Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 325 Ghost Emperor: "Finally, I don't have to endure it anymore!"

As Wu Changkong felt the terrifying power emanating from the Heavenly Frost Sword in his hand, a power that seemed capable of freezing everything, and as he felt his own ice attribute being forcibly elevated to an unprecedented, legendary level of ultimate ice, even with his composure, his eyes were filled with indescribable shock.

Lu Jun's Ice Abyss Sword... can actually grant others the ultimate ice attribute?
This is an ability that defies the heavens and changes one's fate!

What kind of martial spirit is this?!

"Dragon Ice!"

Wu Changkong instantly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, his eyes sharp as knives.

He couldn't waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity created by Lu Jun.

Long Bing understood his intentions instantly, just as he had thought of him.

Wu Changkong let out a low shout, and the Heavenly Frost Sword, carrying an extreme chill that could freeze everything, transformed into an icy blue death ray, piercing straight towards the Title Douluo!

Long Bing and Wu Changkong worked together seamlessly, unleashing a series of soul skills to control their opponent.

The titled Douluo, still reeling from the shock of being forced back, was suddenly caught in a terrifying pincer attack imbued with the ultimate power of ice, leaving him flustered and overwhelmed.

His prized power of lightning was greatly weakened in the face of extreme ice.

Their speed was severely hampered, and for a time they were suppressed by Wu Changkong and Long Bing, struggling to defend themselves and in a sorry state.

Although they are not yet in immediate defeat, it is wishful thinking to think they can threaten Lu Jun and the others again.

Meanwhile, more and more powerful figures from the three major sects broke through and joined the battle against Wu Changkong.

However, with the amplification from Lu Jun's Ice Abyss Sword, Wu Changkong's combat power was raised to an unprecedented level with no upper limit.

Wu Changkong never imagined that he could become so powerful one day.

Despite being surrounded by several Title Douluo powerhouses, Wu Changkong still felt completely at ease.

Outrageous, too outrageous.

Wu Changkong forcibly suppressed his amazement at Lu Jun's Ice Abyss Sword Martial Soul and focused on dealing with these powerful individuals.

With Long Bing's help, Wu Changkong, alone with his sword, managed to hold back all the powerful figures present!
The crisis inside the carriage has temporarily subsided, but the ultimate showdown outside the train has reached a fever pitch.

Seeing that Wu Changkong's combat power had been directly amplified by him and that he was able to suppress his opponent, Lu Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

There's no need to rush. Harosa hasn't made a move yet, which means there's still a chance.

It's best to avoid wasting any transformation attempts.

……

Meanwhile, outside the train.

The battle between Guiyan and Ning Qingcheng is a clash between the bizarre and the sacred, a confrontation between death and life.

Gui Yan's figure flickered erratically, like a true ghost, leaving countless afterimages around the seven-colored crystal wall.

His wide cloak fluttered in the wind, and he was surrounded by a terrifying array of spirit rings: four black, three red, and two orange.

The nine spirit rings exuded a sinister, violent, and ancient aura.

"The Soul Erosion".

"Exile to the Underworld".

"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade."

Ghost Flame's attacks were fierce and relentless.

His hands flew, each swing bringing with it a flurry of ghostly shadows wailing in agony, attempting to bypass the defenses and directly erode Ning Qingcheng's soul.

The attacks are unpredictable and vicious, each strike aimed directly at the soul's essence, filled with blasphemy and the desire to end life.

If Ning Qingcheng hadn't possessed the absolute defense of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and her own powerful mental strength, any other support-type Soul Master of the same level would probably have had their souls torn apart by this terrifying ghostly attack.

Ning Qingcheng stood at the center of the seven-colored crystal wall, like a goddess in a storm.

Her exquisite face was etched with unprecedented solemnity, and the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda in her hand shimmered with endless light. "The Nine Treasures have names, the first being: Power."

"Secondly: Speed."

The fourth is: Imperial Guard.

The sixth point is: increase.

