Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

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On the dim battlefield filled with blood, the Hell Horse Soul Saint's eyes were as wide as copper bells, staring ahead in astonishment.

The scene before him made him lose consciousness for a moment. It was a scene he had never imagined.

When he came back to his senses from the shock, a murderous intent surged in his heart, and he was ready to step forward and give another blow to Chen Xiaojun, who was already lying on the ground, his life or death unknown.

However, just as the Hell Horse Soul Saint was about to take action, Xixi's mournful cry tore through the silence around him, "No!"

Her voice was shrill, like a torn sky, filled with endless despair.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of golden light streaked across the sky like a meteor. It was a move of “Controlling Water Through the Air”!

The more than 20-meter-long golden trident energy body dropped from the sky like thunder and hit the Hell Horse Soul Saint directly.

The Hell Horse Soul Saint was shocked by the sudden attack and retreated dozens of meters away. Dust was flying under his feet and the ground was shaking.

Xixi had quickly come to Chen Xiaojun's side. She retracted the golden trident, her eyes reddened, and began to attack the Hell Horse Soul Saint frantically. Her voice was like a cold knife cutting through the air: "I want you to die!"

At the same time, Xiaoyi rushed to Chen Xiaojun like lightning. She squatted down and gently lifted up the dying Chen Xiaojun, "Brother Xiaojun."

Chen Xiaojun opened his eyes with difficulty. He saw Xiaoyi's tear-stained face. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe away Xiaoyi's tears, but he found that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

Therefore, he could only pull the corners of his mouth with difficulty, trying to give Xiaoyi a smile: "Happy...birthday...tomorrow!"

However, before his smile could fully bloom, his eyes darkened again and his head tilted weakly.

Xiaoyi looked at the tip of the sickle stuck in Chen Xiaojun's chest. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his clothes red.

She hurriedly injected her soul power into Chen Xiaojun's body, trying to save his life, but her efforts seemed to have no effect, and Chen Xiaojun's life force was still fading away.

Xiaoyi's lonely figure seemed to be standing in the abyss of despair.

Her eyes were filled with endless sadness, but at this critical moment of life and death, she showed extraordinary strength and courage.

Looking at the blood gushing from Chen Xiaojun's chest, Xiaoyi's tears slid down like beads from a broken string, intertwining with the blood.

Her shoulders shook with sobs and her voice became hoarse with grief, but her eyes were unusually firm.

She did not bow to fate, but looked up at the sky, as if looking for a ray of hope.

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At the same time, when Xixi was resisting the thunderous punch of the Hell Horse Soul Saint, her body was ruthlessly knocked back like a falling leaf. Her figure drew a sad arc in the air and finally fell heavily to the ground.

Obviously, the gap between Xixi's current strength and that of a Soul Saint is like a chasm that is difficult to cross.

On the battlefield in the distance, the Thorn Soul Saint had successfully broken free from the constraints of the illusion space. He rushed towards this side like an angry lion.

His goal was clear, which was to continue hunting down Xiaoyi and Xixi, two opponents who were already in desperate situations.

On the battlefield, the shadow of the female soul emperor Shadow Butterfly was looming in the fire and smoke. She was trying her best to assist the soul emperor Poyue in counterattacking.

Zhu Wuneng and his two companions seemed particularly dangerous at this time. As they faced the two Soul Emperors, energy fluctuations and attack aftermaths kept passing by and swallowed them up.

Xixi's mournful cry echoed across the battlefield like a mournful elegy, making everyone's heart tremble.

Even Cheng Yun in heaven was frightened by the shout. An indescribable emotion surged in his heart. He was distracted for a moment and took a hit.

The situation has been reversed. Not to mention saving Chen Xiaojun, even though they originally had the advantage, they are now facing the danger of being wiped out.

At the critical moment when everyone's life was teetering on the edge, Xiaoyi quietly placed Chen Xiaojun on the ground and laid him on his side. Her eyes were as calm as ice, without a trace of ripples.

She straightened her back, stood upright, her hands dancing in the air like flowing clouds and water, forming one complicated seal after another. Every movement was precise and accurate, weaving the hope of life.

Then, she began to pray and chant in a clear voice, each word was like a carefully crafted gem, shining with a mysterious and solemn light:

Shao Siming is above the nine heavens, and his divine light is shining brightly and magnificently.

The jade sky is clear and bright, the wind and dew are pure, sweeping away all the evil spirits and dust.

I only hope that the rising sun will be pious and protect all living beings and my life.

I pray that you will descend upon my humble body and show your mighty power to the world as soon as possible!

As she sang, bluish-white scriptures surged from her side like flowing water and rushed straight into the sky.

The sky was filled with wind and clouds, and a huge air vortex thousands of meters high was swirling rapidly. The Buddhist sound of the Tao echoed in the air. The sound was vast and boundless, sacred and eternal.

At this moment, Xiaoyi's body seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and began to slowly rise upwards.

Behind her, an extremely huge female shadow gradually emerged, its height reaching hundreds of meters, majestic and shocking.

At this moment, the air around was pulled by this force, and countless bluish-white attribute soul powers surged in like a tide, pouring madly into the huge human-shaped phantom.

These soul powers were like a long river flowing back, magnificent and forming a dazzling bluish-white energy body, flashing dazzling light.

It was the image of a female deity sitting high in the clouds - Shao Siming.

He is high above the nine heavens, like an eternal goddess.

He was dressed in a gorgeous robe, with long hair like a waterfall. Although his face was blurry, his majesty and sacred aura made it impossible to look directly at him.

His existence is like a vast starry sky, deep and sacred, and the bluish-white energy surrounding him is even more awe-inspiring.

His eyes were like extremely beautiful emeralds with a unique green luster, and his pupils were like platinum stars inlaid in them, brilliant, noble, and incomparable.

His eyes penetrated through the layers of clouds and mist, overlooking the people below, as if he could see into everyone's heart.

A few kilometers away, Chen Cong, who was flying on a sword, suddenly caught a glimpse of the mysterious energy body. His face changed instantly, as if covered with frost.

His body trembled, and he swooped down like an eagle, suddenly speeding up, and the sword energy broke through the air, stirring up a gust of wind.

At the other end of the sky, Zuo Tinggang and Xue Churan were also rushing towards them like meteors.

Their eyes were fixed on the red Seven Killing Sword firework. The blooming of the firework symbolized an unspeakable crisis and warning.

Xue Churan tilted her head slightly, her face solemn, and asked softly: "What exactly is that energy body? Who can have such power?"

Zuo Tinggang's eyes were deep, as if he could penetrate the clouds and see directly into the essence of the energy body.

He spoke slowly, his tone leisurely: "Although I have never seen the true strength of the peerless Douluo, but this power and aura are too high-end, not like the human world."

"Chu Ran, be careful."