Douluo: Disasters are always one step behind me

It is true that the longer you live, the more strange things you encounter. "

Di Tian looked at this human and didn't know what to say.

Di Tian suddenly thought of something, and a dark scale suddenly appeared in his hand.

Then he made a dragon scale necklace, and with a wave of his hand, the black dragon scale necklace was directly put around Chen Xilin's neck.

After finishing this, Di Tian left. It was not appropriate for him to stay in the outside world for too long as he still needed to protect his master.

After Chen Xilin woke up, he found a necklace made of black scales around his neck, which had a dragon power no less than that of the Dark Holy Dragon.

"What is this?" Chen Xilin asked puzzledly.

"This is the reverse scale of the Beast God. It is a piece of reverse scale that falls off every 100,000 years. It is a good treasure, but it also has disadvantages.

You will not accept the divine test from the gods of the divine world. You can only rely on yourself to break through the hundredth level. The Beast God does not trust the gods of the divine world. "

Zi Ji spread her hands, she didn't understand what Di Tian meant. Why did he want to restrict Chen Xilin's path to the divine examination?

"Oh, I see. It's nothing serious." Chen Xilin stood up and prepared to leave.

"Wait!" Zi Ji suddenly called Chen Xilin.

"What's the matter, Sister Ziji?" Chen Xilin asked.

"In order to revive my sister earlier, you can take this and absorb it." There was a dragon skull in Zi Ji's hand.

This dragon skull has most of the characteristics of a dragon, including dragon horns. The most unusual thing is that there are two purple-gold flames in the position of the dragon's pupils, which are extremely creepy.

"What is this?" Chen Xilin felt that this was a head soul bone.

“This is the head soul bone of the 100,000-year-old Dread Dragon King. It plotted against Zi Ling back then and was killed by me. I took its skull and used it as a footstool.

You are lucky, you must practice hard, otherwise you will be sorry for my sister's soul ring and soul bone." Zi Ling handed the head soul bone of the Dread Demon Dragon King to Chen Xilin.

Chen Xilin took it and looked at the sky. His luck had finally turned around. After being unlucky for so long, his fortune had finally turned around.

Chen Xilin placed the skull on his head. The moment the skull touched his forehead, the soul bone entered Chen Xilin's head like liquid.

Chen Xilin felt that his brain was clearer, and his spiritual sea was expanding. His thoughts became clearer and his perception of the surroundings became more sensitive.

It was unknown how long it had passed before Chen Xilin woke up again. His soul power had increased by another level, reaching level seventy-eight.

The head soul bone does not increase soul power much, but it increases mental power more.

Of course, only Chen Xilin himself knows the specific reason. His total soul power is greater than that of soul masters of the same level, because the Yi Jin Jing can make his soul power more pure and powerful.

For example, Chen Xilin started absorbing soul rings of higher levels from the second soul ring. Each time he absorbed a soul ring, his soul power would not increase by more than one level, and sometimes it would only increase by half a level.

To put it in an analogy, the soul power reserves of other soul masters are pools of water, while Chen Xilin's soul power reserves are a large lake.

This was also why Di Tian was wondering why Chen Xilin only improved by seven levels after absorbing Zi Ling’s soul ring and soul bone.

You know, if Zi Ling's spirit ring and spirit bone were given to a quasi-Title Douluo, it could at least allow him to be promoted to the ninety-fifth level.

After all, Zi Ling is also a ferocious beast that has survived a heavenly calamity.

Chen Xilin stood up. At this time, Zi Ji had disappeared, and there was only an 80,000-year-old hell dragon protecting him.

"It's time to take revenge. I hope they are still here!" Chen Xilin's eyes were cold.

Chapter 42: Is this all the Pope is capable of?

Chen Xilin followed the 80,000-year-old hell dragon out of the core area.

The road led by the Hell Dragon was much more secluded than the road led by Zi Ling before. It was a small trail and there were basically no soul beasts seen.

After the hell dragon sent Chen Xilin out of the core area, it gave Chen Xilin a scale.

"What do you mean?" Chen Xilin asked.

Hoho.

Chen Xilin: "You mean, next time I come, I will inject my soul power into the scales outside the core area, and you will come to pick me up and take me into your clan's land?"

roar-

Chen Xilin: "Hey? How can I understand what you are saying?"

hoohoo!

The Hell Dragon turned around and left, leaving Chen Xilin with a head full of questions.

Chen Xilin touched his head and felt a little itchy, as if he was about to grow a brain.

"Why can I understand what it says? Strange?"

. . . . . .

On the other side, the Star Forest mixed area.

A red spider was subdued by Qianxunji. The spider's body was full of angel lightsabers and it was only left with one breath.

"Dong'er, hurry up, this is a 20,000-year-old vampire spider. Kill it and then absorb its soul ring." Qianxunji shouted to Bibi Dong.

"Okay, teacher!"

Bibi Dong had a sharp blade in her hand, which she inserted directly into the eyes of the vampire spider, and a pitch-black soul ring emerged.

Bibi Dong sat cross-legged next to the vampire spider, absorbing the spirit ring. Qianxunji looked at his "apprentice" and smiled.

