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

Chapter 1572 Heavenly River Dragon Lord
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It's past midnight today.

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Yan Choulong's mangled body looked disheveled and in danger under the siege of the main branch of the sword vine, and he had already decided to retreat.

Every time he tried to escape the battlefield by flapping his dragon wings, the elusive Cheng Ying main branch would coil around him like a ghost, its transparent wind blades cutting through his retreat path and forcing him to turn around and block.

The main trunk of the Seven Star Dragon Abyss, suspended in the air, is like a giant anchor controlling space. A vast halo of chaotic light covers the surrounding area, and each shift of the halo presses heavily on his remaining Netherworld power, making him feel as if he is trapped in a quagmire.

This is the prison of the Dutian Sword Vine!
The fusion was formed by the mutation of the evergreen vine as its main component.

Xiao Yi originally had an effective control diameter of 200 meters (300 meters in one direction). After the Tai Xu Domain was initially formed, it doubled to 400 meters. Now, under Chen Xiaojun's fusion state, the killing tentacles of the six main branches have suddenly extended to 500 meters.

Yan Choulong's radius of struggle and maneuvering was firmly fixed between 150 and 200 meters, and this narrow airspace became a gladiatorial arena where he had no way to survive.

This situation is something no one could have imagined.

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On the other side of the battlefield in the central courtyard, the Crimson Titles saw Yan Choulong's predicament, but the battle was so intense that they could not break through.

The duel between Longma and Yan Wushuang has reached a fever pitch.

On Longma's bronze skin, strange frost-colored scale-like markings were spreading upwards from his spine to his temples.

As each frost scale lights up, the exhaled white breath condenses into ice crystal fragments that freeze the air, and where one's feet tread, ice lotus imprints silently bloom.

His internal energy surged like a celestial river—a sign that the Water Breathing Technique's Extreme Cold Phase had fully awakened.

His soul power thus increased to level 93, and he fought fiercely against Yan Wushuang, who was at level 94.

At this moment, blue light flooded his pupils, and Longma's gaze pierced through the turbulent currents, catching a glimpse of the Saintess Xixi, whose Sea-Suppressing Divine Shield was shattered and who was severely injured and vomiting blood amidst the ruins.

This is his dereliction of duty as a protector of the cause.

"Roar--!!!"

The rage originating from his bloodline ignited the extremely cold blood, and the frost patterns on his back blazed brightly like the cracking of an ice river. The dragon's roar was no longer a human voice, but a raging torrent of the celestial river that carried the weak water's essence that drowned all things and the profound coldness of the frozen Dao.

But at this moment, what truly triggered a qualitative change was the massive tsunami that erupted deep within his spine the instant the markings covered his entire body.

The frost patterns suddenly transformed into flowing, dark blue divine patterns, and a pressure that transcended mortal soul power, resembling the will of the deep sea itself, descended with a deafening roar.

"Divine Body - Heavenly River Dragon Lord!"

The world is coming!

Longma has always been physically strong and has been consciously cultivating his physical body for many years. For the past four years, he has been continuously practicing the Water Breathing Technique. In addition, he has been practicing hard in the Dust Palace for half a month. Not only has he awakened his markings, but he has also finally broken through the shackles and awakened his divine body.

The name "Celestial River Dragon Lord" was given by Chen Xiaojun. According to the legends of the previous life, the so-called Celestial River is the Weak Water of the Nine Heavens.

Yes, this is the Divine Body of Extreme Cold Sublimation into Weak Water, because Longma's comprehension of the concept is Weak Water, so his domain is the Demon-Breaking Domain, which is related to this.

His soul power burned wildly and surged forward the moment his divine body was ignited!
Level 93 is the peak... Level 94 is the threshold... Level 95!
"Foundation Technique - Xuanming Heavenly River!!!"

The dragon horse stomped heavily on its toes—not on the ground, but on an invisible spatial node.

hum! !

Centered on him, the ground collapsed with a roar, transforming into nine bottomless, dark blue whirlpools.

