Dou Po Zhi Ling Ji Huang

Chapter 341 The Beginning of the Bloody Battle

Above the sky, a sun-like golden light group exudes a terrifying and terrifying atmosphere. In the light group, Su Qing sat cross-legged, his whole body was wrapped in colorful fire waves, and strange runes surrounded his body!
Looking at the golden light that enveloped her, Su Qing frowned and said, "Is this the power of Emperor Dou? This Wrath of Heaven is definitely a high-level fighting skill!"

There was a trace of blood flowing from the corner of Su Qing's mouth. He was injured, but not by Yao Dan and the others, but the backlash caused by the continuous burning of the source.

"No, I can't go on like this, or the source will burn too much, and I will be finished before they do it."

Su Qing clasped his hands together and shouted: "Break it!"

A terrifying devouring vortex appeared, and the huge suction force continued to devour the surrounding golden light.

Outside the light group, the pale Yaodan frowned and said: "He is devouring the energy of the Fury of Refinement, everyone, let's work together to strengthen the fighting spirit, and he must be refined."

The three of Lei Ying nodded, and at the same time released a terrifying grudge to melt into the golden light. Yao Dan was seriously injured and had no strength to fight anymore, so he could only watch from the sidelines.

Inside the light group, Su Qing said coldly: "Seeing how much fighting spirit you have, I still have the strongest devouring power!"

The two sides started a tug-of-war like this. If Su Qing's devouring power could not swallow the golden light completely, then he would be refined by the golden light just like last time. As for whether he will be lucky this time and swallow the nothingness again. The fusion of flames to activate the fire spirit body is unknown.

The battle in the space of ten trillion earths has entered a state of anxiety, but the battles in other places are in full swing.

Above the Netherworld Sword Pond, battle qi and blood permeated the air, Soul Miesheng came out from the black qi, pinching the neck of a Yan Clan fighting saint.

After ruthlessly twisting the neck of the fighting saint, Hun Miansheng fell on the battlefield like a bomb, and once again fought to the death with several three-star fighting saints.

Not far from Hun Miesheng, the vice-master Hun Wusheng, who was slightly weaker, was fighting fiercely with a four-star battle saint. Hun Wusheng was not strong and was injured at this time, but his opponent was not having a good time either. The injury of a four-star Dou Sheng was even worse than him!

The soaring finger flashed across the melee, and Hun Miesheng used the soul emperor's soul finger to shoot it out. His opponents, the three-star fighting saints, let out a scream and became corpses.

Suddenly, more than a dozen battle qi burst out from all directions, engulfing Hun Mie Sheng Sheng.

More than a dozen three-star and four-star battle saints surrounded Soul Miesheng in a ring, and said loudly, "Hun Miesheng, suffer death!"

More than a dozen battle qi were shot out, and the fighting saints of the five races displayed their fighting skills. Lightning, flames, green light, white fire, and flying stones criss-crossed, tearing apart the space where Soul Miesheng was located.

In the terrifying storm of fighting spirit, an extremely domineering voice sounded: "A group of ants are also trying to kill this hall?"

As soon as the words fell, a black fire python meandered out from the battle qi, and Hun Miesheng stood on top of the fire python's head, his hair disheveled like a demon god, looking around.

"Soul Devouring Storm!"

Hun Miesheng let out a loud shout, holding the sky with his hands, and countless souls formed a gray tornado.

On the forehead of Hun Miesheng, the runes of the soul clan gleamed, and drops of blood flowed out of Hun Miesheng's body and turned into a long spear. Hun Miesheng looked palely at the five clans fighting saints around him and said, "In my soul In front of the clan, everything is an ant!"

The blood-colored spear swept out, and the gray tornado composed of countless soul bodies erupted loudly. The terrifying battle energy tore through the space, and the blood-colored spear turned into blood and spread, repelling more than a dozen fighting saints from the five races.

After doing all this, Hun Miesheng looked around with a pale face, his eyes became more murderous, wherever he looked, those two-star and three-star battle saints subconsciously took a few steps back, not daring to step forward.

Hun Wusheng came to Hun Miesheng's side and said solemnly: "Master, we are going to lose it!"

Hun Miesheng nodded and said: "Yes, Mr. Hun Xuzi and the five six-star fighting saints opened up a space to fight, and they can't separate themselves in a short time. Here, there are only you and me..."

There was some helplessness in Hun Miesheng's words. The two of them, a five-star fighter and a three-star fighter, had to face more than 30 fighters. It was a miracle that they were still alive.

After Hun Miesheng performed the attack just now, he is still extremely weak now. Although they killed nearly ten people from the Five Clans Fighting Saints, most of the rest are three-star and four-star Fighting Saints. Unable to block their next attack.

Sure enough, after the fighting saints of the five clans regrouped, nearly thirty strong fighters surrounded Hun Mie Sheng and the two of them.

Hun Miesheng said calmly, "Wusheng, prepare to abandon your body and explode yourself!"

Hun Wusheng nodded, self-destruction is not fatal to him and Hun Miesheng, the most effective way right now is to self-destruction, and die together with these people!
Fighting saints from the five tribes activated their battle qi at the same time, and the terrifying power enveloped the two of them, and the fighting saints of the Yan tribe said coldly: "Today's battle, the Hall of Souls will be expelled from Zhongzhou!"

The behavior of the Soul Palace in recent years has made most people feel disgusted and angry. Almost all forces have encountered the soul chains of the Soul Clan, so if Hun Miesheng and Hun Wusheng die today, they will definitely not stay in the Soul Palace. Go!

Hun Miesheng sneered and said, "It's up to you?"

The eyes of Hun Miesheng and Hun Wusheng were cold, and their whole bodies burst out with fighting spirit. Just when they were about to explode themselves and die with each other, an old voice sounded: "It's so lively, it seems that we are not too late!"

The space was torn apart, the star map descended, and a little bit of starlight fell, and then a huge pink lotus flower bloomed from the star map, and Xingyao and Yang Yi walked out of the lotus flower.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that we would cooperate one day!"

Xingyao looked at Hun Miesheng with a faint smile and said, "Are you ready to go all out?"

Seeing Xingyao and Xingyao, Hun Miesheng let out a sigh of relief and said, "A little later, Wusheng and I will meet you in the form of soul body."

Yang Yi stretched out his hand to pick a petal from the pink lotus and said with a smile: "We are worried about Mrs. Yun Yun, and we will help her clean up some troubles first."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Yi flicked his fingers, and a terrifying grudge burst out. The pink petals pierced through a four-star fighting saint among the five clans without warning, and instantly killed him instantly!

Don't look at Yang Yi's smiling face, he never kills people, but as the owner of the Xiaoyao Pavilion, how can he be a person of mediocre strength? Yang Yi is more direct than Xingyao when he makes a move, either he dies or the other party dies , never show mercy, and, his superficial strength is a three-star fighting saint, but under the blessing of the flame wheel, his strength is not weaker than that of Hun Mie Sheng. The leaders of the two supreme forces in the northwest continent are also stars. An important person of the clan, how could the strength be poor?

The main and deputy lords of the Soul Hall, Yang Yi, the lord of the Xiaoyao Pavilion, and Xingyao, the lord of the Star Hall, stood together and looked at the fighting saints of the five races around them.

Hun Miesheng said indifferently: "These more than 30 people, let's kill them all!"

The strength of Xingyao and Yangyi is unknown, but he has heard about the Star Clan, so he believes that the strength of Xingyao and Yangyi is comparable to his. These more than 30 fighting saints of the five clans are already Hun is the lamb in Sheng's eyes!

(End of this chapter)