'Unfortunately, Dong'er's attributes are not compatible with the Angel Martial Spirit. If it were any other Martial Spirit, perhaps Dong'er could improve my lack of talent.

Give birth to a descendant for my angel clan who can complete the assessment of the God Ancestor.

However, with Dong'er's talent, his lowest level is ninety-eight. It seems that I have to find a hundred thousand year soul beast for Dong'er in advance. According to his father, there is a hundred thousand year level Death Spider King in the Xingdou Great Forest.

Dong'er's main martial soul is the Death Spider Emperor. The Death Spider Emperor martial soul absorbs the 100,000-year-old Death Spider Emperor. I can't believe it! Huh? '

While Qianxunji was thinking, his mental power sensed something.

With a wave of his hand, a sacred lightsaber shot towards a certain location.

"Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of the Pope of the Spirit Hall, his perception is quite good."

A young voice came, and Qianxunji looked closely. Chen Xilin walked out from the shade of the tree, his dragon claws grabbing the lightsaber that Qianxunji had just fired.

"You little beast! How dare you appear before me?"

Chen Xilin sneered: "Oh, do I need to be afraid of a rubbish Title Douluo like you?"

Chen Xilin clenched his dragon claws and crushed the lightsaber, and then his soul ring appeared on his body.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red.

That scarlet soul ring was so dazzling in the woods that even Qianxunji was shocked.

Randomly, Qianxunji thought of something: "Haha, do you think you can compete with me just because you have a 100,000-year spirit ring? How can a mere spirit saint like you surpass the title of Douluo?

I will accept your 100,000-year soul bone! First soul skill, Angel Assault! "

Qianxunji concentrates the sacred energy of the six-winged angel into his fist and releases it, forming a golden light shield when attacking, which is both offensive and defensive.

"ridiculous!"

Chen Xilin waved his dragon claws and knocked away Qian Xunji's attack. Then he kicked with his foot and kicked Qian Xunji in the face with a whip-kick.

Qianxunji immediately used his arm to block Chen Xilin's whip kick.

"Humph! Is it useful to block it?!"

A white airflow emanated from Chen Xilin's legs, which directly hit Qian Xunji's face, deforming it.

Qianxunji flew out, with blood flowing from his nose and mouth. Qianxunji had lived a smooth life for so long, and no one had ever beaten him except Qian Daoliu.

"Is this the extent of the strength of the Spirit Hall's Pope?" Chen Xilin did a backflip and landed on the ground, sneering, then casually patted the non-existent dust off his legs.

"You are looking for death!" Qian Xunji was enraged by Chen Xilin. Feeling the burning pain on his face and the dark attribute corroding his face, Qian Xunji was furious.

Moreover, Qian Xunji himself was a little jealous of why Chen Xilin had such amazing talent.

Why is it that Qian Xunji, who possesses the six-winged angel martial soul and an innate soul power of level 20, is unable to defeat a civilian boy at the same age!

This is simply unreasonable!

"The ninth soul skill, angelic glory!"

The angel spirit emerged behind Qian Xunji. Qian Xunji put his hands together in front of his chest and made a prayer gesture, and then his whole body radiated golden light.

. . . . . .

far away,

"With this soul power, has His Holiness encountered any problem? Leopard, let's go quickly!" said a sturdy man in golden armor and a red robe.

"Go!" Another slender figure appeared, wearing a black robe and golden armor.

These two people with unusual auras flew quickly towards Qian Xunji and Chen Xilin's location.

. . . . . .

Chen Xilin grinned as he watched Qianxunji charging up his ultimate move.

"It's serious now! Seventh soul skill, martial soul true body!"

The scarlet soul ring with a golden pattern on Chen Xilin's body flickered, and then Chen Xilin's whole body changed.

Martial Soul True Avatar. When a soul master's cultivation breaks through level 70, no matter what soul ring he obtains, his own martial soul will undergo a qualitative change and truly merge with the body, thus enabling him to display his Martial Soul True Avatar.

Once the martial soul's true form is used, it will completely transform into the form of the martial soul, thus increasing its strength dramatically.

Now Chen Xilin has turned into a giant black dragon with a body length of more than ten meters. Its horns are like deer horns, its head is like a camel, its eyes are like rabbits, its neck is like a snake, its belly is like a clam, its scales are like fish, its claws are like an eagle, its paws are like a tiger, its ears are like a cow, and its whole body is pitch black.

What Chen Xilin transformed into was his martial soul's true form, the Dark Holy Dragon.

It is massive and covered in gleaming black scales that may glow a deep blue or green in the sun.

"The real battle has just begun!" Chen Xilin's dragon head snorted coldly as he stared at Qianxunji who was accumulating strength.

“Ninth soul skill, Angel’s Glory! Ahhhhhhhhh——”

Qianxunji made a prayer gesture and fired a huge golden beam cannon forward.

"Devouring field!" The Dark Holy Dragon's eyes lit up, and its huge mouth opened. A ball of purple-black light spewed out from the Dark Holy Dragon's mouth.

The purple-black ball of light turned into a huge vortex with the ability to devour, directly swallowing up Qianxunji's angel glory.