War of the Three Realms

Chapter 1077 Battle of Kyushu, I am crazy about the world 46
After a while, the light on it dimmed, as if it was about to go out.

The golden dragon gave Li Kuang a unwilling look, and suddenly turned into a golden light, pierced through the stunned Bai Yunzi's head, and disappeared.

At the same time, the terrifying prehistoric aura also dissipated, as if it had never appeared before.

With a muffled groan, Bai Yunzi suddenly spat out blood, and sat down on the ground, his face was as ugly as gold paper.

But his eyes clearly showed excitement and enthusiasm!

"Dragon Soul...Dragon Soul finally chose me, hahahaha, so the legend is true, it is true!"

Bai Yunzi laughed wildly while spurting blood.

Li Kuang was extremely depressed. This Bai Yunzi had such power just by arousing the dragon soul. He fused the spirit of the Dragon King himself, but it had no effect. This is really unfair.

Bai Yunzi's taoist robe was already stained red with blood, not only was blood spurting out of his mouth, but even his capillaries began to shoot tiny blood arrows outward, looking extremely terrifying.

Li Kuang just stood quietly by the side, and had no intention of intervening.

It is not a simple matter for the dragon soul to choose a host for fusion. Outsiders can't help at all, and it can be regarded as a test. If you can't even pass this level, you won't be able to get its approval.

With Bai Yunzi's strong strength in the later stage of the tribulation, it is so miserable, one can imagine the danger of this dragon soul fusion.

Li Kuang couldn't help but have some doubts, is there really a dragon pattern in his body?
How can an eight-year-old child survive such a miserable fusion process that even the strength in the late stage of the tribulation?
Bai Yunzi's body was continuously sprayed with blood arrows, making him look like a balloon that had been pierced with thousands of needles. Countless small holes were sprayed at the same time, and the scene was quite spectacular.

Bai Yunzi's wild laughter had turned into a hoarse hiss, which became more and more shrill.

Others howled in pain, but he was lucky enough to keep laughing, but his voice became smaller and smaller, as if a wounded beast was panting in the dark.

Li Kuang's heart froze, no, Bai Yunzi might not be able to hold on.

The momentum of the blood splatter became weaker and weaker, as if the blood had been exhausted, and finally turned from spray to overflow.

By this time, Bai Yunzi was lying on the ground and convulsed, like a dying animal punching its fur.

(End of this chapter)