Douluo: I, start as a Celestial Dragon

Chapter 110 Evolution, let’s play a small game first

However, since the system has issued this mission, it means that the battle Moro will face is extremely dangerous, and there is a high probability that he will die during the siege.

In other words, there is a high probability that Nirvana and rebirth will be triggered.

Moro now has five female slaves. Every time he undergoes nirvana and rebirth, one female slave will be sacrificed.

After five consecutive sacrifices, if Moro died again, it would be completely cool.

"Humph!"

Moro snorted coldly and glanced at Abrodi lightly: "Loyalty is a good thing, but don't forget my identity!"

"A noble of the world, a Celestial Dragon! With such a noble status, how could he be scared away by a group of untouchables?"

"Set my table, and I will wait here for the untouchables from Wuhun Palace today... If their arrival can bring me a little fun, it will not be a waste of time for me to wait for them to come!"

Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing swallowed and quickly took out a gorgeous table from the space soul guide.

Her space soul guide was originally recovered from Juhuaguan's body. The space was many times larger than Tang San's 24 Bridges on a Bright Moon Night, and there was no problem in storing some tables, chairs, and beds.

This table is entirely made of gold and was forged in a city on the way.

Same as the chair behind Morrow.

It's just that the workmanship is a bit unsatisfactory, and Moro is not satisfied, so he just makes do with it for now.

When you have the opportunity in the future, you can go to Gengxin City and let Lou Gao of the Blacksmith Association cast a few sets himself... Or you can go to Tiandou City and let Titan, the leader of the Force Clan, cast them.

In short, Moro will definitely create a throne that satisfies him to match his status as a world noble.

Later, Zhu Zhuqing placed several plates of fruits and drinks on the table.

"Master, please use it slowly!"

Zhu Zhuqing lowered his head and stepped aside, feeling extremely nervous.

Wuhun Palace dispatched six titled Douluo at once, but the master's reaction was so dull?

I heard that the Golden Crocodile Douluo is a level 98 expert. Can the two Golden Saints deal with it calmly?

But although he was nervous, Zhu Zhuqing did not dare to say anything and could only wait quietly for the coming powerful enemy.

Meng Yiran came up behind Moro obediently and gently squeezed his shoulders.

Seeing A Yin and Xiao Wu standing aside in a daze, Moro frowned and raised his fingers towards them.

The two woke up with a start, and quickly knelt on both sides of Moro's thighs, kneading his thighs.

Ah Yin had a grudge against Wuhundian, and it was Wuhundian's pursuit that led to her sacrifice to Tang Hao.

If it hadn't been for that sacrifice, she might not have met Moro, and Tang Hao might not have suffered such a tragic fate.

Unable to deal with Moro Luo, Ah Yin had already directed his resentment towards Wuhundian.

The same is true for Xiao Wu.

Her mother died in Bibi Dong's hands. The moment she heard Bibi Dong's name, the soul power in her body was already boiling.

Moro looked at the two Soul Saints from the Spirit Hall again.

"You just mentioned flares? Bring them!"

One of the soul saints hesitated and took out a bamboo tube from his arms.

Abrodi stepped forward to take it and handed it to Moro respectfully.

Moro flipped his palm and took out an hourglass and placed it on the table: "I am very satisfied with the information you just provided, so I plan to play a game with you!"

"Before the countdown of this hourglass ends, one of you two will die...the one alive can leave!"

"Then, the countdown begins!"

Dismask sneered, let them go, and stepped aside.

what?

Do we still have a chance to survive?

The two were overjoyed. The reason why they answered so cheerfully just now was because they didn't want to be fed to Juhuaguan as food.

In their minds, the best outcome for them is probably to die happily.

He never thought he would have a chance to survive.

After the surprise, the two turned to look at each other at the same time, their expressions becoming crazy and ferocious.

"Brother, I'm sorry!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

boom!

The soul power exploded, and the soul rings of the two people had condensed.

"Martial Soul Real Body!"

"Martial Soul Real Body!"

Almost at the same time, the two of them used the seventh soul skill at the same time, condensing the true form of the martial soul.

Then he attacked the opponent frantically.

In the distance, Zhu Zhuyun was still using the Eight Spider Spears to devour the soul power of the Human-Faced Spider Emperor. Under the constant devouring, the shape of the Eight Spider Spears had undergone tremendous changes.

The color is darker and more narrow and sharp.

Not only that, two bones extended out from where the Eight Spider Spears were close to her back, wrapping her shoulders to form two shoulder armors.

It's just that the shape of the shoulder armor has not yet been completely finalized.

"I'm going to succeed!"

Zhu Zhuyun was extremely excited. The Eight Spider Spears were firmly inserted into the flesh and blood of the Human-Faced Spider Emperor, frantically devouring the remaining soul power.

boom!

Suddenly, the Eight Spider Spear shook violently several times, and the two evolved shoulder armors finally took shape.

"Eight Ten Thousand Years Spider Spear, evolved successfully!"

Zhu Zhuyun laughed loudly and pulled out the Eight Spider Spear from the corpse, bringing out a large piece of minced meat.

She excitedly ran to Moro and knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Master, I succeeded!"

"Put away your Eight Spider Spear. If you dare to throw the blood on me... I will skin you!"

"Master forgives me, but I know I was wrong!"

Zhu Zhuyun quickly put away the Eight Spider Spears, picked up a bunch of grapes, obediently picked one and handed it to Moro's mouth.

Moro put it in his mouth directly, and then played with the flare in his hand.

Zhu Zhuyun picked off another one and said to Meng Yiran: "Meng Yiran, master will not take off his hood easily... You must know that it is a great honor for us that master is willing to breathe the same air as us. ah."

What?

Meng Yiran was stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding what Zhu Zhuyun meant.

She had always been curious about why Moro wore a transparent hood, but she never found a suitable opportunity to ask Zhu Zhuyun for advice.

Could it be that the owner wears a hood because he doesn’t want to breathe the same air as us?

The sand in the hourglass falls little by little.

The battle between the two soul saints was also coming to an end.

Although both of them are soul saints, one of them is level 78, while the other is only level 73. Their martial souls are both power-type, and the quality of their martial souls is basically the same, so it is easy to determine the winner. .

Click!

There was a muffled sound, and the chest of one of them exploded, leaving a bloody hole. The body fell to the ground and made no sound.

"I, I won!"

The only one left gasped violently.

Morrow waved his hand.

The man was so happy that he turned around and ran away.

But before he could make a move, Dismask's palm was already on his back.

boom!

His martial soul exploded, shattering his martial soul with just one palm, and all his soul power dissipated like a tide.

The man wailed: "You, are you destroying my martial spirit?"

Dismasco: "It's already a great gift to keep you alive... Get out of here, if you dare to talk nonsense again, even your hands and feet will be destroyed!"

(End of this chapter)