Douluo: The Thousand-Faced Angel in the Dragon King

Chapter 123 Finally Arriving at the Dragon Tomb

The middle-aged man, who was actually the giant black dragon, said respectfully, "My lord, with the combined strength of the six of us, we can barely hold out against this small world for seven days. Within those seven days, you need to find what you are looking for."

The silver-haired woman flashed away, and the direction she left in was the same as the direction Tang Wulin was heading.

……

Qianmo followed Tang Wulin deeper into Dragon Valley. Along the way, the dragon souls they encountered became increasingly powerful, which, in another sense, confirmed the correctness of Tang Wulin's chosen direction.

In the end, Tang Wulin encountered only true dragon souls. Relying on the domineering power of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline, the true dragon souls all gave up resistance and were obediently absorbed by Tang Wulin.

Qianmo followed Tang Wulin smoothly all the way to the side peak of a valley.

The valley is completely collapsed inward; it's more like a basin than a valley. The valley below stretches as far as the eye can see, and in the distance, twilight descends, with a faint mist rising from it.

But in that valley, which is thousands of meters deep, countless enormous dragon bones covered every corner.

Looking at the dragon bones scattered all over the ground, Tang Wulin felt an indescribable sorrow welling up in his heart. He couldn't control his emotions at all and was about to raise his head and roar when a huge force suddenly struck the back of his head.

At the same time, a powerful sound, louder than a great bell, suddenly rang in his mind. Tang Wulin only saw the figure of a white-level fighter before his vision went black and he fainted.

"You are..." Dai Yun'er screamed in disbelief. Before she could make any move, the white-level fighter in front of her flashed and delivered another chop to the back of her neck, knocking her unconscious to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Wu Lin," the white-level fighter who attacked the two was Qian Mo. Qian Mo slowly squatted down and crushed Tang Wu Lin and Dai Yun'er's dragon balls.

"You two don't need to get involved in what happens after that."

The Dragon Ball shattered, and Tang Wulin and Dai Yun'er were teleported out of Dragon Valley.

After dealing with the two, Qianmo jumped down into the valley and slid along the rock face, reaching the bottom of the valley in just a few minutes.

Enormous dragon skeletons, radiating a faint, ethereal energy, lay prostrate at the bottom of the valley. Upon entering the valley, Qianmo felt a sense of desolation emanating from the dragon skeletons.

This is the place where the dragon race fell, signifying the demise of a once-powerful race that ruled the continent, a truly lamentable end.

As Qian Mo approached the dragon bones, he instantly noticed the soul bones within them. They were easy to identify; the bone that wasn't white was the soul bone.

Qian Mo raised his hand and reached for the soul bone, but an energy fluctuation that was extremely repulsive to him immediately surged from the dragon bone.

"Hmph," Qian Mo snorted coldly, his soul tool was activated, a protective shield rose around him, and holy light emanated from his body. An even more domineering aura surged from his body.

No matter how powerful these dragon bones were in life, they are now nothing more than withered bones in a tomb, and they are powerless to stop Qian Mo's approach.

Qian Mo reached out and grabbed a piece of true dragon soul bone, which landed in his hand.

"A soul bone of ten thousand years! The Dragon Tomb is truly full of treasures!" Qian Mo exclaimed as he carefully examined the true dragon soul bone in his hand.

A true dragon soul bone of ten thousand years is a rare treasure, and it cannot be sold; it must be kept as a family heirloom.

But here, they're everywhere.

As Qian Mo walked into the valley, he took out and collected the soul bones from the dragon bones along the way. He was not Tang Wulin, who would feel pity for these true dragon remains because of his own bloodline.

In his eyes, these were just resources.

Of course, Qian Mo collected these True Dragon Soul Bones not for his own use. This was not only because he already had the Angel Set, but also because these True Dragon Soul Bones contained True Dragon bloodline. If he absorbed them, he would be affected by the Soul Bones and suppressed by Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline, which was not what Qian Mo wanted.

But Qianmo was unwilling to absorb it because he had a better option, while others did not!

Qianmo can use the True Dragon Soul Bone to exchange for the precious resources he needs with other forces, and he can also use the True Dragon Soul Bone to make soul tools and conduct scientific research. It has many uses!

Qianmo happily collected soul bones along the way. After rounding a huge mountain dragon king's remains, he saw another valley appear ahead. A valley within a valley.

The ground behind the Mountain Dragon King collapsed downwards, revealing a huge pit with a diameter of over 10,000 meters.

Qianmo looked into the valley, which was a thousand meters deep. Inside, there seemed to be a huge, shimmering light and shadow. The light and shadow were seven-colored and existed in the form of mist, making it impossible to see what was inside the valley.

Sensing a sense of solemnity emanating from the Ten-Winged Seraph Martial Soul within his body, Qian Mo knew he had come to the right place; the Dragon God Core was right below.

Qianmo jumped down into the valley and slid towards the bottom. When he passed through the seven-colored mist, he saw a huge seven-colored dragon soul.

This dragon soul shimmered with seven-colored light, even its scales were seven-colored. It appeared that the scales on its body were irregular, each one seemingly different in shape, yet they were so harmonious, as if they were inlaid with countless gemstones.

The Dragon God Core, the Dragon God's Dragon Core, is the culmination of the Dragon God's life essence. It contains immense energy and is essential for becoming a Dragon God.

Qianmo approached the core of the Dragon God step by step. The Dragon God's soul, which was formed from the core of the Dragon God, sensed the approaching unfamiliar aura, suddenly opened its eyes, and let out a passionate dragon roar at Qianmo.

As the dragon's roar echoed through the valley, almost instantly all the dragon souls wandering in Dragon Valley prostrated themselves on the ground.

The silver-haired figure, also in the Dragon Tomb, was drawn to the dragon's roar. A look of horror flashed in her eyes as she accelerated toward the core of the Dragon God.

The next moment, Qianmo felt as if he had entered a seven-colored world, and a dragon claw covered with seven-colored scales descended from the sky, slamming down on Qianmo.

An angelic mark lit up on Qian Mo's forehead, and the phantom of a holy and noble twelve-winged angel appeared behind him.

When the angelic phantom noticed the approaching dragon claws, it raised its hand high, and a blood-red cross-shaped longsword appeared in its hand.

The angelic phantom raised its sword and casually slashed, a mournful dragon roar resounded, and the dragon god's claw instantly shattered.

The Dragon God's enormous dragon head emerged, staring fiercely at the angelic phantom behind Qian Mo, radiating a heavy aura of power.

But the angelic phantom merely glanced at the dragon god's head, then raised the cross-shaped longsword in its hand once more, ready to slay the dragon again.

But after the Dragon God's head froze for two seconds, it vanished before Qian Mo's eyes, and the seven-colored world shattered as well.

When Qian Mo regained his clarity, he discovered that the Dragon God's soul was much dimmer than before it had pulled him into the Seven-Colored Small World, and the distance between them had inexplicably increased, as if it were afraid of him.

"Right here?" Qian Mo raised an eyebrow and said with a smug look on her face.

(End of this chapter)