The Peerless Dragon of Tang Sect Shocks the World

Du BuShu was plotted and he didn't dare to be careless again.

Cautiously, he stood with Jiang Shuo and the Master of Tianhun Palace, staring intently at the deep sea dragon ahead.

The sea soul beast that didn't know where it came from slowly stabilized its figure from the impact of the golden thunder.

The body glowed with blue light again, covering the burnt wounds and frantically squeezing out new flesh.

It let out a low roar and stared at the three humans in front of it.

Three human beings emitting three colors of soul power, gold, green, and yellow.

A riding dragon, a giant, and a horizontal sword.

The confrontation lasted only ten seconds.

Then he moved again.

Take advantage of your injuries to kill yourself.

Jiang Shuo decisively attacked again, controlling the real body of the Nine Mysterious Golden Dragon to tremble in the space and charge forward brazenly.

A ruthless look flashed in the poisonous eyes, several of the soul rings that strengthened him shone, and he rushed forward.

The master of Tianhun Palace pushed his hand, the giant sword moved first, and he moved backward.

Ning Feng waved his sleeves again, and several rays of light shot out from the Liuli Pagoda's true form behind him, hitting the three of them.

The dragon let out a low roar like a snake, and dived into the sea water, then rolled up huge waves.

A huge waterspout-like pillar formed in an instant, with a gray-blue aura of death in the center, and roared towards the three powerful human beings.

Du BuShu stepped hard with his feet, and the red ninth soul ring behind him shone brightly. With him as the center, dark green clouds suddenly appeared in the sky. The dark green clouds dispersed, revealing dark green stars, emitting scorching light. It was like a meteor falling.

Jiang Shuo, who was hundreds of meters away from him, had a faint dark blue glow on his left leg bone, and then thunder arose in the void, but it was not golden thunder, but dark blue thunder. The thunder spread rapidly at an unstoppable speed. The space covers a radius of ten miles, covering the deep sea dragons in the sea water.

It's like a thunder formation.

It is the second skill from the left leg bone of the 570,000-year-old thunder dragon royal family, the Three Thousand Divine Thunder Array.

Within this large formation, Jiang Shuo's figure was both illusory and solid, constantly moving back and forth, even more illusory and unpredictable than the deep sea dragon that had mastered the power of space.

A huge thunder struck from the sky and exploded into the water, being one step ahead of the waterspout from the deep sea dragon.

The ninth soul skill, which was like a falling meteorite, arrived second and crashed into the waterspout.

The master of Tianhun Palace followed with his sword.

Violent winds and waves fill the sky, dark green meteors fall into the sea, and thunder breaks out in the deep blue void.

At this moment, the scene was so spectacular that it suddenly overshadowed other battlefields on the west coast of Tianhun. The momentum was so huge that it could be called the start of this battle.

Some strong men who fought hundreds of kilometers away from the coast could also see the wind, waves, meteors, and thunder that covered the sky and the sun.

A scene that seemed to only occur in the end of the world caused all the powerful people present who were titled Douluo or above to feel palpitations.

Looking at the four prehistoric figures in the center of the storm, who were fighting fiercely, they were speechless for a moment.

Jiang Yundong, who was fighting with the Demon King and Ye Xishui, couldn't help but turn his head to look. He saw a figure hovering in the sky, with a dragon roaring and shattering, and he felt unexplainable relief and sigh in his heart.

He had waited for this moment for nearly fifteen years and finally saw it.

Taixu Douluo sighed with a smile, turned around, and continued to blast out a palm strike that penetrated the void for dozens of miles.

Opposite him were the Demon Emperor, who had cultivated for 840,000 years, and Ye Xishui, who still had the ultimate power. Their pupils focused, and they worked together to attack and block the palm.

A hundred miles away, Long Xiaoyao, who was paddling in the water, watched all this silently, with inexplicable emotions in his heart.

Looking at all the destruction around him, even he could no longer deceive himself that this was right.

Perhaps, four years ago, he should have gone away with Munn...

The leader of the Molin Sect, who was entangled with a 200,000-year-old sea soul beast, was attracted by the wave of momentum and couldn't help but look in the direction of the original master of the Noumenon Sect.

He is a ninety-sixth level super Douluo, and his martial soul Dark Mo Qilin is also a top-level beast martial soul. When the sea soul beast came to invade the Tianhun sea territory, he withstood a 250,000-year-old beast.

The strength of Sect Leader Mo Lin is by no means weak, even the leader of the first sect in the Dou Ling Empire is only at level ninety-six.

But at this moment, neither the momentum it emits nor the battlefield scene it creates are too eye-catching.

Mo Linzong also had a god standing behind him. Although he was just a random son of that god back then, he did not provide much support.

But with the appearance of Mo Qingqing, or the lower realm.

The leader of the Mo Lin Sect was overjoyed, thinking that from that moment on, the Mo Lin Sect would receive strong support, and his sect would have the potential to become a holy place like the Taixu Sect, with influence covering the entire continent and able to influence a country's national policy.

Before and after the Mingdu competition, he tested the attitude of the female highness several times.

However, the girl, who was slightly unruly and had a naughty personality, had no idea about the topics he had repeatedly introduced.

After several times, Sect Leader Mo Lin was dumbfounded to learn that she didn't carry any 'will'.

He couldn't help but fell into silence, realizing that he was being sentimental.

Mo Qingqing was not ordered to go down to the realm by her father, nor did she even get permission from her own father. It was her mother, the equally powerful female god, who doted on her daughter and allowed her to cross the realm wall.

Thinking of how Mo Qingqing had caused trouble several times, and even turned against Taixu Sect, Shrek Academy, Haotian Sect and other top powers in the mainland because of being too domineering, Sect Master Mo Lin felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

So, he quickly looked for an opportunity, and when he could listen to the oracle again, he accidentally let slip some of the trouble that Mo Qingqing had caused in the mainland.

The god became furious.

Mo Qingqing, who was crying and unwilling to leave, was immediately forcibly recalled.

Before leaving, Mo Qingqing blurted out that she hadn't gotten her jade bell back yet.

This attracted the attention of the god to Young Master Taixu.

During this time of riots in the mainland, the Mo Lin Sect will go to war, also based on the instructions of Mo Qingqing's father.

Memories flashed through his mind, and Master Mo Lin looked at the center of the storm in a daze, where there was a very powerful golden thunder dragon.

This made him both unbelievable and forced to believe that the strength of Young Master Taixu might have far exceeded his.

Less than twenty years old, he is actually on par with the original sect leader, Poison Immortal.

Sect Master Mo Lin finally understood why the god reacted with surprise because of Mo Qingqing's accusation.

God's surprise is very rare.

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All the strong people are doing their best.

The West Coast battlefield, which was originally tight and dangerous, gradually entered a state of balance.

Ye Xishui's peripheral vision glanced at Jiang Yundong and Jiang Shuo in the distance, and he was so angry that his back molars almost broke.

Taixu Sect is indeed hateful.

This pair of grandparents is even more hateful!

With only one martial spirit left, her facial muscles twitched, and madness flashed in her eyes.

She slapped the jade storage belt around her waist, and a small bag flew out.

The mouth of the bag was opened, and a burst of black smoke suddenly flew out, and then condensed into a human-shaped shadow, like the soul of a person after death.

It’s the soul.

And it is the soul of an extremely powerful person.

Zhong Liwu's father was the previous leader of the Holy Spirit Sect who died two hundred years ago.

Because she was forced to give birth to a son, Ye Xishui endured it for hundreds of years. After reaching the limit, he took out his soul and practiced it as a demon.