Douluo: Summon the God and Demon Li Xin, Thousand Flows Tremble

Chapter 171: Ruined Soul, Unrivaled Power! Fierce Battle with the Ghost King! Ghost Douluo is Surprised!
Ghost Douluo was caught in a dilemma in Sima Yi's dark domain. His attacks were constantly weakened by the power of darkness, and his defense gradually collapsed under Sima Yi's powerful oppression.

On the other hand, Sima Yi was not disturbed by Ghost Douluo's soul skills at all, and he entered and exited the gates of hell at will.

Seeing Ghost Douluo being suppressed so badly, Ju Douluo opened his mouth in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief: "How is this possible? Ghost Douluo was suppressed so badly!"

Bibi Dong also looked surprised, obviously she didn't expect this situation.

"The seventh soul skill, martial soul true form!"

Ghost Douluo roared angrily, and his soul power surged wildly.

His body began to undergo dramatic changes.

A thick dark aura gushed out from his body and instantly enveloped him.

"Soul bone skills, martial soul bone armor true body, black prison ghost armor!"

When the dark aura dissipated, Ghost Douluo had already completed the release of his martial soul's true form - the Black Prison Ghost Armor.

His figure became tall and ferocious, and his whole body was covered with a thick layer of black armor. The armor was covered with sharp barbs and strange runes, flashing with faint dark light.

His head was also covered by a huge ghost-faced helmet, revealing only a pair of eyes emitting blood-red light, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Ghost Douluo stretched out his arms, and black flames spurted out from the joints of the Black Prison Ghost Armor. The temperature around him dropped sharply, as if he was in an ice cellar.

Ghost Douluo was in the dark realm, the soul power around him was burning like black flames, and a gloomy atmosphere filled the air.

With the blessing of the martial soul's true body, his soul power increased by dozens of times, and his speed, strength, attack and defense also increased tenfold. Moreover, his soul power was extremely full, and his soul skills could be used without limit!
Such a powerful improvement made Sima Yi become serious.

"The Ghost King is coming!" Ghost Douluo waved his claws!
On the battlefield, a cold wind suddenly blew, mixed with shrill cries.

Thousands of souls who died on the battlefield came from all directions and gathered together like a tide.

These ghosts twisted and struggled, emitting creepy resentment.

The soul masters on both sides who were fighting fiercely were frightened by the ghosts that kept emerging from under their feet. The fear was like a cold poisonous snake crawling in their hearts.

Their eyes were filled with extreme horror and their bodies were shaking uncontrollably.

The fighting on the battlefield stopped briefly, and everyone carefully avoided these dead souls.

The faces of those dead souls gradually became clear before their eyes, and many of them turned out to be their comrades who had fought side by side with them.

The once familiar faces were now filled with resentment and pain, with empty eyes staring at them.

A Spirit Master from the Spirit Hall covered his mouth in fear, tears welling up in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "That's... That's the brother who entered the hall with me!"

On the other side, a soul master from the Chang'an Empire was also filled with grief, muttering to himself: "How could this happen? You don't even let go of the undead?"

Everyone's eyes looked in the direction where the souls of the dead were gathering.

As the soul power surged, the dead souls merged with each other and gradually condensed into a huge ghost king.

The ghost king was dozens of feet tall, emitting a faint blue light. Its face was hideous and terrifying, its fangs protruded outward, and its eyes were like burning ghost fire.

The huge body was covered with strange lines, as if it was a curse of death.

It stretched out its huge arms and let out a deafening roar. Wherever the sound waves reached, the space trembled.

The battlefield within a radius of dozens of miles was shrouded in this terrifying atmosphere, making people feel as if they were in hell.

The soul masters of the Chang'an Empire looked at the huge and terrifying Ghost King, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Their faces were as pale as paper, and their eyes were filled with unconcealable fear.

"What kind of monster is this?"

"Ghost King! This is the Ghost King!" "It's so scary, who is fighting this scary guy?"

The soul masters of the Spirit Hall saw that this was Ghost Douluo's soul skill.

They were all extremely excited at this moment, with fanatical light flashing in their eyes and shouting loudly.

"This is our victory! The Ghost King will crush the enemy!"

"Ghost Douluo is so strong!"

Seeing this, Ju Douluo also showed a smug look on his face, and laughed wildly: "Haha, let's see how you, the Chang'an Empire, can resist!"

Ghost Leopard Douluo waved his fist and shouted, "Let these guys see how powerful our Spirit Hall is!"

Ghost Douluo's eyes flashed with a strange purple light, as if they could see through the darkness.

"Sima Yi, now, can your dark domain still stop my Ghost King?"

Every time he moved, he brought up a gust of cold wind that made people shudder.

With the help of Wuhun Zhenpeng, the soul power of thousands of dead souls is absorbed into one, and the physical attack of the Ghost King is greatly enhanced, and the attack cannot be dodged or defended!

Ghost Douluo's hands danced, and his soul power condensed into a huge ghost claw. A faint light flickered on the ghost claw, emitting a terrifying wave that made people's heart palpitate.

Wherever the ghost claw passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp cry.

Powerful soul pressure burst out from him, like the roar of thousands of ghosts, making the air around him heavy and depressing, as if it was going to crush all life.

Sima Yi's eyes narrowed, and the dark energy around him surged wildly!

"A ruined soul, an unrivaled power!"

"First Soul Skill, Shadow Bite!"

I saw a spirit like a black python separated from the main body and rushed forward with a strange momentum.

When the Ghost King saw Sima Yi's spirit rushing towards him, he roared and swung his huge ghost claws to grab it.

However, the moment the ghost claw touched the spirit, it was like hitting an illusory shadow, and it went straight through without causing any damage to it.

The Ghost King's eyes widened, and he attacked again in disbelief, but every attack was ineffective. The spirit seemed to be in another dimension, unaffected by the Ghost King's power.

"How is this possible!" Ghost Douluo was a little surprised, but helpless.

And at this time.

Sima Yi's spirit has approached the Ghost King, and his movements are as fast as lightning!
Cut it out with one knife!

The black light cut through the void, bringing with it endless pressure.

At this moment, Sima Yi's real body magically appeared at the original location of the spirit, as if a space transformation had been completed in an instant.

He tightly grasped the black sickle that exuded a dark aura in both hands, poured all his strength into it, and suddenly struck the Ghost King hard on the back.

The black sickle cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

There was a loud "bang" and the black sickle hit the Ghost King's back heavily.

The powerful impact caused the Ghost King's body to stagger forward a few steps. A deep crack instantly appeared on his back, and a faint blue light burst out from the crack.

This sudden change startled everyone present, and the Ghost King was also caught off guard by this strange move.

(End of this chapter)