Douluo Jueshi, world modulation mode

"Since you've chosen to stay and die..."

An Zhen took a step forward, her jet-black hair turning a snow-white color with a hint of noble emerald green, as if a crown of ice and snow had been bestowed upon her, and the Ice Age had descended once again, turning everything in this world into a blanket of white.

A wisp of icy blue appeared in An Zhen's eyes, like the cold ice from the deepest abyss. "Then I will grant your wish!"

Reflection of the Two Emperors of Ice and Snow
The authority over all things.

Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

The snow and ice seemed to have stopped at that moment.

Then, the ice and snow became even more biting, and every gust of cold wind felt like a knife scraping bone.

At the same time, just as the extreme cold began to manifest, a ten-thousand-year soul ring on Zhongli Wu's body lit up, transforming into a huge, pitch-black staff in his hand. As the staff fell into the void, a deep roar resounded.

A colossal creature suddenly emerged from the void. It was a dragon-like being, or more precisely, a skeletal dragon belonging to the undead category. It lacked scales and flesh, its body composed entirely of jet-black bones, with eerie, ominous green flames flickering within its head. Its body was a full hundred meters long, much smaller than the true forms of the martial souls of the several Title Douluos present, but its aura was far more terrifying.

The moment it appeared, the sky, which was covered by ice and snow, was forcibly torn open with a strange blood-red color, and mountains and seas of corpses appeared, as if countless soul beasts and vengeful spirits were howling ferociously.

“A dragon that has obtained a trace of the Silver Dragon King’s aura.” Anzhen’s gaze fell on the ancient dragon.

"Oh?" Zhongli Wu was surprised. "Shrek Academy's knowledge base is indeed rich."

Zhongli Wu raised his black magic staff and pointed it at An Zhen, "An Zhen, you have insulted my mother and Uncle Long, you will die today."

"Insult? Ridiculous." An Zhen sneered. "Sinners like your mother and accomplices like Long Xiaoyao deserve eternal infamy and never be reincarnated."

Anzhen has never been one to use words.

The souls of Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui were currently enjoying the burning sensation of the undead fire.

You're so arrogant just because you've obtained a trace of the Silver Dragon's aura.

Even when I sleep with the Silver Dragon King every day, I'm not this arrogant.

The so-called aura of the Silver Dragon King is some of the power that fell into the universe when the Dragon God split the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings and landed on Douluo Star. In addition, the Silver Dragon King was seriously injured and some energy was scattered between heaven and earth when he fled.

Some soul beasts with "gold" in their names, such as the Golden Crocodile King, were lucky enough to obtain the aura of the Golden Dragon King. For beings with such high lifespans as the Golden and Silver Dragon Kings, even a wisp of their aura, which is far less significant than a drop in the ocean, is an immense opportunity for many soul beasts.

"You're asking for death!" Zhong Liwu's once handsome face instantly contorted into a ferocious demonic expression.

The destruction of the Holy Spirit Cult and the tragic deaths of his mother and Uncle Long almost became Zhong Liwu's inner demons. The Holy Spirit Cult was clearly about to enter an unprecedented golden age under his leadership, and his blueprint even allowed evil spirit masters who had been hiding for tens of thousands of years to walk openly in the sunlight.

But he only went out once to search for the beast spirit.

When I came back, everything was gone.

Thousands of years of foundation were destroyed in an instant.

The closest relative he had always relied on was tragically killed by someone else.

In an instant, they fell from heaven to the abyss.

At this moment, his unsavory deeds are being told again and again by others.

Anger tore away the facade.

The soul ring, shimmering with an eerie, blood-red light, lit up. A blurry figure composed of black mist appeared behind Zhongli Wu, instantly merging into his body and transforming into a ten-meter-tall miniature giant. The jet-black staff in his hand transformed into an even larger scythe. Almost instantly, an indescribable terror swept over them, the evil aura mixed with the death power inherently opposed to living beings.

"Has he become one with his mount?"

Yan Shaozhe stared at Zhongli Wu, whose aura had drastically changed, his expression becoming extremely solemn. In his perception, Zhongli Wu and the bone dragon beneath him were as if they were one entity. Apart from An Zhen, the Shrek Academy members were on high alert, because Zhongli Wu's aura was now very close to what Elder Xuan and Elder Mu had given them.

"Great!" An Zhen's eyes revealed a hint of excitement.

That's what's interesting.

"Zhongli Wu, fight me!"

Before she finished speaking, An Zhen transformed into a streak of icy white light and shot out, thus beginning the formal battle.

"You hold off those three first, I'll go kill this brat." Zhongli Wu tossed the only defensive soul tool he had besides his soul defense soul tool, which was also his last level nine, to the purple-black phoenix that Feng Ling had transformed into. "The Bone Dragon King will assist you and share some of the pressure over there."

"Don't even think about it." Old Song, who was already prepared to attack, transformed into a blue arrow and shot towards Zhongli Wu, with a raging wind pushing behind her.

Yan Shaozhe transformed into a radiant phoenix. Without hesitation, he activated his soul core, and a golden phoenix, seemingly composed of flames, flew out from his dantian, as if it had materialized, and shot directly toward Zhongli Wu, like a ray of dawn breaking through the seemingly boundless night.

Sensing the power Zhongliwu was unleashing, they certainly couldn't let Anzhen face this evil soul master, who was already nearing his limit, alone.

