Tang Wulin, you have already chosen your own death!

The Soul King's soul power is directly comparable to that of the Soul Saint.

Although it's just soul power, it's still abnormally powerful.

In this era, it's basically the Trisolarans fighting against primitive humans.

Regarding the numerical aspects.

Whistling sounds!

A biting chill filled the air, and the Heavenly Frost Sword was drawn.

The extreme cold was condensed into a thin line. The Heavenly Frost Sword trembled, and countless thin lines of cold air flashed, like a star map, splashing ink and engraving intricate patterns on the surface of the "Heavenly Star Silver".

Time passed by, bit by bit.

The patterns on the Celestial Silver have evolved from simple to complex.

hum!

The cold air was condensed, and life seemed to be gestating within the icy blue.

The celestial stars shone with silvery light.

"Wu Lin!" Wu Changkong called out.

In just twenty minutes, he had created a gauntlet made of spirit alloy.

Without hesitation, Tang Wulin slashed his arm.

Blood splattered onto the icy blue orb of light.

Roar!

The dragon roars again!

The arm armor and gauntlets resonated strongly with Tang Wulin's blood.

As if half of it had been activated, it transformed into a stream of light and flew towards Tang Wulin on its own initiative.

Click!Click!Click!

The dark gold arm armor seemed to be a living fluid, instantly enveloping Tang Wulin's right arm.

The ferocious dragon scales, layer upon layer, tightly clamped together, emitting a clanging metallic sound.

This battle armor was like a living thing, automatically adjusting its shape to perfectly fit Tang Wulin's muscles. The armor and the golden dragon scales on his body were seamlessly integrated, as if they were made by nature.

boom!

Tang Wulin's aura surged instantly!

Hot, scalding blood was flowing wildly through his body.

A hint of surprise appeared on his face.

Level 40!

With the help of these two pieces of battle armor, arm armor and gauntlets, his soul power capacity was actually equivalent to that of a Soul Master.

Tang Wulin subconsciously looked at Gu Yuena, who had been silent all along.

His silver hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall. His amethyst-like eyes gazed at her quietly, with a hint of satisfaction in them.

Noticing Tang Wulin's gaze, Gu Yuena turned her head away, raising her delicate chin.

"Don't look at me like that." She said in a flat tone, putting on an indifferent expression. "I just did it casually."

But actually?

Gu Yuena put a great deal of effort into this blueprint for the One-Word Battle Armor, revising it repeatedly.

Looking at Gu Yuena's feigned indifference.

Tang Wulin smiled.

Others may not understand Gu Yue, but doesn't he?

The hardest part of his body is his mouth!

He pulled Gu Yuena into his arms and whispered in her ear, "Alright, Gu Yue, don't be angry. If you don't want to design battle armor for Ning Tian and the others, then don't do it. I was wrong, don't be angry."

"Who's angry? I'm not angry! I'll definitely design for them. Ning Tian, ​​Wu Feng, Jiang Nannan, Zhang Lexuan, right? I'll design for each of them!"

Gu Yuena said coldly and mercilessly.

Tang Wulin smiled bitterly.

He just wanted to make a fortune with the battle armor, and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School happened to be a good client with a decent relationship.

Gu Yuena initially shared his idea and strongly agreed with it.

They even considered adding the spiritual power of the Dragon God's Heart to the Battle Armor Formation, like the Myriad Beast Platform, just in case.

As a result, the moment Wu Feng Ning Tian's name was mentioned...

Gu Yuena reacted as if she had spilled a jar of vinegar.

Seeing that she was still relentlessly pursuing the matter, Tang Wulin understood.

Talking won't work anymore.

It'll have to be all about talking.

He steeled himself and lowered his head to kiss her lips, which were still complaining.

Gu Yuena's voice abruptly stopped.

Her purple eyes widened in astonishment, and she instinctively tried to push him away.

But Tang Wulin's arms tightened around her, and his kiss deepened, giving her no chance whatsoever.

