Dou Po's Douluo Immortal Emperor

Chapter 97 The Saint of Montenegro

Luo Dou's soul power under the golden thunder tree felt a fierce aura, and subconsciously looked at the corpse of the Black Mountain Saint.

The two who fell from mid-air and hugged each other did not fall down, but the mutation happened when everyone looked at the blood on the tree trunk.

The tall Black Mountain Saint suddenly opened his eyes, and Luo Dou broke out in a cold sweat.

The blood-red eyes did not move at all, and then a huge momentum came.

Peng...

The momentum was like a mountain, overwhelming the other Dou Huangs to the ground.

Even the extremely powerful mountain giant ape and the sixth-level monster began to scream in fear.

Jie Jie...

The Montenegro Saint smiled strangely, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The huge power of the soul circulated, and Luo Dou protected himself.The Yin Yang Jue of Life and Death seems to have a strong resistance to strange things.

"What... is this..." Qin Wuyang knelt on one knee, his body covered in pale yellow flames

Not far away, Feng Xuanji also knelt on one knee, and Hai Xinyan protected him.

"This is the saint's evil thoughts... don't move..." Feng Xuanji said hastily
Luo Dou stood with a puzzled face, this saint was so terrifying even if he died.

The Black Mountain Saint slowly leaned the woman in white against the tree, turned around and came to the side of the gold and silver elders.

"No...don't...brother go..." The silver-haired old man patted the gold-robed old man tremblingly with his right hand, and was lifted by the Black Mountain Saint.

After a few breaths, the spirit of the silver-robed old man disappeared.

The aura of the Saint of Black Mountain intensified again, and the silver-robed old man was thrown to the ground.

This powerful man who is well-known in the northwest, was like a clay statue that was smashed to pieces as soon as it touched the ground.

The old man in the golden robe howled heart-piercingly, but he had no ability to resist under the aura of the saint.

Compatriots and three brothers, they practiced together until Dou Huang.Accompanied by hundreds of years, after all, it is farewell.

"Hongzhuang...you can't stop your soul leaving the body directly." Zero Five Two Seven shouted

Seeing the Saint of Montenegro who had come to his side, a skull mark flew out from Hongzhuang's forehead.

A few flashes came to [-] and possessed without hesitation.

Luo Dou's right hand shook tremblingly, but he couldn't use his flying sword.

The holy man regarded them as a source of energy, and Hongzhuang's body turned into dust.

The blood-red-eyed Black Mountain Saint finally approached Luo Dou, looking at the Black Mountain Saint who was only one step away.

Luo Dou felt a burst of fear, this is the feeling of death.

The gap between saints and non-saints is too great, and it cannot be bridged at all.

The soul power formed a big hand and pressed on the shoulder of the Black Mountain Saint, and Luo Dou frantically circulated his own soul power.

Like a tree being shortened slowly, the Black Mountain Saint was still slowly approaching Luo Dou.

The shattered soul power kept splashing, at an increasingly faster speed.

The shattered soul energy splashed onto the Daona ring, and a painting put away by Luo Dou flew out of the Daona ring.

The scroll unfolded, revealing a pair of young men and women.

The Black Mountain Saint shattered the picture scroll, and a powerful soul force burst out in the picture scroll.

"Brother Ashan..."

The moment the sound sounded, the Black Mountain Saint stopped in his tracks.

Luo Dou panted heavily, [-]% of his soul power was consumed.

A phantom figure stood at the position of the picture scroll, it was a girl with an ordinary appearance.

Luo Dou looked at the white-clothed woman under the golden thunder tree, who was seven or eight times similar to the illusory girl.

Breathing out lightly, Luo Dou looked at the Black Mountain Saint who was stunned.

The picture scroll that was packed casually, unexpectedly saved his life.

"It turns out that the ghost Wuyang came out, so Master Yao Lingzi is also dead... But it's okay... Brother Ashan, I'm waiting for you..." The illusory girl said intermittently
Suddenly a pitch-black nail pierced through the illusory girl.

The Saint of Montenegro roared, and even greater coercion came.

Luo Dou knelt down on one knee under the imposing manner, and Qin Wuyang was still lying on the ground even with the assistance of different fires.

"Impossible... Montenegro, I'm sure you're dead... no..." Ghost Wu Yang roared in disbelief in mid-air

The eyes of the Black Mountain Saint began to recover, and the bright red faded.

Crazy Wu and Huolong boy stopped, looking warily at Saint Montenegro not far away.

This saint liked to practice penance during his lifetime, and he was very old.His eccentric temper is far above that of ordinary saints, and he seldom takes shots except for attacking the Death Army.

"Feng Jiuge and Fan Xiaozi...you shouldn't come here. This is my teacher's gate and cemetery, they should know it very well." A thick voice came from the center of the momentum

Before the words were finished, the five iron chains on the Golden Thunder Tree turned golden yellow.

The ghost Wu Yang howled miserably as the crackling thunder and lightning struck through the iron chain, but it was obviously unable to destroy him.

Huolong Boy's face was cold, because the saint Feng Jiuge didn't say anything when he came here.

Clearly wanting him to die, Madman Wu looked calm.

"Forget it...you don't know anything. Gui Wuyang...my master is kind so I won't kill you, but I'm different...let's go to hell together."

The bald old man laughed loudly: "You were no match for me when you were in your prime, and even a trace of remnant soul wants to go against the sky."

"The successor suitable for my master has appeared, and there is no need to preserve the last strength of Jin Leizong. Let everything return to dust and dust to dust."

"Death Finger"

A nail on Gui Wuyang's right hand turned into a huge finger, flying towards the golden thunder tree.

The tall Black Mountain Saint tapped his toes, and Luo Dou and others under the Golden Thunder Tree disappeared.

The tall man put his hands on the ground, and the finger of the god of death was blocked by Huolong boy and Wu madman.

rumbling...

The [-] zhang huge mountain swayed for a while, and the boy in black turned pale.

The Saint of Montenegro masters the earth attribute, and the defense is the No. 1 of the human race.

The greatest strength can be exerted on the mountain peaks and on the land, this is what their ancestors said personally.

Luo Dou, who had already come to the foot of the mountain, saw an astonishing scene, seeing the strength of a saint for the first time.

The original Misty Peak and Wanbao Peak grew crazily and turned into two huge palms.

With clasped hands, Ghost Wu Yang was clapped between two thousand-foot giant hands.

A sea of ​​golden clouds gathered in the sky, and thunder broke out for a while.

"Hei... Shan... stop, this old man will take you to meet the god of death. You can survive... this old man doesn't want to die."

The Saint of Montenegro had a sneer on his face, hugged the woman in white, and walked to the huge palm in one step.

"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, Huanghuang Tianwei, sacrificed my blood body. It is only for exterminating ghosts, even if I die, I will not regret it. Take my anger and split this earth."

Luo Dou looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and a golden thunder dragon poked its head out.

Ow...

The golden thunder and lightning dragon pierced downward like a golden spear.

boom……

A huge ball of light appeared on Jinlei Peak, and the Saint of Montenegro and the woman in white were instantly wiped out.

Accompanied by the shaking of the ground, Luo Dou was speechless for a long time when he opened his eyes again.

The original [-]-zhang peak is now only a hundred-zhang high.

The aftermath of the energy spread far away, and all buildings and trees were destroyed.

The last trace of a saint disappears, taking everything about himself with him.

Luo Dou thought of the woman named Yao Miao, she finally got her boy.

A prestigious saint indeed has his own joys and sorrows.

It's just that Luo Dou can't understand, because they don't connect.

(End of this chapter)