Taotie Divine Dragon suddenly grew in size, the dragon's body was nearly a thousand meters long, and its khaki scales shone brightly at this moment.
Above Firmament, eight dark red round holes suddenly fell and followed Taotie Divine Dragon.
Flying sand and rocks, wood plants and animal bodies, and even the purple-black dragon's breath, any matter that comes close to Xuan Zi will be absorbed by the hovering circular hole...
"This is..." Long Xiaoyao's pupils shrank.
He knew that Xuan Zi's Martial Soul had a trace of Dragon God Bloodline, but it was only a trace. Even if Niu transformed into a dragon, it would definitely not be as good as his Dark Sacred Dragon!
But now, the Dark Sacred Dragon shadow behind him actually trembled slightly at this moment, as if he had encountered a natural nemesis...
This is by no means a simple advanced dragon transformation!!
Seeing a flash of panic in Long Xiaoyao's originally calm eyes, Di Tian, who was watching, smiled disdainfully.
Just kidding, his fifth uncle is Nine Great Dragon Kings. Apart from Lord Dragon God coming in person, who else in the dragon family can beat him with blood?
Although the supreme bloodline of the dragon clan has reappeared in the human being Taotie, Di Tian thinks it is a kind of blasphemy.
But he had to admit that in today's Douluo Continent, except for the Lord Silver Dragon King who is still sleeping in the deepest part of Life Lake, no one can compare with Taotie's dragon bloodline!
Di Tian also knows that because he is Soul Beast, the deity, he is not overpowered by Xuan Zi in terms of blood.
Under the same origin, except for the god-level Martial Soul, the bloodline and strength of Martial Soul will never be as good as the real Soul Beast.
Just like with the same strength, a human with Thousand-Force Ant Emperor Martial Soul cannot beat the real Thousand-Force Ant Emperor
Dark Sacred Dragon is at best a direct descendant of the Dragon King. It's hard to say whether his bloodline is pure or not. How can he compare to his fifth uncle, the Dragon King?
Taotie Divine Dragon roared for nine days, carrying the power of devouring all things, tearing the air apart, and rushed straight to the door in front of Long Xiaoyao.
Long Xiaoyao didn't dare to raise his head, Soul Ring lit up under his feet, Dark Sacred Dragon's phantom wings closed, and the purple-black light condensed into a thick dragon scale shield in front of him.
Boom!!!
The moment the two forces collided, the dragon-scale shield instantly disappeared like the scorching sun melting snow, and even the shadow of Dark Sacred Dragon was swallowed up mostly.
The cracked earth seemed like God had pressed the delete button, and a huge, round pit appeared out of thin air.
Long Xiaoyao retreated and stopped blocking him.
He glanced down at his hands.
The palm is gone...
Moreover, there is a steady stream of devouring power destroying the flesh and blood on his severed wrist...
"It actually hurt me..." A hint of disbelief flashed in Long Xiaoyao's eyes.
When did Xuan Zi's devouring become so terrifying? Martial Soul advanced as well as his talents??
What frightened him even more was that the moment his Dark Sacred Dragon faced Taotie Divine Dragon, he felt an instinctive fear.
This kind of bloodline suppression made the veteran Limit Douluo feel palpitations...
Xuan Zi's speed did not slow down. He didn't even glance at Long Xiaoyao and rushed towards the direction of the explosion without looking back.
Only an earthy yellow shadow was left in the sky.
Long Xiaoyao looked at Xuan Zi's retreating figure, but wisely did not pursue it.
It's not that I'm afraid of suffering a bad loss, but it's just that there's no need to stop it now.
As the chief worshiper of Holy Spirit Cult, he could tell at a glance that the explosion just came from the eighth-level Soul Cannon.
In the case of a head-on hit, let alone the guy in the intelligence report who is only Soul Elder, even if Titled Douluo were to take a hit, he would be disabled even if he didn't die.
The user doesn't have to guess, it's the old boy Nether Lamp. Because the explosion flame is designed to be green, there is no one else except him.
Long Xiaoyao lowered his head and looked at his broken wrist. The flesh and blood there was still being slowly eroded by the devouring power, and there was a faint tendency to spread to the forearm.
