Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body

These two humans possessed very strong auras, even stronger than Chen Xin and Yu Yuanzhen.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo laughed heartily.

They casually unfurled a golden barrier of soul power, enveloping the entire valley.

The barrier is thick and dense, isolating the inside from the outside to ensure that no one will escape later.

"Take care of these two ferocious beasts first, then we'll deal with you."

Qianjun Douluo's lips curled up, his eyes filled with excitement.

The Demon-Slaying Douluo took out the Panlong Staff, on which a golden dragon was carved, its body coiled around the staff and its heads facing each other, lifelike.

The Demon King took a deep breath, turned to Bi Ji, and said, "Properly provide support."

Then, in a flash, he transformed into his true form.

His body suddenly swelled up, transforming from a human form into a towering tree.

The trunk is as thick as a house, the roots extend dozens of meters into the ground, and the canopy blocks out the sun.

The branches were covered with vines, and the vines were covered with barbs, which gleamed with a ghostly green light.

An old human face appeared in the center of the tree trunk.

The true form of the Demon King.

A ferocious beast that has existed for over 500,000 years.

Demonic Tree with Evil Eyes.

"hehe!"

Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, used the Panlong Staff to draw two golden arcs in the air, smashing towards the Demon King's true form.

The Demon King waved his branch, and countless vines poured down like a torrential rain, enveloping the two of them.

With a single blow, Qianjun Douluo swept away the vines in front of him, while Jiangmo Douluo smashed the roots beneath his feet. The two cooperated seamlessly, advancing and retreating with perfect timing.

Brigitte was frantically healing from behind.

She raised her hands, and emerald light rained down on the trunk of the Demon King's tree, repairing the cracks caused by the Dragon-Panning Staff.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his face grew paler and paler, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

The three days and three nights of fighting had exhausted a large amount of her soul power, pushing her body to its limit, but she dared not stop, could not stop.

If it stops, the Demon King will be in danger.

"Ahhhh!"

The Demon King fought alone against the Thousand-Pound Douluo and the Demon-Slaying Douluo.

His vines were endless, as if they could never be cut down.

His roots are unfathomably deep, as if they can never be completely eradicated.

His vitality is astonishing; every time he is injured, Brigitte's healing is timely and repaired.

However... its attack power is limited.

The vines posed no fatal threat to Thousand-Pound Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo.

Those two humans' dragon-shaped staffs were too hard and too heavy; every strike left a deep wound on his body.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Proving Bodhi!"

Qianjun Douluo unleashed his ninth soul skill, and the Panlong Staff shone with dazzling golden light. A golden dragon phantom flew out from the staff, coiled around it, and emitted a deafening dragon roar.

He slammed his staff into the trunk of the Demon King's tree, creating a deep crack that stretched from the crown to the roots, almost splitting the Demon King's body in two.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Salvation of All Beings!"

The Demon-Slaying Douluo also unleashed his ninth soul skill, with golden flames burning on the Panlong Staff. The flames ignited all the surrounding vines, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

He slammed his staff into the roots of the Demon King, breaking them and sending dirt flying. The Demon King swayed and nearly fell over.

"King of Ten Thousand Demons!"

Brigitte used all her strength to unleash her strongest healing soul skill.

Emerald light cascaded down like a waterfall, completely enveloping the Demon King's body.

The cracks in the tree trunk slowly closed in the light, the broken roots regenerated, the charred vines fell off, and new vines grew from the trunk.

The Demon King's aura had recovered somewhat, but Bi Ji's face was as white as paper, her body was trembling, her lips were quivering, and her soul power was almost exhausted.

Chapter 143 I dream of killing Yang Jian

"I can still fight!"

The Demon King roared and unleashed his strongest attack.

Countless thick vines grew from the tree trunk, each as thick as a water bucket and tens of meters long, gleaming with a ghostly green light.

He shot out all the vines at once, covering Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo.

The sheer number, speed, and power of the vines tore through the air.

Rumble—!

The deafening roar shook the heavens.

The Thousand-Pound Douluo and the Demon-Slaying Douluo were engulfed by the vines, their figures disappearing into the green ocean.

The Demon King was panting heavily, and the human face on the tree trunk was tired and solemn.

Brigitte collapsed to the ground, her hands supporting her behind her back, gasping for breath, unable to use any more skills.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo emerged from the ruins.

Their clothes were torn, their bodies were covered in wounds, and they were weak and listless.

The two looked at each other, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

They had thought the Demon King was just an ordinary ferocious beast, but they never expected it to be so powerful.

If that attack had been delivered to anyone else, they would have been riddled with holes by the vines.

Fortunately, they were enshrined members of the Spirit Hall, brothers, partners, and comrades-in-arms who understood each other, and they barely managed to save their lives.

However, the strength of the Demon King still exceeded their expectations. If they continued fighting like this, even if they won, they would surely be on the verge of death.

What's more troublesome is that Chen Xin, Yu Yuanzhen, Lie Di Douluo, and Lie Yang Douluo are also watching from the sidelines, ready to be the ones to pounce.

They wouldn't dare joke about their own lives.

If you defeat the Demon King, and then let the three upper sects take advantage of the situation, isn't that just courting death?

"go!"

Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo exchanged a glance, and without hesitation, turned and ran.

They simultaneously unleashed their Martial Soul True Forms, transforming into two golden streaks of light that flew toward the edge of the Soul Power Barrier.

As he flew past the Demon King, Qianjun Douluo secretly placed a mark on him.

A flash of golden light disappeared into the trunk of the Demon King's tree without leaving a trace.

With this marker, there's no need to worry about not being able to find this ferocious beast.

The two broke through the soul power barrier and quickly disappeared.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The Demon King watched them leave without giving chase.

He glanced at Biji, who was slumped on the ground, and then at Chenxin and the others who were eyeing him menacingly, and dared not give chase.

He can pursue her alone, but what about Brigitte?

What's the difference between leaving her here and sending her to her death?

He gritted his teeth, turned around, and his gaze fell on Chen Xin and the others, his eyes filled with killing intent.

These humans had been watching from the sidelines, observing the fight from the sidelines, harboring ulterior motives.

Now that Thousand-Pound Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo have run away, it's their turn.

"Now, it's time to settle our score." The Demon King's voice was deep and cold, and the human face on the tree trunk was twisted, his eyes filled with anger and killing intent.

Chen Xin quickly raised the Seven Kill Sword, ready for battle.

His face looked terrible, his arm was still bleeding, and he had very little strength left.

Yu Yuanzhen was also ready for battle.

Although most of his dragon scales were shattered, his fighting spirit remained unbroken, and a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

The Thousand-Pound Douluo and the Demon-Slaying Douluo were too disappointing. It would have been much better if they had just perished together with the Demon King. That way, they could have taken advantage of the situation.

pity.

There aren't that many "what ifs" in this world.

"bring it on!"

The Earth-Splitting Douluo and the Blazing Sun Douluo also managed to stand up.

Their injuries were severe, but not to the point where they were unable to fight.

Moreover, we might not necessarily lose later.

Just as the Demon King was about to make his move, a voice suddenly came from the sky.

"Wow, it's so lively."

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Everyone simultaneously looked up in the direction from which the sound came.