Each vortex emitted a roar like an ancient behemoth awakening, and nine upside-down, dark blue ice peaks, like giant icy fangs, pierced the earth from the depths of the vortex and rose into the sky!

The weak water rose from the whirlpool, transforming into a damp, bone-chilling, dark blue mist that permeated all directions—a turbid current that corroded bones and destroyed souls upon contact.

Countless chains of extremely cold, mysterious ice beams hung from the inverted ice peak.

These beams of light are not physical entities, yet they freeze the space in their path into a still, pale blue glass.

Within the frigid domain, sound, wind, and soul power flowed... all things solidified. This was no longer a soul skill, but a frigid domain suppression with weak water as its bone and extreme cold as its blood.

"A divine body? A monster..."

Yan Wushuang's brows furrowed into a tight knot.

To be honest, he couldn't understand the system of physical sublimation called the Divine Body; he could only regard it as a profound mystery.

He felt as if he was no longer facing a human, but a dragon-shaped calamity that had awakened from the abyss.

Overthinking is pointless!

Having already reached the True Form of Martial Soul, he crossed his claws in front of his chest, the remaining dark essence within his body compressed to its limit by the demonic dragon flames—

"Secret Technique: Abyss Dragon Burns the World!"

Dark purple demonic flames spewed from his seven orifices, coiling around his dragon body and transforming into a dark purple flame dragon carrying a viscous aura of curses.

Uh, the Yan family's true martial spirit form is not a dragon transformation, but rather a dragon soul possessing them.

The dragon's scales are made of churning curse runes, and a purplish-black flame that melts space flows between its massive fangs.

This is a desperate strike that compresses the Martial Soul True Body and the Dark Fire Curse to the extreme.

boom! ! !
The Frosty Water Domain and the World-Burning Demon Dragon collided fiercely!
*Sizzle—Pfft!*
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only the chilling sound of the laws eroding. The Xuanming Weak Water, like billions of greedy turbid insects, frantically gnawed at the cursed runes on the demonic dragon's fiery body.

With each rune that extinguished, the dragon shrank in size, while the extremely cold beams of ice that froze space were like ten thousand ice spikes piercing the dragon's core.

Each time the beam of light collided with the dragon flame, it exploded into a large area of ​​shattered light spots intertwined with frost and fire.

Yan Wushuang's World-Burning Calamity Dragon, under the continuous suppression of the Cold Domain, collapsed layer by layer like an avalanche.

He clenched his teeth, his lower soul nest trembled violently, and he tried to ignite the demonic fire again—

late!

A wisp of Weak Water Mist, not yet completely consumed by the demonic flames, slipped through the gaps in the dissipating dragon flames like a living thing, and quietly affixed to Yan Wushuang's dragon claw wrist guards.

Shila-

The tough dragon scale bracers instantly dissolved, and the mist seeped into the scales through the dissolved holes, causing excruciating pain the moment it touched the skin!
The pain did not originate from burning or freezing, but rather from the overwhelming feeling of having one's soul power forcibly dissolved and eroded, as if being peeled away layer by layer.

Yan Wushuang shuddered, and the World-Burning Calamity Dragon she had been forcibly maintaining instantly collapsed.

"Uh!"

He grunted and pulled back rapidly, looking down at his right claw.

A hole the size of a thumb was clearly visible on the wrist.

The edges of the hole were as smooth as glass, but the flesh and bones inside had vanished without a trace, leaving only a slowly spreading, flowing, dark blue stain.

The Xuanming Weak Water Poison, which injures the soul and corrodes the bones, has seeped into his bloodline, and for the first time, his face turned extremely pale.

The divine power unleashed by the dragon horse was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

……

Luo Derun's knuckles clenched so tightly they turned bluish-white.

"Fool..." The two words were squeezed out from between clenched teeth, carrying a chilling, poisonous edge—this rebuke was clearly directed at Yan Choulong.

The demonic dragon couldn't even break free; it was locked in a deadly trap by the combined technique of the two juniors.

This sinister anger did not last even a moment.

Because he was already too busy taking care of himself.

(End of this chapter)