Douluo: What if Bibi Dong has a problem?

Chapter 375 Ending (End)

Over the ruins of the Imperial Palace in Tiandou City, rolling heat waves distorted the air. Not many people wanted to stay nearby. Those who looked from a distance could only see blurry figures in the distortion.

The six-armed black evildoer holds up the scorching sun. To them, it looks more like a god sending down divine punishment to destroy the world, and the huge six-armed figure is a hero trying his best to stop it.

That's probably the martial soul's true form cast by some top soul master, right?

Surviving civilians and low-level and middle-level soul masters with little experience guessed that with the passage of time, the figure of the "Martial Soul Avatar" that was originally several hundred meters had shrunk to a size of tens of meters, but the golden fireball he lifted was Also shrinks too much.

"Hahaha, Hongguang, you can't hold on any longer, right? No one in the Yuan Zhen Realm can truly become an immortal, and even if there is that person, it's definitely not you!"

Only half of Zhong Kui's head was left on Dao Ni's chest, and there was not much sanity left in his eyes. The collision between the two consumed not only their strength, but also the remaining sanity of the seven of them.

However, looking at the shadow of the sun opposite that had shrunk to reveal the skeleton of the secret sword, he could also feel that its aura was approaching the end of the lamp.

"Let's see who can outshine whom." The light in the middle of the shadow of the sun was pale, but his face was still expressionless, and his eyes looked at the white light marks spreading on the black evildoer's body, which became deeper and deeper.

Dao Nie, who was originally covered in pitch black and emitting unknown ominous features, not only shrank in size, but most of the surface of his body had been taken up by light marks, making it look like white mixed with a little black.

Most of the hundreds of thousands of ferocious faces had dispersed at this moment, leaving only Lin A's seven people and hundreds of faces in the chest area around them.

Those were the true core of the Seven Realm Heavens who survived to the end, and the last ones had to be the true successors and elders.

Now, with the shrinkage of Dao Ni's figure, the remaining ones are also burning into simple light chips and being absorbed by the light marks.

It's just that unlike other ordinary members of the Seven Realms Heaven, at the last moment when their faces were shattered, their eyes flashed back and the final sanity appeared.

Witnessing myself and my sect colleagues' true souls collapsing in pain, their souls were literally shattered.

Because of the relationship between their body structure and crazy interference, most of the seven Seven Realm Heavenly Masters, like Zhong Kui, did not notice the strangeness of Dao Ni's body at all, and even their bodies had sunk into Dao Ni's chest.

Only Lin A, Golden Buddha and Chao Hong noticed the abnormality, but they were as silent as Hong Guang opposite.

The wrestling between the two sides is coming to an end, and there is no talk of giving up halfway. They can only go one way to the end, but they still maintain their sanity and carefully control every force to survive this war of attrition until the end.

In addition, among the three, only Lin A still kept one-third of his body independent, and his transparent sword heart kept him calm and awake.

The two sides were stuck in a quagmire, and there was really no extra means left. However, Lin A carefully recalled some details.

The process of their coming to this world was not smooth sailing. To be precise, being able to come to this world at this point in time also meant that a third party was pushing the boat along.

But besides that, he seemed to have overlooked something.

. . . . . .

Tear!

The bright red Shura Blood Sword roared out, easily penetrating the nearly transparent shadow of the sun.

The long-charged blow easily knocked away the weak secret sword, pierced from behind Guang, cut through his chest and almost tore his entire body apart.

"Hahaha, I finally found a chance to deal with this damn variable of yours."

It was "Tang Xiao" who was holding the Shura Blood Sword in his hand, but at this moment, his body was exuding scarlet blood mist, and his skin cracked and dissolved, revealing the true body hidden underneath.

The sneak attacker wearing a dark red patterned armor was none other than Shura God himself. At this moment, he was very excited after succeeding in the attack, and his gloomy eyes were filled with joy.

He has always been worried about the luck harvesting plan on Douluo Continent, especially as unplanned accidents happened one after another. He was fed up with constantly fixing accidents in the future.

Just like a bad game of chess, God Shura, as a chess player, kept making mistakes, mistakes, and mistakes. The more he played, the more angry he became, and the more he played, the more annoyed he became. In the end, he couldn't help but finally made up his mind, flipped the table and ended the game himself.

In addition, God Shura is not stupid. One time can be said to be an accident, two times can be said to be accidental, and the three or four times must be influenced by third-party factors that he has not discovered.

Wait until all the chess pieces on the field are cleared before leaving? Of course God Shura would not make such a stupid choice.

Even his arrangement for Tang San and Haotian Sect to hold the Blood Festival was also a bait planned in advance.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

His actual plan was to first send the evil that he was responsible for solving to the lower world to explore the path to attract attention, and then replace Tang Xiao and observe secretly, waiting for an opportunity to take action to determine the victory.

In this plan, Haotian Sect is the bait, and the gods are also the bait. Only he is the oriole at the end.

Facts have proved that he is right. The troubles in Douluo Continent are indeed not small. The fact that the god-level Tang Chen can stumble already shows the problem.

The grievances between the evil god and the light were put aside, but their strength was roughly the same. In comparison, although the strength of Shura God had an advantage, it was not obvious.

Because this place is the Douluo Continent in the lower realm, and plane consciousness is not for free food. Outsiders of the level of Shura God are like biting vicious dogs, and they will definitely be targeted and cared for immediately.

Of course, God Shura wouldn't care about the suppression of plane consciousness if he really wanted to attack with all his strength, but there was no way he could suppress the commotion that was caused by that time.

Then, looking at the gods and the lights, who were wrestling with each other until the lamp ran out of oil, the Shura God hidden in the darkness could not suppress the wanton arc on his face.

After succeeding in the attack, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. This time he solved the root of the problem in Douluo Continent without expending much effort.

At the same time, he can easily seal the devastated gods and perfectly complete the mission in the God Realm.

Finally, the time saved can also be used to deal with the problems on Douluo Continent. . .

"Huh?" Before Shura Shen Yi changed his mind to a better future and used his hand to tear Guang's body apart completely, the feedback from his hand made him subconsciously startled.

The sword can't cut anymore.

No, to be precise, his Shura Blood Sword seemed to be growing on Guang's body and could not move at all, even with his body. . .

God Shura lowered his head and his pupils tightened as he looked at the scene in front of him. At some point, pure white traces of light spread out from the wound behind the light.

It continued to quietly climb and grow along the Shura Blood Sword, wrapped around his hands along the hilt, continued up his arms, and unknowingly reached his shoulders.

"You are a tortoise, you dare to take action now." Guang's head turned 180 degrees to look at the Shura God behind him, not caring about the injury on his chest or the twist of his neck.

In fact, even his body was covered in cracks like broken pottery at this moment, and white light shone from the cracks.

<divclass="contentadv">The confrontation between him and Dao Ni just now was not false. This body had indeed reached the point where it was running out of gas, but it was just right. Everything was as planned.