She constantly switched between her auxiliary soul skills, and the seven-colored rays of light accurately landed on Tang Zhong and Yu Yuanzu, who were engaged in fierce combat.

Under the combined attack of Long Xiao's metal storm and Leng Yulai's black flame phoenix, Tang Zhong, with the terrifying amplification of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, swung the Haotian Hammer with impenetrable force, each strike carrying the power to shatter mountains and split the earth, forcefully blocking the frenzied attacks of Leng Yulai and Long Xiao.

At this moment, Tang Zhong's combat power is almost at the level of a quasi-god. It is likely that in just one more minute, Leng Yulai and Long Xiao will be completely unable to hold him back and will be defeated by Tang Zhong.

Yu Yuanzu received a tremendous boost in all aspects, with his lightning power surging. Under the combined suppression of Guan Yue and Gu Chenyu, he even showed signs of a counterattack. The violent lightning tore through the sea of ​​blood and repelled the silver spear.

Both sides are already at their breaking point!

At the same time, Ning Qingcheng's own defense was also pushed to the limit. In her Nine Treasures True Body state, the Glazed Pagoda shone brightly, and her eighth soul skill, Heavenly Crystal Wall, was as solid as a rock.

Ghost Flame's ghostly claws, powerful enough to tear through space, slammed against the crystal wall, only splashing up large ripples of seven colors and energy fragments like ice shards.

The invisible curse and ghostly power were purified by the sacred radiance of the pagoda.

Countless fierce ghosts emanating from Gui Yan's body, along with eerie green ghost flames, crashed into the crystal wall like moths to a flame, emitting shrill screams and turning into wisps of smoke.

However, Ning Qingcheng's heart sank deeper and deeper.

She could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in each of Gui Yan's attacks.

That's something no ordinary level 98 Super Douluo could possess.

The oppressive feeling emanating from those two orange-gold spirit rings made her tremble deep within her soul.

While maintaining strong defense and support, she kept her eyes fixed on the pale and eerie mask on Gui Yan's face.

Through the eye holes of the mask, she saw a pair of cold, insane eyes that seemed to hold an endless abyss of death.

Finally, during one of Ghost Flame's three-word battle armor domains, at the moment when the impact of the Hundred Ghosts Parade was forcibly dispersed by the Glazed Treasure Light, Ning Qingcheng caught a trace of extremely subtle, yet exceptionally surging and ancient fluctuations in the opponent's soul power.

That fluctuation... far exceeded the limit of level ninety-eight.

A horrifying thought struck her mind like lightning.

Ning Qingcheng suddenly raised her head, and for the first time, her beautiful face lost its composure and sanctity, replaced by disbelief and horror.

She gasped in shock, her voice trembling slightly with utter astonishment:
"you……"

"Your cultivation level is definitely more than ninety-eight?"

"You've concealed your true cultivation level?"

Ning Qingcheng's horrified question still echoed in the air when a low, sarcastic, and eerie laugh erupted from beneath the Ghost Flame mask.

"Hehehe... As expected of the sect master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, your senses are indeed sharp." Gui Yan's voice was no longer hoarse, but instead carried a strange magnetism, yet contained a deeper chill.

"I knew it! Being wary of you so-called righteous people was definitely the right choice. Now..."

Before he finished speaking, a terrifying ghostly aura, far more sinister and viscous than before, seemingly capable of devouring all light, exploded outwards from him like a black tsunami.

This ghostly aura is no longer simply corrosive, but carries an absolute chill that solidifies space and freezes the soul.

Its vast area instantly enveloped the entire chaotic core area of ​​the battlefield.

Tang Zhong, Yu Yuanzu, Guan Yue, Gu Chenyu, Leng Yulai, Long Xiao, who were engaged in fierce battle, and even the powerful figures from the three major sects behind them, all felt a sudden darkness before their eyes.

The biting cold penetrated to the bone marrow, and the soul felt as if it were being entangled by countless icy ghostly hands, greatly suppressing and interfering with movement and the flow of soul power.

"Finally... I can finally play my true role."

(End of this chapter)