Douluo: My martial spirit is Venerable Dragon

The moment he stepped into the Grand Canyon of Death, Chen Ping's eyes seemed to be covered with a yellow-gray veil.

The air is full of the smell of sand and stone, occasionally accompanied by a pungent fishy smell.

Looking up, you can't see the edge of the sky at all, and even the compass specially designed for sailing at sea has lost its original function here.

"Chen Ping, I feel a little depressed here." Lingyuan tugged at the corner of Chen Ping's clothes and whispered.

"How about we fly all the way there?"

"No." Hearing the word "fly", Jiangmo Douluo and Fifteen Jun Douluo refused in unison: "Flying is absolutely not allowed here, the sight is already blocked, once you deviate from the direction, you will be completely lost."

On this point, they were right.

Along the way, Chen Ping carefully observed the surrounding area.

The ground here is paved with several rows of special stones, which can be felt as long as a little soul power is emitted.

And this perception distance is only a few meters.Even super douluo like Jiangmo and Qianjun, the perception distance will never exceed 20 meters.

There is a special power in the environment here, which Chen Ping can clearly feel.

This is - divine power!

Although it is very thin, the quality of the divine power far exceeds the soul power, and it can easily devour the soul power.

As for flying low?Don't be ridiculous, there are stone pillars everywhere here, and they are flying inside, and they haven't walked fast yet.

"It's okay, Yuan'er, you will get used to it after a while." Chen Ping touched Ling Yuan's forehead and comforted her.

"Yeah, sister Yuan'er, when I came here, I encountered the same situation as you. After a few hours, you will be able to get used to it." Bibi Dong also comforted her.

"Little girl, please bear with me. The journey of cultivation is not so easy. You have to fight with people as well as with the sky." Jiangmo Douluo said with emotion: "80 years ago, when we two brothers entered the mainland, It is much more difficult than you. At that time, the cultivation resources we needed were all based on competing with others."

"In that era, there were countless arrogances, all of whom fell to scrambling for cultivation resources." Fifteen Jun Douluo's eyes flashed a flash of memory, "Until the Great Priest became the Pope, us ordinary soul masters situation will improve.”

"Like the current Wuhundian Academy, as long as you are a talented person, regardless of your background or status, you can get corresponding resources."

Lingyuan had heard these words from her grandfather before.

"You two priests, I understand." Lingyuan admitted her mistake sincerely.

"Haha, it's okay, you're young and you haven't experienced that era, so it's normal to not understand." Jiang Mo Douluo brightened up, pointed to the front and said: "There is a supply point in front, which is specially provided by my Spirit Hall. Those who entered the Grand Canyon of Death prepared it. Only after passing that supply point can we truly enter the Grand Canyon of Death.”

Next, everyone rushed to the supply point as quickly as possible without any trace of ink.

This supply point is a log cabin, and after Chen Ping and the others walked in, it was already full of people.

"It seems that there are quite a few people entering the Death Canyon this time." Jiang Mo Douluo chuckled, then waved his hand: "Bring us a pot of water, and clear out a table for us."

This was originally the territory of the Wuhun Temple, Jiang Mo Douluo would naturally not be polite.

"Soul Saint." Chen Ping was slightly startled.

He didn't expect that the shopkeeper here would have such strength, and even the buddies here could be regarded as the soul king's level of strength at worst.

"My lord, I'll clean it up right away." The shopkeeper had seen Jiang Mo Douluo before, he stepped forward with a flattering face, and took the initiative to take over the job.

"Sister Dong'er, why is the shopkeeper here so strong?" Chen Ping asked curiously.

"Have you seen it?" Bibi Dong smiled, "The people who can work here are all the confidantes of my Spirit Hall. Don't think of it as some basic words, but their income is the highest among soul masters of the same level .”

This is also very understandable, after all, it is very dangerous here.

Moreover, most of the people who come and go are not easy to mess with. The strength of the people sent is low, and they can't control the situation at all.

"Why let me go? I charge ten gold soul coins for a pot of water here. How the hell are you making so much money, why are you driving me away?!"

Not long after, a burly man stood up and yelled at the shopkeeper.

"What's the noise?" Jiang Mo Douluo stepped forward and impatiently picked his ears.

"Who are you!" Seeing Jiang Mo Douluo's slightly younger face, the big man became even more arrogant, "I am a peak soul saint, if you don't want to die, let me go."

The shopkeeper here is only a low-level soul sage, so he is naturally no match for a big man in terms of strength.

But this is the territory of Wuhundian, and this big man doesn't dare to make trouble at will.

He activated his martial soul, and the seven soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, and black were undoubtedly revealed.

"You occupy a table by yourself, so I have to invite you to share the table with others." The shopkeeper said quickly.

"Join the table? Just relying on a few of their juniors, they also want to sit in my seat? How far can you go?" the big man shouted.

"Brothers Qianjun and Jiangmo joined forces, even a level 97 titled Douluo can't do anything to them, you, a 79 soul saint, dare to shout at them." Chen Ping smiled helplessly in his heart.

Fortunately, he met this kind of person early, if he was late, he might be in big trouble.

"Brother, why do people always jump out to die?" Fifteen Jun Douluo said with a smile.

"How do I know." Jiang Mo Douluo shrugged, "Are you up or me?"

"Let me do it." Fifteen Ton Douluo twisted his neck, "Last time in the Star Dou Great Forest, you had a great time playing, this time this appetizer, let me do it."

Hearing this, Jiang Mo Douluo backed away.

Seeing this scene, the big man couldn't hold back his temper any longer, pointed to the outside of the house, and shouted angrily: "I can't use it here, I have the ability to go out and fight."

"Whatever." Fifteen Ton Douluo did not refuse.

All of a sudden, everyone in the house turned their attention to the outside.

They thought that this would be a terrifying battle.

It's free to watch a soul fight, and it's still a soul fight among high-level soul masters.

The big man didn't hesitate, "The seventh soul skill, the true body of the sand turtle."

"Sand Turtle, a soul beast that lives in the desert, no wonder he came to the Grand Canyon of Death." Chen Ping rubbed his chin and guessed in his heart: "It is probably stuck at level [-] for too long, and I want to come here to touch it." Chance. Unfortunately, you met Fifteen Ton Douluo."

"The sixth soul skill, Kuangsha Flying Surge."

Suddenly, a strong wind blew outside the house.

The fine sand in the wind was completely attracted by the big man, making the surrounding air much better.

"It's boring." Fifteen Ton Douluo stretched his waist.

The next moment, nine soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, and black appeared under his feet.

"Title Douluo." Everyone here, including the big man, looked at Fifteen Ton Douluo in surprise.

"The sixth soul skill, the Fifteen Ton Round Dance Stick!"

The Coiling Dragon Stick danced quickly in his hand, and every time he hit a stick, there was a sonic boom in the air.

"I admit defeat..." Before the big man could speak, he felt the severe pain in his stomach.

In an instant, his whole body was blown out and disappeared without a trace.

"It's really boring, there is no bloody guy." Qianjun put away his martial soul, jumped up, and sat on the empty chair in the room.