Slowly, the hand that had been pressing against Tang Wulin's chest lost its strength and wrapped around his neck. Her long, silver eyelashes trembled and then slowly closed.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Gu Yuena blushed, her eyes glistening as she glared at Tang Wulin, her expression a mixture of annoyance and tenderness.

"Gu Yue, from now on, don't call him the Silver Dragon King anymore. Let's just call him the King of Arrogance and Stubbornness instead," Tang Wulin chuckled.

"You scoundrel!"

Gu Yuena felt her face burning.

I absolutely cannot let Di Tian and the others see this, otherwise how will I maintain my dignity as the Silver Dragon King?

Tang Wulin is really good at dealing with her.

"I'm only shameless towards you," Tang Wulin said tenderly.

Just as the two were getting all lovey-dovey.

"Cough cough!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a bucket of cold water, instantly waking Gu Yuena and Tang Wulin from their reverie.

The two quickly separated and looked up.

Wu Changkong stood with his back turned, his face straight and his profile hard and cold.

You could see his helplessness.

"Wu Lin, it's been a long time since we've practiced together, hasn't it?" A voice quietly sounded.

The resentment within was so intense it was almost overflowing.

They showed off their affection in front of Wu Changkong, a 50-year-old virgin.

That's terrible!

Tang Wulin scratched his head and laughed awkwardly.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, and with the two parts of the One-Word Battle Armor completed today, there was no point in lingering any longer.

The remaining battle armor parts can be made gradually later; there's no rush.

Wu Changkong left first, while Gu Yuena lingered with Tang Wulin for a while before teleporting away, flashing with silver light.

Tang Wulin was the last to leave, and he tidied up the forging room carefully.

After everything was ready, Tang Wulin arrived at the door.

open the door.

At this moment, a figure stood outside the door, and Tang Wulin looked puzzled.

"Wang Dong, what's wrong?"

Wang Dong stood outside the door.

Her short, light blue hair was wet, dripping water that completely soaked her school uniform, outlining her slender figure.

Like a little white kitten that had fallen into the water, looking disheveled and pitiful.

He looked up, and the usual sparkle in his signature pinkish-blue eyes vanished, replaced by a dull mist, with tiny raindrops clinging to his eyelashes.

Biting her lower lip, her eyes filled with determination, she grabbed Tang Wulin's hand.

"Wu Lin, give it to me!"

Chapter 92 Martial Soul Fusion Technique

"Wu Lin, give it to me!"

"Tonight, I want to cultivate the Martial Soul Fusion Technique with you!"

Wang Dong's large, light blue eyes were full of determination.

Upon hearing the first part, "give it to me," Tang Wulin's expression turned strange.

Don't leave things unsaid!

He was very fortunate that Gu Yue had left in advance; otherwise, if she had seen Wang Dong come to him to practice the Martial Soul Fusion Technique, she would probably have been sulking again.

Although Gu Yuena verbally agreed, her awkward expression revealed her true feelings.

"go!"

Wang Dong tugged at Tang Wulin's arm, and the azure butterfly wings unfurled with a "whoosh," leaving streaks of light in the fine night rain.

Wang Dong was extremely anxious.

Urgent!

He wants to become stronger!

Before he could finish speaking, a force came from him, and Tang Wulin felt his feet lighten, lifting him off the ground.

The result was a soft groan.

Wang Dong's fair face flushed red.

He pouted and complained, "Why are you so heavy?"

They then struggled to carry Tang Wulin out of the Soul Guidance Zone.

The night wind, carrying cool raindrops, swept towards my face.

Tang Wulin deliberately circulated his soul power, and through physical contact, the soul power merged.

Wang Dong's originally azure butterfly wings were once again covered with golden dragon scales.

As if water and milk were blending together, Wang Dong felt his blood boiling and his whole body filled with a sense of power!

It wasn't as strenuous to carry Tang Wulin anymore.

Pawa!!

That is power.

Wang Dong couldn't help but enjoy it.

Tang Wulin felt the merging soul power flowing between them.

He was surprised again.