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

Chapter 1560 The Eye-Searching Dark Dragon Douluo 2
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"Roar—!" Yan Choulong let out a furious roar.

The dragon's tail suddenly lashed out from the end of its spine. The shadow dragon tail of the fourth soul ring, [Netherworld Tail Strike], lashed out fiercely at the dark blue water curtain cage with a wailing sound that seemed to shatter space!
The third soul skill, Netherworld Swiftness, accumulates Netherworld power and can form a combo skill with the fourth soul ring, comparable to a ten-thousand-year soul skill.

wow-

The sound of shattering in the deep sea was deafening. Yan Choulong burst through the wall and landed ten meters away, panting heavily. Fine beads of blood seeped from the black scales covering his tail.

He suddenly looked up, the red light in his eyes freezing abruptly, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

On Chen Xiaojun's forehead, a dazzling golden-red sun-shaped mark was burning brightly—the Sun Mark!

The amplifying aura of "Peerless Nobility" overlapped with his own sun-patterned markings, pushing his surging soul power to level 71, while his aura reached the peak of the mid-level Soul Saint - level 76.

The little dress was even more extravagant, with a layer of light blue mist, like the glow of the sunset, swirling and rising around it.

She activated the Radiant Mist Divine Body!
Although her soul power fluctuations appeared to be only around level 74, Yan Choulong, with his powerful spiritual strength as a titled Douluo, could clearly sense that the aura emanating from the depths of that blue mist carried the heavy pressure of a high-level Soul Saint—level 78.

What the hell!
From three high-level Soul Kings to three Soul Saints with surging soul power and strength far exceeding that of their peers.

In just a few breaths, they used secret techniques such as awakening life force, breathing technique markings, and unparalleled nobility to forcefully push their power up by a dozen or twenty levels, crossing two major stages that might normally take twenty years for ordinary people.

It's so annoying!

Xiao Yi's slender wrist has been raised again.

The soul power flowed silently from his fingertips, and a moon-white slit suddenly appeared in the air.

The Silver Wolf King's massive body, accompanied by an extremely cold icy wind, crashed to the ground, and the cracks in the blue bricks shattered by its wolf claws were instantly covered with white frost.

With each flap of its bright moon wolf wings, the air was filled with swirling ice crystals, like a snowstorm formed from moonlight, the bone-chilling cold momentarily dimming the surrounding temperature.

Yan Choulong's pupils suddenly contracted as he glanced down at Hammer and Whip Soul Saints, who were still struggling in the vine illusion below.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and the words caught between his teeth: "Another True King-level spirit body?!"

It's rare enough to have even one soul bone for a summoning spirit, but to have a second one?!

This method of releasing "summoned beasts" one after another is quite sinister.

Silver Wolf's cold, beastly eyes had already locked onto the core of the battlefield—the silver wolf covered in ice crystals did not pounce on him, but instead charged straight into the middle of the battlefield like a silver arrow released from a bow.

Its goal was cruelly clear: to completely tear apart the two Soul Saints who were already on the verge of death due to the interference of the Dream Vine.

Especially that giant hammer-wielding Soul Saint, who had just taken a hit from Chen Mu's 70,000-year-old soul bone skill "Raging Wave Tear Blade," black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs was seeping from the deep cracks on the hammer's surface.

The cold wind whipped up by the silver wolf's pounce swept across Yan Choulong's face, and the icy touch made his heart skip a beat.

There isn't much time left for him.

Yan Choulong's black robe suddenly swelled up.

A profound, still soul force swirled around him, and his suspended figure seemed to transform into the entrance to an abyss.

The silent killing intent spread like ink dripping into clear water, even the moonlight seemed to give way to it.

His closed lips slowly parted, and the soul power surging deep in his throat condensed into a substantial sound wave core—

Fifth Soul Skill: Netherworld Dragon Roar

The sound no longer vibrated the air; it was as if a whisper from the depths of a cold spring in the netherworld was directly poured into everyone's skull.

