Douluo Continent: I, the Beast God Di Tian, ​​started by clashing with Gu Yue.

Chapter 13 He must not be disturbed.

Dragging its severely wounded body, it glared angrily at the human deity, then, with its large hand carrying several dragon eggs whose surfaces were covered in cracks, it chased after the shimmering silver light and fled at top speed.

ah~

The silent sigh originates from the present Emperor.

True pure-blooded dragons are extremely difficult to breed, and every true dragon egg is incredibly precious. The Dragon God will collect all the true dragon eggs of his race and imbue them with the divine radiance of the God-King, hoping for a better future.

As the chief of the imperial guards and a close advisor to the emperor, Di Tian naturally assumed the responsibility of protecting the safety of the dragon egg.

However, this epic battle between the divine beast and the human deity was so fierce that the dragon egg was cracked by the aftershocks of the battle, even through the divine power defense of the Emperor.

After escaping to the Douluo Continent, even though he devoted all his efforts to nurturing the true dragon eggs with the essence of his own true dragon blood, it was all in vain, and the true dragon eggs gradually lost their life force.

At that time, he was too weak and his strength had greatly decreased. His divine position was shattered in the great battle, and the rules of the plane even cut off his divine beast body, causing him to fall completely to the level of a soul beast.

After countless years of nurturing by the Emperor, the contribution of the true dragon blood essence, and the energy left behind by each of the doomed true dragon eggs, the last and only true dragon egg successfully survived its death calamity and hatched perfectly.

That is, the true dragon that can now rival the bloodline of Emperor Tian, ​​a rising star of the dragon race, possessing the Yin Water attribute and a powerful devouring ability, the Hell Demon Dragon King, Zi Ji, ranked ninth among the ten most ferocious beasts on the continent.

Through the Seven-Colored Dragon Soul, we revisit the Dragon God's great battle and near-death experience, while the process of the Dragon Soul fusing with the body also takes place simultaneously.

At this moment, Di Tian had already revealed his true form. With his current cultivation of nearly a million years, his dragon body was a hundred feet long!

The seven-colored energy flowed into his body, but Di Tian did not feel any pressure or resist at all. He did not even react as strongly as the ordinary dragon soul that was full of ferocity before.

It seems that although the Dragon God is very majestic, he is quite gentle with his own kind.

Di Tian's black, jewel-like dragon scales, shimmering with light, were veiled by a layer of seven-colored mist, yet their brilliance remained.

As the vital energy flowed into his body, the dragon god's soul gradually became ethereal.

At its center, a spherical crystal appears, with gold and silver flowing inside and a nine-colored halo floating on its outer surface, giving it a mysterious and otherworldly feel. It is none other than the Dragon God's former core, the Dragon God's core!

The illusory seven-colored dragon soul was completely absorbed by Di Tian, ​​and the nine-colored dragon god core, drawn by Di Tian, ​​also entered his body.

Of course, this does not mean that Di Tian has absorbed the core of the Dragon God; it is merely a matter of taking it.

The Dragon God Core contains a vast amount of energy, essential for the Dragon God's return. Moreover, it is a super artifact, far beyond what the current Emperor Tian can absorb.

The enormous dragon eyes opened, their seven-colored pupils reflecting a terrifying light.

Di Tian suppressed his excitement and did not let out a dragon roar. Instead, he transformed into human form and sat cross-legged on the spot, motionless, like an old monk in deep meditation.

The surface of my body gradually became covered with a layer of iridescent light, like a layer of rich, glazed paint being applied to my body.

Once he entered into deep meditation, he remained in that state for many days.

outside world.

The Demon Emperor's scattered spiritual power suddenly reacted, and an unfamiliar aura intruded into the spiderweb-like network of spiritual power.

"It's been so many days, and they still haven't come out... Are they preparing to undergo tribulation inside? Or has something unexpected happened?" The Demon Emperor murmured to himself, with a hint of worry.

She could sense that Di Tian had not perished. Even if a powerful being like Di Tian had perished within a small world, it would be impossible for him to remain completely silent.

According to her speculation, Di Tian is either undergoing tribulation or on his way to undergoing tribulation.

Whether preparing for or undergoing tribulation, this is the time when one is most vulnerable and cannot tolerate even the slightest disturbance from others.

Even the slightest change in one's mindset could lead to failure, let alone the fact that Di Tian was undergoing a million-year soul beast tribulation, a tribulation that was practically a death sentence for a soul beast!

"In short... we absolutely cannot let anyone disturb him."

The Demon Queen's beautiful eyes flashed with a sharp light, and her figure suddenly disappeared from the hidden spot in the mountains and forests.

At this moment, on the distant mountaintop.

"Old Wu."

The small house was built of stones. The door was pushed open, and a tall, somewhat hunched old man walked out, leaning on an ebony cane.

He nodded at the Black-level fighter in front of him, and then looked at the thirty White-level fighters behind him.

"These young people are of decent quality. Are you ready? If you are, come with me."

"It's done," the Black-Rank Fighter replied respectfully.

The thirty masked white-level fighters were secretly astonished. Their leader was a black-level fighter, yet he was so respectful to this seemingly frail old man.

Is he a titled Douluo? Or is it simply because he's of a higher seniority?

It should be noted that according to the strict requirements of the Tang Sect's Fighting Soul Hall, white-level fighters like them must have a cultivation level of four rings or above and wear at least one piece of fighting armor. Yellow-level fighters are one-word fighting armor masters with five rings or above, while purple-level fighters are two-word fighting armor masters with six rings or above.

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Black-level fighters are three-word battle armor masters with seven or more rings, and they can unleash the combat power of a nine-ring fighter.

Just as they were surprised, the Black-level fighter turned around and said seriously:

"I've already explained the mission to you. Your task is simple: stay in the Dragon Valley Small World for as long as possible."

"This is the best opportunity and training for you, and it is also a benefit that belongs exclusively to our Fighting Soul Hall."

"Any disciple who stays inside for three months can bypass the requirements of the Soul Fighting Hall and directly advance to the Yellow-level Fighter upon their release."

"Those who do not stay for a full month will have their fighter status revoked."

"yes!"

As they all agreed, Old Wu had already reached the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain.

"Thump thump thump..." The ebony cane in his hand struck the ground repeatedly.

A surge of soul power suddenly erupted from his body.

Nine spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—suddenly appeared around his body and rose up.

Upon seeing the nine spirit rings, each white-level fighter involuntarily straightened their body.

He's a Title Douluo! At least a three-word Battle Armor Master, and possibly even a four-word Battle Armor Master!

A four-word battle armor paired with a titled Douluo is equivalent to a powerhouse at the ultimate level!

What is the limit? In the eyes of these four-ring Soul Masters, it is the synonym for invincibility!

After all, given their current level of cultivation, it's impossible for them to understand the division of the Limit Douluo level; they've only heard the saying that the Limit Douluo is the strongest.

At this moment, streaks of light had already been drawn out from beneath Old Wu, the streaks being complex and magnificent.

Before long, an ancient soul-guiding array was formed.

(End of this chapter)