Douluo Dalu: Drunk and Ruthless

The blue-purple thunderball on Xue Mengchen's fingertips kept shrinking, and then the blue faded out. The light ball on her fingertips turned into noble purple gold, and the ferocious purple-gold electric snake kept flying, lingering in the drunken and ruthless sea of ​​consciousness. . Like drops of ink and water, it renders the drunken and ruthless sea of ​​consciousness into a rich purple-gold color, "Ah!" The evil god wailed in pain. The thunder was as strong as the sun, and he was born to be his nemesis. His gray-black eyes opened with heavy eyes. Opening, the thunder from all directions slowly dispersed into Zui Wuqing's bones as his eyes opened, "..., today is the day of your death." The evil god spoke softly, "Sure enough, those three words have already You must have been banned by that cheap man of mine!" Xue Mengchen said softly, and a crown made of blood jade suddenly appeared above his head, followed by seven gray-gold soul bones, and the soul bone on his right arm was possessed. , the bone armor full of metallic texture spreads from the fingertips to the shoulders. In the surging energy, a sonorous explosion sounded, and the gray-gold armor quietly appeared under the purple-gold thunder light.

The dark bone armor is plated with a gorgeous golden texture. The left arm soul bone follows closely behind. The thick arm armor is extremely beautiful and slightly domineering. Clouds and mist rise from the right leg, and the dreamlike right leg bone is unknown. Shi has long been possessed, and the space in the left leg slowly cracks, the magnificent silver left leg bone breaks through the possessed body, the torso armor transformed by the torso bone looks extremely majestic, and the thin chest armor with cloud patterns shines with glazed light. , coupled with the waist armor that looks like dragon scales, and the louvered battle skirt that flows with brilliance, combined with the armor on the limbs, they all look extraordinary.

"The weather, the right place, the people and the people are all here, and the soldiers have not returned yet." Xue Mengchen's lips squirmed slightly under the crown, and the space suddenly collapsed. A beautiful folding fan escaped from it, and attached to Xue Mengchen Bai Zhe In his right palm, the fan bone differentiated and folded, turning into a slender three-foot green front. "Are we still competing?" A playful smile suddenly flashed across Xue Mengchen's handsome face, "..." The God of Evil remained silent, and his figure suddenly dissipated into a wisp of gray air that passed through the space, "I want to Run? At least leave behind 80% of the origin of your spiritual consciousness." Xue Mengchen waved the long sword in her right hand, "Ah!" A sound like quenching sounded, followed by the wailing of the evil god, and a ball of black origin The ball of light fell into Zui Qingqing's sea of ​​consciousness, and Xue Mengchen's bone armor dissipated. With a pale face, he tore off half of the source and drank it. His face looked much better now, "Who are you." Zui Wuqing was like the light of a firefly. When Xue Mengchen regained consciousness, hearing the words, a playful smile appeared on her pale face: "You will know when the time comes." With a wave of his sleeves, Zui Qingqing returned to his body uncontrollably. An unimaginable smell hit his nostrils, and Xue Mengchen's playful voice with a bit of a crisp voice sounded in Zui Qingqing's mind: "I am kind enough to help you, your current innate soul power is level seven, don't say In order to cleanse your marrow, I have consumed too much soul power. I will fall into a deep sleep, but don’t die. I just woke up not long ago." Xue Mengchen looked sideways, and the figure fell into a deep sleep. In the ruthless and shallow sea of ​​consciousness.

Zui Qingqing used his soul power to shake away the dirt on his body with some disgust. Yu Yuanzhen's dim old eyes opened to Zui Wuqing, "You..." Zui Qingqing spoke slightly, with some doubt in his voice. For some reason, he always felt that Yu Qingqing was... Yuan Zhen felt a little weird, "Thank you, senior, and I'll take my leave." Zui Wuwu clasped his fists slightly and rushed out of Yu Yuanzhen's sight.