Douluo: The Ultimate Fire Spirit Auction

The martial soul replica mirror suddenly burst out with a dazzling silver light. In the light, countless mysterious runes flickered and flowed, as if they were spells from ancient times.

A beam of light shot out from the mirror like a spear of light, instantly enveloping Mu Lao.

Mu Lao's face suddenly changed. He felt a cold and powerful force flowing into his body along the light column, like a group of greedy leeches, frantically spying on his martial soul and soul power.

He used his soul power to try to resist, but the power was like a thorn in his flesh, difficult to get rid of.

"It happened!"

Old Mu couldn't help but think that something was wrong, but it was too late.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, as if the heaven and earth were shaking.

A dazzling golden light burst out from Zhongli Wu's body. In the light, a terrifying aura exactly the same as Mu Lao's rose into the sky, and the pressure spread to the surroundings like a substance.

The ground cracked under this pressure, and cracks spread like spider webs, and the surrounding trees were directly crushed into powder.

"Hahahaha, Moon, thank you so much for your spirit power! Is this the strength of an Extreme Douluo? It's truly extraordinary!"

Zhongli Wu threw his head back and laughed, his laughter full of arrogance and pride.

He slowly opened his eyes, with golden flames dancing in them. That was the power of Moon's Light Holy Dragon Martial Spirit.

He waved his arms casually, and powerful soul power fluctuations spread out like waves with him as the center.

The air was distorted by these waves, making a series of sharp screams.

"Go back!"

Mu Lao looked solemn and shouted loudly.

Old Xuan hurriedly pulled everyone back. Their robes fluttered in the powerful air waves. Everyone tried their best to barely keep their balance.

Everyone was filled with shock. They had never imagined that this Martial Soul Copy Mirror could really perfectly replicate Mu Lao's Ultimate Douluo strength.

This completely overturned their understanding of soul guides.

However, the crowd did not back down.

"Everyone, be careful, attack together! We can't let him escape with the Heaven Devouring Spirit Art."

Mu Lao's voice was firm and powerful, resounding through the battlefield like a huge bell.

The experts from Shrek Academy and Body Sect shouted loudly, and their bodies shone brightly.

In an instant, various martial spirit shadows appeared behind them, and the brilliant soul power light illuminated the entire sky.

"The copied strength is ultimately nothing but emptiness."

Old Mu looked solemn, staring at Zhongli Wu with hawk-like eyes.

He carefully observed the other party's every move and soon found the flaw.

Although Zhongli Wu copied his martial soul, soul ring and soul power level, the opponent's movements were obviously clumsy and his control over strength was also very unfamiliar.

It was a feeling of unfamiliarity with powerful strength, like a child wearing a giant's armor, only having the appearance but unable to exert the true power.

Old Mu knew in his heart that it would take Zhongli Wu a long time to adapt to this power.

But he also knew that he had to fight quickly and decisively. If he delayed until the reinforcements from the Holy Spirit Church arrived, the situation would become even more dangerous.

Especially the two mysterious and powerful beings of the Holy Spirit Church. If they really show up, even he himself would find it difficult to escape unscathed.

"Let me do it."

Mr. Mu took a step forward, each step was steady and powerful.

"boom!"

A terrifying aura burst out from his body. His body, which seemed old and frail before, was now like a towering mountain, emitting a pressure that made the heaven and earth submit.

The brilliant Holy Dragon Martial Spirit of Light swirled and rose behind him, its golden light illuminating the entire sky. The dragon's might was so overwhelming that the surrounding space began to distort.

"As expected of Shrek Academy's pillar of support: Dragon God Douluo Moon."

Zhongli Wu in front felt this breath and his heart trembled.

Although he had copied Mu Lao's strength, facing the real Extreme Douluo, the oppressive feeling rising from the depths of his soul still made him palpitate.

A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but was soon replaced by madness: "Even if it's you, don't think of stopping me today!"

"Some abilities you can't copy!"

Old Mu snorted coldly, and golden light shone brightly around him. An aura of majesty like that of an emperor instantly filled the entire venue.

His eyes were covered with a layer of golden light, as if containing endless power.

"The king rules the world!"

With a loud shout, Mu Lao's figure disappeared from the spot in an instant like a golden lightning.

When he appeared again, he was already in front of Zhongli Wu. Every punch and kick of his carried the momentum of destroying the world, and the unique fusion of mental power and physical attack made his attack even more weird and unpredictable.

Zhongli Wu's pupils suddenly shrank as he felt a fatal threat.

He hastily mobilized the copied power to resist, but his unfamiliarity with this power left his defense full of loopholes.