He took a deep breath and mobilized Soul Power to extradite, Sisi wisps of black light Entanglement around the wound, forcibly suppressing the devouring power at the fracture.
After doing all this, he slowly raised his head.
His eyes crossed the messy battlefield and fell on the golden figure watching quietly in the distance.
Di Tian stood with his hands behind his hands. There was not much emotion visible in his golden vertical pupils, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth clearly contained a trace of undisguised mockery.
The two looked at each other for a moment.
No words, no confrontation.
The next second,
Long Xiaoyao's figure faded on the spot like ink, dissipating in the sinking dusk.
Di Tian withdrew his gaze, looked at the explosion area where gunpowder smoke was still rising, and narrowed his golden vertical pupils imperceptibly.
"... boy Su?"
"The person who can make Taotie so anxious seems to be another extremely talented human being. Ha, human beings are really a unique species... it's unfair..."
Di Tian sighed, glanced at the mess on the ground, then turned around, stepped into the center of the lake, and his figure sank under the blue waves.
The lake calmed down again,
It was as if nothing had happened.
This side of the cliff.
Fiery air waves swept in all directions, and trees within a hundred meters of the area instantly vaporized. A small mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the rocks on the edge of the cliff were shattered.
in the firelight,
Dark Evil Qilin Emperor's figure was twisted and torn.
Su Ling I just felt like countless red hammers were hitting my body continuously, and the crisp sound of broken ribs exploded in my chest.
The blood was vaporized by the high temperature as soon as it poured out of the body, and his consciousness quickly blurred amidst the burning heat and severe pain.
Martial Soul Avatar Experience Capsule has also reached the time limit.
The strength receded like a tide, and his mutilated and charred body fell vertically in the firelight.
Falling into the abyss below the cliff.
An earthy yellow meteor streaked across the sky.
Xuan Zi rushed to the cliff with red eyes.
Thick smoke was billowing from the charred earth, the rocks on the edge of the cliff were shattered, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and burning flesh.
But the small mushroom cloud had not completely dissipated, and the firelight reflected his old face covered with blood.
His pupils trembled violently.
Wherever he looked, there was no sign of Su Ling.
There was only a faint green figure standing on the edge of the cliff, it was the old man holding Netherworld Soul Lamp.
"Hahahaha! The little bastard died in my hands after all!" The old man looked up to the sky and smiled, his withered face full of madness.
"Old woman, I have avenged you!"
He smiled freely and wildly.
Then, he saw Xuan Zi.
Those bloodshot eyes, which could even be called scarlet, were staring at him.
The old man's laughter stopped suddenly.
He recognized this face.
The second strongest of Shrek, Xuan Zi.
And some time ago, according to the information sent back by the member assigned to Shrek, he had already reached level ninety-nine...
"You..." The old man subconsciously took half a step back, and the Netherworld Soul Lamp lamp flame trembled violently.
Xuan Zi said nothing.
No yelling, no questioning,
There isn't any unnecessary nonsense.
He just raised his hand.
The next second,
The old man felt that the air around him was being sucked out, and a terrifying suction force was squeezing from all directions!
He didn't even have time to light up Soul Ring,
"Click."
The sound of broken bones was crisp and short.
The old man's body was like an ant held by invisible hands, twisting, folding, and compressing in the void.
"Uh... ah... no... no!!!"
The old man let out a shrill scream, blood began to surge from his orifices, his eyeballs protruded from his sockets, and his skin was cracked.
Xuan Zi's hand slowly tightened.
"Bang--"
There was a dull explosion.
The old man's body exploded into a ball of blood mist in the void, leaving not even a single intact bone.
The blood mist filled the air, and was absorbed by the terrifying devouring power of Xuan Zi.
There is not even a trace left of the old man.
Crushing bones and scattering ashes.
From the time Xuan Zi appeared until the old man disappeared into ashes.
It only takes three breaths before and after.
Clean and neat, without any sloppiness.
After doing all this, Xuan Zi slowly put down his hand.
He stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down into the bottomless darkness, and was silent for a long time.
Then, he jumped up.