"Ah!" A sharp cry rang out, and the ninth-ranked 100,000-year soul ring lit up. The purplish-black phoenix suddenly released a dazzling light, spread its wings, and formed an embracing shape. The extremely strong purple light almost completely covered it, transforming into a purple sun in its embrace.

Without any hesitation, taking advantage of her proximity to Zhongli Wu, the Purple-Black Phoenix, embracing the Purple Sun, directly stood behind Zhongli Wu, facing the full-force burst of the two Super Douluos.

the other side.

"roar~"

The Bone Dragon suddenly roared, its black skeleton turning azure, as if it had transformed into a divine dragon that controlled the wind. Even the dark clouds in the sky turned azure, a gale arose, and a storm that could be seen with the naked eye descended. With the silver dragon aura it had obtained, the Bone Dragon, which had a strong control over the wind, even affected the Azure Shadow Divine Eagle's wind, weakening its killing move by two or three levels.

At the same time, Anzhen arrived through the snow.

An extremely cold aura enveloped him, and even the Bone Dragon King's wind could not get close.

Everything happened in a mere instant. "Imperial Sword, Unparalleled Ice." An Zhen murmured in a cold voice, and icy blue light flowed across the longsword, but this time there was an added touch of emerald green, making it as beautiful as the aurora borealis in the far north.

To be precise, this is an imperial sword infused with the proud power of the two Ice and Snow Emperors.

"Die!" Zhongli Wu brandished his enormous scythe of death, and the aura of death followed.

"clang!"

The scythe clashed with the ice sword.

If they were martial artists proficient in the essence of warfare, they would already be engaged in a clash of swords and spears. But the power unleashed by these two was almost purely that of mages.

The eerie black air currents clashed with the extreme cold mixed with emerald green.

One side wants to erode the other.

I've always wanted to freeze the other person.

The world seemed to be split in two at that moment.

An ominous black collides with icy white interspersed with emerald green.

One side is a strange land of death, the other a frigid land devoid of all life.

"Bone Dragon!" As if sensing the extreme cold power spreading across the scythe, Zhongli Wu's expression grew even more ferocious, and he roared, "Extreme Wind!"

You can hold the sickle with just one hand.

But all his strength was concentrated in that one hand, leaving the other hand empty and unable to function. Mobilizing other energies within his body could very well cause the currently stalemate to crumble instantly due to the reduced energy.

But he also has beast spirits.

"Bing'er, Xue Nu," An Zhen called out.

With level 79 soul power and without any external assistance, he was fighting against a level 98 evil soul master. His output was already at its maximum under this Soul Fusion Skill state.

But he still has a soul.

After all, there is plenty of energy, it's just that the size of the output port is limited.

A beautiful white-haired girl and a twin-tailed loli appeared behind Anzhen, as if they were real people.

"Leave it to us," Xue Di said softly.

As the cyan orb the size of a human head hurtled towards Anzhen, the Snow Empress extended her right hand, and the boundless snow and ice converged upon this ruler of the far north. Her jade-like hand, as white as mutton fat jade, struck the orb that was powerful enough to destroy a mountain. The Ice Empress appeared beside the Snow Empress, her hands already transformed into the forelimbs of the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion, enveloped in a substance resembling diamond-like ice crystals.

"Emperor's Palm, Great Cold with No Snow."

"Claw of the Ice Emperor!"

The forces of wind and ice collide.

Finally, the wind and ice exploded together, and the icy white shockwave swept outwards, carrying a terrifying chill that even affected the people fighting on the other side.

"The Emperor wields the Emperor's Sword!" Zhongli Wu exclaimed in shock. "You've refined the Snow Emperor into a beast spirit!"

He had heard of the legendary reputation of the Snow Emperor's Three Wonders.

He once had the idea of ​​refining the other party into a beast spirit, but his mother and Uncle Long warned him that the far north was the Snow Emperor's domain. Let alone capturing him alive, even if he wanted to defeat the other party there, he would at least have to step into the demigod realm first.

“How could I possibly desecrate such a pure and innocent girl like her in this way?” Anzhen said.

"By the way," Anzhen suddenly asked, "have you eaten?"

Whether you've eaten or not, take this punch from me as big as a sandbag.

The energy outlets are full, so what does that have to do with my physical strength?

Anzhen raised her fist.

An unprecedented sense of crisis filled Zhong Liwu's mind.

"die!"

A loud shout rang out.

The black aura spread to Zhongliwu's body, bursting out with dazzling black light.

The chill of extreme cold was closing in.

An Zhen's fist, imbued with immense blood and qi, unleashed a shockwave that tore through space. The scorching blood and qi, carrying terrifying yang energy, descended like a blazing sun, while the fierce fist wind heralded death.

The dazzling black light exploded with a deafening roar.

A shockwave, even stronger than the previous burst of wind and snow, spread outwards, mostly consisting of a chaotic, blood-tinged black aura, followed by lingering waves of extreme cold.

An arm stirred up a storm, dispelling the chaotic and decadent evil aura around An Zhen, and a layer of illusory ice crystals transformed into a shield to protect An Zhen's body.

“Soul Masters ultimately cannot escape the problem of having a relatively fragile physical body,” said An Zhen, whose clothes were slightly dirty.

(End of this chapter)