Douluo Jueshi, world modulation mode

Everyone present was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Hit and hit.

Despite being enemies, they managed to create a martial soul fusion skill, but it was a half-finished and uncontrollable one.

One wanted to be a hero but ended up becoming a martyr.

A seemingly mentally unstable person suddenly went on a mad rage and risked their life.

An Zhen looked at Zhong Liwu, "Your wife is about to explode."

"So what?" Zhongli Wu adjusted his aura, manipulating the Bone Dragon King to continuously attack An Zhen with wind blades. "You want to go save Yan Shaozhe?"

“Save your nephew,” An Zhen said, then transmitted her voice to Elder Song, instructing her to keep an eye on Zhongli Wu. An Zhen then used a telepathic ...

Old Song flashed forward, confronting Zhongli Wu. The Bone Dragon's wind power clashed with the Azure Shadow Divine Eagle. The words "nephew" puzzled Zhongli Wu, but he didn't stop An Zhen; instead, he continued to adjust his aura.

He needs to recover. The Bone Dragon also needs time to adapt to the power conversion; if he continues to be relentlessly attacked by Anzhen, his situation will become increasingly dangerous.

Zhongli Wu looked at the two phoenixes holding the Great Sun and the appearing An Zhen, and murmured, "Explode."

Of course he loved Feng Ling; she was his woman, his last remaining ally. But all of that had to give way to the words "reviving the Holy Church." Yan Shaozhe alone wasn't worth sacrificing for, but if An Zhen, this young woman whose strength rivaled his, was included, then without a doubt, it was well worth it.

He might even have the chance to kill that old woman and that healing-type Title Douluo. That would be enough to make Shrek Academy feel the pinch for a long time, not to mention eliminating An Zhen, the future Sea God Pavilion Master with unlimited potential.

"What a beast!" Old Song cursed.

"Hahaha!" Zhongli Wu laughed, "Those who achieve great things, do they have to be as sentimental as you women?"

the other side.

Anzhen has just arrived.

There was a "boom".

A loud, deafening roar erupted.

A purplish-black flame, resembling rolling dark clouds, surged from the body of the Purple-Black Phoenix. Its soul core operated at an unprecedented speed, and the surrounding天地能量 (heaven and earth energy) rushed into the Purple-Black Phoenix's body like madmen. After being transformed into soul power, it was injected into the great sun in its arms. In an instant, the purple part of the half-purple and half-gold great sun suddenly increased by a significant amount, and the purplish-black aura surrounding the great sun almost became tangible.

"Qiangqiang-"

A clear, melodious phoenix cry rang out.

Yan Shaozhe almost simultaneously activated his soul core, channeling his soul power into the sun in his arms.

"Junior Brother," Yan Shaozhe's voice echoed, "This guy's gone mad, you go first."

The power of heaven and earth is ultimately limited, and his soul power is almost exhausted.

An Zhen ignored him and looked at Zhong Liwu instead, saying, "Those who achieve great things rely on absolute strength, not on rats like you who can only crawl in the gutter."

Rubbing
Reflection of the Evil Phoenix Fengling

Reflection of Light Phoenix Yan Shaozhe
Two clear phoenix cries rang out.

A familiar aura of evil and light appeared between heaven and earth. Even Feng Ling, who seemed to have lost her mind, subconsciously looked over and saw two phantoms of an evil phoenix and a light phoenix, each a few sizes smaller than Yan Shaozhe and Feng Ling, appear.

"What kind of soul skill is this?" Zhongli Wu's expression froze.

He was intimately familiar with Feng Ling's aura, knowing that special soul skills existed that could replicate others' soul skills. But An Zhen had replicated a Martial Soul True Body, and two of them at that.

"Everything!"

A pure white appeared between heaven and earth.

The two phoenixes twisted and transformed into a purple-black and a gold-red aura, surging towards the pure white, like a yin-yang symbol, transforming into a purple-black-gold-red sphere.

One shot, and the world is at stake.

An Zhen appeared beside Yan Shaozhe and Feng Ling.

"Give it to me."

To control and wield power.

With a push of both hands, he injected the Yin-Yang Spheres into the great sun. Terrifying spiritual power then enveloped it, and the same power quickly connected. The powerful spiritual power directly seized control of the external force.

"This is..." Yan Shaozhe was stunned.

That's right, my junior brother once used a martial soul fusion technique to copy someone else's martial soul during the assessment.

He and Feng Ling's martial souls have the potential to form a martial soul fusion skill, but the current situation is due to a lack of communication, resulting in this unfinished product.

But is it really that easy?

next moment.

A powerful suction force interrupted Yan Shaozhe's thoughts.

At this moment, it is no longer Yan Shaozhe and Feng Ling embracing that great sun.

Instead, the two of them were drawn in by the suction force of the great sun.

The powerful suction quickly drained the little soul power the two had left. An Zhen used her mental power to pull Yan Shaozhe away and toss him to Elder Zhuang, who was behind them buffing Elder Song.

An Zhen used her mental power to communicate with the undead demiplane anchor point in her hand. At the same time, Feng Ling, who had been "drained", withdrew from her Martial Soul True Body state and fell directly from the sky. After An Zhen used her mental power to remove the soul tool from her body, Feng Ling landed in the rippled void directly below and fell into the undead demiplane.