The next second, he jerked his jaw up.

A torrent of sound waves, too large to be fully perceived by the naked eye, erupted with a deafening roar. It was not pure sound, but a torrent of dark matter as viscous as black oil, twisting into a translucent phantom of a black dragon.

The dragon's head was ferocious, and countless swirling, dark runes flickered on its phantom scales, its pure dragon might mixed with corrosive energy from the underworld.

The air was instantly sucked out wherever it passed, creating a brief vacuum in the pitch-black corridor. The sharp sonic boom only rang out at the edge of the vacuum, like countless panes of glass shattering in your ears at the same time.

This destructive dragon roar traversed space and headed straight for the Golden Trio, but strangely became viscous in the last thirty meters.

An indescribable, invisible field quietly unfolded.

The air twists into a translucent gel, within which colors slowly flow and dissolve.

The roar of the Netherworld Dragon within it was no longer a straight impact; it was like a stream of fire falling into the deep sea. The black dragon, formed by the sound waves, struggled and twisted, tearing open layers of silk-like spatial folds with every inch of its advance.

The flow of time becomes chaotic and unclear here, and the deafening roar of the dragon spreads through the gelatinous air, like a low, muffled drumbeat transmitted through a thick layer of water.

When it finally reached the core area of ​​the domain, the sound waves that were originally enough to shatter mountains and rocks had already been decomposed and bound into countless thin, powerless, dragon-shaped black filaments, which silently dissipated in the viscous, illusory fluctuations.

Yan Choulong's gaze pierced through the distorted spatial ripples, fixing fixedly on Xiao Yi, who was retreating step by step.

The ethereal ripples surrounding her were like the deepest starlight, though somewhat unstable.

After all, he single-handedly withstood the ten-thousand-year soul skill of a Title Douluo.

Yan Choulong's jawline was taut, and the muscles twitched slightly under his skin.

"The spiritual realm, damn it!"

The swear word was stuck in his throat, and he just couldn't squeeze it out.

What realm did the fourteen-year-old girl comprehend?

Or is it the realm of the spirit?!
This realization didn't just create a blank in his mind, but rather shattered countless pieces of common sense like cracked mirrors.

Damn it, a thick, dark rage mixed with an even deeper sense of dread surged up within him.

Damn it, he wanted to kill a genius, but the person in front of him was clearly a walking monster, shattering his predictions about the limits of humanity with every step.

A chilling killing intent suddenly settled like ancient ice; this woman must not live under the sunlight today.

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Just as his mind was in turmoil, the void silently shattered.

A giant golden halberd, wreathed in spiraling spatial ripples, pierced through the air. Its body flowed with a texture like liquid sunlight, as if it were cast from liquid gold.

【Water Control Technique - True Void Break】

Poseidon displayed his power at this moment.

The golden trident is no longer a simple thrust; its slender, over twenty-meter-long shaft spins at high speed, its tip drawing fine vacuum cracks in the air.

That wasn't a sonic boom, but a black trail as space itself was silently torn apart.

Four years of honing the skills, the initial nascent idea of ​​breaking through the void has now transformed into a refined and deadly strike.

After all, it's the precursor to the divine skill "Never to Return".

With each inch the halberd tip advanced, a layer of void collapsed, condensing into an extremely sharp, spiraling dimensional drill, aimed directly at Yan Choulong's throat.

Second Soul Skill - Netherworld Dragon Claw

Yan Choulong's arms cracked inch by inch, instantly covered with scales, and dark purple-black bone pierced through flesh and blood. His ten fingers twisted and extended into ferocious dragon claws covered with cold, eerie scales.

The power of the three attributes of ice, darkness, and shadow intertwined and condensed at the tip of the claws—the left claw was entwined with extremely cold frost crystals that froze the soul, while the right claw was wrapped with a blackish-purple viscous flame that flowed with the breath of death. The moment the two claws crossed and were pushed out, countless shadowy faults like shattered mirrors quietly emerged between the folds of space.

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