapped his body in an instant, and brought him up to Feng Siming.

Feng Siming looked at Ming Tian with a smug smile on his face.

"It seems that I still won. If you were still in your prime, you might have to use some tricks, but this game is not fair. You have won so many games successively, and your mental strength, soul power, and physical strength have been exhausted. The limit, it was a matter of course to lose to me."

"Now, I only need to activate my second soul ability a little bit, and the rose dragon thorns that grow on my rose vine will pierce you through!"

"How? Do you admit defeat?"

Feng Siming smiled.

"No! Don't hurt Ming Tian!"

Yan Qingwan shouted from the audience, wanting to rush up, but Yan Wei showed a sullen look on her face when she saw it.

"Feng Siming killed Ming Tian, ​​Wuhundian will not hold you accountable!"

Yan Wei whispered on the side.

Qian Xunji also nodded towards Feng Siming on the stage, signaling Feng Siming to do it.

This could not be better, without the big men like them taking action to damage their reputation, and in the end, they can use the impermanence of life and death in the game to fool the past.

"It seems that many people are watching you die, and I can't do it if I want to save your life."

"Then, goodbye, the second soul skill, Rose Dragon Thorn!!!"

"No----"

"Ka!!!!!!"

The long rose thorns protruding from the rose vines entwining Mingtian, blood dripped from the gaps between the rose thorns, Mingtian seemed to be pierced into a sieve by the rose dragon thorns.

"Nice job!!"

Yanwei waved his hand and laughed, finally getting rid of a serious problem in his heart!

Chihiro Ji also nodded in satisfaction, and going against Wuhundian, that's the end.

"No, it doesn't seem to be dead yet."

Qian Shuoning had been perceiving it all the time, and noticed something was wrong.

Feng Siming's complacent face suddenly changed drastically. Dark blue blue silver grass grew out of the rose dragon thorns. The blue silver grass wrapped around the rose vine along the dragon thorns and devoured it as if it had its own consciousness. Touching the soul power in the rose vine, the originally crossed dragon thorns were torn apart by a powerful tearing force!

It revealed a person with blue silver grass growing all over his body, and a blue silver body.

Only the head of Mingtian is still his own, and everything below the head has turned into dark blue blue silver grass. There is a scratch on the left side of the cheek, and the blood that flows down is from the face. At that time, Mingtian used his left arm bone's 100,000-year-old soul bone skill to transform his body into blue and silver with his blue and silver body, and at the same time wrapped his head with blue and silver grass to prevent it from being hurt.

"This, this is..."

"Now, it's time to reverse."

Ming Tian looked at Feng Siming, exuding a king-like coercion.