Undead materials +1
With such an exceptional evil martial spirit, the Evil Phoenix, An Zhen felt that transforming Feng Ling into an undead would offer considerable potential for improvement.

An Zhen, controlling the Phoenix Yin-Yang Sphere, looked at Zhongli Wu and said, "Now it's your turn."

The cyan bone dragon had transformed into fiery red, its enormous wings flapping flames, making it resemble a fire dragon. Its massive head spewed out scorching flames, shooting towards An Zhen like a meteor, but was repeatedly shattered by a cyan spiritual light that resembled an arrow.

"Give Fengling back!"

The eighth spirit ring lit up, and a dazzling purple light condensed in Zhongli Wu's hand, forming a needle that shot towards An Zhen as a beam of purple light.

The Death Needle.

Its power is enough to pierce mountains, and it comes with a locking ability. After entering a Soul Master's body, it transforms into a flame of decay, causing the Soul Master's soul power and spiritual sea to burn, forcing them to watch helplessly as they walk towards death.

Fengling was lost.

This means he has lost the ability to make a final stand.

In this situation, even if the Bone Dragon King's body adapts well to the power of wind and fire, he will still be doomed today. A level 97 being only able to exchange for a level 95 being rendered powerless!

"They've fallen into the void turbulence. Go find them if you dare; maybe you'll find some scraps of flesh." An Zhen ignored the incoming Death Needles, his terrifying mental power locking onto Zhongli Wu and the Bone Dragon. He pushed the great sun in front of him with both hands, "Go!"

"You forced me into this!"

Before he finished speaking, the bone dragon beneath Zhongli Wu turned black again, but the sky turned a mix of blue and red. The surrounding temperature soared instantly, as if the area within a hundred miles had transformed into a scorching volcanic field. The terrifying pressure caused even Elder Song to break out in a cold sweat. The wind fanned the flames; this power had truly reached its limit.

A ferocious and ruthless voice echoed across the heavens, "Even if I lose the Bone Dragon today and perish here, I will still destroy the future of Shrek Academy!"

At the same time, the Death Needle pierced An Zhen's chest, transforming into a purple flame that sought to bring about the body's demise. However, the next second, the normally gentle and pure life force erupted with the aura of a dragon's roar and a tiger's howl, like a monstrous wave. The laws of life flowed, directly extinguishing the small flame.

How could a mere amount of deathly power threaten the life of a demigod!

Just before the Phoenix Yin-Yang Sphere arrived.

"Roar—" With a loud dragon roar, the huge bone dragon skeleton turned fiery red again, a layer of blue light swirled around its body, and the blazing flames, aided by the wind, were incredibly fierce and terrifying, like a fire dragon that had been resurrected from the dead, truly reaching the pinnacle of this world.

"An Zhen!"

"Die with me!"

A fiery red dragon, wreathed in cyan light, charged toward the purple-gold sun, like a true dragon chasing the sun, recreating the glory of the ancient dragon race.

contact.

collision.

explosion!

"boom--"

The people of Baicao City and Song Guozhong, who finally arrived with his elite troops, had their pupils shrink to the size of pinpoints as they witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Even if the epicenter of the explosion was thousands of meters above us.

The enormous roar sounded like the heavens howling and the earth trembling.

A single, dazzling white light appeared, then expanded rapidly outwards, swallowing everything into the vast white world.

Space shattered like a fragile mirror, and a dazzling light illuminated the world, bringing seemingly endless light and heat, as if a great sun had risen at that moment. The terrifyingly hot energy instantly evaporated everything within its range.

Whether they were titled Douluo or ordinary people, they were all so insignificant in the face of this apocalyptic scene, like powerless ants, with the feeling of death permeating their entire bodies.

Sudden.

The cool chill dispelled the burning sensation that was almost touching my face.

When the crowd, who thought death was imminent, opened their eyes, they saw a massive ice wall covering the entire sky above Baicao City, stripping away the scorching heat of the light. The aftershocks of the explosion destroyed the plains outside the city, turning them into scorched ruins. Some military supplies abandoned there were instantly vaporized and sublimated. Separated by just one wall, it was as if heaven and hell were worlds apart.

A sense of relief and joy arose in everyone's hearts.

"Even a level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell doesn't have this much power," Old Zhuang remarked, supporting Yan Shaozhe.

"According to the data from the Sun Moon Empire, a level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell is comparable to the full-force attack of a Limit Douluo," Elder Song said. "This combines wind and fire, as well as a martial soul fusion skill. It's estimated that even two level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells couldn't produce something like this."

Anzhen sensed the appearance reflected in the virtual world.

"Elder Song, Elder Zhuang." An Zhen looked at the two elders of the Sea God Pavilion and Yan Shaozhe, who had recovered some of his soul power. "Zhongli Wu has escaped, but he is severely injured. I am now at full strength. I will go and kill that guy. You two take charge of the situation in Hundred Herbs City."

“Alright.” Having already witnessed An Zhen’s combat power, the three Shrek students naturally didn’t think An Zhen was taking a risk. Elder Song warned, “An Zhen, be careful. Evil Soul Masters have unpredictable methods and might have some other killing moves. Just go all out and use your energy to kill him.”

Yan Shaozhe felt that no matter how many tricks the evil soul master had, they could never be as many as his junior brother.

"Hmm." With a swift movement, An Zhen's figure disappeared.

(End of this chapter)