Mu Lao's attack came down like a violent storm. Amidst the flashing golden light, Zhongli Wu only felt a flash before his eyes, and his body was hit by a huge force, flying backwards like a kite with a broken string.

"not good!"

Zhongli Wu steadied himself in the air. He instantly felt the terrifying power of Jun Lin Tian Xia. It was not only a physical injury, but also a heavy blow to his spirit and confidence.

Just as he was distracted, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body.

It turned out that the power of the Holy Dragon of Light copied by the Soul Copy Mirror was incompatible with his own evil soul.

Chapter 95: Dragon Emperor Shocks the Realm

Before, he simply used the power of copying and could barely suppress the conflict, but now facing Mu Lao's attack, he subconsciously used his own martial soul.

The two forces collided violently in an instant, as if a storm had been set off in his body.

If you are not careful, you will explode and die.

"The soul power in his body is out of control, take action now!"

Du Bu Si's eyes were as sharp as a torch, and he immediately discovered Zhongli Wu's flaw. He shouted loudly, and his voice echoed on the battlefield.

When everyone heard this, a hint of joy flashed in their eyes, and they all used their strongest soul skills to attack Zhongli Wu.

For a moment, various lights and energy fluctuations intertwined together, like gorgeous fireworks, but also concealed murderous intent.

"Help me block it for a while!"

Zhongli Wu looked at the overwhelming attack and his face became extremely ugly.

He turned around and shouted to the several Titled Douluo warriors of the Holy Spirit Sect beside him, with a hint of panic in his voice.

"Yes, Sect Master!"

The three Titled Douluo warriors responded in unison, their aura surging.

They released their martial spirits at the same time, and in an instant, gusts of cold wind and the howling of ghosts and wolves resounded throughout the world.

In the black fog, a hideous ghost figure emerged, like a messenger from hell.

"Seventh Soul Skill! Martial Soul True Body!"

The three of them shouted at the same time, their bodies suddenly grew in size, and turned into three huge evil spirit monsters.

They waved their huge limbs and unleashed their strongest attack methods, trying to buy time for the leader.

They knew in their hearts that as long as the leader could sort out the soul power in his body, the situation would be reversed again.

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Fierce collisions sounded one after another, and powerful soul power fluctuations raged on the battlefield.

Although the three Titled Douluo were quite powerful, they gradually fell into a disadvantage when facing the many powerful people from the Body Sect and Shrek Academy.

Before long, the three of them were covered in wounds, their internal injuries continued to worsen, and their martial spirit bodies began to become illusory and unstable.

At this critical moment, Zhongli Wu forcibly suppressed the conflict in his body, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"boom!"

He formed seals with his hands, mobilized the copied Extreme Douluo power, and holding the weapon condensed by energy, he bombarded forward fiercely.

The power of the Holy Dragon of Light erupted in his hands, and the dazzling light transformed into a series of light blades full of murderous intent, sweeping towards everyone like a group of beasts out of a cage.

Old Xuan was the first to bear the brunt of the attack and felt the terrifying power.

He used all his soul power to try to resist, but the power of the light blade was too strong. He could only hold on for a moment before being knocked back several steps. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and he suffered serious injuries.

At the critical moment, Mu Lao took action again.

His Holy Dragon Spirit of Light transformed into a golden barrier, blocking everyone in front of him.

The dragon roared to the sky, and light flowed on the barrier, blocking all of Zhongli Wu's attacks.

Zhongli Wu launched a frantic attack relying on the copied Extreme Douluo strength.

Each of his strikes carried the power to destroy the world, pouring down on everyone like a violent storm.

Everyone gritted their teeth, cooperated with each other, formed a line of defense, and continued to resist the attacks.

Xuan Lao, Du Bu Si and others each used their soul skills to collide with Zhongli Wu's attacks, and each collision caused a violent explosion.

Old Mu even had a fierce one-on-one contest with Zhongli Wu.

Two holy dragons of light entangled in the air, and the golden light illuminated the entire battlefield.

The dragon claws collided and the dragon tail swept across, and each collision caused strong spatial fluctuations.

"Zhongli Wu, do you think you can do whatever you want just by copying my strength? Today I will make sure you know that justice will ultimately triumph over evil."

Mu Lao's voice was full of majesty and anger, and the light around his body was so bright that he seemed to have become the embodiment of light.

Zhongli Wu snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, come and try if you have the guts. It's still uncertain who will win today."

As he spoke, the Holy Dragon of Light in his hand transformed into a streak of light and shot towards Mu Lao with a sharp scream that tore through the air.