The legend of the evil spirit of Douluo

Chapter 62
A gust of air blew from behind, Bai Nianchen and the others hurriedly looked back, a blurred, blue shadow appeared in front of them, at this time Ye Ningrou really saw what the soul beast chasing them looked like.

The soul beast is as tall as a person, with a length of two meters. Its scarlet eyes are full of violent light, and its blue hair is covered with strange lines. At first glance, these lines look like chaotic air currents.

There is a cyan airflow entrenched under the four hooves, and it is precisely because of the existence of the airflow that it can float in the air.

Sensing the tyrannical aura emanating from the soul beast, Ye Ningrou's expression changed, and she said, "This... what kind of soul beast is this?"

Bai Nianchen immediately stood up and pulled Ye Ningrou to continue running away.

"This is the blue-striped tyrant. It has the ability to control the wind. It is extremely fast and powerful. Once it is targeted by it, it is difficult to get rid of it. Unless the prey dies, it will not let it go."

"In addition, it has a talent skill that can eliminate any control and abnormal status. With its speed and attack power, as well as its talent skills, very few soul beasts can defeat it."

While fleeing, Bai Nianchen explained to Ye Ningrou about the Qingwen tyrant.

"Eliminate any control and abnormal state? Isn't that the soul skill you want?" Ye Ningrou said slowly.

"It is indeed my ideal soul beast, but the blue-patterned tyrant in front of me is not suitable?"

"Why?"

"When the cultivation base of the blue-striped tyrant reaches a thousand years, there will be one hundred lines on his body, and every time his cultivation base increases by 1000 years, there will be ten more lines. I just took a rough look at the lines on the body of this blue-striped tyrant. There are at least 150, that is to say, the Qingwen tyrant in front of him has at least 5000 years of cultivation."

"Although the soul ring is good, it still depends on my body's ability to withstand it. Even if my body can withstand 5000 years of cultivation, it still depends on whether I have the life to absorb it!"

Just as he was speaking, the tyrant with blue patterns behind him came after him, with a bloody mouth, a blue air mass condensed in his mouth, and the air mass flew out.

The cyan air mass was very fast, and it came behind Bai Nianchen and the others in an instant. Bai Nianchen turned around, summoned the ghost gun, and activated the protection spirit pattern.

The ghost gun was placed horizontally in front of the body, and a light yellow mask appeared. The mask released by the protection spirit pattern is thicker than that issued by the guardian spirit pattern, but it needs the soul master to release it actively.

boom!
The cyan air mass hit the mask, the cyan light radiated, and the sharp airflow cut the light yellow mask.

Under the continuous offensive of the airflow, the light yellow mask gradually dimmed.

Seeing that the light yellow mask was about to be unable to resist, Bai Nianchen turned his head to look at Ye Ningrou, and said, "Fight it, let's see if the martial soul fusion skill can't kill this beast!"

Ye Ningrou nodded heavily, and both sides activated their martial souls at the same time, the power of the martial souls merged together, and a purple-golden light bloomed.

"Immortal Fighting Soul!"

The purple-golden light completely enveloped their bodies, and a purple-golden light group was suspended in the air,

A strong purple-gold light suddenly burst out from above the light group, and a purple-gold figure appeared from the light group, standing in the void, and a tyrannical wave of air erupted from his body.

The air wave spread, and directly broke the attack of the Qingwen Tyrant. The Qingwen Tyrant put away the teasing in his eyes, and above the purple-golden light, it smelled a dangerous smell.

The Zijin figure is one foot tall, wearing armor, the armor is golden red, the flame pattern is engraved on the armor, the soul power floating in the air is being absorbed by the armor, and then flows into the Zijin figure.

Raising his head slightly, the Zijin figure opened his eyes, which were a pair of pitch-black eyes, deep and mysterious.

Sweeping his eyes, he locked on the blue-patterned tyrant, stretched out his big hand, and the purple-gold light radiated from the palm of his hand.

The Qingwen Tyrant wanted to avoid it, but the giant hand of the Immortal Fighting Soul appeared on top of it one step faster, and the purple-gold light shrouded it.The Qingwen tyrant was immediately trapped in the purple-gold light.

The other hand of Immortal Fighting Soul was raised, and a large amount of soul power poured in. With five fingers grasped, the light waved, and a simple purple-gold spear slowly appeared in his hand.

There are also flame patterns on the spear, and a faint flame envelops the spear.

Swinging his arm, the Zijin spear rushed towards the blue-patterned tyrant who was trapped by the Zijin light.

Would the blue-patterned tyrant in the purple-gold light be caught like this?

The answer is of course no.

The cyan light radiated from the tyrant with blue patterns. This kind of cyan light was not very strong, but rather soft, like ripples in a pool of autumn water.

But when the soft cyan light meets the purple-gold light, it is like a flame meeting white snow. The purple-gold light melts inexplicably until it disappears.

At this time, the Zijin spear was also close at hand, and the blue air flow under the feet of the Qingwen Tyrant lit up, and the speed increased sharply, and he quickly avoided to the side.

boom!
The Zijin spear landed, and there was a dull sound. The ground exploded, earth and rocks flew, and the surrounding trees were uprooted.

The blue-striped tyrant rolled out on the ground, a large piece of hair on his body was scorched and drenched with blood.

Although it dodged in time, it still underestimated the power of the blow and suffered some injuries, but nothing serious happened.

The Immortal Fighting Soul disappeared, and the figures of Bai Nianchen and Ye Ningrou appeared, their faces were pale and their breath was weak.

That is to say, their soul power has improved during this period, otherwise, it will be the same as last time, after one blow, they fell into a coma directly.

"Roar!"

The Qingwen tyrant roared and rushed towards Bai Nianchen and the others.

Now it is very angry, the soul master that it thought was like an ant in its eyes actually made itself so embarrassed.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the Qingwen Tyrant appeared in front of them. It seemed that the Qingwen Tyrant hadn't unleashed his full speed before. In the case of fury, he decided not to hold back.

The cyan air mass under the front hoof emitted a strong light, the body leaned back, the front hoof was raised, and then fell to the ground suddenly.

With a bang, it sounded like an explosion, the ground was sunken, cracks spread, and the cyan air burst after landing, raging wildly.

The trees in the distance were swept by the cyan airflow without a sound, and the trees were cut to pieces, showing the sharpness of the airflow, not to mention the power of Bai Nianchen and the others in the center.

However, at the moment when the Qingwen tyrant's forefoot fell, Bai Nianchen pushed Ye Ningrou beside him away, and Ye Ningrou immediately moved away from the center of the attack.

With the strong impact force and the sharp blue airflow, Bai Nianchen activated the protection spirit pattern, and at the same time the guardian spirit pattern activated by itself, and two light yellow masks appeared, covering Bai Nianchen.

Click!

Before holding on for a second, the mask released by the guardian spirit pattern shattered, followed by the mask of the protection spirit pattern.

The light yellow mask flickered wildly, and Bai Nianchen injected all the remaining soul power in his body into the protection spirit pattern.

Even so, the mask only persisted for two seconds before it shattered.

puff~
A bloody arrow shot out, and Bai Nianchen flew out, his body was covered with scars, almost no part of his body was intact.

The Qingwen tyrant took a step forward, opened his bloody mouth, and directly bit off one of Bai Nianchen's soles, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it, with a smug expression on his face.

It glanced at Ye Ningrou who had already fallen into a coma in the distance, a trace of disdain flashed in its eyes, it slowly walked towards Bai Nianchen, in its perception, this man was stronger than that woman.

After swallowing this man, he should be able to recover some of his strength.

(End of this chapter)