Douluo: My martial spirit is Venerable Dragon

"Oh? Elder Gong." Chen Ping said calmly, "It's the first time we meet, please give me some advice."

Elder Gong didn't change his expression, he snorted coldly: "I also ask the Pope to let the old man take action on his behalf. Elder Chen must pay the price for his words and deeds."

Chen Ping is not afraid of these two old men, their strength is at best only elementary titled Douluo, and they are both so old that they may not be able to display their full strength.

The most threatening one was Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo behind him. Among the two, Ghost Douluo was a titled Douluo of the agility attack system. If he shot from behind, Chen Ping might not be able to react.

The most important thing is that the martial soul fusion skills of the two are too deadly for Chen Ping. Once they control them, I'm afraid they will lose their lives.

However, Chen Ping couldn't be sure whether the Chrysanthemum Ghosts and Qian Xunji were really at odds, but he must always pay attention to the movements of the two of them.

"Elder Gong, don't worry, but, after all, Elder Chen is also the elder of my Spirit Hall, so don't hurt your peace." Qian Xunji's face was full of smiles, as if he was determined by Chen Ping.

"Since Qian Xunji has said so, then I will show Elder Gong my methods." Chen Ping first smiled, and then there was only ruthlessness left on his face.

"The seventh soul skill - Holy Dragon Avatar."

Chen Ping directly used the seventh soul skill, he did not choose to use the weapon soul avatar, but chose the martial soul avatar.

A golden dragon with dazzling light all over its body rose from behind Chen Ping.

"You are a weapon soul, why can you use the beast soul avatar!" Qian Xun Ji was a little uneasy, but there was a considerable gap in soul power between Chen Ping and Elder Gong, and Qian Xun Ji did not lose his sense of control.

"So what about the four 10-year-old soul rings, they are mere soul sages. Elder Gong, I will bear all the consequences." Qian Xunji lay on the seat, with his right hand resting on his cheek, making a melon-eating gesture .

Elder Gong nodded, and then looked at Chen Ping coldly: "Elder Chen, let me show you my wrist."

As soon as he finished speaking, nine yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, and black soul rings rose from under his feet.

"Oh? It's a wolf spirit again." With the experience of the last fight, Chen Ping already has a mature way to deal with it.

"Wind Wolf Douluo, Gong Feng." Elder Gong introduced himself.

"Actually, you don't need to introduce your name." Chen Ping shook his head and smiled lightly.

"The old man wants you to understand who killed you. The seventh soul skill, the true body of the wind wolf." Gong Feng's body has become the body of the martial soul.

Unlike Lone Wolf, his martial soul avatar made him bigger.

"You are far from a lone wolf." Chen Ping smiled slightly.

Immediately after he controlled the Daytime Holy Dragon, the dragon's tail swept across and hit Gong Feng's head heavily.

"Bang~" Gong Feng didn't fight back at all, his figure was hit heavily to the ground.

"What's going on!" Chihiro Ji immediately sat up straight.

The moment he shot, Chen Ping released the dragon pressure.After all, the holy dragon of the day is a god-level soul beast. How can a mere wind wolf withstand his coercion? Even if Gong Feng is a titled Douluo, it still can't make up for the gap in martial soul.

"Boy, so what if I let you show off your ability for a while." Gong Feng patted his head, obviously the blow just now caused him a dull pain.

"The ninth soul skill, the smoke rises and the sun sets!"

Having lost face just now, Gong Feng didn't intend to spend any more time with Chen Ping, and immediately released the ninth soul skill.

"Shenlong wagging its tail." Chen Ping would not wait for him to finish charging stupidly.

He controlled the Daytime Holy Dragon and used all his strength to throw out the dragon tail.

The huge impact even broke several stone pillars supporting the Pope's Palace.

Facing Chen Ping's fierce attack, Gong Feng naturally didn't dare to sit still, and immediately chose to give up the use of the ninth soul skill to avoid the attack.

"If you want to run, I'll give you a shot first." Chen Ping's eyes turned cold, and at the same time the platinum soul ring under his feet lit up.

"The first soul skill—Day Sun White Explosion."

The golden ball of light condensed in the mouth of the holy dragon of the day.

With the blessing of the spirit avatar, the power of this blow is infinitely equal to the ninth spirit ability of an ordinary Title Douluo.

Qian Xunji didn't dare to be careless, and quickly nodded to another old man beside him.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope." The old man responded, and immediately summoned the martial soul.

His martial soul is Thorn Dragon Tortoise, which is considered to be a top-level defense-type martial soul.

"The eighth soul skill, the tortoise armor shield."

The emerald green tortoise shell landed in front of Chihiro Ji, enveloping Gong Feng's figure in it.

"Want to defend, dream." Chen Ping glanced at the two chrysanthemum ghosts behind him, and saw that they not only did not make a move, but retreated back, Chen Ping was relieved.

When the golden ball of light fell, Chen Ping quickly withdrew his Wuhun avatar.

"Kach~", the entire tortoise shell shattered.

Even the top defensive martial spirit still couldn't resist Chen Ping's attack.

"Pfft~" The old man spat out blood, his body seemed to lose its center, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The tortoise shell was a part of his martial soul, and now that it was crushed by someone, it was equivalent to his martial soul being damaged.

"How is it possible!" The old man looked at Chen Ping in disbelief.

I saw Chen Ping holding a dark purple scepter and looking at Qian Xunji with a smile on his face.

"Qian Xun Ji, if you have the guts, do it yourself. Are you really not afraid that I will kill them both?" Chen Ping wanted to use words to anger Qian Xun Ji and force him to attack him.

Today, the Pope's palace is set aside.As long as Chihiro Ji takes the lead, he will be famous as a teacher.

"Arrogant child." Gong Feng wanted to make a move, but saw Qian Xun Ji stretch out his hand to stop him.

"Sacred weapon, it's interesting, it's really interesting." Chihiro laughed instead of anger, but his laughter was a little creepy.

While speaking, Chihiro Ji completed the martial soul possession.

"Angel Holy Sword." A golden vortex appeared in front of him, and a golden long sword gradually fell into Chihiro Ji's hands.

"That's it? There's a way to fight me with a magic weapon." Chen Ping sneered.

He knew that it was impossible for Chihiro Ji to get the artifact of the Angel God, and he said that he was deliberately provoking.

"How courageous, I will let you understand today why I am the Pope of the Wuhun Temple." Qian Xun shouted angrily.

"Ghosts, Yueguan, give me a domain, and I will kill him with my own hands."

Hearing this, Ghost and Yueguan hesitated a little.

A few days ago, Qian Daoliu found them and talked alone.

The purpose is to let them stop Qian Xun Ji from attacking Chen Ping, but now, instead of stopping Qian Xun Ji, they want to become his accomplices. If Qian Daoliu finds out about this, then the two of them...

"Shenlei of Nirvana." Although Chen Ping didn't know the reason, he could tell that the Chrysanthemum Ghosts didn't want to do anything, so he simply helped them.

"Boom~"

Above the Pope's Palace, the originally clear sky suddenly changed suddenly.The dark purple thunder was above the Pope's Palace, beating wantonly on the dome of the Pope's Palace.

"fall!"

Chen Ping violently waved the scepter of destruction in his hand, and the dark purple thunder fell instantly, striking the Pope's Palace in a saturated manner.